Prisoner's Dilemma

"Have you forgotten that you almost drove Shaojun to death?" Xiao Jin said mercilessly.

"I haven't forgotten!" Jiang Chen growled, "It's because I haven't forgotten, so am I making up for it?"

"Do you think that the broken things can be repaired casually, even if the glass is broken and there are cracks, let alone the human heart?"

"Enough, stop talking!" Jiang Chen picked up the wine bottle and smashed it heavily, even shaking the coffee table and the cup, "It's easy for you to teach me a lesson, but I think you can still be arrogant when things happen to you?"

"Feelings are so boring. It's a waste of energy. If you don't do it, you'll be sad. Who told you to get involved?"

"You know shit!"

"I don't understand." Xiao Jin sneered, "Don't waste your efforts in vain. If you are exhausted and end up with nothing, just give up."

Jiang Chen held the wine glass, there was not much wine in the glass, the liquid was light yellow, clear and transparent, exuding aroma.

The end of drinking is a word of drunkenness, which leads to the same goal. No one will doubt it, but people try it every day and every moment, just because every glass of wine has its unique meaning.

Jiang Chen drank the wine in the glass, and said to Xiao Jin word by word: "I will never give up!"

Xiao Jin gave a noncommittal oh, bowed his head and smiled slightly.

After nightfall, both Jiang Chen and Xiao Jin went home.

Han Shaojun was the only one left in the empty room, he had nothing to worry about, and after drinking the celebration wine, he was supposed to lie on the bed and have a good dream and sleep till dawn.But Han Shaojun suffered from insomnia.

Insomnia is not new to Han Shaojun. He often tosses and turns in bed unable to fall asleep, and then resorts to drugs to force him to fall asleep, but he did not do so today.

Standing in front of the window, looking up at the full moon in the sky, Han Shaojun was in a state of confusion.

I love you, give me one more chance...

At the moment when the two cars collided, Jiang Chen's words echoed in his ears.

It was clearly a whisper, but it was not covered by the huge collision sound. At that moment, he heard it clearly, as if it did not pass through the eardrum, but went straight to the depths of the soul.

The scene was too chaotic at that time, Han Shaojun didn't delve into this sentence, and Jiang Chen seemed to have forgotten it, so he didn't mention it again.

He tried his best to treat Jiang Chen as a passer-by in his life, but the fact is that he couldn't treat Jiang Chen with the attitude he would treat an ordinary passerby.He could easily put on a cold face towards Jiang Chen, but he couldn't speak to him in a normal tone. Every word Jiang Chen said could make him overly sensitive, and then he would overreact. Indifference was just the easiest disguise for him.

He didn't know how long this mentality would last, and he even hoped that Jiang Chen would disappear from his eyes and never disturb his mind again.

The cold night was chilly, he wrapped his nightgown tightly, and then looked up to see a figure hovering in front of the house.

Jiang Chen didn't know what kind of nerves he had, he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and ran to Han Shaojun's house for a walk.If you are seen by the security guards, you will definitely be caught as a thief.

But he couldn't sleep no matter what. Anxiety filled every cell of his body, and it was as lively as a boiling boiler, which would explode if it continued to burn.

It is easy to shout to Xiao Jin never to give up, but it is really difficult to do it.People need encouragement, and it is lonely to work hard alone.He doesn't think he is a person who is afraid of hardships, but this time he is really desperate.

Jiang Chen stood at the door and looked up.Every room is pitch black, he must be asleep, Jiang Chen thought.

Has Han Shaojun ever experienced loneliness?

Even when he was still ignorant, did he love alone with difficulty and pain?

How did he get through it?

The more Jiang Chen thought about it, the more his heart ached. He remembered that Han Shaojun had reprimanded him: You don't need to respond to me, but why did you stab him in the back?

For a long time, Han Shaojun loved without expecting anything in return.

How could it be possible to pay without asking for anything in return?If he really didn't respond, would he really continue to love without complaint?How did he do it?

"Whatever." Jiang Chen said to himself, "Anyway, you won't get married, so I'll follow you. Aren't we still together? Could it be that you can leave everyone behind and hide in a ravine?"

Jiang Chen was soothed by his spiritual victory method. After looking around, he opened the door of Han Shaojun's house, tiptoed into the house, and closed the door inch by inch without making a sound.

"what are you doing?"

Han Shaojun's voice suddenly sounded behind him, Jiang Chen was frightened out of his wits, slipped on the sole of his foot and fell to the ground.

"Ouch! Why haven't you slept yet? Ouch, my waist!" Jiang Chen clutched his waist, as if suddenly awakened, "Isn't it because you drank a little wine at night and felt uncomfortable?"

Han Shaojun's condescending expression was indifferent: "I should ask you this question, what are you doing sneaking up to my house in the middle of the night without sleeping?"

Grinning his teeth, Jiang Chen supported his waist and got up: "I'm worried about your safety, so come and see."

"Father and son of the Sun family have been arrested, what danger will I have?"

"It's not certain, maybe there are thieves wandering around your house, sneaking into your house while you're asleep..." The more Jiang Chen spoke, the more quietly he felt, the more he felt that he was talking about himself.

Han Shaojun ordered the guest away expressionlessly: "Go back to sleep."

"I'm the same as before, can I sleep in the room next to you?"

"No, this is my home!" Han Shaojun turned up the volume.

