A small two-storey western-style building in the suburbs.

Bai Ting looked at his best friend in surprise: "Why did you come to me today, don't accompany your girlfriend?" ”

"Hey, am I the kind of person who gets carried away? I haven't been with you for a long time, so I'm looking for you for a drink or two. ”

"But today is Tanabata?"

"What......" the dead friend showed a confused look, "What is qixi?" ”

"Isn't Tanabata just Tanabata, what kind of trouble are you making here?"

"I'd like to ask you what you're up to. I really haven't heard of any qixi, can you tell me about it? ”

Bai Ting was a little speechless, but he still opened the browser, ready to read the encyclopedia of Qixi Festival to see what kind of work the dead friend planned to do.

Strange things happened, and there were not a single search results related to the Qixi Festival.

"Huh? Something went wrong? ”

However, no matter how many search engines he switched, the result was the same.

Bai Ting thought about the possibility of the dead party erasing the Qixi related information of the entire Internet in order to trick him, and silently put away his mobile phone.

The old friend was a little confused, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"No, nothing. You just thought I was talking nonsense because I wasn't in my right mind. Bai Ting patted the shoulder of the dead party, "Let's go, let's drink." ”

"Okay, let's go to the old place. I'll ride a motorcycle and I'll take you there. ”

Bai Ting should be. The two of them went out and got into the car and drove towards the city at a gallop.

When I arrived, it was a barbecue restaurant.

When the boss saw them coming, he smiled and said, "Ah, I haven't seen you for a long time." Is it still the same today? ”

"The same old way!" Dead friends shouted.

The boss served four bottles of beer, 40 skewers of mutton, 10 skewers of stinky tofu, and 10 skewers of flesh and bones.

Bai Ting talked and laughed with his old friends, eating and drinking, and there was no abnormality.

After waving goodbye at the end, Bai Ting turned around and went straight to the library.

On foot, of course. Although he was in a very anxious mood, he still remembered not to drink and not to drive, and not to drink while driving.

Walking into the library, Bai Ting went straight to the myths and legends area. I swept around and took two books.

A compendium of Chinese mythology, a compendium of love mythology.

He first opened the encyclopedia of love myths and looked at the catalog, there was no Tanabata, no Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

I opened the encyclopedia of Chinese mythology again and looked at the catalog, there was no Qixi Festival, no Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Bai Ting spent another hour reading the two books at a speed, there was no Tanabata, no Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Closing the book, Bai Ting rubbed his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and then took out his mobile phone and began to search.

Queqiao Immortal Qin Guan, no result.

The long-hated song Bai Juyi has no result.

The western capital was endowed with Bangu, and there was no result.

He put down his mobile phone, found the complete works of Qin Guan, Bai Juyi, and Ban Gu in the library, and flipped through them.

Those works involving Qixi Festival, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl have indeed disappeared, and there is no shadow left.

Bai Ting's limited impression of Qixi only supports him to find it here. However, it can almost be concluded that Tanabata has disappeared from the world.

He pondered what was going on, but he couldn't figure it out. This makes no sense.

- Or, is the so-called Tanabata really just your own fantasy? Time to see a psychiatrist?

No, if you could fantasize those pinnacle poems and songs out of thin air, Bai Ting would have won the Nobel Prize in Literature a long time ago. It's impossible.

Is it a mysterious natural phenomenon? Since collective memory errors such as the Mandela Effect can occur, collective amnesia can naturally occur as well.

But this does not explain the disappearance of paper records and online data that should have existed objectively.

So, what is the point of doing it by someone – or not – who has ultra-high technology, and for what purpose?

Countless conjectures collided in Bai Ting's mind, but with the amount of information available, it was obviously not enough to make further inferences.

But there will always be a turning point. Yes, friend, no book can be made without coincidence. In other words, Bai Ting is destined to fall into this whirlpool.

An old man walked over to Bai Ting, who had been observing Bai Ting for a long time.

"Young man, you look like you need some help."

Bai Ting followed the prestige and couldn't help but gasp.

This is an ordinary but not simple old man. He has an ordinary dress, an ordinary pair of shoes, an ordinary beard, and an ordinary hairstyle.

Isn't it simple? In those fiery eyes.

Literally on fire.

Bai Ting froze, lowered his head and stopped looking at those eyes, and said, "Yes, old man, it looks like you can definitely help me." What's going on? Could it be that there are really supernatural powers in this world? ”

"That's a long story." The old man put his hand on Bai Ting's shoulder unhurriedly as he spoke, "But I'm a man of action. ”

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from the library.