The Earth is Online

Throughout the day, Tang Mo is quite absent-minded.

The library has a morning meeting every week, scheduled for Friday morning. He stood in the corner of the team. When the morning meeting was scattered back to the office, he heard Xiao Zhao and another young girl excitedly talking about the popular female singer practicing Yuzheng coming to Suzhou to open a concert.

Just walking to the window, the sun pierced the eyes of the young black-haired. He narrowed his eyes, Xiao Zhao just bypassed him: "I have already got the ticket, although it is the top of the mountain, but there are too many people to grab, my mobile phone screen is broken and grabbed..."

The summer atmosphere became more and more strong, and Tang couldn't help but raise his hand to block the sun.

Walking through the rows of bookshelves, Tang Mo suddenly heard a low-pitched and quick whisper. It seems that anyone who is chanting is very excited. He subconsciously thinks of a person. When he walks over, he is really a **** stick.

Yesterday, I also said that I had to go to Shanghai to see my daughter. I don’t know what the result is. In short, the **** stick has become the usual appearance today.

He took a copy of "The Secret of the Mayan Civilization Disappearance". When he saw Tang Mo, he first said excitedly: "I have eaten a meal with her, and she said that I will see you next time."

Tang Mo was confused and turned his head and thought: He is probably the daughter of the **** stick.

After talking about her daughter, the gods holding the book, dancing and dancing: "Do you know the Mayan civilization? You must know," Asking yourself, you don't have to worry about it. "They disappeared overnight! A great civilization, I disappeared overnight, do you know why? You certainly don’t know! There is God in this world, God has punished, and they are all gone!"

Tang Mo faintly looked at the **** stick: "Mr. Chen, if you can, don't let the books go, remember to put them back on the bookshelf." Don't give us more work.

Tang Mo nodded politely and turned away. Behind him, the gods are still talking about the "Maya civilization", "God's punishment" and "Humans will die overnight". Inexplicably, Tang Mo began to think about it: If there is something that can make humans disappear overnight...

Probably only aliens.

Going back to his seat with a blank expression, Tang Mo left this strange idea behind his head.

If there is really something that can make humanity die overnight, what kind of despair and dilemma will human beings face at that time?

Nanjing, South Normal University High School.

A blond foreign child and classmates are taking physical education classes. He is joking with the female classmates and has never taken over the basketball from the classmates. The classmate said depressedly: "Edward, how can you be a foreigner than we will be a girl!"

The blond boy said innocently: "It is they who like me."

Wuxi, Taihu Happy Garden.

The young man wearing silver glasses pushed his cousin away without any mercy. He smiled slightly: "Okay, I want to go to the haunted house, it is useless to hold me. You might as well hold him, maybe it is more."

Chai Rong, who was preparing to enter the haunted house, was scared: "Ha?" paused. "Wait, do I know you?"

An Chu also said: "Yes, my cousin, I don't know people at all."

Xiao Jitong pushes the glasses: "Then we seem to see the upper side of the year," smiled and bent her eyes. "Are we familiar too?"

An Chu: "..."

Shanghai, Tongji University, dormitory area for international students.

The tall foreign boy and a blonde girl are walking in the avenue. The latter curiously asks: "Jacks, I heard that the famous female singer in China is going to Suzhou to have a concert. Are you going?"

Beijing, the 80th.

A pale boy squatted silently on the table, his belly and looking down at the ground. Gradually, his stomach became more and more painful. After a moment, he stood up: "Teacher, I want to go to the infirmary."

The teacher nodded. "Be careful. Look at Shu. If you are not feeling well next time, don't go to class. The body is important."

The male student who walked out of the classroom paused and then continued to move forward.

After going to the infirmary, the female doctor is playing a mobile game. I heard the opening sound and looked back, then waved my hand: "It’s you, well, let me lie down. You are clear about this disease anyway, and you will go back to class if you don't hurt."

Lookout Shu looked at the nameplate on the chest of the female doctor: Li Miaomiao.

"Ok."

He walked over and lay down.

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Schools, office buildings, factories, construction sites...

Everything is so peaceful and peaceful.

Will humans really die?

Tang Mo soon forgot this nonsense. In the evening, he returned home, got a courier box from the guard, and took a look at it. It was a concert ticket for practicing Yu Zheng.

Tang Mo Mo silent, boarded qq.

[Grinding Sugar: Is the ticket sent by you? 】

The other party responded quickly.

[Victor: Well, just a friend gave two tickets. I heard that this female singer has a concert in Suzhou tomorrow? 】

Tang Mo: "..."

Tickets are sent, of course there are concerts.

The eyes quietly looked at the computer screen and looked at the line above. For a long time, Tang Mo raised his mouth and he said: [What clothes do you wear tomorrow? 】

[Victor: You guess. what do you wear? 】

Tang Mo's eyes did not hesitate to reply: [You guess. 】

Both of them were silent for a while, and they did not ask this question very tacitly.

