TSN—ME—What if

Eduardo wants to raise his hand and wipe his face to wake himself up, so that at least he won't be fooled by Mark Zuckerberg's words at this time, but he doesn't do that, he is awake enough now.

"Of course people will change. What are you doing in the past? Looking for you? And being forgotten by you?"

"..."

Eduardo shrugged self-deprecatingly: "Ah, sorry, I'm being emotional again, I'm being emotional. Wasn't there love between us from the beginning? Then we broke up because of Facebook, and it's all because of feelings."

"You confuse love with career." Mark pointed out his mistake.

"The fact is that you don't need me for your business, you don't need anyone for your business, it's something you created, it's yours alone, and no one can violate your authority. Have you ever used 'us'? You It's just 'me' all the time. As for your feelings, sorry, I can't judge that kind of stuff."

Mark shook his head and retorted physically: "I made it, but you don't pay attention to it, your ideas will ruin it, you talk to yourself and plan the future for Facebook, ignore my thoughts and feelings, and take my refutation as a deaf ear, Because you are so stubborn. And now it turns out that I was right."

Eduardo ignores his showing off: "Yeah, you're right. So I'm right to leave."

Mark, who was turned against the general, frowned again.

Eduardo put the back of his head on the crossbar of the bench, and looked up at the top of his head. The ceiling of the church is in the shape of a huge kaleidoscope. As far as he can see, the lines on it can only be seen from a distance. It's awe-inspiring.

He doesn't know what he's looking at, there's nothing there that attracts him, but maybe it's easier for him as long as his eyes don't rest on Mark.

"You think I'm going to treat you like I did Sean?"

A long time, Mark asked.

Eduardo looked dazed and didn't respond.

"I wouldn't do that to you," Mark said, and Eduardo's actions made him realize that he was trying to escape again, "I don't know what the hell I did wrong to make you think that way, but I'm sure Let me tell you, I won't treat you that way."

Eduardo didn't get carried away by this rare guarantee, and pointed out his point rationally: "You didn't do it, just because I didn't threaten Facebook."

"So did you threaten Facebook? No! You dismissed me with a hypothetical proposition! It's not fair!" Mark's chest heaved, angry at the hypothetical proposition.

"And I don't believe you." Eduardo still didn't turn his gaze to Mark, "I used to believe in you."

"You believe in me only because you think you know me better. You always ask others for your own way of life!" Mark increased his volume.

Maybe it's Mark's rekindled anger that pays off, and Eduardo finally looks him in the eye again.

The other party's attention allowed Mark to complete the following complaint: "You accepted the differences between us in a superficial way, but never really faced them. Being kind to others is your upbringing, and magnanimity is your character. Between us The huge difference between the two you choose to ignore, you think that's friendship. No! That's not shit friendliness! I hate your friendliness, it's a constant reminder of my inequality, a constant reminder that no matter how hard I try some obstacles are still there Impossible to cross!"

Eduardo yelled back angrily: "Is it a mistake for me to be fucking friendly to you?!" His eyes were a little red, and it was hard to imagine that Mark could blame himself for being kind to others.

"Did I say you were wrong? No, this is just your one-sided interpretation. What I'm talking about is about the impact of your attitude on me, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Why the fuck has nothing to do with me?!"

"Because the attitude towards people is not directly proportional to the degree of people's acceptance."

"……speak English."

"I'm talking about something you're never aware of. You're always like that, when you're confronted with something you don't understand or don't want to understand, you just wrap yourself in a shell that no one else can talk about. Convince you."

Eduardo seemed to succeed in being irritated by Mark, he straightened his body and he retorted loudly: "You are not the same! You may allow others to refute you, but you feel that you are always right, and you don't even take other people's refute in your heart Seriously! You're one of those 'hey, this idiot is talking to himself again and I'm just gonna fucking watch you play like this'."

Eduardo is so excited that he even imitates Mark's supercilious and lazy attitude, he puts on a look of blank eyes and relaxes his shoulders, it really looks like that.

"...I'm not like that." Mark looked at the imitation image of the other party with disgust.

"You have!" Eduardo glared, "Many times!"

