I still love you and won't change.

Throughout the day, Tang Mo was a bit distracted.

The library has a weekly morning meeting on Friday mornings. He stood in the far corner of the line, waiting for the morning meeting to break up and go back to his office, when he heard Xiao Zhao and another young girl excitedly chatting about the popular female singer practicing Yu Zheng's upcoming concert in Suzhou.

Walking to the window, the sunlight pierced into the eyes of the dark-haired young man. He narrowed his eyes slightly, Xiao Zhao passed right by him, "I've already grabbed the ticket, even though it's the top of the hill, but there are too many people grabbing it, my cell phone screen was almost pressed to break before I grabbed it ......"

As the scent of summer intensifies, Tang Mo can't help but raise her hand to block the sunlight.

Walking past the rows and rows of bookshelves, Tang Mo suddenly heard a low and rapid whisper. As if someone was chanting, the tone of voice was impassioned, he subconsciously remembered a person, walked over to see, and it was really a godly man.

Yesterday, he was in a suit and said he was going to Shanghai to meet his daughter. I don't know how it turned out, but all in all, the godly man is his usual self today.

Armed with a copy of The Vanishing Secrets of the Mayan Civilization, he met Tang Mo and began by saying excitedly, "I had dinner with Shanshan, and she said she'd see me next time."

Tang Mo was puzzled, but then thought: Shanshan is probably the daughter of a magician.

After talking about his daughter, the magician took the book and danced around, "Do you know about the Mayan civilization? Eh you must know," asking himself, not even needing Tang Mo to interject, "they disappeared overnight! A great civilization, disappeared overnight, do you know why? You certainly don't! There was a god in this world, and the god sent down a punishment, and they were all gone!"

Tang Mo lightly glanced at the cleric, "Mr. Chen, if you can, don't leave the books lying around and remember to put them back on the shelf." Don't add to our workload.

Tang Mo nodded politely and turned to leave. Behind him, the clergyman was still talking about "Mayan civilization", "divine punishment", "human beings will also die overnight". Inexplicably, Tang Mo began to think: If there really is something that can make human beings disappear overnight ......

Probably only aliens.

Walking back to her seat with an expressionless face, Tang Mo pushed the strange thought to the back of her mind.

If there really is something that can make humanity die out overnight, what kind of despair and plight will mankind face at that time?

Nanjing, South Normal University High School.

A blonde, blue-eyed foreign kid was in gym class with his classmates when he joked with a female classmate and missed a basketball passed by a classmate for a second. The classmate said glumly, "Edward, how come you foreigners are better at pleasing girls than we are!"

The little blonde boy said innocently, "They're the ones who said they liked me."

Wuxi, Taihu Lake Fun Park.

The young man with the silver wire glasses pushed his cousin out of the way without mercy, he smiled slightly, "Come on, it's no use hugging me, if you want to go to a haunted house yourself. You might as well hug him, it might be more real."

Chai Rong, who was about to enter the haunted house, jolted, "Huh?" After a pause, "Wait, do I know you guys?"

An Chu also froze, "That's right cousin, I don't know anyone at all."

Xiao Jitong pushes up his glasses, "Then it seems like we only see each other once a year," smiles and curls his eyes, "Do we know each other well too?"

An Chu: "......"

Shanghai, Tongji University, international student dormitory area.

The tall foreign boy and a blonde girl were walking in the boulevard, and the latter asked curiously, "Jacks, I heard that the very famous female singer from China is practicing to have a concert in Suzhou, are you going?"

Beijing, the 80th Middle School.

A pale-faced boy silently lay on the table, he covered his stomach and looked down at the ground. Gradually, his stomach became more and more painful, and after a moment, he stood up, "Teacher, I want to go to the infirmary."

The teacher nodded, ''Take care of your body. Ruan Wangshu, if you still don't feel well next time, don't attend class. The body is important."

The boy walking out of the classroom paused in his movements, then continued forward.

After arriving at the infirmary, the female doctor was playing a cell phone game. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked back and then waved her hand, "It's you again, well, lie down by yourself. You know yourself well about this illness anyway, so go back to class when it doesn't hurt anymore."

Ruan Wangshu glanced at the nameplate on the female doctor's chest: Li Miaomiao.

"Uh-huh."

He dutifully walked over and lay down.

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

Everything is so calm and serene.

Is it true that the human race will die out?

Tang Mo quickly forgot about this nonsense. When he returned home in the evening, he got a delivery box from the doorman and opened it to see that it was a concert ticket for practicing Yu Zheng.

Tang Mo was silent and boarded the □□□.

[Grinding Candy: Did you send the tickets?]

The other side replied quickly.

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

Tang Mo: "......"

Tickets are in the mail. Of course there's a concert.

Eyes quietly looking at the computer screen, looking at the line above. For a long time, Tang Mo hooked up the corner of his mouth, he said: [What will you wear tomorrow.]

Victor: Guess. What are you wearing?

Tang Mo replied without blinking: "You guess.

Both of them were silent for a while, and surprisingly, they didn't ask the question again quite by default.

[Victor: Want to play a game?]

[Grinding Candy: Good.]

