I don't know if you've ever heard such a joke.

Once upon a time there was a designer, and then he worked all night and all night, and then he died......

In his computer, a mysterious folder left by the designer was found:

1# Construction drawing .dwg

1# Construction drawings are changed to .dwg

1# The completed version of the construction drawing 1.dwg

The final version of the 1# construction drawing .dwg

The final version of the 1# construction drawing was changed to 1.dwg

The final version of the 1# construction drawing was changed to 2.dwg

The final version of the 1# construction drawing .dwg

The final version of the 1# construction drawing was changed to .dwg

1# construction drawings will never be revised or 1.dwg

1# construction drawings will never be revised 2.dwg

Jokes, ridicule is the majority, and after laughing, most people still live heartlessly, as the saying goes: It's none of your business, hang high.

In the 21st century, design seems to be a profession that makes people feel dreamy and fashionable, and designers always seem to have deep thoughts and compelling temperaments, which arouse infinite worship.

Designer Jonathan Yves had a dream, and so Apple became popular all over the world, and Hara Kenya, as soon as his head under the gray hair turned, Muji opened all over Asia!

This is the trend of the times, but when a designer has not become a master, they are still so roaring? So awesome?

The answer is –

……

"Oops, it hurts,! Which little king is throwing labor? In a daze, Wang Xiaotian felt that his brain was in close contact with a visitor from outside the world, and he subconsciously shouted.

"Huh? Am I not dead? Could it be that this is hell, and it was the bull-headed horse face that hooked my soul just now? Wang Xiaotian quickly remembered that he was already a dead person, could it be that dead people would also feel pain? This is a novel discovery, if he is still alive, he will definitely be able to win a Nobel Prize for Death Experience, so that Mo Yan will not feel lonely, at least two slaps can still be patted, right?

Just as Wang Xiaotian's mind was spinning out of tune, suddenly, he felt that something was not quite right, because the surroundings seemed to be too quiet.

It's a bit too quiet!

Wang Xiaotian had a very strange feeling, shook his head a few times, felt a little clearer, and his consciousness returned to his body like a tide.

When he opened his eyes, a hazy picture appeared in front of him, he couldn't see clearly, he rubbed his eyes, and the picture could finally be seen clearly-

Well? Where is this?

The studio shouldn't be that old, right? How can there still be so many people? What are they looking at......

Looking carefully at the scene in front of him, the slightly dimly lit room was filled with boxy seats, and all the young and immature faces of sixteen or seventeen years old were seated. The gray and white walls on both sides are all old-fashioned sliding windows inlaid with six pieces of glass, and they are also wooden, and they have been painted with countless layers of red paint, which have been scattered for some years.

Wang Xiaotian looked around blankly, a little stunned.

Those young faces, strange and somewhat familiar, he couldn't remember where he had seen them for a while. But he swears that these people know absolutely all of them!

Retracting his eyes, he turned his gaze to the wall in front of him, where a blackboard hung in the middle of the wall, with eight large red characters pasted on it, which had been yellowed, and read: "Study hard, every day." ”

"This is ......" Wang Xiaotian's body shook when he saw these eight words, and then looked at the furnishings of the entire space, and was stunned for a moment.

"Here...... It's my high school classroom?! ”

Wang Xiaotian was so shocked that he almost jumped up, his eyes fell on the lintel at the gate for the first time, and sure enough, he saw a door number, and on it, it was written "High School Second (Ninth) Class".

This scene made Wang Xiaotian's brain "boom", as if a bunch of explosives had exploded, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his breathing became short.

"Xiaotian, Xiaotian, you ...... It's not for real, is it? ”

The young man who was sitting in a position in front of Wang Xiaotian turned his head and winked at Wang Xiaotian, "I was just joking with you, I didn't expect you to really scold her in front of the old witch...... It's none of my business, I haven't heard or seen it, so don't find me. ”

The young man lowered his voice, his voice was so small that only Wang Xiaotian could hear it, and after he finished speaking, he bowed to Wang Xiaotian with a "pious" face.

Wang Xiaotian stared at it, and only after a while did he say tentatively: "You are ...... Zhu Dake? ”

Zhu Dake looked at Wang Xiaotian strangely, feeling that it was not easy to say much about the current atmosphere, so he passed on a "you know" look, and the work was done neatly in place, looking like a good student.

