Can the TSN set by Fairy Tale have a happy end?

Mark remembers that he and Wardo met at a Jewish fraternity.That time he stood reluctantly against the wall, with his hands in his coat pockets, trying to hide his head so as not to attract anyone's attention.

He thinks this place sucks and he won't be coming back, never.

Then he saw Wardo, who was wearing a serious suit, smiling with an incomparable gentleness.

Mark couldn't help observing him carefully, and he noticed that the other person didn't seem to be disgusted with this place, and although he was a little restrained, he seemed appropriately polite.Sometimes when a few girls came up to say hello (Mark guessed that they wanted to ask for a phone number), the other party would frown imperceptibly, and take the pen handed by the girl with a little hesitation.

Used to compromise, Mark concluded.

All night, Mark stood by and watched Wardo socialize with ease. He still hated the Jewish Brotherhood, but at least it wasn't so unbearable now.

Later, I don't know who pulled Mark over, pointed at him with a wine bottle and said with a drawn voice:

"Eduardo, this is, uh, that…"

"Mark." Seeing that the man was already drunk and unconscious, Mark kindly helped him.

"Hi, Mark," Eduardo laughed, holding out his hand to Mark, "Eduardo, EduardoSaverin. Nice party, isn't it?"

Mark nods, and he even compliments the music that's playing.Of course he wasn't telling the truth, but then he had more important things to do, like staring into Eduardo's Bambi eyes.

At this moment, those eyes are closed, and there may be a possibility that they will never be able to open them again.Thinking of this, Mark felt irritated for a while.

He should have stopped Wardo, if he had been a few seconds quicker, he could have stopped Wardo from signing that goddamn contract. Mark holds up the pen in his hand, and the ridiculous looking pen seems to be laughing at him now, mocking him for trying for years and not getting Wardo out of that damned curse.

Not long after meeting Wardor, Mark understood the reason for Wardo's frown that night, because Wardo complained to Mark more than once that those hard pens were killing his hands. Mark made a silent note of the matter in his mind, hoping to find a solution.

Mark has never been sure whether he encountered a fairy or a dwarf, but he decided not to pursue the issue. After all, the old lady who didn't know whether it was a fairy or a dwarf managed to solve Wardo's problem.

"Write that person's name on paper and put it in this bottle, and then hang this bottle on a pen." The weird old lady said to Mark.

"Any pen?" Mark twirled the small bottle in front of him, he couldn't believe that he would meet a kind fairy or dwarf while wandering on the street.

"Remember, don't tell the man this curse, or he will fall into an eternal sleep!" The old lady stared, then turned and left with her cat in her arms.

Mark shrugged and went to the store to pick up that ridiculously pink pen.Then he stuffed the slip of paper with Wardo's name on it, and hung the bottle from the pen.

Wardo didn't complain about his hand hurting after that, and Mark had a lot of fun with that "beautiful" pen.

If the bottle is lost, the pen becomes useless.

Now this trashy Wardo is unconscious.

Mark wished someone would break in the door right now, loudly declare himself a prince or princess from anywhere and kiss Wardo awake, like in a fairy tale.But the day passed, and the room was dead silent except for the moment when Sean pushed the door open and Mark saw a little hope. Mark can't help thinking that Wardo just woke up and started arguing with him.

What if Wardo never wakes up again?Thinking of this, Mark shivered, and he moved his chair a little more towards Wardo, looking at Wardo nervously.

maybe...just maybe...but...

Mark doesn't think much of it when he kisses it, he just wants to do it and he does it, he's never been one to procrastinate.

So at the moment Wardo opened his eyes, Mark couldn't figure out why there was no joy in the other's eyes.It's obviously a happy ending, isn't it?

"What were you doing just now? Also, where is this?" Eduardo obviously didn't think so, he was looking at Mark blankly, wiping his lips in embarrassment.

Mark shrugged: "That's a long story."

Eduardo wakes up visibly refreshed, as he drops Mark's computer shortly after, in full view.

"You're overdoing it," Mark said.

"That's life in reality," Sean replied.

"You know you can live without going so far."

"He almost ruined the company, well, I'll send him flowers to apologize."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"What, you want to sit down and have a good talk with him now, and then you'll be back together? It's not a fairy tale, it won't be that easy. But when it comes to flowers..." Sean changed the subject.

"Mark, you're not an asshole, you're just trying too hard to be one."

Mark was left alone, and he thought for a moment, then opened Facebook.

When Mark turned around at the sound he saw Wardo staring at him.

"I'm just back to get my bag." Wardo raised his hand and shook his briefcase.

"Wardo, I think we need to talk." Mark turned his chair to face Wardo.

"What else is there to talk about? After you sign the contract and I sign the contract, everything will be settled. There is no need for us to talk at all."

"Are you sure you can still sign the contract? Don't forget that bottle we haven't found yet."

"So what, the last time you fainted, how did you explain to me, oh, yes, 'Sign a contract that will cause great harm to me', but the next contract will not give I'm doing harm, at least not diluting my stake any less, so I guess there's nothing to worry about."

"but if……"

"If I really passed out, wouldn't you just kiss me to wake me up again? Anyway, this kind of thing can't be easier for a person like you, stabbing me in the back while confessing." Wardo raised his volume, not going Control the other person's face.

"Listen to me, Wardo…" There is more pleading in Mark's words, but Eduardo doesn't want to hear any more.

"Enough, Mark, there's nothing more to say, whatever the damn curse, we're in reality! I really don't understand why you woke me up when I was passed out, and if you didn't save me it would be Don't worry about the shares anymore, I won't wake up if you don't save me anyway!"

"You do not understand……"

"I don't understand what? We haven't had time to talk since the day I woke up, so I can tell you now that there were times a few months ago when I really thought about how well things were going to go, and I even thought Over…" Eduardo shuts his mouth with what little self-control he has left, blushing.

"What have you thought about?"

"That's not important, I'm leaving." Eduardo picked up his briefcase and wanted to leave immediately.

"Wardo, if you ask me why I saved you, then I'll tell you why," Mark stood up from the swivel chair, and the Facebook interface behind him glowed white, "because your life is far more important than Facebook."

"what?"

"I mean, I value Facebook, and while I also don't want to destroy our friendship, I'm willing to sacrifice our friendship for Facebook, but that doesn't mean you're not as important as Facebook."

"So you didn't want me to sign the contract before because..."

"Your life is in danger," Mark continued, as if it was such an easy question.

Later, the contracts that should be signed were signed, and Eduardo didn't collapse while signing the contracts. In fact, since then, his hands have never hurt from writing, and the curse has been completely lifted.Everything gradually subsides. Eduardo and Mark have not publicly reconciled, but it is not difficult to see a glimmer of hope in the slightly awkward handshake and hello when they meet again later, although how long it will take is anyone's guess.

But either way, both of them would like to believe that someday, when the sun is slowly streaming into the room and Mark kisses Wardo's lips like last time, there will be no surprise or surprise in those Bambi eyes. Angry, but full of tenderness and love, just like in a fairy tale.