When Wang Xiaotian walked out of the classroom, his mood was extremely relaxed.

Regardless of whether this is a dream or not, being able to see Shangguan Zirou and be able to hold her as real as just now, even if it is a dream, it is worth it. I just hope that this sweet 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, and it seems that there was just a heavy rain last night.

At this time, just after the early morning, not long after the sun rose, the air was still filled with the fragrance of earth, the bright five-star red flag fluttered in the wind on the old wooden flagpole, and the sound of reading came from the neighboring classroom.

Wang Xiaotian felt very dreamy.

Since graduating from university, he has been running around every day to make a living, and this kind of innocent days of youth have been very vague in his memory.

"I ...... Is it really a dream? Wang Xiaotian asked himself more than once, he stretched out his right hand, the palm was very white, and it had also become much smaller, and he looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most!

Stunned, he shifted his gaze to himself, on his feet were a pair of seventy percent new canvas sneakers, wearing a crisp and neat white shirt on top, the hem of the shirt was tightly tied by the trouser belt, and below was a pair of loose black pants, the waist was pulled high, and the trouser legs were tightly tucked.

This kind of high-waisted, loose-fitting, cinched-foot, turnip-like pants was gradually entered the public eye in the late 80s, with the rise of the Little Tigers, and led the trend of the times in the next decade. Many boys on campus wear such "turnip pants", with their hands in their pockets, and white turnip pants with white tops, and they feel like Prince Charming.

Looking at his dress, Wang Xiaotian was stunned for a long time, and subconsciously, he reached out and pinched his face......

"Oops...... Hurt! Wang Xiaotian kept rubbing his cheeks, and the pain just now clearly told him that he didn't seem to be dreaming.

In the classroom behind him, there was the chatter of the old witch reprimanding, which roughly meant something like "don't study well at a young age, listen carefully in class, study hard, and contribute to the future of the motherland."

In particular, she focused on educating Shangguan Zirou, so that she should not fall in love, her current grades are not easy to come by, and she should not live up to her parents' expectations......

As for Wang Xiaotian, who has been sentenced by the old witch as a "heinous" sinner, as the first negative teaching material, the moth of society, if anyone is like him in the future, it will be useless.

For the old witch, these clichés that have long been rotten to the stinky gutter, after twenty years, I am afraid that even the children in kindergarten will not be able to deceive, but in this era, it still has a certain deterrent effect.

At least Wang Xiaotian saw through the window glass on his side that many people had respect on their faces.

Everything is so real, it doesn't feel like fiction at all, is this a dream? It's not a dream, is it?

Wang Xiaotian thought silently.

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

He remembers seeing a joke where someone compared a designer to a **:

People solicit customers, relying on measurements, and designers ...... It also relies on "three-dimensionality".

Both are also service industries, and they also make a living from performing arts, as long as customers need them, they have to do it day and night, and they must do their best to meet all kinds of abnormal requirements of customers.

When working, the spirit is highly concentrated, most afraid of external interference, and after work, the body and mind are comfortable, and there is an irreplaceable happiness......

There is an element of exaggeration in jokes, of course, but so it is.

At least Wang Xiaotian thinks that no matter how ugly a prostitute is, at least he can find a prostitute.

"If you are young and strong, you don't work hard, but you grow up to design...... You don't need to work hard to study, you can only do art ......" Wang Xiaotian laughed at himself.

I don't know who said this sentence, but it really reflects the portrayal of his life in the past 37 years.

Originally, in this life, he could go more easily and ideally, and with his professional level, he could even be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts!

But all accidents originated from that car accident.

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

He remembers very well that it was a Tuesday afternoon, because the first period was physical education class, he didn't go to it, and secretly ran to the largest clothing store in the county, spent all the pocket money he had saved for several years, and bought a sweater.

The sweater was ready to be given to Shangguan Zirou, who was going to follow his father to Shanghai. On the same day, the tricycle of his mother, Wu Xiangjun, who was transporting goods, collided with a truck because of running a red light.

The tricycle was crushed under the truck, and the mother's sternum was severely crushed, causing massive bleeding in the lung cavity, and her life was in danger and she needed immediate surgery.