At this time, Wang Xiaotian noticed a woman on the podium, about thirty-five years old, with an elongated melon seed face, thin lips, and a pointed chin, and her appearance was not too ugly, but she was not close to beauty.

The woman wore curly hair, a light-colored plaid gown, and wide-legged flared trousers, which twenty years ago could have been considered to be in line with fashion trends.

But Wang Xiaotian frowned, this costume fell in his eyes, but it was really a little "rustic......

Trying to scrape the memories in his mind, Wang Xiaotian finally remembered that this woman seemed to be his English teacher in high school, named Zhang Xingxing, and everyone gave her a nickname in private-Old Witch.

At this moment, the old witch's face was not good-looking at all, in her hand, there was half a piece of chalk that had been twisted, staring at Wang Xiaotian with a gloomy expression!

From these eyes, Wang Xiaotian felt a murderous intention.

Yes, it's a "killing machine"!

Glancing at the half of the chalk in the old witch's hand, Wang Xiaotian seemed to know what the hidden weapon that hit him just now, he rubbed his forehead, his eyes swept around, and he found that he had now become the focus of attention of the whole class.

"Xiaotian, now you are dead, you have offended the old witch, and my brother can't help you." sat next to Wang Xiaotian and gave him a helpless look, telling him that you should ask for more blessings.

Wang Xiaotian's head began to become more and more flexible, the person who spoke was called Zhou Qiang, and he was his high school colleague, but why would they be here? Or rather, why did you come here?

He clearly remembered that he should be dead, and in this world, there was nothing worth remembering for himself......

At the moment when he was about to die, he lay down in front of the computer desk, thinking about his life, doing nothing, not doing anything earth-shattering, like plain and tasteless boiled water, drinking it in his mouth, and not even finding the feeling of reminiscing.

The only thing he regrets is probably her......

Just as Wang Xiaotian was immersed in his memories, a discordant voice came from the podium coldly, it was Zhang Xingxing, an English teacher with an ugly face.

"Classmate Wang Xiaotian, you sleep in class, and you still talk nonsense and swear words, disrupting the order of the class, I will now punish you to stand for half an hour, and go to my office after class!"

The old witch slapped her face on the lectern with a frosty face, and then pointed to the door, her sharp voice unabashedly revealing her anger at the moment.

The student openly insults the teacher in class, which is a very serious matter, and in her opinion, she must teach this lawless student a stern lesson, otherwise where is the authority of her own teacher?

Wang Xiaotian stood up directly from his seat, not that he was willing to listen to the old witch's words, but that his brain was in chaos now, and he really needed to think about it calmly.

"Teacher Zhang, little ...... Wang Xiaotian, he was just a little naughty, and he didn't mean to scold you. Just as Wang Xiaotian was about to walk towards the door, suddenly a crisp and beautiful voice sounded from the classroom.

The speaker was a girl sitting in the first row, wearing a white dress, like a white lotus blooming in summer, pure and holy. Her bare arms were as flawless as jasper and watery eyes, and there was anxiety in her watery eyes.

The old witch glanced at Shangguan Zirou, who stood up, and said coldly: "Classmate Zirou, please remember that this is a class, not a vegetable market, and you must raise your hand before speaking." ”

Shangguan Zirou's voice was crisp, like a yellow bird crying, but she couldn't care about anything else, "Teacher, I don't think classmate Wang Xiaotian has a heart, I'll ask him to apologize to you now, and then ask him to write a review, do you think this will work?" ”

Hearing what the other party said, the old witch's face softened slightly, and she was insulted in public by a "poor student" who only used single-digit calculations in the English course in the class, although it made her very unhappy, but since Shangguan Zirou, who was the class leader, had spoken, her authority as a teacher had also been maintained.

"Xiaotian, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and apologize to Teacher Zhang." Shangguan Zirou finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Wang Xiaotian who was motionless in place, and glanced at the other party again and again.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian, as the party concerned, was like being struck by lightning, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The voice......

This back......

He will never forget it for the rest of his life, even if time and space are separated, it cannot be erased from his memory!

Shangguan Zirou, a name that worries Wang Xiaotian, can only appear in countless dreams, and every time he wakes up, he is reluctant to recall, because every time he recalls, his heart hurts once......

