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Sean came at a bad time, and Riley looked at Elijah angrily. The two of them spoke in a low voice, not knowing what they were talking about.Mark sat on the sofa in the waiting area, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

When Sean received the call from Elijah, he and Troy were watching the slides of the new round of investment. The people who saw it felt dizzy. They thought that Elijah was here to ask about the dinner tomorrow, but they answered the phone. Knowing that something happened to Eduardo.

Sean ignored Riley and Elijah and just walked over and sat next to Mark.After he sat down, Mark came back to his senses and greeted him.

"How did you come?"

"I'm not at ease if something goes wrong, I'm afraid you won't be able to see it, so I'll come and have a look."

"Elia told you?"

"He didn't say that he couldn't deal with the director of the hospital by himself, so he called me for help——I made up a routine."

"I didn't mean to accuse him."

"—he said there was something wrong with Wardo, what's the matter?"

Sean said it mildly, but that expression was like asking Mark directly, "Why are you guys arguing about trivial things again?"

"I don't know—but he doesn't look right," Mark added, frowning.

Eduardo's appearance was not only wrong, it was very wrong.

Mark has seen him like this several times before, just when they were suing.

At that time, the cold war and hot war between him and Mark were not over yet.

Eduardo, everyone said he was a very good person, and those were compliments to Mark, because if he could win the relationship as well as he did, they would also say he was a good person, with those sincere words If not, praise him.

Eduardo is not as good as they say. In fact, he is lazy and has no good work and rest habits. Several times in the middle of the night, because he wanted to avoid everyone in the dormitory and stay in their dormitory, regardless of Mark's cleanliness, he wore a coat Lying on Mark's bed, wrapped in Mark's quilt - he likes to sleep wrapped up in a quilt, and has to cuddle with something.

The bed in the dormitory is so small that Mark thinks it is too small to sleep by himself. Every time Edward comes, he learns some programming by the side, saving wasted time.

He always watched him sleep like this. After a long time, he also felt a little resentful. In the middle of the night, he sat on the edge of the bed with his laptop and knocked furiously. Chris felt noisy when he was opposite, and Eduardo never woke up.

Revenge is punished, even if you don't succeed - because of this, all Kirkland students who knew them knew from Chris how Mark guarded Eduardo when he was asleep.

He looked so tired and anxious, haunted by nightmares, and even then he slept soundly, as if he had to hurry up and do something in his dreams.

He rested his head on the mattress, hugging Mark's pillow tightly in his arms, his eyes closed, the eyelashes casting a small shadow under them.

He looked so vulnerable, so disturbed, so—lovable.

Getting along with Eduardo is actually very tiring. He is fast-paced and always busy. He always wants to grasp everything. In fact, it is difficult for you to keep up with his field and knowledge reserve. Most of the time You have nothing to talk about, just listen to what he tells you-professional credits, opportunities to make money, friends, famous people in school, clubs, beautiful girls, outdoor sports, fitness, art, painting, concerts, volunteer activities· ... and so on, he has too many activities.

It's like a collection of wonderful life of contemporary college students.

He has a particularly exuberant vitality and a strong sense of presence, as if he will never feel tired.

Seeing him fall asleep, Mark understood - it was because he was restless and insecure, so he wanted to grab everything he could.

Once after Edward woke up in the middle of the night, he saw Mark sitting in front of his notebook, nodding his head in sleepiness. His conscience realized that he patted Mark awake and told him to go to bed.

When he said this, his face was as white as a ghost, his eyes were black and blue, only a little bit of blood on his cheeks after a deep sleep.

Of course Mark couldn't compete with the patient, so he let him go back to sleep.

Eduardo condescended to him, saying that it was a shame, the master dozed off here, and he slept soundly there.

Mark thought to himself that you have done this many times before, and now you are saying polite words, which is just annoying.

They talked one after another, accidentally waking up Dustin, he secretly eavesdropped on their conversation, but still couldn't hear it all, this incident also made "how Eduardo took care of Mark's daily life" of that story.In the air, rumors travel faster than light.

During that time, Mark was very depressed. Once after Eduardo left, he forgot to change the bed sheet and quilt cover, so he just lay down and fell asleep. When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly smelled a scent of perfume, a bit like watermelon The smell is still a little salty, the smell seems to be nothing, like a silky and thin ribbon, wrapped around the mark, this smell is very annoying, you try to smell it, but you can only smell it A little aftertaste, but the moment your mind wanders, you can feel it filling all the air around you.

Because he was too tired, Mark couldn't afford to get up and change a bed sheet, so he could only make do with it.

The smell of Eduardo's perfume in the cup and on the pillow enveloped him, pervasive, and Mark tried not to think about it, but that night, he still dreamed that Eduardo was holding him from behind to sleep all night.Eduardo hugged his waist tightly from behind, his face pressed against his shoulders, his breath hit his skin lightly like a hairball, soft and lingering, his legs pressed against his , hid under his knees.

During that time, Mark washed the sheets surprisingly frequently, and the aunt who was in charge of the washing machine downstairs often looked at him and smiled knowingly.

