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"After you hung up the phone, I told Mark, let him be careful, working 15 hours, too tired, not a state to talk about things, I forced him to sleep for a while, and then after he fell asleep, I turned off His alarm clock."

What Sean said broke his psychological protection and made him face the things he didn't want to face again.

Edward went out of the bathroom and stood at the door for a while to calm himself down, at least not to let everyone find him in a mess as soon as he went out.

The embellished claims reported by various tabloids were true. The rainy night in California really happened. It was the peak of his dispute with Mark and the beginning of their breakup. He couldn't remember the details.

Looking back now, he only remembers the rain that day, the deserted smell at the airport, the dirty water in his shoes, the raindrops hitting his head and blinding his eyes, the irritability, anger, despair, and the tingling feeling of betrayal—these The background sound is the quarrel between him and Mark, the content is inaudible, but the feeling of being trapped is still there.

It is a bit weak to say that the rainy night in California was one of the darkest moments in his life.It was also that night that both he and Mark played their cards and fought each other to the death.

But now, this incident was a series of coincidences and falsehoods, which made his past pain suddenly unfounded, floating in the air in vain.

He was a little dazed, and wanted to talk to someone about what happened back then. Usually at this time, Riley was with him.

In this daze, a thought popped into his mind. If Mark had picked him up at the airport, would their ending be different?

Maybe, at least they won't mock each other with resentment as soon as they meet, even if they were arguing at the time, they are always excited to meet again after a long absence, even Mark will tell him a lot about what he is doing matter.

Maybe, they solved that problem together, the night of heavy rain in California, the strange neon lights refracted by the rain, the empty streets, how cool is this scene.

After that?

Eduardo thought for a while, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what would happen after that.

In short, no matter what, it will always be better than now.

When Eduardo appeared alone in front of the battered rum tower, replacing Sean, Mark was still chatting with Miss Ilica, a reporter from "Focus" magazine.

Mark noticed that Eduardo also realized that something might be wrong when he was drinking revenge, he turned his face, put on a condescending and cold face to the reporter, and said, "Sorry, my lover is over there, he need me."

The reporter was taken aback.

Mark continued to sneer and added: "He doesn't drink often, and he has drunk a lot now. I have to take him away before he loses his manners in public."

After speaking, Mark felt that the necessary greetings had been greeted, so he went straight to Eduardo's side.

The voice of the lady reporter chased Mark and said, "Mr. Zuckerberg, does your wife like sweets?"

"It's his privacy, Miss." Mark answered her without even looking back.

"Then the cake you held for one night on your dinner plate is reserved for your lover?" Miss reporter continued to ask.

Mark had already walked away and didn't answer her again.

no.The lady reporter answered herself in her heart.

When Mark appeared, Eduardo was staring into the distance in a daze.Before Mark could speak, Eduardo turned around and asked Mark quite naturally, "Shall we go home?"

Mark stared at him for a few moments, then asked him, "Eduardo, what are the top thirty constants of nature?"

"2.718281828--"

When Mark heard it, he had a headache, sighed and said, how could he drink to such an extent.Opposite him, Eduardo was still reciting the number e.

After Mark took Edward out of the hall, he saw the real Mr. Parking waiting for them at the door and realized that they had taken Troy Miller as a parking lot. Troy didn't know where to park the car for them, and the two of them They were all drunk and couldn't drive back.

"Should Riley pick us up?" Mark asked Eduardo for his opinion.

The latter stood by the side of the road in a standard manner, straight like a violet flower stem. Hearing Mark's question, he smiled politely and gently, and asked him clearly: "Lai—who?"

"Riley, your assistant, silver hair."

"Oh, Riley, nice girl."

"Then let Riley pick us up?"

"Ly—who?"

"Riley — never mind, Eduardo, are you okay?"

Eduardo ignored what he said, changed the subject and asked him, "Can't we walk back?"

"Why do you suddenly want to go back?"

"It's okay to walk around—there's something I want to tell you."

The two of them walked side by side on the streets of Manhattan, surrounded by noise, people in costumes coming and going, occasionally a sister group, supporting each other, laughing loudly while walking.

Mark took out his mobile phone to navigate the map, and Eduardo followed him behind him.They walked for a while without speaking.

