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In the dark, they lay flat in the tent, chatting happily, talking about all kinds of past lives.

Like picking up shells at the beach, fumbling to piece together memories of previous lives.

The banner of Mandarin is our campus language posted on the wall of the primary school, the 50 cents snacks in the snack bar at the school gate,

The time when I hid under the quilt and listened to the radio station with mp3, the singer I liked, the movies, dramas and novels I watched.

Remember when you said that home is the only castle.

The sky really wants to rain, and I really want to live next door to you.

Ho Baby, if you talk more about love, I'll take a second look if you think about it.

The pitch-deaf chorus of the two resounded in the tent. They stopped from time to time to debate whether they remembered a certain line of the lyrics correctly. When no one could remember, they continued to hum along with the melody.

Most of the time, the dialogue between the two started with Do you remember, Hey, I remember\

,"Li Ang felt more and more that he and Lu Yunan might have been in the same province, or even the same city in his previous life—their childhood memories overlapped too much,

Including the on-demand TV stations I watched when I was a child, and the grape-flavored soda filled in glass bottles in small street shops.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled Li Ang's heart. He felt that the missing part of his heart had finally been filled and repaired for a long time.

Anxiety, anger, uneasiness, fear, all negative emotions gradually subside and turn into tranquility and gentleness.

Before they knew it, they clasped their palms and interlocked their fingers.

Li Ang heard the sound of hair rubbing against the tent carpet next to him - Lu Yunan turned his head and stared at his face in the darkness.

So he also turned his head, blurred his vision and looked at the other party.

In the cave of the abyss, two lonely hearts face each other frankly, looking directly at each other's original appearance.

There was the sound of pattering rain outside the tent, and the rainwater hit the bamboo that had been laid earlier, making a clattering sound.

correct,

Li Ang asked softly: Before on land, you said that you were a little jealous of me. Can you ask what's going on?

The other side was silent for a while, just when Li Ang regretted and wanted to take back this sentence, Lu Yunan said slowly: It's different from you, I was born in this world with the memory of my previous life.

Northern border, Montenegro. The climate there is bitter and cold, and the forests all over the mountains and plains show a uniform blue-black color, hence the name.

My mother is a widow. Her husband died in a hunting accident a few years ago. It is difficult for a widow to survive on her own in a village in Montenegro. So, I was born.

I don't know who my father is, and I don't want to know—a few years before I was born, I was still immersed in the memory of my previous life, mentally refusing to admit that this barbarian woman with thick joints, rough skin, and ugly appearance was my mother.

She is very clumsy, and she does not use her hands lightly or heavily when breastfeeding me. Once she put me in a hot tub to take a bath, and the sheep at home were captured by wolves. She hurried out to look for me, and forgot about me. It wasn't that I crawled out by myself with agility, and almost died in the bathtub.

After she came back, she was terrified, hugged me and knelt on the ground, muttering thanks to God. I kept rolling my eyes in her arms.

I grew up day by day, gradually learned the barbarian language, and understood the surrounding environment. I want to use the knowledge in my mind to improve my life.

But the Black Mountain tribe is too poor, there is very little flat land suitable for farming, and it is extremely difficult to reclaim wasteland-every autumn and winter, the soil freezes and is as hard as a rock. There is no environment and conditions for me to develop.

Even deadlier, the Turks.

The Turks have an activity called sweeping autumn, which is to enter the northern border in autumn and plunder the livestock and food of various tribes.

It's actually very funny to say, thanks to the scientific achievements of the Yu State Academy, the Turks can meet their own food needs every year just by trade with the Yu State. The current autumn sweeping is largely an entertainment for the nobles.

Like going hunting.

The village I live in is remote and poor, even in the whole of Montenegro. Everyone knows that the Turkic army is coming, so they have prepared the livestock and grain for 'tribute' early.

However, that Turkic lord may have fallen when he entered the mountain, and he was in a bad mood. He reported a number casually, and he was going to take away 90% of the food in the village.

A few men in the village tried to resist, but their stone knives and arrows couldn't penetrate the armor of the Turkic soldiers, and soon all the resisters died.

The Turkic lord riding on a tall horse and wearing a silver fox shawl spit on the ground, asked the soldiers to take away the supplies, tied the body of the rebel to the saddle with a rope, and dragged away from the village.

The severe winter is coming, my mother and I searched every corner of our house, and only found the last bit of food, which is not enough for us to survive the winter.

She went to beg other families, but every family was short of food and no one reached out to help.

She and I tried to go to the mountains to find food, but in the cold winter, even the bears were forced to hibernate. Walking in the snow-covered forest, there was no food at all.

In desperation I prayed to all the gods I knew. Immortals, Buddha, God Jesus, whoever it was. But, there was no answer.

One winter snowy morning, I woke up from the bed and found that the house had boiled hot water and chopped firewood, but I couldn't find my mother. I searched everywhere like crazy, and finally got it from the villagers. I know, someone seemed to have seen her go to the mountain in the morning.

I braved the wind and snow, followed the footprints, trekked hard on the mountain, and finally found her frozen under a tree.

She still had a faint smile on her face, clutching the cloth I was wrapped in when I was born.

The remaining food is not enough for two people to survive the winter, so let's subtract one person.

I went back to the village with her on my back. Under the incomprehensible eyes of the villagers, according to the tradition of my previous life, I dug a tomb for her on the frozen soil and erected a tombstone.

From then on, I swore to kill all the Turks. Not one left.

Lu Yunan's tone was exceptionally calm, without a trace of turbulence, but he unconsciously squeezed Li Ang's hand with a slight force.

The sound of rain outside the tent was still there, Li Ang hesitated for a moment, put his other hand on the back of Lu Yunan's, and patted it comfortingly.

Feel sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about. Fate, isn't it?

Lu Yunan shook her head, and said lightly: Afterwards, maybe the golden finger of time travel finally arrived, and I also awakened the ability to predict. From now on, I can always seize opportunities and turn dangers into fortunes. Organize caravans to Chang'an, become a businessman.