One day during their litigation process, it was raining heavily, and the lawyers were arguing about some messy situations, and the two protagonists were distracted—Eduardo was distracted, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Mark, distracted and looking at Eduardo.He remembered that when he was distracted that day, he was thinking of Eduardo sleeping on his bed, hugging the pillow, frowning, and eyelashes like a small fan.

It was a rare moment of warmth for them.

Mark would have liked Eduardo to sleep forever, because when his pretty lips parted, he said hurtful things.

When he was awake, he was nothing but disappointment and heartbreak.

The lawyer asked Eduardo a question, and Eduardo withdrew his gaze from the window, turned around and said something to himself, looked at everyone, and said, I was your friend, and you had your friend.

You had a friend.

When Eduardo was talking, he was wearing a suit and tie neatly. The anger and injury in his eyes were so real, Mark still saw calculations in his eyes.

This is also very like a dramaqueen.

Mark remembers being very angry at the time, he was irritated by this sentence, completely, he remembered saying something back to Eduardo, very vicious, but he couldn't remember what he said specifically, he just I remember that he was so angry that he felt cold all over his body.

His palms were wet with cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, and his mouth smelled of blood.

He said he was pitiful and hateful, and he thought he at least understood him.

Those extroverts and testimonials are like labels and he doesn't care.

He didn't care, and he thought he didn't care, and he shouldn't.

Eduardo was irritated by his vicious words, his face turned pale with anger, he wanted to hit back at Mark, but he bit his lip and held back.

He greeted the lawyer and left the conference room.Mark chased after his voice and shouted, repeating the vicious words just now, but this time he said a little more, even his own lawyer coughed a few times to remind him.

He wanted to quarrel with Eduardo, he had too much anger sealed in his heart, he thought that Eduardo would be irritated by him and have a big fight with him instead of not looking at him Turn around and leave.

He was wrong, and the only ones he pissed off were his own lawyer and Eduardo's lawyer.

After Eduardo went out that afternoon, he didn't come back. His lawyer called him, but they didn't get through.

When Mark got the news of Eduardo again, two days later, Chris called him and told him that Eduardo was in a ward in the city center. He was sent to the hospital by the hotel because of a drug overdose, and he had just been rescued.

It was already afternoon when Mark returned to New York, and the heavy rain that Eduardo left had stopped long ago, and evaporated among the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, without even a trace of it being visible.

Eduardo was still sleeping, Sean was sitting on the sofa by the window, reading a book, and seeing Mark coming, he stood up, greeted Mark, and told Mark that Eduardo was okay, out of danger, but still needed Stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time, and he will be discharged in about two days.

Mark nodded, thanking him for his help these two days.

Sean patted him on the shoulder to reassure him, saying, it's not his fault, Eduardo just needs to vent, he also said that people always do things that are beyond their control when they are drunk, maybe Eduardo He didn't even know what he had done, and it had nothing to do with him.

Mark didn't speak, he thought in his heart, how could it not matter, all this is caused by me.

Sean sat Mark down and opened the door to give them some alone time.

Eduardo lay in a coma on the hospital bed, his skin was as white as snow under the grass-green sheets, he was lying flat with frowning brows, the bite marks on his lips were still obvious, and he was holding a corner of the quilt in his hand.

He was far friendlier and more reasonable when he was asleep than when he was awake.Mark felt that they could settle all the lawsuits in this way.

His face overlapped with that of when he often stayed in his dormitory two years ago, but he looked more disturbed and anxious than that time.

What kind of person is not happy when he is asleep?

Mark sat in the position that Sean had just made - this position could clearly see the numbers on the vital signs monitor beside Eduardo's bed - and then he opened the book Sean had just read.

It's "Ship News".

It appears to be Eduardo's book.

There was a pencil on the last page - it looked like Sean had already seen the last page.

"In the weeks after Jack's resurrection, as his pneumonia and aphasia gradually improved, he whispered details of his trip to Far Beach and back. The weather was fine. Not many lobsters, but some. On return The motor failed. Then it went out. The battery in the flashlight was dead. After two hours of fumbling in the dark, the motor still wouldn't turn. Some speed boats passed by, and he called them to drag him. Didn't hear it. Just passed it like this Long time. Thought I was going to stay there all night. Turned on the lighter and looked at the watch. It was five to ten. Captain Tom was meowing and bouncing around like he had scrapie."

Mark turned the page, and there was a passage drawn in pencil on it.

"Quayle had some colorful moments, he said some great words, he listened to the rich sound of the waves counting the stones, he laughed, he sobbed, he watched the sun go down, he heard the music in the rain, he said I can OK.

A row of shiny hubcaps on sticks appeared in the front yard of the Birks house.It was a wedding present from the father of the bride.

Since Jack can get out of the pickle jar, since the bird with a broken neck can fly away, what is impossible? Perhaps, water is older than light, diamonds are broken in hot sheep's blood, and cold water is sprayed from the top of the mountain. Fire, a forest in the middle of the sea, perhaps, the shadow of a hand on the back of a caught crab, perhaps, a knotted rope can imprison the wind.Maybe, sometimes, love can no longer have pain and sorrow. "

He put his hand on the page of the book and stroked the sentence underlined by the pencil with his thumb. The sentence was so beautifully written, full of the rough and heavy feeling after being tempered by life. What do you think.

