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The outdoor movie experience is extremely poor.

Both Mark and Eduardo couldn't help thinking this in their hearts.

It's super cold in New York in November, but there are still bugs.The movie is also a bit embarrassing. It is called "Super Size Beauty". It is about a girl who thinks she is beautiful when she is thinner, and finally understands that there are many kinds of aesthetics. It is an inspirational movie about being confident and loving yourself.

It is really difficult for them two winners in life in the conventional sense to resonate, and they are still gay, so it is difficult to substitute for the plot in the film.

After the movie ended, they drove back. In the car, Eduardo suddenly remembered the gay question and asked Mark: "Mark, I remember you were straight before, and you have many girlfriends."

"Ok?"

"So when did you bend?"

This question is really difficult to answer. Mark turned the steering wheel and said lightly: "I may be Bi, but I'm not sure."

Eduardo complained: "What's so uncertain about it? My own sexuality."

Mark said nothing.

Eduardo complained, and suddenly remembered that Mark really didn't know that he was all girlfriends, and he only met himself.

Well.

Frustrated on this topic, Eduardo quickly changed the subject to divert his attention, and asked Mark: "Do you want to go to the bar? Magellan is nearby."

"Can tomorrow be okay? I have to go back early today, beast is at the nanny's."

Eduardo didn't intend to go to the bar. He just wanted to find a topic. When it came to beast, he remembered what Randy told him about the beast, so he asked Mark about it.

"Mark, Randy told me about the beast."

"Ok?"

"So you like dogs that much?"

"It's not that I like it, but I think there should be one."

"And Randy said you made up a dog and called it from the living room to the bedroom every night to go to sleep?"

Mark glanced at Eduardo, and the latter really smirked with puffed cheeks.

"what do you want to say?"

"Isn't your attitude towards life too strict? Don't tell me you still buy canned dog food?"

"—"

"My God, did you really buy canned dog food?"

Mark simply didn't want to talk to him, for the thousandth time after confessing his love, he didn't want to talk to his love object.

"I want to get a dog, but my parents always don't agree-" Mark started, and then stopped.

Eduardo keenly sensed that there was something behind, and continued to ask him, "And then?"

"that's it."

"Stop teasing and continue."

"—"

"Comeon, Mark."

"These things should not be said out loud, and young children will confide everywhere. Adults should learn to digest by themselves."

"—"

"Speak up Mark, I want to hear it, you can treat it like a cheat day."

"—I wanted to get a dog because when we were little, dogs were always advertised on TV as a sign of a perfect family, so I wanted it. I was a headache for my parents when I was little, and sometimes, I thought they And Randy is family, so I want a dog, and I think having a dog might change a little bit."

"and then."

"But they didn't agree, and I forgot why, so I made up a dog and pretended it was—in the house, I always felt like I was alone."

"Why is it called beast?"

"The protagonists of all comics, those superheroes, their pets are very cool, such as lions, poisonous snakes, etc., so they are called beasts, because beasts are very cool."

His voice was very calm, which made it all the more sad.

Eduardo thought for a long time, but he didn't know what to say. It might be like the story of him and his cat, there was nothing to comfort him.

He pondered for a while before saying, "You have beast now."

"Ah."

Eduardo walked away for a while, and Mark spoke up and said, "There is something I want to ask you."

"what?"

"When you were in college, you said that you would never keep pets. Your tone was very strong, and you said you were allergic to cats and dogs, but in fact you were not allergic. You got along well with beast."

"When exactly?"

"One time when we were watching the Super Bowl, Chris asked, and your tone scared Dustin."

"——" Eduardo actually forgot such details, but he knew why, he licked his lips, and decided to tell the story about the cat, "Maybe it has something to do with my childhood."

"You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

"It's okay, I have a younger brother, you know that."

"Ah."

"When I was young, my father was biased and was very strict with me. At that time, I really wanted to have a cat, a Russian blue cat, but my father disagreed and scolded me."

"why?"

"Because St. Paul's is very hot, all year round. Blue cats are not easy to raise because they are afraid of the heat. Only those with very rich families will raise them. My father thinks I am too vain and firmly does not allow me to raise them."

"You want to keep a cat?"

"Maybe they are really cute? Or maybe they are envious when they see others? - I can't remember."

"and then."

"Later, my aunt's blue cat gave birth to a kitten. My aunt heard that I liked it very much, so she gave me one."

"You accidentally raised it to death?"

"No," Eduardo smiled when he heard the words, fake and cold, as if mocking something, he said, "I didn't touch it, my father gave the cat to my younger brother, because he couldn't indulge my vanity."

"Then you never have cats again?"

