Prisoner's Dilemma

It is not necessary to look at the face to recognize a person. Many times, a back view, a pair of hands, or even a cough can make my heart skip a beat. It is him!

Han Shaojun stepped into the banquet hall and recognized Jiang Chen at a glance.Among a group of well-dressed guests, he stood by the patio door, holding a glass of wine, leaning elegantly and casually to chat with others. Although his expression was shallow, his gestures showed pride in his bones.

It's him.

Han Shaojun looked away, walked straight through the crowd, and walked towards a side door.

At almost the same moment, Jiang Chen also saw Han Shaojun.Obviously he was just casually walking through the crowd, time stopped at this moment, everyone became a static background, only he was a moving luminous body.

It's him?

Jiang Chen's relaxed body tensed instantly, his thin lips pursed slightly, his eagle-like eyes shone with a sharp light, he seemed to want to do something, but in the end he just stood there.When he saw Han Shaojun's gaze passing by in a hurry, as if he didn't know him at all, a sneer curled up at the corner of his lips.

"What are you looking at?" My friend Zhou Yixing asked.

Over there, Han Shaojun had already walked out of the side door, keeping a low profile like a breeze in the forest.

"It's nothing." Jiang Chen drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, the sweet and slightly astringent wine filled his lips and teeth.He put down his glass and signaled to Zhou Yixing: "It's too hot here, shall we go out and chat?"

Although it was a question, Jiang Chen walked outside without waiting for Zhou Yixing's response, staring straight at the closed side door.

Today is the birthday banquet of the old man of the Fang family. Although the old man has retired, he still has great power, and there is an endless stream of guests who come to celebrate his birthday, but there are only a handful of people who can really stay to participate in the dinner. Only a few families who can be as famous as the Fang family are eligible to stay at the table.

Han Shaojun walked out of the study, and whispered to the people behind him: "The things are ready, go and eat something by yourself."

"President Han, don't worry." Chen Weining tightened his grip on the briefcase, took out a small medicine box from the bag, and handed over the warm water that had been prepared, "President Han, I'm not here, so be careful."

Han Shaojun smiled, and when he smiled, it was as if a pool of spring water was wrinkled by the breeze: "I can't take care of myself without you?"

Chen Weining blushed in embarrassment, showing a childish look.

Feeling a scorching gaze approaching, Han Shaojun turned his head and met Jiang Chen again.His eyes are extremely aggressive, like a knife when he is silent, cutting inch by inch.

"Shao Jun." Jiang Chen seemed to greet him modestly.

Han Shaojun pulled the corner of his mouth politely, and stretched out his right hand: "Hello."

He said hello indifferently, Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at the hand he extended, without moving.

Han Shaojun withdrew his hand indifferently, and brushed past him: "Excuse me."

Jiang Chen watched him go away, with a nonchalant smile on his face, and dark tides in his eyes.

Zhou Yixing was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear: "You two had such a good relationship before, why now..."

Jiang Chen gave him a sideways glance, Zhou Yixing immediately shut his mouth, and after a while he approached with a smile: "But it's not surprising, Han Shaojun has been neurotic these past few years, and he couldn't even see anyone for more than half a year."

Frowning, Jiang Chen expressed displeasure at Zhou Yixing's words, but couldn't help being curious: "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Yixing observed his words and expressions: "We all said in private that Han Shaojun was probably transferred by someone."

Jiang Chen snorted: "What nonsense?"

"Really! It's like a different person! You don't care about people, and you can push it whenever you can! You just returned to China and don't know!"

Zhou Yixing babbled, Jiang Chen listened absent-mindedly, his eyes fixed on the direction Han Shaojun left.

A few tables were set up for the birthday banquet in the spacious hall. It didn't look like a grand occasion, but everyone present, whether young or old, was a figure who turned the country's hands into clouds and rain.

Jiang Chen made a round to toast to all the uncles, returned to his seat with a little drunkenness, looked at Han Shaojun who was sitting opposite him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Han Shaojun also finished his toast, his fair face was flushed, and the wine glass in his hand was only left with a layer of bottom.

The person in front of me overlaps with the person in memory, seven points are familiar, two points are strange, and one point is strange.Jiang Chen suddenly remembered Zhou Yixing's words: Han Shaojun was probably transferred!

A big living person, how to change the package?Jiang Chen dismissed it.However, there seems to be something different?

Han Shaojun in my memory is always like a spring breeze, but the person sitting across from him eating food is like a silent ice sculpture, polite and distant from others.Also, he uses his left hand to use chopsticks. Is he left-handed?Why don't you remember?Could it be that it was really transferred?

who cares!Jiang Chen smiled, sending out a dangerous signal.

Han Shaojun had just eaten something to satisfy his hunger, when his surroundings became hot, he turned his head to face Jiang Chen, and a faint smell of alcohol wafted over him.

Jiang Chen rested one arm on the back of Han Shaojun's chair, and leaned his upper body towards him: "Is there still so much fish left in the cup? Come, I'll fill it up for you." As he spoke, he was about to pour the wine in his cup into Han Shaojun poured it into the cup.

Han Shaojun blocked the cup and gave him a cold smile.

"What? We haven't seen each other for so many years, you don't even have a glass of wine with me, don't you give me face?"

"I can not drink."

Jiang Chen seemed to have heard some big joke, swiped his hand holding the wine glass, and the wine almost spilled: "Can you drink with them, tell me you can't?"

"Take a sip." Han Shaojun touched his glass and took a sip.

With a pain in his arm, Jiang Chen locked Han Shaojun's arm with his hands like iron pliers, and said in a low voice, "Han Shaojun, what are you messing with me?"

