On February 15, the fog drifting from San Francisco Bay covered the Golden Gate Bridge, the ocean was hidden, the clouds were undulating, and the fjord was golden when the morning sun was born.

In the early morning, gray clouds rise on the sea, and when the morning dawn is white, the sea has already submerged the Dumbarton Bridge, which is only a 10-minute drive from the Facebook headquarters.

At the edge of the fog, on the road along the coast, Ahn Jun-hyuk's figure ran by, and Zuckerberg chased slowly behind on his bicycle.

Since last month, Palo Alto, which has had a few more rains intermittently, has ushered in a rare sunny day, and the temperature has begun to rise slowly, but the weather is still very cold, and Zuckerberg shivered when he looked at Ahn Jun-hyuk, who was wearing only a T-shirt and shorts in front of him, as if he was running tirelessly.

The coast here is barren, with no trees, no fertile land, only weeds and clumps dotted with the color of the sandy soil on the deserted tidal flats, and farther on, high-voltage line towers that stretch all the way to the distance to transport electricity across the sea.

Occasionally, when I look up, the traces of those high-voltage lines are faintly like children's graffiti with a pen, scratching across the gray and blue background of the sky, shaking and shuttling through the clouds, as if straight into the clouds.

He rarely sees such a view, Facebook's building is in the city, and the place where he lives is also nearby, 2 years ago. He had never taken a good look at Palo Alto, and his daily life was two o'clock and one line, and even if he occasionally took a break, he would not come to such a desolate place.

However, Ann said that there is no desolate scenery in this world, what is missing is a heart to discover beauty.

So today at the door of the company, I met Ahn Junhyuk who was running and exercising, so he rode a car and followed, and then found that this place is really good.

2 days ago, he was a little dissatisfied with Ahn Joon-hyuk. Or rather. This dissatisfaction has been accumulating for a long time, and for the past two years or so, he has become accustomed to sitting in the position of decision-maker thinking about problems and giving orders, although he voluntarily transferred the position of CEO. But it does not mean that the role has been psychologically accepted.

these months. Whenever he has a decision. When you are ready to act immediately as before, you will find that Ahn Joon-hyuk is an obstacle that cannot be overcome. Ahn Joon-hyuk sometimes agrees with his ideas, but more often than not, he dismisses them. He naturally knew it. His own idea must be right, and the current CEO is Ahn Junhyuk.

But I always feel unwilling, and occasionally sitting alone at home, I will not be angry and think, why do you think I am wrong?

…… Etcetera!

Even if he knew that his mentality was not good, he hated the feeling of being restrained, and the time he left two days ago without even saying a word was a small vent for this kind of "hate".

Of course, he is not a child anymore and will not substitute emotions into work, so after that day, he and Ahn Joon-hyuk should laugh or laugh, but he knows that the time when the two were intimate is gone.

…… He must have understood this, right......

Looking at the running figure in front of him, Zuckerberg's mood fluctuated for a moment, and his eyes were a little dim, but they disappeared in an instant. Shaking his head, he shook off these thoughts, raised his wrist to look at the time, and then kicked a few times to catch up.

"Hi Ann, it's almost time, we're going back. ”

On this secluded, low-hanging mist swimming through the grassy road, Ahn Joon-hyuk gradually slowed down his running, and Zuckerberg, who was pedaling his bicycle, chased closer, and saw sweat running down his short hair from his sideburns, his clothes were soaked, clinging to his body, and the edges and corners of his muscles were highlighted.

There was a towel on the back of the bike, and Zuckerberg handed it over.

"Xie Lu Xie!" gasping violently, taking the towel, Ahn Jun-hyuk stopped on the spot, and rested for a while before straightening up.

The mist-obscured sun floated over the other side of the sea, and only in an occasional surging moment would a beam of light shine through the gap like a sharp sword, dragging the shadows of the two men across the road, reflecting on the craggy mudflats for a long time, and disappearing in a flash.

The wind howled, shaking Zuckerberg's shirt with a hunting sound.

"Mark ......" Facing the sea, Ahn Jun-hyuk, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. He casually put the towel on his shoulder, turned his head, and looked at Zuckerberg, who was a little stunned: "After the interview with Time and Vanity Fair, I will go back to Japan." ”

When Ahn Joon-hyuk was here, he was dissatisfied with his dictatorship, but then he suddenly heard that he was leaving, and for a moment, Zuckerberg realized that what came to his mind was not easy, but a certain feeling of emptiness.

It is like a person walking in a rain-cold wilderness, as far as the eye can see, there are only barren weeds and dirt, there is no shelter from the rain, and there is no place to block the wind, only himself, shouting out of the silence, and not even hearing the echo.

