Great Artist

Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Olsen, Dustin Moskovitz always like to discuss computer programming, what online services make sense, what makes a good website, and what part of the Internet Function will have an impact on life and so on. They need not only programming knowledge, but also a keen sense of the future development of the Internet. And Evan Bell, a computer layman, has a "clear and accurate understanding" of the development of the Internet. Therefore, in the dormitory, Evan Bell, a layman, is an opinion leader, because he can always post three Inspiration for programming enthusiasts.

From this aspect, Mark Zuckerberg just asked Evan Bell for his opinion, which also shows his admiration for Evan Bell, even if it is only a little bit. In fact, Mark Zuckerberg has never been a person who believes in authority. He believes in himself, books, and just, so this "a little bit" is not so easy for Mark Zuckerberg.

When Mark Zuckerberg entered Harvard, he chose psychology purely because of his mother, and computing was his preferred major. Now, half a semester has passed in the first grade, because of the existence of Bill Olsen, Dustin Moskovitz and Evan Bell, Mark Zuckerberg is naturally more and more interested in computer programming, so it is also a selected gate. Only then did the tentative inquiry just now come about.

Evan Bell threw Bill Olsen over his shoulder and fell onto the sofa, laughing and saying, "The Internet is a force that can change the world. You guys are changing the world right now, and I'll leave you alone.

"Please, Evan, you are the baton of several of us. Without your ingenuity, we would not be able to sell the first programming smoothly." The speaker was Darth with golden curly hair. Tim Moskowitz, the nineteen-year-old also admires Evan Bell. In the previous October, because of Evan Bell's suggestion, the three people in the dormitory participated in some low-demand but high-paying programming jobs in Silicon Valley, and relied on programming to get their first salary.

Evan Bell did not answer, but really raised his hands and waved the conductor in the air, and then said, "I order you, quickly write the programming of this music dating, and then you invite me to dinner."

Bill Olson, who was rubbing his **** just now, suddenly flew out the slippers on his feet. "You don't participate in programming, and you want us to invite us to dinner, but Wen Yibel shrewdly avoided it. "Knowledge is power. Have you been?

My ideas are the most important. "Laughing, Evan and Bell flashed into the room.

Mark Zuckerberg never spoke. He kept thinking about what Evan Bell said just now, "The Internet is a force that can change the world." Evan Bell looked at himself when he said this. Mark Zuckerberg knows his roommate who is also a teacher and a friend, and he will never say this to himself for nothing. Could it be that this is Evan Bell's answer to the question he asked on his way back? Mark Zuckerberg, who has always been prone to thinking too much, fell into his own thoughts.

Ignoring the busyness of the three people in the common living room, Evan-Bell organized the lesson plans for this semester, and then prepared to meet Muller-Lance to talk about the gains of this semester and the plans for the next semester... . When concentrating on one thing, time often passes too quickly to be noticed. By the time Evan Bell came back to his senses, it was already 7:50.

Evan-Bell hurriedly changed a coat, and then left the dormitory amid the cries of the other three roommates.

In December in Cambridge Town, there is always a touch of wet and cold water in the air, and the cool breath from the Charles River gradually spreads in the streets and alleys of the town. After night falls, the town lights up, reflecting the ancient buildings, mottled walls and scattered streets, the charm of the ancient town is naturally within reach.

Because this town has two prestigious schools, Harvard University and MIT, the town is always full of bookishness. Even in bars and restaurants, there will be students who are reading at the window and discussing academics with beer. Students and bartenders who come to the bar from time to time give two sentences of literature, which makes people smile.

Pushing open the wooden door of the pizza shop, although it is the peak time for eating, more students are willing to order takeout because the final exam is approaching, so there are not many customers in the shop, and the restaurant at 8 o'clock can still see empty seats. Only in the semi-open kitchen, you can clearly see the chefs who are too busy to touch the ground, so you know that there are not a few students who order takeout.

After Evan-Bell sat down at the seat, he told the waiter that he was waiting for others, and then he started to look through the "Les Miserables" written by the French romantic writer Victor Hugo. In fact, the English version Evan-Bell had already Just watched it, he is watching the French version now, to practice his French. Although the spoken language has improved a lot, the reading ability is still a little worse, and Evan Bell's reading speed is really uncomplimentable.

