The Nth Disappearance of My Wife

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

"You're here..."

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

"What kind of divination is so good?"

Ye Zhe is a materialist who does not believe in cloudy theology.

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

Tian Xiaoxiao is like a curious baby who is interested in everything.

"How can it be possible to see past and present lives? This is just feudal superstition, Western dross."

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

"Then you haven't come yet."

Tian Xiaoxiao only thought of Ye Zhe as being arrogant, this man's duplicity is not something that happens every day or two.

"Buy you a lesson."

Ye Zhe is really not arrogant this time, he
We entered the dim divination room together, playing light music, sitting 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 read past and present lives, right?" Tian Xiaoxiao put away his interest and asked politely.

"You can watch 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, speaking quite mysteriously.

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

"It's all here, so I'll accept it." Ye Zhe replied indifferently, and handed over the money by the way, treating it as a lesson for Tian Xiaoxiao.

The old man pointed to the red sofa beside him to signal Tian Xiaoxiao and Ye Zhe to sit down, lit the smoked candles, and turned on the radio to change the music.

Tian Xiaoxiao could hear that song clearly, it was clearly about killing the wolf.

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

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

"Oh, my dear friend, experience this dream with your heart." The old man rang the bell at noon and closed the door silently. It was her principle to accept only one order a day.

It was an overhead era... No, this is the 80s of the last century.

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

"Here is that? Is this my previous life?" Tian Xiaoxiao looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing an old-fashioned red sportswear at this time, and she was wearing familiar Feiyue shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, it seems that the original self has not changed, but it seems to be a few years older.

Tian Xiaoxiao went out to look at that era.

Pedestrians and elderly people in the bustling old street seem to be uniformly wearing Chinese tunic suits or gray robes. Some girls are wearing braids and floral skirts with a pair of sneakers or old black Beijing cloth shoes. Some fashionable beauties are ironing Fashionable instant noodle rolls, wearing a turtleneck sweater with flared trousers, and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Some men wear blue striped shirts or plaid shirts, and their feet are either polished leather shoes or A pair of Jiefang shoes may also be a pair of black cloth shoes sewn by the mother herself.

Jacky Cheung's "Kiss Goodbye" was playing from the loudspeaker hanging on the telephone pole, probably because of the reform and opening up, Hong Kong and Taiwan singers who used to be said to be all the rage were all the rage.

The brother named Leslie Cheung was still there that year, and this year was 1993, the year Jacky Cheung kissed goodbye album was released.

Just as Tian Xiaoxiao watched all this in a trance, she was stopped by a person who grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away.

"Tian Xiaoxiao, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you everywhere. Let's go back to the publishing house and wait for your illustrations." The woman with trimmed eyes was wearing a well-tailored and well-fitting cheongsam, About forty or fifty years old, she looks like Hui Zhi Lan Xin, like a high-level intellectual.

"Do you recognize me?" Tian Xiaoxiao stared at the woman in shock, but still followed the woman, and somehow her legs seemed to be out of control.

When I came to the publishing house, almost everyone there wore a pair of glasses, some wore robes and some wore Western-style shirts, and they all held stacks of manuscripts in their hands.

"Tian Xiaoxiao, you promise to draw my new manga quickly. Your readers are urgent." The woman who led Tian Xiaoxiao brought a pen and paper to Tian Xiaoxiao. This woman was originally an editor. Tian Xiaoxiao has the temperament of a high intellectual.

"Let me try." Tian Xiaoxiao picked up a pen and sketched lines on the slightly rough paper. She suddenly realized that she was a cartoonist who made a living by comics in this era.

I don't know how long it took to draw, a comic called "The Biography of Laozi" was born, but Tian Xiaoxiao only drew the draft of this work.

"Sure enough, I'm not mistaken. This work of yours is fine, trust my vision." The editor was very excited after seeing this work, and she seemed to smell the breath of money.

"Is it really possible? I don't think it's very good. Actually, I'm not very good, and I always feel that it's not too good." Tian Xiaoxiao wanted to revise it again. She always felt that drawing manga for the first time must be a little bit Not good, it needs to be changed.

"No, no, no, I think it's very good. You 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 stood still, was her painting really that good?
A work called "The Biography of Laozi" was born out of nowhere. At first it was printed on a comic book as a gift for snacks and gadgets. Later, the big guys realized that they no longer bought snacks for the sake of buying snacks, but bought them for the comic book.

After the editor received the investment call, he danced and said, "Let me tell you, the boss we talked about before said that he valued you very much. He thinks you can do it. Let's go and make this a separate book, but we have dinner tonight." .”

Tian Xiaoxiao shook his head and was unwilling to communicate with people too much, "Actually, there is no need to print a booklet, I think this kind of comic strip is already pretty good?"

Tian Xiaoxiao hates dinners and socializing. If only editors in the entire publishing circle of Ruoda 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 become someone like Feng Zikai, you have to talk about cooperation. You don't have talent, you don't have a plot, and the boss is willing to spend money to print a booklet for you. I already value you very much, don't give me these so-called literati's character." The editor put away his usual gentleness and was extremely strict. She is an editor, and he brought the author for profit. If the author's book does not sell well, She is also paid less.

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

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

"Tell me that you are busy creating and you are busy creating on weekdays, and you don't tidy up your clothes. You are still a girl, and you are like a yellow-faced woman at a young age." The editor was critical of Tian Xiaoxiao again. Dressed like a matchmaker instead of an editor.

Tian Xiaoxiao was wearing unsteady high heels and a floral skirt she didn't like, and went to a restaurant with the editor but was released as a pigeon.