As soon as he stepped into the study, Xia Chun saw himself.

There are many portraits hanging on the three wood-carved walls, one by one, and the protagonist is himself.

or reading, or practicing martial arts, with different expressions, some smiling, some serious, and some sad and desolate.

What attracted Xia Chun's attention the most was that all the people in the painting were dressed in Ming Dynasty costumes, some were wearing scribe clothes, some were wearing short fights, and some were wearing a general robe, the style was exactly the same as in his dream, and the appearance and age were the same as what he saw in his dream.

The little general in the dream was much younger than him.

Is it really like what Quan Shengnan said, people have a past life?

Xia Chun suddenly turned his head to look at Li Qianxun, wanting to get the best answer from her.

"I was painting in the study when I was fine, and I was afraid that if I waited too long, I would gradually forget what you looked like." Li Qianxun stretched out his hand and gently stroked a picture of Xia Chun's dancing sword, with a sweet and happy smile on his face, "This one after another, a total of ninety-nine, it's not that I don't want to paint a hundred, two hundred, and a thousand, but when I was a child, my father said that nine is the extreme number." These ninety-nine pictures, one stroke at a time, carry all my thoughts about you. Brother Chun, I haven't forgotten you, I did it, and I'm waiting for you! At this moment, I am extremely grateful to God for not letting me continue to wait hopelessly! ”

Xia Chun was extremely moved!

His gaze swept over the portraits, and finally stopped at a picture of the battlefield of the battle, although the painting was not exactly the same as what he saw in his dreams, but the tragic and tragic atmosphere made the viewer clear at a glance.

In front of the city gate, the young general, full of arrows, stood tall.

"This is Yangzhou City?" Xia Chun pointed to the plaque on the city gate tower on the portrait, the plaque was full of dense random arrows, and even a corner was missing, and there were traces of being burned, but the two words Yangzhou were faintly visible, "Yangzhou Ten Days, you painted a scene in the history of Yangzhou Ten Days." ”

The latter sentence is not a doubt, but an affirmation.

Li Qianxun said in surprise: "Brother Chun, do you remember?" Do you remember Yangzhou? Yes, we are all from Yangzhou, Yangzhou is the place where we were born and raised, and it is also the place where we are buried. It turns out that you remember, you really remember! Do you remember, why do you still ask me if I know you? Of course I know you, I remember the bits and pieces of our lives! ”

Smart and keen, like Xia Chun, it is almost certain that Li Qianxun is talking about his past life.

It must have been a past life.

"I've only had a few identical dreams, nothing else." Xia Chun chose to tell her truthfully, "Did you also dream of your previous life?" Did you ever give me a purse embroidered with the word 'Chihiro'? I dreamed that the blood-stained purse was embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, which was very delicate, almost exactly the same as the embroidery technique on your skirt. ”

Li Qianxun kept nodding, "That's right, that's right!" When we got married, let go of Xiaoding, your family gave me gold jewelry, and I made you a pair of clothes, shoes and socks and a purse fan cover as a return gift. Because of the war, the marriage was postponed day after day, and when your bad news came to me, they all said that you were holding the purse I embroidered for you! The Tartars invaded the south, Yangzhou fell, and 800,000 people were reduced to white bones. And you and I are just an insignificant part of the story, leaving no trace in history. ”

Not only them, but also the father who used to regulate the world, didn't he have a reputation like his name?

Compared with history, people are like dust.