"Since you are so dissatisfied, why don't you tell me in person, at least I will tell you when I am dissatisfied, although you pretend you didn't hear it." Mark crossed his arms and condemned the other party with his eyes.

"..." Eduardo opened his mouth as if he was stuck in a fishbone, "I...I..."

He tried to organize his words, but it seemed that he stuttered for a moment until his cheeks were flushed.

What can he say? !What the fuck can he say? !

Even though he was thinking a thousand times, he couldn't speak.

What could he say to this man in front of him? !

"Look, because you didn't tell me, so I don't know." Mark was a little complacent, his blue eyes brighter than before, "I accepted the rebuttal, at least it was yours. Back then you The concept of Facebook is completely different from mine, and I will accompany you to negotiate."

Eduardo stared at the other's wretched face, his face darkened: "You're going to screw that up."

"But at least I went. I thought you'd at least respect my wishes, but you didn't, and you were so self-indulgent that I couldn't convince you at all. I was so obvious that you didn't even want to listen to me !" Mark expressed his dissatisfaction fiercely as if he had found an outlet. He clenched his hands into fists in front of his chest, and his words were as fierce as guns and swords clashing. "Even if you didn't try to understand me better One point! And all I know is that I can't make sense to you! Because you don't listen to me! You act like a listener and act like a decision maker because you're used to it! Because you he Damn it was a decision maker at Harvard! You may put on a listener attitude, but it often ends up being what you want it to be! And you brought that attitude between us, and you made I can not do anything!"

There was a moment of silence all around, as if everything had disappeared.

Mark's angry voice overwhelmed Eduardo's inner thoughts, his eyes were out of focus as if he was so shocked by the words, and he looked at the other person blankly.

What did Mark say?

He said, you stand still.

He said, you didn't try to get to know me better.

He said, you make me powerless.

"hahahahahahahahaha."

What started out as an uncontrollable shrug took half a minute before Eduardo's laughter echoed through the church.

The laughter was like a sharp sword coming fiercely through the copper wall, and it was like a beam of strong light piercing through the thick fog to ignite the light.

He laughs so hard that he grabs Mark's shoulders for balance as he leans forward and back.

Rarely has Eduardo Saverin laughed so recklessly.

When he is happy, his eyebrows and eyes are usually curved, and the flesh on his cheeks is piled up. While conveying joy, he inadvertently reveals a childishness, which makes him even more contagious.

When he talks and laughs, he will look at the other party with a pair of big eyes, which convey a message of confidence and calmness, which adds persuasiveness to his wit.

What is he laughing at?

What could make him laugh so much?

Eduardo is laughing at himself, at Mark Zuckerberg.

Sean Parker is right.

That Eduardo has been refusing to admit it, the Sean Parker who has been resisting from the bottom of his heart is right.

Eduardo Saverin and Mark Zuckerberg are all the way.

They seem to be two extremes, but when they are peeled apart, they are found to be terrifyingly similar.

Look, they even have the same indignation in their hearts.

You stand still!

You didn't try to get to know me better!

You make me powerless!

Eduardo tightened his grip on Mark's shoulder, perhaps to cushion the dying of the laughter.

He has changed his mind!

Just like Mark Zuckerberg used to maintain his self-esteem in front of him at all times, he is the same, and he will never show weakness in front of the other party in the future.

At this moment Eduardo swears that the fear in his heart will never speak to anyone again.

Because that's what Mark Zuckerberg did, and he did it so perfectly that he didn't know he was also powerless.

"Why did you come to me?" Eduardo showed a happy smile to the other party, and he seemed to be relieved a lot.

Mark stared at the other party, not infected by the other party's emotions, and maintained a sense of tension until now: "I thought I said it."

Eduardo shook his head, as if he had a moment of master-level insight and said calmly, "No. You said, we need to talk. You said you don't need to respect my wish to stay away from you. Then..." Eduardo leaned closer , the voice softened, "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

Mark doesn't avoid Eduardo's gaze, but chooses silence, as peaceful as if nothing can shake him.

"You're a crafty fellow, all the time, aren't you?"

Eduardo leans closer, almost whispering in Mark's ear, his breath hovering over Mark's skin.