Han Shaojun let go of his cold smile and said in a low voice, "You're drunk."

"Joke! You don't know how much I can drink?"

"Let go!"

"Why don't I let it go? Who are you showing a bad face to? I haven't settled the score with you, but you put on a show for me first?"

After a few words, Han Shaojun's breathing became more and more rapid, his chest heaved violently, his clenched fists were bulging, and he tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart.

Jiang Chen raised his chin arrogantly, and the two confronted each other.

Just when they were at a stalemate, Zhou Yixing and others came back.Seeing them stiffen, Zhou Yixing quickly smoothed things over: "Are you two drinking? Let's have a toast together!"

Both of them looked at each other indifferently.

"Come on, let's have a drink by ourselves." Zhou Yixing greeted others, and pulled Jiang Chen under the table.

Jiang Chen backed away, but even when he returned to his seat, he never took his eyes off Han Shaojun.As if Han Shaojun didn't realize it, he smiled and clinked glasses with others.

"Oh, if Xiao Jin was here today, we would be complete." Zhou Yixing chatted, and the tablemates responded.The table was full of young people of similar age, and the atmosphere quickly became lively, but when the eyes of the two met again, they were still tense.

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On the way home, Han Shaojun didn't say a word, just quietly looking out the dark window.Chen Weining was driving, and from time to time glanced at Han Shaojun who was more silent than usual.

"Mr. Han, we're here." The people in the back seat didn't respond, so Chen Weining had to raise his voice, "Mr. Han?"

"Ah?" Han Shaojun returned to his senses.

Chen Weining hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door: "Here we are, Mr. Han."

"Thank you." Han Shaojun rubbed his temples.

Chen Weining gave a hand: "Mr. Han, you drank a little too much today."

"It doesn't matter." Han Shaojun took the briefcase from Chen Weining, "It's getting late, you should go back and rest."

Chen Weining hesitated and wanted to say something, but Han Shaojun had already turned around.After looking around worriedly for a while, watching him walk into the gate of the villa, Chen Weining drove away.

After closing the door, Han Shaojun didn't turn on the light. Under the dim moonlight, he staggered forward, threw the briefcase on the table, and fell down on the sofa.

The empty living room was deserted, Han Shaojun leaned on the sofa, the silent night enveloped him, obviously he should be very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He raised his arms to cover his eyes, and in the darkness, that proud face appeared in front of him, opening the valve deep in his memory.

That year, Han Shaojun was five years old, and lived in the compound with his father who was transferred back to Beijing, where he met Jiang Chen and Xiao Jin, who were both five years old.The previous two generations were close friends, and the parents cheerfully brought their sons to meet him.Because Han Shaojun was a month old, Jiang Chen was held down by his father and reluctantly called brother.

So Jiang Chen glared angrily at this "brother" who was two months older than him, Han Shaojun frowned and looked at this stubborn "brother", Xiao Jin hugged the two of them together with a smile on his face.

The next day Jiang Chen ran to Han Shaojun's house with a lot of toys in his arms.

"You can choose any toy, and I'll be your brother from now on!" The little Jiang Chen held his head high, like a little cock facing the morning sun and making its first crow in the morning, seeing Han Shaojun's stupefied look, he added triumphantly, " These are the latest toys!"

Han Shaojun tilted his head, looked at Jiang Chen in disbelief, his eyes clearly said: Do you think I'm rare?

Jiang Chen was anxious by him, and he tried his best to get back the "loss" he suffered yesterday, he stomped his feet and said, "Then what do you want to call me brother?"

Han Shaojun looked at him for a while without saying a word, then slowly moved out a small bench from the room, stepped on the bench, opened the freezer of the refrigerator, and took out a box of ice cream.

Opening the lid of the box, Jiang Chen swallowed unconsciously, the ice cream was steaming and smelled like chocolate.But he immediately realized his "failure", tensed his face, and stared at Han Shaojun seriously: "Do you think you can bribe me with a little ice cream?"

Han Shaojun handed over a small spoon and stared blankly at Jiang Chen: "Eat it, the last box is here."

Children's stomachs are tender, and the weather is getting colder after autumn. Parents are strict and don't allow cold drinks at all, but there is no child who doesn't like ice cream.

Jiang Chen struggled hard between dignity and delicious food, and was finally defeated by Han Shaojun's shining eyes. He waved his little hand with pride: "Well, since you must invite me to eat, I will reluctantly accept it." Already!"

The two children curled up on the sofa with ice cream in their arms, and you ate one bite at a time, but the weather was so cold that the two of them got cold hands and feet after not eating a few bites, and they were reluctant to part with the delicious ice cream, so they leaned together Shivering, he continued to eat.

Han Shaojun's pink face became even whiter. Jiang Chen stared at his red mouth, lost his mind for a moment, and choked a big mouthful of unmelted ice cream into his stomach.So exciting!Jiang Chen shivered violently, Han Shaojun laughed out loud, Jiang Chen felt ashamed at first, and glared at Han Shaojun angrily, but seeing how happy he was smiling, he also laughed along with him.

"It's so cold!" Jiang Chen said.

"Are you still eating?" Han Shaojun asked.

"Eat!" Jiang Chen was as determined as if he was going to block a gun.

Han Shaojun smiled until his eyes turned into crescent moons: "Wait for me."

So when Mother Han came back, she saw the two boys eating ice cream next to each other under the quilt.It's not easy to scold other people's children, so I can only nod Han Shaojun's head: "Take good care of my brother."

Little did they know that the phrase "take good care of my brother" was like a curse, haunting Han Shaojun for a lifetime.