She stood in a divination room, waiting for the person she wanted to wait.

"You're here......"

Ye Zhe, who Tian Xiaoxiao had been waiting for for a long time, finally came.

"What kind of divination is coming from?"

Ye Zhe is a materialist and does not believe in theology in the clouds.

"I want to try it, I heard that I can see the past and present lives, so I'm a little curious."

Tian Xiaoxiao is like a curious baby who will be interested in anything.

"How can you see the past and present lives, this is just feudal superstition, the dregs of the West."

Although Ye Zhe was surprised by Tian Xiaoxiao's superstition, he was still willing to accompany Tian Xiaoxiao.

"Then you're not here yet."

Tian Xiaoxiao only thought that Ye Zhe was arrogant, this man's duplicity was not a matter of one or two days.

"I'll buy you a lesson."

Ye Zhe is really not tsundere this time, he

They entered the dimly lit divination room, playing soft music, and sat an old lady in a black robe, holding a crystal ball in her hand.

"Hello, we are here for divination, I heard that you can see the past and present lives, right?" Tian Xiaoxiao put away her interest and asked politely.

"Yes, you can see it, but it depends on whether you can accept it?" The old man held the crystal ball and looked at Tian Xiaoxiao and Ye Zhe through the crystal ball, and his words were quite deceitful.

Tian Xiaoxiao glanced at Ye Zhe, she didn't know what to say.

"It's all here, so naturally it's acceptable." Ye Zhe replied nonchalantly, and handed over the money by the way, so he regarded it as spending money to buy a lesson for Tian Xiaoxiao.

The old man pointed to the red sofa on the side and motioned for Tian Xiaoxiao and Ye Zhe to sit down, lit the smoked candle, and turned on the radio to change the music.

Tian Xiaoxiao could hear that song clearly, and it was obviously to kill the wolf.

"Ye Zhe, I'm so sleepy......" Tian Xiaoxiao listened to the song and smelled the strange smell, and suddenly wanted to sleep, and her eyelids were extremely heavy and she fell asleep.

“Q…… Don't sleep......" Ye Zhe couldn't wake up Tian Xiaoxiao, and gradually he also fell into a coma.

"Oh, my dear friend, put your heart into this dream." The old man rang the bell at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, silently closed the door, and it was her principle to only take one order a day.

It was an alternate time...... No, this is the 80s of the last century.

Tian Xiaoxiao woke up and found himself in a courtyard house.

"What's that? Is this my past life? Tian Xiaoxiao looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing an old red sportswear at this time, and her feet were quite familiar flying shoes, she looked at herself in the mirror, and it seemed that her original self had not changed much, but she seemed to be a few years older.

Tian Xiaoxiao walked out and looked at that era.

The pedestrians and elderly people in the bustling old street seem to be uniformly wearing Mao suits or gray robes, some girls wear braids and floral skirts, a pair of sneakers or black old Beijing cloth shoes, and some fashionable beauties perm a fashionable bubble noodle roll, wearing turtleneck sweaters with bell bottoms, and a pair of high heels, and some men are wearing blue striped shirts or flower plaid shirts, and their feet are either brightly brushed leather shoes or a pair of liberation shoes or a pair of black cloth shoes sewn by their mothers.

The loudspeaker hanging on the telephone pole played Jacky Cheung's "Kiss Goodbye", probably because of the reform and opening up, Hong Kong and Taiwan singers who were said to be glamorous in the past were also all the rage.

That year, the brother named Leslie Cheung was still there, and the year was 1993, the year Jacky Cheung kissed goodbye to the album release.

Just as Tian Xiaoxiao was watching all this in a trance, she was stopped by a person, who pulled her hand and wanted to pull her away.

"Tian Xiaoxiao, what are you doing here, I'm looking for you everywhere, let's go back to the publishing house quickly, I'm still waiting for your illustrations." The woman with trimmed eyes, wearing a well-cut and well-fitting cheongsam, was about forty or fifty years old, and looked like a Hui Zhi Lanxin, like a Kochi.

"Do you recognize me?" Tian Xiaoxiao looked at the woman straight, but still followed the woman, and she didn't know why her legs seemed to be out of control.

When you come to the publishing house, almost everyone there wears a pair of glasses, some wear a long robe, some wear a Western-style shirt, and they all hold a stack of manuscripts in their hands.

"Tian Xiaoxiao, you promised me to draw my new comic soon, your readers are urgent." The woman who led Tian Xiaoxiao brought a pen and paper to Tian Xiaoxiao, this woman was originally an editor, no wonder she always gave Tian Xiaoxiao the temperament of an intellectual.

"I'll try." Tian Xiaoxiao picked up the pen and sketched the lines on the slightly rough paper, and she suddenly realized that she was a cartoonist who made a living from comics in this era.

I don't know how long it took to draw, a cartoon called "The Biography of Lao Tzu" was born, but Tian Xiaoxiao also drew a draft of this work.

"Sure enough, I didn't look at the wrong person, you can do this work, believe in my vision." The editor was so excited that she seemed to smell money.

"Really? I don't think it's good, in fact, I'm not very good, I always think it's not too good. Tian Xiaoxiao wanted to revise and revise again, she always felt that the first time she drew a comic, it must be a little bad and needed to be changed.

"No, no, no, I think it's good, I don't need to change it, you just listen to me." The editor shook her head, she immediately took Tian Xiaoxiao's comic manuscript and showed it to the editor-in-chief of the publishing house.

Tian Xiaoxiao is in place, is her painting really that good?

A work called "The Biography of Lao Tzu" was born, which was originally printed on the comic strip as a gift for snack gadgets, but later the big guy found out that it was no longer to buy snacks for the sake of snacks, but to buy them for the comic strips.

After the editor received the call from the investment, he danced and said, "Let me tell you, we talked about the boss we worked with before, he values you very much, he thinks you can, let's go and make this a single book, but we have dinner tonight." ”

Tian Xiaoxiao shook his head and didn't want to communicate too much with people, "Actually, you don't need to print a single book, don't I think this kind of comic book is already very good?" ”

Tian Xiaoxiao hates dinners and socializes, if only editors in the entire circle of publishing houses are willing to talk to Tian Xiaoxiao, Tian Xiaoxiao is undoubtedly lonely in this 80s.

"You have to know that if you want to be a cartoonist and want to be like Feng Zikai, you have to talk about cooperation, you don't have talent, you don't have a plot, the boss is willing to spend money to print a single book for you, it's already very important to you, don't give me these so-called literati bones." The editor put away the gentleness and sternness on weekdays, she is an editor, he takes the author for profit, if the author's book does not sell well, she will also have a low salary.

"I see, okay." Tian Xiaoxiao lowered her head and had to agree.

The editor bought Tian Xiaoxiao a beautiful floral skirt and a pair of pretty high heels.

"You talk about how you are busy creating on weekdays, and you don't care about what you wear, you are still not a girl, you are like a yellow-faced woman at a young age." The editor is picking on Tian Xiaoxiao's dress again, not like an editor but like a matchmaker.

Tian Xiaoxiao stepped on unstable high heels, wore a floral skirt that she didn't like, and went to a restaurant with the editor but was released with a pigeon.