Nothing seemed right or wrong. Like every day and night for the past twenty-three years, Tang Mo slept very soundly this night, not tossing and turning or expecting to have trouble sleeping. He slept until dawn, and in the morning, just as he was about to get dressed, he suddenly remembered that today was Saturday.

He laid down a bowl of noodles for himself.

His cell phone lit up while he was eating his noodles, and he held it open.

[Fatso: I'm buying a house!]

[You Zego: Holy shit, you can afford to buy a house at that price in Shanghai? You've developed, Fatty.

The speaker is a small group of three people called "good brothers walking together who buy houses first who is a dog".

Tang Mo typed a reply.

[First dog: Where did you buy it?]

[Administrator "You Ze" changed the note of user "Fatty" to "Second Dog".]

[Second dog: Pudong! Used!]

The small group chatted very cheerfully, and when Tang Mo finished his noodles, we all booked to go to Shanghai next month to move Fatty's house, so we could all get together in the meantime.

Time passes extremely fast, the sky is getting dark, Tang Mo changed a white shirt, put on jeans, and took the key ready to go out. While waiting for the elevator, he looked at the person in the elevator mirror and somehow managed to ruffle his hair. After realizing this, he froze first.

"It's not like ...... is going on a blind date."

The elevator opened with a ding and the young brunette coughed awkwardly as he entered.

The concert was about to start, and the black crowd swarmed toward the Suzhou Stadium. Tang Mo was in no hurry, he waited for wave after wave of boys and girls to rush into the stadium, looking at each other's hands waving glow sticks, he thought about it, but still did not go to the roadside stall to buy one.

Passing the last stall, though, his eyes were drawn to a lighted hair ornament in the far corner.

It was a black hair band with two little devil horns lighted with wire tied to it. When the button was turned on, the little blue devil horns flickered. Tang Mo looked at the thing for a few seconds, seemed to remember something, and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, "I want one of those."

Walking towards the promised door with the blue imp hairband, Tang Mo's pace suddenly slows down.

Beside him, countless young men and women with blue devil horns on their heads happily entered the stadium. In front of him, a black crowd blocked the promised "Gate 23", at least a hundred people at a glance.

The moonlight falls gently, and the sounds around her are unmistakable, but Tang Mo can't move her feet.

Half a minute later, he suddenly turned around and walked back against the flow of people. The concert tickets pinched in his hand were crumpled, and just as he walked out of the crowd, Tang Mo abruptly raised his head and was violently stunned at the sight of that person.

Only to see a tall and handsome man in black standing in front of the last stall where the crowd was sparse, also holding a small blue devil's horn lampshade in his hand, quietly looking at him. He stood extremely straight, even when standing amongst the cluttered vendors, he was like a straight aspen tree, carrying a distinctive uprightness.

The two men's eyes focus in the air, and for a moment, the wind seems to stop.

Tang Mo heard her heartbeat clearly.

Flop, Flop ......

The voice jumped extremely fast.

After a long time, the person first took a long and slender leg and walked over in three steps into two. The distance was instantly drawn closer, and the breathing became rapid. A low male voice resounded in the cool wind, and at this time it was as if even the moonlight had become more magnificent.

"Grind sugar."

The tone was sure and unquestioning.

Tang Mo looked up and raised one eyebrow lightly, "Victor."

Victor gave a low chuckle and waved the imp horns in his hand, "I was going to give it to you, it might be appropriate for you to wear. But it seems that you already have it?"

Tang Mo: "......"

Without changing his face, he shoved something into the other man's hand, "It's for you."

"......"

After giving each other their things, there was a moment of silence between them.

I don't know who made the first sound, but Tang Mo extended his hand first: "Tang Mo."

Hearing these two words, the man mentally pronounced the name carefully. Then he extended his hand and smiled slightly, "...... Fu Wenduo."

Tang Mo : "Going to a concert? I'm actually not very familiar with the singer."

Fu Wenduo : "Then don't listen."

Tang Mo smiled, "Good."

The two of them walk together, out of place in the crowd, towards the outside of the gym. Suddenly, Tang Mo remembers a question, "How tall are you?"

Fu Wenduo : "185?" he didn't understand why the other party asked this question.

"...... didn't."

Five centimeters high ah ......

By the time he reached the stadium, the sound of loud, upbeat music was already filtering through the buildings and onto the road. Tang Mo reached out to hail a cab, and Fu Wenduo stood behind him, staring fixedly at him. After stopping for a while and not getting a taxi, Tang Mo remembers to use his taxi hailing app to call for a taxi.

He managed to find a cab, and as if sensing something, Tang Mo turned around and his gaze fell right into the other man's deep eyes.

With a lump in her throat, Tang Mo: "What's wrong, what are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

The answer was incredibly direct.

Tang Mo's fingers tightened, "Huh?"

Fu Wenduo : "Much better than I expected."

All of the tension that had been building up dissipated after hearing those words. Tang Mo smiled, "What do you imagine me to be like?"

"Wears glasses, not too tall, very white, very quiet. Southern look?"

"So what did I imagine you to be like, did you guess."

"...... is that what I am?"

Tang Mo: "No."