When he was seventeen years old, on a rainy day, Shangguan Zirou's father left the county seat with the whole family. It is said that Zirou's uncle opened a large company in Shanghai, and the old man had no successor, so he inherited the company's property rights to his only younger brother, Zirou's father.

Originally, Wang Xiaotian was going to say goodbye to Shangguan Ziju, but that day, this stupid girl stood all night in the rain and didn't wait for Wang Xiaotian.

Shangguan Zirou fell ill with a fever of forty degrees, but Wang Xiaotian never appeared, as if he had evaporated from the world!

Under the comfort of her father, Shangguan Zirou left crying, with tears of disappointment and sorrow, just like the drizzle of that day, which kept falling.

It wasn't until they disappeared at the end of the field of vision that Wang Xiaotian's figure appeared.

At that time, he also cried, crying very sadly......

This is the first time that the two who have grown up together since childhood have separated, and it is also the last time Wang Xiaotian has seen Shangguan Zirou.

Later, Shangguan Zirou also came back to find Wang Xiaotian many times, but there was no news from the other party, she had been to Wang Xiaotian's previous home, but here, the owner had already changed.

Later, Wang Xiaotian didn't know from whom, and heard that Shangguan Zirou was married, and the groom was not him.

That**, Wang Xiaotian is drunk! In his dream, he vaguely saw the hazy and slender figure, as well as the beautiful ...... of his youth.

Dream!

It must be another dream!!

Wang Xiaotian gasped violently, he must have been dreaming, otherwise...... Otherwise, it would be impossible to see your high school classmates! And that ...... Someone who makes himself dream!

stood in place for a moment, and suddenly, Wang Xiaotian rushed out of the city as if he was crazy, hugged the panicked Shangguan Zirou, and hugged him tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Even if it was a dream, he didn't want this dream to wake up quickly, but why was the dream so real this time?

The class froze, and the classroom fell silent.

Hugging Shangguan Zirou tightly, Wang Xiaotian didn't hear anything about the outside world, he greedily sucked the fragrance of the other party's hair, this feeling is really good.

"Xiaotian, I'm almost out of breath, you ...... How about you? Shangguan Zirou was also frightened by Wang Xiaotian's crazy actions, and it took a while to react, frowning slightly, and struggling hard.

Wang Xiaotian was awakened by the latter's struggle, and quickly let go of his hand, he was afraid that he would really hurt the girl in front of him, even if it was a dream, he was unwilling to hurt her.

Breaking away from Wang Xiaotian's embrace, Shangguan Zirou hurriedly tidied up her appearance, and suddenly thought that this was still above the classroom, and everyone was watching......

Immediately, two streaks of crimson rose on her pretty face, spreading all the way to the base of her neck, as delicate as a red apple, and she longed to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"It's over, it's over! It's a dead deal! Shangguan Zirou felt that her cheeks were hot, she moved her eyes to Wang Xiaotian, but she was startled, at this moment, the latter's face was full of tears, obviously she had just cried.

"Xiaotian, you ...... I...... Did I hurt you? Shangguan Zirou was anxious, and hurriedly asked carefully.

Wang Xiaotian shook his head, but tears couldn't stop flowing down, "Even if it's a dream, I don't want to wake up...... Zirou, do you know the way, I have a lot of things to say to you! ”

At this moment, the old window glass of the classroom revealed a ray of golden light on the horizon, reflecting the tears in the corners of Wang Xiaotian's eyes, flickering with a little bit of crystal.

Raising his head, Wang Xiaotian carefully looked at the young face in front of him, which had always stayed in his memory when he was separated at the age of seventeen, without any change, and it was as familiar as twenty years ago.

Shangguan Zirou was looked at by Wang Xiaotian's affectionate gaze, and the deer in her heart jumped wildly, and she was even more shy, bowing her head and fiddling with the corners of her clothes.

"You ...... It's the other way around! ”

The old witch who was basically treated as air aside, felt that her dignity as a people's teacher had been trampled on again, her face was pale, she slammed her head on the lectern with a slap, pointed out the door, and her piercing and sharp voice soared directly to one hundred and twenty decibels:

"Wang Xiaotian! Givemeout！！ ”