Zuckerberg was a little flustered for a moment, "Uh...... What's the matter? Is there anything urgent in Japan? Ann, Jmap is just starting to develop, you ...... You're presiding over the work here, right? And you're ...... Apple."

"I have to go back. Ahn Joon-hyuk interrupted him with a wave of his hand, but he didn't say that he had to go back because of anything, he turned his head and looked at the foggy sea.

The thick fog obscured everything, but it was also gilded, and the splendor of the morning sun bloomed on the periphery of those mist, it was like a solidified flame-like scene, Ahn Junhyuk squatted down, his fingers unconsciously pulled down a grass stem, rubbing it, looking there, and being silent for a long time.

At some point, he asked, "Mark, do you remember the first time we met?"

Zuckerberg nodded, and then he saved, Ahn Joon-hyuk, who was facing away from him, couldn't see it, so he replied, "Yes." ”

How could he have forgotten?

That summer, when he just walked out of school, he was nervous when he greeted Ahn Junhyuk, and he was ecstatic when he was sure that he would get Ahn Junhyuk's investment, and he also remembered that night, he and Ahn Junhyuk stood on a humble balcony, each with a beer, looking into the distance, under the night breeze and the stars in the clear California sky, telling about ideals and ambitions.

It seemed that he was reminiscing, An Junhe smiled: "Thinking about that time, it seems like it was still yesterday, but we all know that it has been a few years, and everyone has changed a lot, hehe, at that time, how could we have thought that there would be such a situation today?"

"yes......" Zuckerberg sighed as he recalled it.

"Do you remember what I said that day?"

What was said?

Zuckerberg was confused, but soon a picture appeared in front of him, and his memory was a little blurry, but the young man in the picture vaguely seemed to overlap the silhouette of the person in front of him, patted his shoulder, and said to him: "I believe that you will achieve your ideals!"

He blushed a little embarrassedly for his compliment, but he was actually grateful in his heart. He was just a dropout with nothing but an idea with an unknown future, and no one had ever said "believe" to him before him!

Such a heavy trust.

Another gust of wind blew from the other side of the sea, and the grass beside the road fell low, and a few dewdrops fell, blowing up the world full of crystals. On the surface of the sea, the dense fog parted for a moment, and a beam of sunlight crossed the sea water that surged out the sound of the tide, shining here, Ahn Junhyuk stood up in the light, just like a few years ago, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Mark, I've always believed in you, so little by little we have achieved our ideals, and I hope that no matter how much time passes, Ahn Jun-hyuk and Mark Zuckerberg's trust will always be like that hot summer night in California!"

A faint haze passed through his flying hair, and the light was hazy, leaving a silhouette in Zuckerberg's eyes that remained unchanged from that time, turning around, fading away.

Only faint words rang in the memories and ears, just like a few years ago, when time had not been baptized......

……

……

The two magazines hesitated for a day about Ahn Junhyuk's request for interviews with Time and Vanity Fair at the same time, and then communicated with Ahn Junhyuk, and after learning that he would soon leave the United States and return to Japan, they immediately agreed.

After all, the identity of the person to be interviewed this time is different, not a singer, actor or sports star, but a high-tech industry upstart that is gradually growing in scale and has considerable prospects.

Of course, more importantly, "Time" and "Vanity Fair" focus on different directions, and if you conduct joint interviews with each other, you can easily extract the material of each other's questions and enrich the content of the interview.

On the afternoon of the 15th, the interview began in the conference room of the Facebook headquarters, because it was only a text record, there was no need to take a cover photo, and the reporters on both sides prepared very simple, shorthandbooks, voice recorders, and a press officer accompanied by Facebook, a simple interview scene was formed.

When Ahn Joon-hyuk walked into the conference room, two reporters were already waiting, a white woman in her 30s with glasses, and a middle-aged man in his early 40s who looked decent.

Seeing Ahn Jun-hyuk coming in, the female reporter got up and stretched out her hand: "Hello, Mr. Ahn, I'm Laura Cliff from Vanity Fair." ”

"Hello, Laura. Ahn Junhyuk nodded, and on the other side, the middle-aged man also came over with a kind smile: "Mr. Ahn Junhyuk, I'm Pete Strier of Time!"

"You're welcome, please sit down, the environment is a little shabby, I hope there is no grievance to the two. ”

"No ......" Pete is probably more proficient in accidents, and was about to say something with a smile on his face, but Laura next to him couldn't wait to ask: "So, Mr. An, can you start?" (To be continued......)