On July 7, 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 at the dawn of the rising sun. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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, along the road along the coast, An Yuxi's figure ran past, and Zuckerberg rode his bicycle slowly behind.

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.

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 scene, Facebook's building is in the city, and the place where he lives is also nearby, for 2 years, he has never taken a good look at Palo Alto, his daily life is two points and one line, even if he occasionally relaxes, he will 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 I met An Yuxi, who was running and exercising, at the door of the company, and he rode a car to follow him, and then found that this place is really good.

Two days ago, he was a little dissatisfied with An Yuxi, and in the past two years or so, he has become accustomed to sitting in the position of a decision-maker thinking about problems and giving orders. Although the position of CEO was transferred by him on his own initiative, it does not mean that he has psychologically accepted the change of role.

Looking at the running figure in front of him, Zuckerberg's mood fluctuated for a moment. The light in his eyes was a little dim, but it 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. Catch up.

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

In this secluded, wisps of low-hanging mist swam across the grassy road, An Yuxi gradually slowed down his running speed, and Zuckerberg, who was pedaling a bicycle, chased closer, and saw sweat running down his short hair from his sideburns, his clothes were already 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.

"Thank you!" gasping violently, taking the towel, An Yuxi stopped on the spot, and rested for a while before standing 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 ......" faced the sea, and An Yuxi, 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 South Korea." ”

When An Yuxi was here, he was dissatisfied with his dictatorship, but then suddenly heard that he was leaving, and in an instant, Zuckerberg realized that what came to his mind was not relaxed, but a certain feeling of emptiness.

It is like 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 oneself, shouting out, and the silence that cannot even be heard.

Zuckerberg was a little flustered for a moment, "Uh...... Why? Is there anything urgent in South Korea? Ann, Skymap is just starting to develop, you ...... You're presiding over the work here, right? And you're ...... Apple."

"I have to go back. An Yuxi waved his hand, interrupting him, and he turned his head to look 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, An Yuxi squatted down, his fingers unconsciously dragged down a grass stem, while rubbing, while looking there, 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, and An Yuxi, 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 greeted An Yuxi's anxiety, and the ecstasy when he was sure that he would get An Yuxi's investment, and he also remembered that night, he and An Yuxi stood on the humble balcony, each with a beer, looking into the distance, under the night breeze and the stars in the clear California sky, telling ideals and ambitions.

As if knowing that he was reminiscing, An Yuxi smiled: "Thinking about that time, it was as if it was still yesterday, but we all know that a few years have passed, and everyone has changed a lot, hehe, 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 on the side of the road fell low, and a few dewdrops fell, blowing up a world full of crystals. On 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, An Yuxi 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, the trust of An Yuxi and Mark Zuckerberg will always be the same as 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......