On the other side of the hospital bed, Eduardo made a slight movement, and Mark moved the seat and sat beside his bed.There was cold sweat on Edward's head, he curled up, and his whole body shrank into the quilt.

Mark tucked his back and pulled him out of the quilt, saving him from being smothered to death as soon as he was rescued.

Mark squeezed his cheek, but felt the tentacles were slippery, and only belatedly realized that he was crying.

I don't know how long he has been crying, the pillow and sideburns are completely wet by him.

Ah, what kind of person is not happy even when he is asleep?

Mark wiped his face with a handkerchief very gently, and he couldn't bear to be cruel to Eduardo who was sleeping.

But, maybe, it wasn't that he was unhappy when he fell asleep, but that he was always unhappy and only showed it when he was asleep.

Eduardo moved restlessly and spoke a few incoherent ravings, calling for his mother.

Mark touched his forehead, a little hot, he knew his mother had passed away.

Eduardo said a few more words, and Mark leaned closer to hear what he said.

Those few fragmented words are, take me with you.

Mark put down the hand holding the handkerchief. At that moment, he felt a big hole in his chest. The mixture of guilt and frustration hit him overwhelmingly, and Mark couldn't breathe.

He knew he was unhappy, the real thing, but he hadn't thought he was this unhappy.

Most people will be attached to their mother when they encounter this kind of thing, but they will say 'Mom don't go', but what he said is 'Take me with you'.

He's just a kid, and although he's always so capable and smart, he's just a kid who wants to have everything in his hands.

Iamsosorry, wardo, Iamsosorry.

I will let you go as you wish.

I will let you go, let you get what you want, as long as I can give, I will let you live the life you want to live, happy.

I will let you go without embarrassing you.

Mark felt that his resentment, disappointment, anger, determination to persist in the war, and complex emotions of wanting a statement and result for Eduardo because of the long two-year war seemed to be extinguished at once, like a burning fire , although there is still warmth, but it can't be tossed anymore.

They had been arguing for so long, nearly two years, and this was the first time Mark calmed down. He seemed to suddenly lose his sense of everything around him, and everything, beautiful and painful, felt dull to him.

He bowed his head, walked out of the ward quickly, found Sean in the waiting area next to him, and told him to go back to the ward.

Sean sat in the corner of the waiting area, smoking was not allowed here, Sean looked up at the ceiling, chewing gum, not knowing what he was thinking, Mark patted him so that he almost swallowed the gum.

They didn't say a few words, Mark left in a hurry, Sean watched his leaving back, smiled mockingly, and treated him as well as himself.

Mark left the hospital, sat in a taxi, called his lawyer, and told him he wanted to settle.

stock?

Give it all to him.

money?

Give it all to him.

Shareholder meeting?

He comes whenever he likes, and forgets if he doesn’t.

Indivisible preferred stock?

There is no need to lie anymore.

Those things you are fighting for, records and ticket stubs?

Give it all to him.

Confidentiality agreement?

No need, he won't say it.

His lawyer confirmed with him several times, and explained to him the legal ownership of rights and responsibilities, as if those stocks were really the key to the problem.

They met several times later, and the litigation process continued for a while, because Mark's lawyer said that it took a little time to prepare, and after those few times, they reconciled, ending a long year that seemed to last until death lawsuit.

That year was too long, and Mark felt that all his emotions were frozen, and he became more and more lazy, and he didn't even want to meet new friends.

Maybe he shouldn't have called him back either, New York had brought him nothing but sadness.

Maybe it wasn't New York, but myself. When Eduardo first returned to New York, he was quite happy.

He was trying to fix the problem, but it seemed like he was making things worse.

Thinking of this, Mark asked Sean who was sitting next to him, "So is it my fault?"

Sean didn't answer him, but just comforted him, saying, "This is not something you could have foreseen."

"···"

"what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor hasn't come out yet."

"What are Riley and Elijah arguing about?"

"Riley wants to take Wardo to the hotel, Elijah is trying to reason with her."

"It sounds like you don't want him to move out either?"

"The last time he overdose was at Regent - he needs someone to watch him now."

"What if Eduardo insists on moving out?"

Mark stopped talking, he really didn't know what to do, should he persuade Eduardo?Maybe letting him go is the best course of action.

Sean looked at Mark in a trance, patted him on the shoulder, and went to Elijah - he could only help him so far.

Riley and Elijah were not going well either. Sean listened for a while, but found that the two of them were just arguing about a lot of things that they didn't know the meaning of. Sean got a headache and decided to intervene. Their conversation was only halfway through the intervening words. Ilya's cell phone rang, and then he said to Riley, stop arguing, the Regent is full, all the rooms are full.

Sean was puzzled for a moment, then he looked at Mark, and Mark shook his phone at him, beckoning to him.

Sean:···

When Sean reminded him at the time, he just wanted him to have a good talk with Eduardo. He didn't foresee this possibility, but it's okay, goodjob.