[TSN social network] He's missing

12

"It's not your fault," Chris tells Mark.This sentence has been heard by Mark No. 40 times, maybe it is?Who knows, Mark doesn't want to hear that at all right now.

Chris looked haggard.He rushed to California as soon as he got the news. Both Dustin and Mark were in extremely bad condition, especially Mark. Mark isn't on Facebook at all, he can't even sleep.And to make matters worse, Mark realizes at this moment that his relationship with Eduardo has crossed the line. Chris couldn't imagine how he was feeling right now.

Chris thought back to the short video he had just seen, and it was only a few minutes of video that made him feel cold from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. dare not.

He's on good terms with Eduardo, but not nearly as good as Dustin.Not to mention Mark.If he is like this, what about Mark?

He looked at Mark, his face was pale and blue, his eyes were black, his lips were purple, and there were rows of Red Bull cans on the table. Chris knows that since the discovery of Eduardo's disappearance, Mark has never closed his eyes again, just sitting in front of the computer, watching the video over and over again. Chris doesn't know how many times he watched that video, but it can't be less than fifty times anyway.He wanted to persuade Mark to stop torturing himself like this, but he couldn't persuade him.

Mark doesn't respond to Chris' reassurance.He just replayed the short video again in silence.

Chris looked away, he didn't dare to look.Can't bear to watch.

Mark watched for a while, but suddenly paused the video. He said, his voice hoarse, "I was angry with Wardo once. In the freshman semester, he sprained due to improper movement during sports. The injury was serious. The sprained The pain scale is four to seven, and he has time to worry about his coat getting worn out. Now he's rolling in muddy rain in his favorite coat."

"Chris, tell me, what level of pain is he feeling now?"

A few levels?

Chris looked at Eduardo's twisted limbs, at his clasped fingers on the ground, silent.

that pain.The kind of desperate pain that can be felt across the video.

How can "how many levels" describe it?

Mark doesn't ask Chris to actually answer him, he just finishes and continues playing the video.Together they watch Eduardo struggle, scratch, then go limp, weak.Watching Eduardo sprawled on his back, the rain pouring down on him.And Eduardo's face is facing that direction.

Mark pauses again, zooming in on the image of Eduardo's face, zooming in again.

The picture becomes unclear. Mark brings up a dialog box, typing.

"Give me the application code for restoring the clarity of the video screen, and I will give you free programming for one month."

The other party responded quickly.

"no problem."

Mark runs the resulting small app to deal with the blurry footage.

Then he got the result.

At the moment when he saw the clear video, in just a few seconds, Chris felt suffocated, as if someone strangled his neck.His eyes widened and he looked at Mark suddenly, tears welling from his eyes.

In the video, Eduardo looked in this direction, his eyes were already slack, but there was a strange look of anticipation and joy on his face.

His lips fanned.

That mouth is calling a name.

Mark.

The scariest thing is not being late.

Instead miss.

They are all late.

It was too late.

Staring at the computer screen, Mark stood up, the chair pushed back.He propped his hands on the table, lowered his head, and panted loudly to prevent himself from falling.His eye sockets gradually turned red.Finally, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his face, an invisible weight forced him to bend down unbearably, and something blocked his throat.Someone grabbed his heart.

Chris licked his parched lips, tears streaming down his eyes.He couldn't bear such a tragedy, which shouldn't happen in reality, and shouldn't happen to his friends.They are all such good people, why should they suffer? Chris looked at the trembling Mark, took a step forward, and hugged Mark tightly, trying to give him some warmth, so that he wouldn't be so cold.But he could only feel the despair of his forever fearless friend in his arms.

A hoarse weeping roar finally sounded in the room.That sound followed, and every time I heard it, people couldn't bear its weight.

Sean heard it from outside the room, he leaned against the wall, covered his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

13

This is definitely not a good situation.

Sean expressed concern.Of course it wasn't what he wanted. Facebook is cool, it has a bright future, it has the potential to create a miracle, and Mark has the potential to become the second Bill Gates.But that doesn't mean they don't have crises.

Facebook is not the only social platform on the market. Now every minute and every second is extremely precious. No one knows whether they will be defeated by competitors in the next second.

At this time, Mark, who is the soul of Facebook, must not fall down.

But looking at his current state, it doesn't look like he can devote himself to work.And Sean himself has no confidence to force Mark to work.

But it would be a pity to miss out on... It would be a pity to miss out on Facebook.

He didn't want to give up.

14

Sean finds Mark.

"You can't go on like this." He persuaded earnestly, "Facebook is very dangerous now."

Mark raised his head and said quietly, "You only care about whether Facebook can bring you success?"

Sean sensed his turbulent emotions and aggressiveness, and he swallowed nervously—speaking of which, he was really a little afraid of Mark.Especially Mark now.

He is like a nuclear bomb ready to explode at any time.

"Of course not," Sean tried to reassure, he lowered his body to a level with the sitting Mark, trying to convey his seriousness. "But if Eduardo came back and saw that Facebook failed because of him, what would he think?"

Sean can feel Mark holding his breath.

He keeps going.

"And if Eduardo is..., and you fail, does that make him guilty even to death?"

"He's not dead!" Mark immediately emphasized, "He's just missing." He looked at Sean, and Sean couldn't help but wince with his gaze. Sean struggled to finish.

"You can't let Eduardo take on this, can you? And you can't let the dream you two share fail, can you?"

Mark is silent.

Sean waited almost in horror for his answer.

Mark thinks about Caribbean nights, the dorm room when theFacebook was launched, and the fight.He thought a lot.Those unfinished dreams, those expectations that stopped abruptly, the smile in the small room, the sincerity that was withdrawn from the exit.

"Wardo rides the subway 14 hours a day in New York to attract investment for me." He said suddenly, but it seemed to be talking to himself.

Sean saw the dawn of success in it. "Yeah... 14 hours a day on the subway, he must be working hard. He has paid so much for Facebook."

Mark was lost in thought.The whole room was silent, like a horrible morgue.After a long time, he finally raised his head.

"You're right. I can't let his efforts go to waste."

Sean finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mark's eyes sparkle again.

15

"You're forcing him!" Chris angrily dragged Sean into the hallway, yelling in a low voice.

Sean didn't flinch. "Whether Mark is working or not, he can't help the case. He can only torture himself over and over again. I'm helping him get out of that state."

"You just want to see Facebook succeed, you don't care about Wardo."

"Of course I don't care about Saverin, he's not my friend. But Mark is my friend, you want to see him immersed in that state all the time? He is such a genius, he has lost a friend, or a lover ,” Sean pointed out sharply, looking at Chris with a serious expression, not at all as he used to. "I can't let him lose Facebook too."

"I'm helping him minimize the loss."