After walking for a long time, Eduardo said vaguely: "I have something to tell you—but I can't find it—"

"Forgot? Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

"No," Eduardo took a step faster, walking in front of Mark, and said, "No, then I won't tell you."

Mark didn't expect him to answer like this.

Eduardo continued to describe to him, compared the shape of a box in the air, and said: "There are many, many things in this box, which I have filed, and there is something in it, which I know tonight, and it is also inside, I Want to talk to you."

"What's that?"

Eduardo answered him angrily: "I put it in the box, but I can't find it. There are too many documents in the box. I drank too much wine. I can't find it."

"Do you still know who I am?"

"You're Mark." Eduardo answered him, and then he giggled himself.

Mark felt a little headache.

He rarely saw Eduardo drinking too much, because Eduardo didn't like the taste of alcohol when he was in college, and they spent too little time together, so he didn't drink much, let alone too much. Yes, it probably happened twice, and I just like to count, and those two times were not as unconscious as this time.Mark was going to take him for a while just now, thinking that he might wake up a little bit, but unexpectedly, after walking for a while, he seemed to be more serious.

Mark thought for a while and asked him, "What documents are in the box?"

"can not tell you."

"Give me the box, and I'll find it for you. Didn't you say there's something you want to tell me?"

Eduardo thought for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, handed the false box to Mark, and said, "It's heavy, you have to hold it steady."

Mark also made a movement casually, pretending that he was holding the box.

Eduardo glanced at him, came over to correct him, and said, "You can't hold it like this, or the documents will fall out."

Maintaining the posture he corrected himself, Mark asked him, "How many things are there in here—how many files?"

"314, counting the newly filed ones tonight, 315."

"What's all that about?"

Mark regretted it as soon as he said it, he shouldn't pry into other people's privacy, even if the other party told him, he couldn't use Eduardo to ask him when he was drunk.

Eduardo squinted his eyes and thought about it, and said, "There are too many, and many of them have become dead ends."

"Has it been a long time?"

"It's been a long time, the oldest one has been almost 12 years."

"The nearest one."

"tonight."

"That doesn't count, you plan to tell me tonight."

"The latest one should be—" Eduardo said the exact time, and Mark calculated in his mind, it was about two weeks ago, the night when the public relations case was reversed, and Sean was there that day.

"Is there a time?" Mark said a time, which happened after Eduardo moved to Singapore.

"Yes, but not many, and only one file will be filed in two or three months."

For □□ years, there is one thing that cannot be told to him every two or three months?

Mark suddenly had an urge to ask Eduardo everything, but his reason told him coldly, you can't do this, it's no different from hacking his notebook.He sits beside his emotions with nothing to do with himself, and when his rationality finishes speaking, he silently walks behind his rationality, knocks out his rationality with a knife in his hand, and then sits back to his original place with nothing to do with himself.

"Wardo, when I invited you to New York, you didn't ask me why?"

"what why?"

"Is FB really leaking user privacy?"

"Isn't it stolen? I thought your information was illegally stolen or abused by user authorization."

"Why don't you ask me why I didn't respond to the public and even congressional requests to release internal information and accept consultations."

"Because they took advantage of the fire to rob."

"Because of Leia."

"?"

"I told you before," Mark looked at Eduardo, "Schrödinger's data, I can't explain it to everyone."

"Oh." Eduardo nodded calmly.

"you understood?"

"Not at all, I drank too much, and the numbers are spinning in my head."

"Then why didn't you even ask?"

"Probably—" Eduardo thought hard for a while before he said with some doubts: "Because, I believe you, even though so many things happened to us?"

Mark didn't expect such an answer from him, and they walked side by side in silence for a while.After a long time, Mark spoke again and asked him: "Did you agree to come back this time because I am pitiful?"

"No."

"why?"

"I want a result?"

"?"

Eduardo stopped, stood in front of Mark, and said, "Do you think I pity you?"

"—I don't think so."

"So you called me back this time because you don't care? Because it's a mess, so you didn't call anyone else back?"

"I did not mean that."

"Listen to me - you're wrong Mark, I'll think of you, promise to come back and help, it doesn't matter how successful you are or how failed you are, I won't brainwash myself into accepting you and adoring you because of how successful you are, neither Will fall to the dust because you failed and come back just out of compassion and empathy."

"—"

"I'm back because, we have unfinished business, entanglements? Grudges?—I don't know, but I know there is something we are unfinished."