"Then I went to ask my father to let me raise it, and my brother advised me in private, saying that I can't buy good cat food or toys for cats, and I'm going to school in Miami soon, so let me think clearly .But you said, I will never raise a cat again, yes, that’s right.”

Mark Chen paused and said, "But you can raise a lot of cats now, and they can all get a good life."

But those in the past can't come back.

Eduardo shook his head, put the thought behind him, smiled super sweetly, and joked: "So, respect FB?"

Macbeth glanced at him, and said coldly: "Respect FB."

Eduardo really loves his little integrity.

"Speaking of which, when I was at your house, I seemed to know a lot about you."

"It's not fair, I don't know anything about you."

"—"

"Goon, eduardo, I want to hear it."

"Actually, there is nothing to say. I have spent more time in Singapore than at home."

"—"

"Hey, really, even if I go home now, I can't see anything anymore. My father rebuilt the house, and the room I had when I was a child was rebuilt, and there is nothing in it."

"—"

"Actually, you can go to Singapore with me. I have restored some things, which are more complete than at home. And Singapore is very small, we can go shopping in one weekend."

"That's fine."

Speaking of Singapore, Eduardo was a little excited. He described a lot of miscellaneous tongue-twisting nouns and various names to Mark.

Under his description, Singapore looks so beautiful and so open.

"I can also take you to see the Merlion, there is a harbor next to it, and it is the place where Riley and I first met."

Merlion, it sounds, is very desirable.

They picked up beast and went home. For the past two days, Eduardo collapsed from exhaustion and kept yawning while he was still in the car. When they got home, he and Mark went upstairs to sleep without saying a word.

He was not used to going to bed so early, and woke up after sleeping for a while, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Turned on the phone and played Uno for a while, a game of mental arithmetic. The more I played, the more energetic I became. I simply got up, got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to get some water to drink.

When he opened the door, he saw the brightly lit computer screen next to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony on the second floor.

It was Mark, sitting in a rocking chair, facing his bedroom.

Eduardo thought that when he was at Mark's parents' house, Mark couldn't sleep well during his nap, and he had to open his eyes to see him every once in a while.

Seeing Edward coming out, Mark also stopped what he was doing.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"—"

"Is it because of me?" Eduardo couldn't help asking him.

Mark didn't answer, just looked up at him, the gray-blue eyes like the Norwegian sea had already given the answer.

"Oh, Mark—"

There was a little turmoil in Mark's expression, but he quickly calmed down and said, "I'm quarreling with you?"

"No, I can't sleep."

"I'll stay for a while and go back."

Edward said a little more, "The corridor is too cold, come to my room."

There is only a small desk in Eduardo's room. He usually uses the study downstairs. After Mark came in, he looked around and wanted to choose a place to sit down.

He thought of sitting by the window, but Eduardo insisted that the reflection of the sunlight from sitting there gave him a headache.

Mark sat down on the edge of the bed, the notebook in his lap.

Eduardo lay down on the other side of the bed, his chin resting on his hand, the dim light of the notebook shone on his face, one side was bright and the other was shadowy.

"You don't have a headache now that you're not afraid of the lights?" Mark yelled at him.

Eduardo raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Eduardo looked at it for a while, then suddenly swept to the small desk, remembering that when he first moved in, he found the little silver chain inside.

He thought that this room belonged to Winona.

"Mark, did you prepare this room for Miss Theron?"

As soon as he asked, Mark's hand stopped, and he said, "No."

"But it's very much like her style."

"I didn't know her when I bought the house."

"—"

"If you have to say, this room seems to be prepared for Wanda."

"Wanda after adulthood?"

"Ah."

"I thought you would stop playing fantasy after you owned the whole world."

"—"

"So, what does she look like?"

"It's hard to describe in a few words."

"for example?"

"For example, she is still very cool, but she already understands that everyone's starting point is different, and she should not bind others to take risks; for example, she has brown curly hair; for example, she is still obsessed with the starry sky and the universe, and other broad and magnificent things; she Loves sweets, loves mocha; favorite flavor is sea salt rose—”

"Mark, is it my illusion? The adult Wanda looks like me."

"She wasn't like this at first, she just became like this little by little."

Mark remembered that when he was young, he read a book about genetic facial makeup, saying that the moment when the fertilized egg was formed, the image of the future lover was determined.He used to think that was the case with him and Wanda.

But, maybe, to love someone is not to follow suit.It's that you know a person, you are familiar with him, and you keep getting to know him, and you also get to know yourself and get along with each other.Then you realize that 'the person I love can be like this', which is very beautiful.

Thinking of this, Mark looked at Eduardo who was still in good spirits beside him, and knew in his heart that he was too nervous to rest for the past two days.I got out of bed, went to the small desk, took out a scented candle, and lit it.Can help sleep.