"Evan, we're about to call it a day." The owner of the pizza shop, chubby old Mark walked over with a white towel on his right shoulder. "Why, the date didn't come? It's not common." Old Mark teased with a smile.

Evan Yibel looked at the clock on the wall, and it was almost eleven o'clock. "Yeah, I guess she won't show up today." Evan Yibell smiled at old Mark, and mōmō was already hungry. Unconscious Stomach "Pack me a twelve-inch vegan pizza."

"Vegetarian? No problem." Old Mark shouted to the kitchen, turned back and patted Evan Bell on the shoulder. "Why, are you planning to give it to girls? I remember you are not a vegetarian."

Evan-Bell smiled without saying a word, without any excuse. Old Mark obviously didn't plan to get to the bottom of it either, and went to close the business with a smile on his face.

After packing the pizza, Evan-Bell carried the pizza and walked to the bench to the right of the store entrance, sat down, put the pizza beside him, and then opened "Les Miserables" and read it.

Eleven o'clock, in New York, is the start of the nightlife, but in Cambridge, and it's a Monday night, it's perfectly normal to be quiet. voices on the street,

The sound of cars and noise gradually calmed down under the cover of night. The trot sound of "pat, pat" became particularly clear in such an environment.

Evan Yibel raised his head and saw a small figure from far and near. A black wide-neck sweater, with the movement of running, you can vaguely see the white bottoming shirt inside, the chestnut-colored coat filled with the wind, fluttering behind her, stepping on black high-heeled shoes, Nata lì a bōtman all the way small

Running over, the long brown hair was scattered randomly behind the back, and danced with the wind under the rhythm of running.

Evan-Bell put the bookmark on, closed the book and stood up. Nata Lì Yi Bō Terman had already ran to the front, and looked at the closed pizza shop behind, Nata Lì Yi Bō Terman folded her hands, and looked apologetic. Evan Bell raised the pizza in his hand, smiled, and tilted his head in the direction of the school. The two walked towards the school side by side.

It was Nata Lìbō Terman that Evan-Bell made an appointment on the phone just now.

The two sat down on the small square in the center of Cambridge town. At this time, the square is already empty, but because it is a concave arc-shaped building, and the slightly higher walls around it block the strong winds, the late night in December is not cold. .

Nata Lì-Bōterman opened the pizza, rubbed her hands together to keep warm, and when she saw that the pizza was vegetarian, she knew that Evan-Bell was careful. She was a vegetarian, and she couldn't help but give a big smile, "Wow, I'm really hungry to the point where I can't feel it."

"The pizza was just made by old Mark. If you are a little later, it is estimated that it will be frozen hard." Evan Yibel tore the pickled cucumbers and chili sauce that came with the takeout and put them on the opened pizza box.

Nata Lì Yi Bō Terman tore off a piece of pizza and ate it directly, with no polite intention to "Why don't you ask me the reason for being late." Nata Lì Yi Bō Terman took off her high heels and tapped her feet. on the front chair. In front of Evan Bell, she can be herself in complete relaxation.

Evan Bell also tore off a corner of the pizza and leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, but instead of answering Nata Lì-bō Terman's question, he pointed to her bare feet, "The temperature is below zero, you I’m still barefoot, and be careful of catching a cold.” In exchange for a nonchalant smile from Nata Lì-bōtman, Evan-Bell didn’t persuade any further, “You’re not a girl who is late for no reason~www.wuxiaspot. com~ isn't it? So, I don't think the reason for being late is that important."

These words made Nata lì-bōteman stop eating pizza, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she continued to eat without explanation.

In fact, when Nata Lìyibōtman went out today, her roommate suddenly became anxious with appendicitis, and everyone else in the dormitory went out, so she had to call for an ambulance and then accompany her roommate to the hospital. For a while, she forgot to call Evan Bell to report the situation. I originally thought that Evan-Bell would question himself, get angry because he was late without saying hello, and even leave angrily. But when Nata lì-bōterman trotted back, she saw that Evan-Bell just smiled, that's all.

This is the tacit understanding between the two people.

Nata lì-bōtman glanced at Evan-bōterman, and the profile of the man in front of her was still unbelievably perfect. She admitted this fact a long time ago, but at this moment, Nata lì-bōte Man looked at the same face, but had a different idea: "Evan, will you fall in love with me?"

Evan Yibel looked up at Nata Lì Yibō Terman, and paused, "Probably not."! .