"—"

"I want a result," Eduardo said. He was a little agitated, and he couldn't control the long sentences, with slurred legatos in his words, "At that time, after our lawsuit was over, you You said you wanted to talk to me, but I refused, and I deleted all the phone calls, text messages, and emails you called me later, and I was afraid to see you criticize me, and I was also afraid to see you trying to save me."

"—"

"I've been in Singapore for a long time, and sometimes I wonder, if we had talked, would things have been different? I don't know, but whatever it is, it would have ended."

"—"

"I don't know how to deal with this matter. Is it over or not? If it is over, how should it end? Be polite or never get along with each other? So I can only walk away."

"—"

"But it's useless to go far. This matter still follows me, like a dragging tail, like a ghost that can't be shaken off."

"—"

"This incident has tortured me for too long, I want an end, I want a result."

"wardo—"

"Don't talk first, listen to me-you just said, asked me if I came back because you were pitiful, I'm going to be blown up by you Mark, that's how you look at me? In your eyes, I have a little temper nothing?"

"—I don't think so."

"Should I be honored that at least you didn't ask me 'did you get my money back'?"

"I didn't mean to ask you that—"

"I'm very short-tempered."

"--I know."

"How do you know? Before you said that, I didn't know I had such a big temper. "

"—You and Sean, where the two of you sat, one morning, you researched the short board of MS ownership."

"so?"

Mark paused for a while and said: "I know you could do it back then. You know all the FB money, all accounts, tax avoidance methods, and even all passwords. I think, if you want to do something, No one can stand up to it, as the saying goes, 'never piss off the driver in the car, and never piss off your cfo'."

"But you didn't know that back then."

Mark looked at Eduardo, whose eyes were still clear even when he was drunk.Mark had heard it said that people who looked sober after being drunk had nothing to escape from.

"Wardo, I know," Mark said softly, "I've been told - before you froze accounts - that you filed our fixed assets and accounts list."

"——" Eduardo was stunned, this incident really surprised him, and then he thought of another thing, and he muttered to himself: "——that's why you reorganized the ownership organization."

He thought about it for a while, then suddenly grabbed Mark, and explained: "I filed it because I found a venture capitalist, and when I was in New York—" Then he thought of something, showing a very disgusted expression, and said: " Later, when it was blown, I deleted the archived files and put all the relevant materials away.”

Mark nodded and said, "That's right. When we were in California, some software engineers would want to retrieve the past software version, so all the computers in our villa are connected to the host computer to automatically back up and delete files."

The two of them walked forward in silence for a while, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, it was Mark who spoke first and said: "You said before that you were disappointed, and you always asked me why I never listened to what I was told, why I always missed classes, why I didn't eat, I remember Yes, I can remember it too, but I don’t know why, I always want to maintain the previous life.”

"—"

"Later, I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't think about why. I didn't figure it out until you came back. Independent living is a necessary skill for me. I not only need to be proficient, but also like it. I want to maintain the previous Life, because I don’t want to adapt to a regular life, if I adapt, and then we separate, how should I face the future life? I have to always confirm whether I have the ability to live alone.”

Eduardo blinked and looked at Mark, he didn't expect such a development.

When Mark saw his appearance, he couldn't help chuckling. He turned his head to cover up, and waved to signal the driver who had been following them just now.

Then he looked at Eduardo, and asked him as if to confirm something: "Wardo, what are the top thirty digits of the constants of nature?"

"2.718281828--"

Eduardo continued to blink, looking at him in bewilderment.

After he finished reciting, Mark asked him: "Why are you looking at me like this? Are you acting like a baby with me?"

Eduardo shook his head blankly, and said uncertainly, "It shouldn't be?"

Mark suddenly stepped forward, kissed Eduardo on the cheek, and said, "You should act like a baby, I like it."

The driver came up, and the car stopped next to the two of them. The temperature dropped a bit, and the two of them got into the car and started heading towards the villa.

Eduardo sat there, frowning, not knowing what to think, and muttering: "I always feel that something is wrong."

Mark smiled and said to him: "It's very late, you are too tired, go to bed first."

His words were hypnotic, and Eduardo began to feel the exhaustion creeping up from the floor, overwhelming him in an instant.

He yawned, leaned against Mark, and fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, Mark took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Elijah, expressing his willingness to see a psychiatrist.