The scent of the candle came out quickly, and the first smell was a bit salty. After smelling it for a while, Eduardo asked Mark, "Don't you think this smell is a bit familiar?"

"Sea Salt Rose."

After the candle burned for a while, the smell became stronger, very nice, with many layers.

"It still smells good."

Mark nodded and said, "I picked it up at an aromatherapy shop, and I think it smells good."

Eduardo had never tried scented candles, but the effect was very good, and he felt that his drowsiness soon came up.

He yawned and said to Mark: "You should sleep with me today, so you can sleep better."

After Mark clicked, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. When he was half asleep, he suddenly thought that the smell of the scented candle was very similar to the smell of his own perfume.

Before Eduardo remembered, Mark answered the phone and went home. He couldn't calm down and wanted to find him in Baiyuan City.At that time, Riley tried to stop him, saying that she wanted to 'stop him from doing stupid things', and that 'it won't be long before he's going back to how he was, and he'll just be sad'.

Eduardo remembered correcting her, saying that it was possible to be sad, not necessarily sad.

It will be sad, but worth it.

Because, he still wants to try again, he still wants to believe again.He still wants love.

He also wants to be truly loved by someone, without any pretense, without any hesitation, wholeheartedly, trustworthy, and loving.

It is very risky to believe in people, and it will be painful to be hurt. He knew this since he was a child, but it is still worth it, because when you find it, it will be really happy, and it will make you forgive all the bad things you have encountered in a moment. Good thing.

After figuring this out, Eduardo became furious for a moment. He thought of the past, he thought of being ignored and scolded by his father, he thought of his envy and jealousy for his younger brother, he thought of the confusion caused by his future, and he thought of all the things he was condemned by. The wrong kindness and love, all the unrequited contributions, all the questioning of fate and the deep-seated wishes, they have surrounded him for too long, turned into shadows, turned into burdens, and they fell on his shoulders. He can't hold his chest up, they're tangled up around his legs, preventing him from striding forward.

But now, he wants to move forward, because only by moving forward can he lead to a new life. He wants to drag them down, step on the ground, smash them all, burn those past events, and blow the ashes into the sea.

Say goodbye to the past, darling, say goodbye to the past.

Say goodbye to powerlessness, say goodbye to all bruises and scars, say goodbye to all heartache, say goodbye to all unshed tears and lost moments.

Then you will have incomparable peace.

Eduardo fell asleep, a deep sleep, and Mark heard his steady breathing.He put down his work and closed the notebook, fearing that the light would make him sleep unsteadily.

The waves of the swimming pool came in through the undrawn curtains, and the night was quiet.

Mark remembered that once before, he and Elijah were talking, and occasionally mentioned a thing or two about him and Riley.

Elijah says he doesn't want to admit it, but he often feels frustrated.

Mark remembers being stunned and asking him, is love painful?

Ilya said that love is always painful, and the sweetness of love is not as small as a drop in the bucket of pain.

That being the case, why do people always pursue love?

That's probably because, love and pain, winning is always the former.

Pursuing hope, pursuing love, this is the essence of human beings, and it is a gene that has not been diminished by years of evolution.Mark thinks back to his childhood obsession with AI and fantasy and aliens.He always looked forward to reading the works left by the masters, but buried a question in his heart - "Why are so many people, people of different fields, different races, and people of different ages so obsessed with these things?"

Now Mark can answer little Mark's question.

Probably because we are too lonely. As a group, human beings are the only high-IQ group known so far. As a group, we have no friends in the universe.

From this point of view, the lonely and unaware little Mark is still the same person as Mr. Ma who always motivates himself with the words of 'cool to no friends'.

Mark thought of FB, Wardo, and his AI business again. All of a sudden, all the bad things disappeared, and he only felt a peace in his heart, just like the feeling when he and Randy snuggled up on the sofa at home to take a nap in the morning when he was young.He could feel that a large shadow-like thing gradually left his body and heart, replaced by a heavy sense of fullness.He is full of confidence in his career and life again.

This feeling is probably 'love'.

Mark touched his chest, leaned over and kissed the cheek of Eduardo who was sleeping next to him.

This may be why humans have sought love for generations.

Elijah is right, love and pain, winning is the former.

Mark lay down on his back beside him, turned on a button next to the bedside table, and a picture was projected from the entire projection on the opposite wall.

A young man stood in the center of the hurricane, the white shirt on his body was blown up by the wind, like flying wings.

He bought it at an art exhibition xx years ago, and he liked it very much the first time he saw it.

He bought it and turned it into a mechanism for projection, waiting for the girl of his dreams to come to this room.

He didn't realize at that time that this young man's posture was very similar to Edward's.

This is the first time he opened this mechanism after it was built.

He looks forward to seeing it when he wakes up tomorrow morning.