Reborn Ace Designer

When Wang Xiaotian walked out of the classroom, he felt extremely relaxed.

Regardless of whether this is a dream or not, being able to see Shangguan Zirou and hold her as real as before, even if it is a dream, it is worth it. I just hope that this beautiful dream will not wake up too early.

Wang Xiaotian's classroom is on the second floor, directly opposite the school playground. The ground is wet. It seems that there was a heavy rain just last night.

At this time, it was just after the early morning, not long after the sun had risen, the air was still filled with the fragrance of earth, the bright five-star red flag was fluttering in the wind on the old wooden flagpole, and the sound of reading could be heard from the adjacent classroom.

Voice.

Wang Xiaotian felt very dreamy.

Since graduating from college, he has been running around here and there every day in order to make a living. These innocent days in his youth have become very vague in his memory.

"Am I...really dreaming?" Wang Xiaotian asked himself more than once. He stretched out his right hand. The palm of his hand was very white and became much smaller. He looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most!

Dumbfounded, he turned his attention to himself. On his feet was a pair of 70% new canvas sneakers. He was wearing a crisp and clean white shirt on top. The hem of the shirt was tightened by a belt. Below was a pair of loose black trousers with the waist pulled up.

Very tall, trousers tightly tucked in.

This kind of high-waisted, loose-fitting, tapered pants with carrot-like legs gradually came into public view in the late 1980s with the rise of the Little Tigers, and led the trend of the times in the next ten years. Campus

Many boys here are wearing "carrot pants" like this, putting their hands in their pockets, wearing white carrot pants with a white top, and they feel like they are Prince Charming.

Looking at his outfit, Wang Xiaotian was stunned for a long time. Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and pinched his face...

"Ouch...it hurts!" Wang Xiaotian kept exhaling and rubbing his cheeks. The pain just now clearly told him that he didn't seem to be dreaming.

From the classroom behind me, the old witch was chattering and scolding her, which roughly meant something like "Don't fail to learn well at a young age, listen carefully in class, study hard, and contribute to the future of the motherland."

In particular, he focused on educating Shangguan Zirou, telling her not to fall in love prematurely. Her current achievements are hard-won and she should not let down her parents' expectations...

As for Wang Xiaotian, he has been judged by the old witch as a "heinous" sinner. As the biggest negative teaching material and a worm in society, anyone who is like him in the future will definitely have no future.

Clichés like old witches that have long since rotted in the ditch may not be able to deceive even kindergarten children twenty years from now, but in this era, they still have a certain deterrent effect.

At least Wang Xiaotian saw through the window glass beside him that many people had respectful faces.

Everything is so real, it doesn't look like fiction at all. Is this a dream? Isn't this a dream?

Wang Xiaotian thought silently.

As a designer in the 21st century, he looks glamorous on the outside, but only he knows the hardships involved.

He remembered once seeing a joke in which someone compared designers with women:

People rely on body measurements to attract customers, but designers... also rely on "three dimensions".

Both are in the service industry and both rely on performing arts to make a living. As long as customers need it, they have to do it day and night, and they must do their best to meet the various abnormal requirements of customers.

When working, you are highly concentrated and are most afraid of external interference. After work, you feel comfortable both physically and mentally, and there is an irreplaceable happiness...

The joke is of course exaggerated, but it is also true.

At least Wang Xiaotian believes that no matter how ugly a prostitute is, she can at least find a client.

"If you don't work hard when you are young, you will do design when you grow up... You don't study hard, you can only do art..." Wang Xiaotian laughed at himself.

I don’t know who said this sentence, but it truly reflects his life in the past thirty-seven years.

Originally, in this life, he could have an easier and more ideal life. With his professional level, he could even be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts!

But all the accidents originated from that car accident.

Wang Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts seemed to return to that unbearable memory.

He remembered clearly that it was a Tuesday afternoon. Because the first period was physical education, he did not go to it. Instead, he secretly went to the largest clothing store in the county and spent all his pocket money that he had saved for several years.

A sweater.

The sweater was going to be given to Shangguan Zirou who was going to Shanghai with her father. On the same day, the tricycle transporting goods by her mother Wu Xiangjun collided with a truck because she ran a red light.

The tricycle was squeezed under the truck. The mother's sternum was severely compressed and her lungs were bleeding. Her life was in danger and she needed immediate surgery.

His mother is the backbone of the family. Since he was a child, he has never known who his father is and has asked his mother. When he was a child, his mother would tell him that his father was far away. When you grow up, he will come back...

But when I grew up, my mother was no longer willing to answer this question and always remained silent every time.

In fact, Wang Xiaotian knew in his heart that it was his father who abandoned their mother and son, and the mother just didn't want to make herself feel different from others, so she made up a lie.