Fu Wenduo: "What was it like?"

"You guess."

Fu Wenduo was about to speak when the car arrived. Very naturally, he opened the door of the car and let Tang Mo enter. As Tang Mo entered the car, he seemed to have heard a sentence that dissipated into the darkness of the night with the gentle night breeze. Fu Wenduo's movements stopped for a moment, and when he entered the car again, he saw that the young man with black hair was already sitting in the innermost part of the car, close to the window, looking out the window.

The car started up and the driver didn't speak, only the rustling evening breeze crashed against the glass.

『......You're my favorite look, too.』.

Jerking her head around, Tang Mo's eyes widened as she looked at the man beside her.

Fu Wenduo put his forefinger against his lips and gave a soft "shhh".

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

If mankind will one day perish, what kind of despair will it face?

Tang Mo couldn't come up with that answer.

But he knew that the one he loved had been deeply in love with himself as well. And this person, who was impartial, not forward, not backward, just happened to be there at the most correct time. If that had to be a feeling, it was destiny.

Who would have thought that I never had a favorite look, and when you came along, so the favorite look all turned into you.

The car slowly drove away from the Suzhou Stadium and blended into the night.

Even Fu Wenduo didn't realize that after he left this stadium, a young woman in a black leather jacket with a ponytail in the middle of that 10,000-person concert didn't move and pressed her ear, her brow furrowed, "Who did you say you saw?"

"Hee hee, Fu Wenduo, Major Fu ah. Ah no, I heard that he seems to be about to be promoted to Lt. Colonel, that would be Lt. Colonel Fu oh."

Mu Huixue: "......"

"Fly, do you really think we came to see a concert."

The doll-faced youth stood in the crowd, blinking in aggravation, "Fawn, I really saw him ah."

Mu Huixue: "......"

"Can you not call me by that disgusting name."

"So what do you like? I only know you as 'deer', perhaps you could tell me your name, I'd be more than happy to call you by your first name ......" The voice came to an abrupt halt, and a few seconds later, Bai Ruoyao's voice, containing a smirk, rang out: "Eight o'clock, target person appears."

Mu Huixue's face sank, "Roger."

This night, practicing Yu Zheng's concert ended successfully. No one noticed that the director of the technical department of an IT foreign company had just opened his mouth at the concert when he was taken away by a doll-faced young man who always smiled and a young woman who always had a speechless look on her face.

This night, Red Square, Russia.

The big, strong, plainly dressed man lifted his daughter into the air in his arms and exchanged a soft kiss with his wife for the annual holiday celebration.

In the dormitory of a university in the United States, two good friends, John and Bale, are staying up all night struggling for their dissertations.

Shinsaibashi, Osaka, Japan Takao Yamamoto finally closed a deal and didn't leave the office until 12 midnight.

Tang Mo didn't spend the night understanding what it means to have the terrible physical strength of a Special Forces soldier. As the host, he took Fu Wenduo, who was visiting Suzhou for the first time, for a stroll along Guanqian Street and Pingjiang Road. A thought welled up in his mind: Victor seemed to be in good health, and actually didn't look tired at all.

The thought had just risen to the forefront of his mind.

Six months have passed, and people who have crossed paths before, and people who will perhaps never cross paths again in this lifetime, have celebrated a national holiday, and the fall of the Northern Hemisphere.

Early morning.

Tang Mo reached out his hand from under the covers and pressed his cell phone alarm clock off. He didn't look very good, first removing the arms around his waist, then stepping out of the covers and picking up the clothes on the floor. His back was aching, and even though both parties had prepared for everything, the first time wasn't very pleasant for him.

Luckily, he had the foresight to take a vacation yesterday and didn't have to work today. I just didn't remember to turn off the alarm clock last night, and now that he's awake, he really can't sleep either.

After making herself some porridge in the kitchen, Tang Mo leaned against the door and pondered the rest of her life.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked behind him with great speed. His eyes stopped the moment they met the other's, and Tang Mo frowned, "You walk without sound."

Fu Wenduo enters the kitchen and starts cooking. "Get used to it, no voices. What's on your mind?"

"Thinking about what we're going to do from now on."

At that, Fu Wenduo looked up, "What should we do?"

Tang Mo laughed, "Mr. Victor, aren't you going to take responsibility."

Fu Wenduo : "This is a bit of a big responsibility, one that I can't quite afford. If I must take it ......"

Tang Mo indicated that he would like to hear more.

"In exchange for the rest of my life, can I."

Tang Mo : "Doesn't seem ...... well ......"

A gentle kiss blocked the youth's next words, Fu Wenduo's hand immovably rubbed on Tang Mo's waist. In the small kitchen, congee was cooking on the gas stove, and the man lowered his head, gently kissing the only person he loved deeply in his life.

Lips and teeth intertwined as if in love, deadlocked together, unable to separate.

At the table, the two ate porridge.

Fu Wenduo suddenly said, "Today is a special day."

Tang Mo froze and took out his cell phone to look at the time, "November 15th, I don't remember it being your birthday?"

"It's the day you promised me we'd be together forever."

If the earth doesn't come online, I still love you and won't change.