It's not easy for Jiang Chen to salivate and play tricks anymore, and it will be annoying if he asks any more.

"Okay, I'll go now." Jiang Chen smirked until his facial muscles ached, and he couldn't laugh anymore, "I'm not saying that you must forgive me for anything, just treat me as atonement."

"My revenge has been avenged, thank you for your help, we are both clean. I will have my new plan, and you will have your future, as I once said: the two of us, forget it."

"You say forget it? Anyway, I'm a fish caught by you now, and you want to leave after patting your ass? I'm still biting your hook!"

Han Shaojun's face darkened: "So you broke into my house in the middle of the night just to quarrel with me?"

Jiang Chen panicked: "No, I thought you were asleep, I..."

"You can't force me to accept you, just like I never forced you to like me before."

"Then you can force me now."

"You..." Han Shaojun got angry again, "Get out quickly, I'm going to sleep! Don't come into my house talking about yourself! Next time I will change the locks!"

Jiang Chen was dejected, and when he walked out of the gate, he suddenly turned around and pressed against the crack of the door to prevent Han Shaojun from closing it.

"What's the matter?" Han Shaojun growled.

Jiang Chen squeezed half of his shoulders in: "Shaojun, you still care about me, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"When the car crashed, you didn't go to see Sun Mingjie first, but the injury on my head first, which means that in your mind, I am more important than catching Sun Mingjie!"

"That's just because you are closer to me!" Han Shaojun gritted his teeth.

"No! It's because you care about me!"

"Whatever you want! You can go!"

The door was closed heavily, and the conversation between the two finally ended in a quarrel.Jiang Chen lay on the door reluctantly, wishing he could have the ability to penetrate walls, Han Shaojun leaned on the back of the door tiredly, restless and no longer sleepy.

Probably, tonight is another sleepless night.

-

The next day, Han Shaojun, who hadn't slept all night, woke up early, dressed and went out, the destination was Ji Yuanxi's house.Although he no longer bothers about Wei Ziyang's problem, it is still necessary to visit him after yesterday.

Ji Yuanxi and Han Shaojun live in the same community, the location is further to the back, in addition to the main building, there is also an auxiliary building, which is almost twice the size of Han Shaojun's house, which is very grand.

The doorbell rang, and a nanny came to answer the door.

"Mr. Ji and Mr. Wei went out yesterday and haven't come back yet." The nanny looked kind and polite, "What do you call Mr.? When Mr. Ji comes back, I will tell him."

Unexpectedly, they didn't come home. Han Shaojun was a little surprised and blamed himself for coming rashly: "My surname is Han, please tell Mr. Ji that I will come to visit another day, thank you."

The plan was disrupted, and Han Shaojun lost his direction for a while. After thinking about it, he finally decided to visit his grandfather.

He hasn't been to his grandfather's house for a while. On the one hand, Han Heqing didn't want to see him because of Zheng Yaoyao's incident before, and on the other hand, his life has been a mess recently, and he has no time to be distracted.Now that the dust has settled, it's time to spend some time with loved ones.

The old house of the Han family is always like a paradise. The leaves of the trees in the yard are withered. After sweeping, they are still golden. The evergreen potted plants are still full of vitality.

"Brother Han, you're here." The orderly greeted enthusiastically, "Grandpa Han is there, I'll call him."

"I'll go by myself." Han Shaojun stopped him, "Go and do your work, don't call me."

With his back to them, Han Heqing was pruning a camellia tree. When he heard footsteps walking in, he looked back and saw that it was Han Shaojun. He nodded solemnly and coldly, and continued to work.

Han Shaojun was almost used to Mr. Han's indifferent attitude every time he saw him, so he obediently moved a small chair and sat beside him to help him.He remembered that when he was young, every time his grandfather saw him, he hugged him on his lap with a smile, and he was very spoiled, but he was indifferent to his father, as if he disliked him. Later, Han Shaojun understood that grandpa What is pursued is that a gentleman embraces grandchildren but not sons.This attitude continued until Han's father passed away. Many times Han Shaojun felt that when his grandfather looked at him, he was not looking at him, but at his father.

"Why are you free to come and see me today?" Han Heqing wore a pair of presbyopic glasses, and looked left and right while grabbing an unruly tree branch.

"Recently..." Han Shaojun originally wanted to explain the Sun family's affairs to Han Heqing, but his father was gone, and his mother didn't care about this matter. After thinking about it, it seemed that he could only talk to his grandfather about such a big matter.But he suddenly choked up, he found that grandpa's hair was as white as snow, his skin was as rough as bark, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

Grandpa is getting old, especially after the last time he got mad at grandpa, he has aged a lot all of a sudden, he has to take care of big things by himself, and he can no longer worry about it.

"I came to see you when I was free recently, just thinking about it." Han Shaojun said with a smile.

Han Heqing snorted in disgust, but the deep lines at the corners of his eyes betrayed his heart. "Cut this branch off for me, with that pair of scissors." He motioned with his chin.

Han Shaojun picked from a pile of tools, picked up a pair of wide and short pruning shears, and easily cut off the branches.

"I'm old, even my grandson thinks I'm useless, so I won't tell the truth." Han He glanced at his hands, "Are you still used to using your left hand?"

Han Shaojun looked at his left hand holding the scissors, and suddenly felt ashamed.