When his mother had a car accident, the burden of the entire family fell on Wang Xiaotian's young shoulders. The expensive medical expenses made him sell his house, but in the end, he could not save his mother's life.

The days that followed were a nightmare that Wang Xiaotian didn’t want to recall.

He knew that Shangguan Zirou had come to see him, but at that time, he was so depressed that he didn't even have a place to live, so how could he have the face to see the latter? Sometimes, pride can really make a man cowardly, especially

When facing the woman you like.

Therefore, Wang Xiaotian could only hide in the dark like a mouse, silently watching this former woman who now had a huge identity gap with him.

The old vows of eternal love, the beautiful scenes of the past, have been forever deposited in the long river of history with the rainy season when I was seventeen years old...

The lost youth will never come back.

However, this can only be said to be Wang Xiaotian's previous thoughts. The fact now is that he has indeed returned to high school when he was seventeen years old, and Shangguan Zirou is in the classroom behind him!

"Could it be that the next twenty years are just a dream I had? Now that I wake up from the dream, am I still me?"

Wang Xiaotian was a little confused. He remembered the date at that time, which should be August 2019. He drank wine alone and listened to Luo Dayou's "Story of Time", celebrating his thirty-seventh birthday.

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If it was a dream, the experiences of the next twenty years were as clear as if they were engraved in his mind. Why is a dream so profound? So unforgettable?

Recalling that at the moment of his death, he was making restoration drawings for a mysterious ancient book unearthed in the Han Dynasty. Moreover, the book was very strange, with only pictures and no words. He remembered that he had revised the manuscript many times, and the clients were not satisfied.

After staying up for three days and three nights, on the way to the final revision, my brain suddenly became dizzy, and it felt like my soul was about to leave the body.

At that time, he thought it was sudden death, but now it seems that it is not the case...

“Didi-tap-tap~~~”

At this moment, a beautiful tune suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the school playground. It turned out to be the radio: "Hello, dear classmates, I am your old friend Xiaowei. Today is February 2, 1999

On the 13th, Tuesday, the new semester begins. Here, Xiaowei wishes everyone success in their studies! Now, let us listen to a song called "Love" by the Little Tigers, ordered by Huang Zizhen, a classmate in the fifth grade of high school.

To every senior high school student who is struggling..."

"String your heart and my heart together...String a lucky clover into a concentric circle, let all those who are looking forward to the call of the future take advantage of their youth to be a companion...Don't let the young grow up and become more lonely, let my luck be

Grass is planted in your dream field, and let the earth follow our concentric circles and continue to rotate forever..."

The beautiful melody of the song echoed in the square. This song "Love" by the Little Tigers was popular all over the country. Every young person couldn't help humming a few lines. Even twenty years later, it is still popular.

It was enthusiastically received by many viewers.

The familiar tune did not make Wang Xiaotian intoxicated. Instead, as if something touched the strings in his heart, his face suddenly changed drastically!

"February 23rd...February 23rd..." Wang Xiaotian recited it twice, his face turned gray and his eyes were full of horror.

At this time, a young female teacher with a book under her arm walked past Wang Xiaotian, noticed the latter's abnormal changes, and quickly said: "Classmate, are you okay?"

Wang Xiaotian's whole body was trembling, his face was ashen, and he didn't even notice that there was a person standing in front of him.

February 23, 1999? How could it be this day?

Wang Xiaotian's expression was as if he had seen a ghost. He would never forget it for the rest of his life. It was the most "painful" day in his life, a hell day where living felt like death!

It was on this day twenty years ago that my mother went out on a tricycle to transport goods. She collided with a truck on the way and was taken to the hospital where she died. The darkness for the rest of his life also began on this day.

On February 23rd, Tuesday, everything seemed to be back to the starting point...

Wang Xiaotian looked horrified. This incident had tortured him for twenty years. Every night, he could only rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep. Would he have to experience this kind of pain again?

Seeing that Wang Xiaotian didn't respond for a long time, Lan Feifei frowned slightly. Just when she was about to get closer, she suddenly felt a strong force coming from her. The student who was motionless just now pushed her away and ran out like a madman.

Lan Feifei staggered after being pushed, and the music scores in her hands were scattered on the floor. Fortunately, she practiced dancing and had good balance, otherwise she might not have known how she would have fallen.

"Who is this..." Looking at Wang Xiaotian who disappeared in the blink of an eye, Lan Feifei was a little annoyed. She thought to herself that next time she saw this student, she must give her a good education. Facing a beautiful teacher like herself,

At least be a bit gentlemanly?

"Class 9, Grade 2, hehe, I'll let Uncle Liao make arrangements later, and I'll teach this class." She bent down to pick up the sheet music materials on the ground, Lan Feifei glanced at the house number on the wall, turned around and left.