[Victor: Come to a game. 】

[Grinding sugar: good. 】

It seems that everything is not right, and nothing is wrong. Like every day and night in the past twenty-three years, Tang Mo slept very quiet this night, did not turn to the side, and did not expect to sleep. He felt sleepy until dawn, and he was just getting ready to dress in the morning. He suddenly remembered that today is Saturday.

He gave himself a bowl of noodles.

When the noodles were lit, the phone lit up and he took a look.

[Fatty: I am buying a house! 】

[You Ze Ge: I rely on, Shanghai, the price you can afford to buy a house? Developed, fat. 】

What I’m talking about is a trio of people called “Good brothers who go together and who buys a house first and who are dogs”.

Tang Mo typed back.

[First dog: Where did you buy it? 】

[Administrator "You Ze Ge" changed the user's "fat" note to "second dog". 】

[The second dog: Pudong! Second-hand! 】

The group talked very cheerfully. When Tang Mo finished eating, everyone also booked to go to Shanghai next month to move the fat man, and by the way, everyone gathered together.

Time flies, the sky is getting darker, Tang Mo has changed a white shirt, put on jeans, and took the key to go out. When waiting for the elevator, he looked at the people in the mirror of the elevator. Somehow, he dialed his hair. Realizing this, he himself first caught it.

"...not to go blind date."

The elevator slammed open, and the young black man coughed and entered the elevator.

The concert is about to begin, and the crowds of black pressure are rushing to the direction of the Suzhou Stadium. Tang Mo is not in a hurry. He waited for waves of boys and girls to rush into the gym and watched the light sticks waving in the other hand. He thought about it, but he did not go to the roadside stall to buy one.

However, when passing the last stall, his gaze was attracted by a light bulb in the corner.

It was a black headband with two small devil horns tied with wire. Open the button, the blue devil's small corner flashes. Tang Mo looked at the thing for a few seconds, seemed to think of something, took out the phone from his pocket: "I want one."

Holding the blue little devil headband toward the agreed door, Tang Mo’s footsteps suddenly slowed down.

Beside him, countless young men and women wore blue little devil horns on their heads and walked into the stadium happily. In front of him, the black-pressed crowd blocked the agreed "door No. 23" and saw at least one hundred people at a glance.

The moonlight was gently sown, and the surrounding sounds were extremely noisy, but Tang Mo did not move.

Half a minute later, he suddenly turned and walked back against the flow of people. The concert tickets held in his hand were pinched out of wrinkles, and as he walked out of the crowd, Tang looked up and slammed his head when he saw the man.

I saw a crowd of people, a tall and handsome black man standing in front of the last stall, holding a blue little devil horns in his hand, watching him quietly. He stood very straight, even if he stood in a messy vendor, like a straight poplar tree, with a distinctive British.

The eyes of the two are in the air, and at this moment, the wind seems to stop.

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Tang Mo clearly heard his heartbeat.

Plop, plop...

This voice jumps very fast.

For a long time, the man first took the slender legs and walked in three steps and three steps. As the distance narrowed, the breathing became rushed. A low male voice rang in the cool wind, and it seemed as if the moonlight had become more magnificent.

"Grinding sugar."

The tone is affirmative and there is no doubt.

Tang Mo looked up and took a light eyebrow: "Victor."

Victor smiled and waved the little devil's horn in his hand: "I might have given you what I wanted to give you. But it seems that you already have it?"

Tang Mo: "..."

I don’t change the color and put things into the other’s hands: “Send you.”

"..."

After giving each other something to each other, there was a silence between the two.

I don't know who made it first, and Tang Mo first reached out: "Tang Mo."

Hearing these two words, the man carefully read the name in his heart. Then he reached out and smiled slightly: "...Fu Wen."

Tang Mo: "Go to the concert? Actually, I am not very familiar with this singer."

Fu Wen won: "That would not listen."

Tang Mo smiled: "Good."

The two people are out of tune with the crowd and go out to the gym. Suddenly, Tang Mo remembered a question: "How tall are you?"

Fu Wenzhan: "185?" He did not understand why the other party asked this question.

"……No."

Five centimeters high...

When walking outside the gym, the cheerful and loud music has been transmitted to the road through the building. Tang Mo reached out and wanted to stop a taxi. Fu Wen took the position behind him and looked at him fixedly. After stopping for a while, I didn't stop the car. Tang Mou remembered calling the car with a car software.

He managed to find a taxi, as if he had noticed something, Tang Mo turned and his eyes just fell into the eyes of the other side.

Some throats are stunned, Tang Mo: "What's wrong, what are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

The answer is very direct.

Tang Mo’s fingers tightened: “Well?”

Fu Wenjue: "It's a lot better than I thought."

The original nervous mood, after hearing this sentence, all disappeared. Tang Mo smiled: "What do you think of me?"

"Don't wear glasses, not tall, very white, very quiet. What about southerners?"