His mother is the pillar of the whole family, and since he was a child, he didn't know who his father was, and he also asked his mother. When he was a child, his mother would tell him that his father was far away, and when you were older, he would come back......

But when I grew up, my mother was reluctant to answer this question, and was always silent every time.

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

His mother had a car accident, and the burden of the whole family fell on Wang Xiaotian's immature shoulders, and the expensive medical expenses made him sell his house, but in the end, he failed to save his mother's life.

The days that followed were nightmares, and Wang Xiaotian didn't want to recall.

He knew that Shangguan Zirou had come to look for 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, self-esteem can really make a man cowardly, especially when facing the woman he likes.

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

The once vows and the beautiful scenes of the past have been forever precipitated in the long river of history with the rainy season of the year when I was seventeen years old......

The lost youth will not come back.

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

"Could it be that the next 20 years are a dream I had? Now that I've woken up, am I still me? ”

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

If it was a dream, but the experience of the next twenty years seemed to be engraved in his mind, a dream, why is it so profound? So unforgettable?

Recalling the moment of his death, he was making a restoration of a mysterious ancient book unearthed in the Han Dynasty, and the book was very strange, only pictures, no words, he remembered that he had changed the manuscript many times, and the customers were not satisfied.

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

At the time, he thought it was a sudden death, but now it doesn't seem to be like that......

"Didi Da Da ~~~"

At this moment, a beautiful tune suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the school playground, and it turned out to be the radio: "Hello dear students, I am your old friend Xiaowei. Today is Tuesday, February 23, 1999, and the new semester has begun. Now, let's listen to a song "Love" by the Little Tigers ordered by Huang Zizhen, a student in the third (fifth) class of high school, and give it to every senior high school student who is struggling......"

"String your heart with my heart...... String a clover plant and string a concentric circle, so that all the calls looking forward to the future can be a companion while they are young...... Don't let the younger you grow up, the more lonely you become, plant my clover in your dream field, and let the earth follow our concentric circles, forever and keep turning......"

The beautiful song melody echoed in the square, this little tiger team's "love", which swept the north and south of the country back then, every young person couldn't help but hum two sentences in his mouth, even after 20 years, it is still popular with many audiences.

The familiar tune did not make Wang Xiaotian intoxicated, but he seemed to be touched by something in the bottom of his heart, and suddenly his face changed greatly!

"February 23...... February 23......" Wang Xiaotian repeated it twice, his face was already gray, and his eyes were full of frightened expressions.

At this time, a young female teacher with a book walked past Wang Xiaotian, noticed the abnormal changes in the latter, and hurriedly said, "This classmate, you are fine, right?" ”

Wang Xiaotian's whole body trembled, his face was like ashes, and he didn't even realize that there was a person standing in front of him.

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

Wang Xiaotian's expression was like seeing a ghost, he will never forget it for the rest of his life, it was the most "painful" day in his life, a hellish day when he was alive and died!

It was on this day 20 years ago that his mother stepped on a tricycle to go out to deliver goods, collided with a truck on the way, and was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment and died, and the darkness of the second half of his life also began on this day.

On Tuesday, February 23, the cycle of everything seems to have returned to the starting point......

Wang Xiaotian's face was frightened, this incident had tormented him for twenty years, and every night, he could only barely sleep with sleeping pills. Does this pain have to be experienced again?

Seeing that Wang Xiaotian didn't react for a long time, Lan Feifei frowned slightly, and just wanted to get closer, when she suddenly felt a strong force coming, and the student, who was motionless just now, pushed himself away and ran out like crazy.

Lan Feifei, who was pushed aside, scattered the music sheet in her hand, fortunately, she practiced dance and had good balance, otherwise she might not know what she would fall into.

"What kind of person is this......" Looking at Wang Xiaotian who disappeared in front of her in the blink of an eye, Lan Feifei was a little angry, thinking that the next time she saw this student, she must do a good job of education, and in the face of a beautiful teacher like herself, at least she must have a little gentlemanly demeanor, right?

"Class 2 (9) of high school, hum, wait a minute, let Uncle Liao arrange it, and I will teach this class." Bending down to pick up the sheet music materials on the ground, Lan Feifei glanced at the door number on the wall and turned to leave.