"Then I imagine what you are like, have you guessed it?"

"...I am like this?"

Tang Mo: "No."

Fu Wen took: "What is that?"

"you guess."

Fu Wen is about to talk, the car has arrived. He naturally opened the door and made Tang Mo advanced. When Tang Mo entered the car, he seemed to hear a word, with the gentle night wind dissipating in the dark night. Fu Wen’s action stopped for a moment, and when he went in again, he saw that the young black-haired man was already sitting on the inner side, clinging to the window and looking out the window.

The car started, the driver did not speak, only the evening wind of rust hit the glass.

"...you are also my favorite. 』

Turning his head sharply, Tang Mo's eyes widened and looked at the man beside him.

Fu Wen grabbed his index finger against his lips and gently snorted.

The driver was still driving honestly, and he did not notice that the two young men sitting in the back seat of the car looked at each other and smiled.

If human beings will die one day, what kind of despair will they face?

Tang Mo could not think of the answer.

But he knows that the person he likes has always loved himself deeply. And this person, he is not biased, not before, just happens to be there at the most correct time. If this must be a feeling, then it is destined.

No one had thought that I had never liked it, and when you appeared, the look you liked became all of you.

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The car slowly sailed away from the Suzhou Stadium and was incorporated into the night.

Even Fu Wen did not expect that after he left the stadium, in the concert of 10,000 people, a young woman wearing a black leather coat and a ponytail pressed her eyes and brows. Wrinkled: "You said who you saw?"

"Hey, Fu Wenzhe, Master Fu. Yeah, it’s not right. I heard that he seems to be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. That is Master Fu."

Mu Huixue: "..."

"fly, you really are we going to see the concert?"

The baby face youth stood in the crowd and grievously blinked: "Little deer, I really saw him."

Mu Huixue: "..."

"Can you call me without this disgusting name?"

"What do you like? I only know that you are called 'deer', maybe you can tell me your name, I am very happy to call your name..." The sound stopped abruptly, and after a few seconds, Bai Ruoyao smiled. The sound of the sound: "At eight o'clock, the target person appears."

Mu back to the snow and Shen Shen: "Received."

This evening, the concert of practicing Yu Zheng was successfully completed. No one noticed that the director of the technical department of a foreign company had just opened the concert and was taken away by a young girl who was always smiling and a young woman who was always speechless.

This evening, the Russian Red Square.

Wearing a simple and strong man, he held his daughter in the air and exchanged a soft kiss with his wife for the annual festival.

In a university dormitory in the United States, two good friends, John and Bell, are working hard for a dissertation.

Osaka Shinsaibashi, Yamamoto Takashi finally talked about a list, and left the company until midnight.

Tang Mo did not understand the terrible physical strength of the special forces on this night. As the master, he took the first visit to Suzhou, Fu Wen, and strolled around Guanqian Street and Pingjiang Road. There was a thought in his heart: Victor seemed to be in good health, and he was not tired at all.

When this thought comes up, he forgets it.

In the past six months, people who have had an intersection, and perhaps no one in this life, have ushered in a National Day and ushered in the fall of the Northern Hemisphere.

Early morning.

Tang Mo reached out from the quilt and pressed the mobile phone alarm clock. His face is not very good-looking. First remove the double-armed arm from his waist, then walk out of the quilt and pick up the clothes on the ground. His back pain was terrible, and even if the two sides made all the preparations, the first time made him not very well.

Fortunately, yesterday, there was a foresight to take time off, and I don’t have to go to work today. I just didn't think about turning off the alarm clock last night. Now he woke up and couldn't sleep.

Going to the kitchen to cook some porridge, Tang Mo leaned against the door panel and looked down on the life of the rest of his life.

Suddenly he looked up and looked very fast behind him. When the line of sight stopped at the moment of the opponent, Tang Mo frowned: "You have no sound when you walk."

Fu Wen took the kitchen and started cooking. "Get used to it, can't have a voice. What are you thinking?"

"What do you think about us later?"

Wen Yan, Fu Wen took up his head: "What should I do?"

Tang Mo smiled: "Mr. Victor, you are not going to be responsible."

Fu Wenzhan: "This responsibility is a bit big, I am not very affordable. If you must bear..."

Tang Mo said that he would like to hear the details.

"Use my next life to exchange, can you?"

Tang Mo: "It seems not... um..."

The gentle kiss blocked the young man's next words, and Fu Wen's hand slammed into the waist of Tang Mo. In the small kitchen, the porridge was cooked on the gas stove. The man lowered his head and gently kissed the only person he loved in his life.

The intertwined lips and teeth, like love, are entwined and cannot be separated.

At the table, the two ate porridge.

Fu Wen suddenly said: "Today is a special day."

Tang Mo a glimpse, took out the phone and looked at the time: "November 15, I remember not your birthday?"

"It is the day you promised me to be together forever."

If the earth is not online, I still love you and will not change.