Prisoner's Dilemma

The name of the visitor was Ji Yuanxi, he came from a prominent family, and the group companies he operated spanned multiple industries.Both Han Shaojun and Jiang Chen knew him, or in other words, everyone at a slightly higher level in this land knew him.As soon as Han Shaojun saw him, he remembered that it was none other than Ji Yuanxi's little love Wei Ziyang who was involved in the car accident.

"Ji Dong, I didn't expect it to be yours, what a coincidence." Han Shaojun took the initiative to greet him.

Ji Yuanxi also knew Han Shaojun and Jiang Chen, and after shaking hands, he patted their shoulders affectionately: "Thank you so much, thanks to meeting you, otherwise I don't know what serious consequences will happen. I owe you two once, if you need anything in the future, just ask."

These words may seem ordinary, but coming from someone like Ji Yuanxi, the weight is absolutely extraordinary. In the past, Han Shaojun and the others didn't have much contact with him, but now they have an intersection because of this accident.

"It's just a matter of convenience. If it were someone else, we would save it too." Han Shaojun said politely.

Ji Yuanxi glanced at Han Shaojun's attire and a bag of suits stuffed like pickles in Jiang Chen's hand, and waved his hand, indicating that he accepted the love.

"Let's go first, Shaojun was injured a little and needs to rest." Jiang Chen was still thinking about Han Shaojun's arm.

"Jiang Hai, send them off." Ji Yuanxi ordered.

Finally, the bodyguard who came in with Ji Yuanxi made a gesture of invitation, and sent the two of them out of the hospital. When they walked out of the ward, Han Shaojun heard Ji Yuanxi ordering the people around him: "Go and find out whether this is an accident or something else. There is also the property. , Complain about the property! What happened in the community, not even a single person, if it wasn't for meeting a kind person, no one would know if he died..."

Wei Ziyang, who was sitting on the bed hugging the pillow and pretending to be well-behaved, jumped up when he heard this sentence: "Ji Yuanxi, what are you talking about? You expect me to die? If I die, why don't you find another love?"

"Little boy, you have to live well. If you die, no one will spend my money and I have no motivation to make money..."

As people walked away, their voices gradually became quieter, and their hustle and bustle turned into whispers.

Jiang Chen sent Han Shaojun home, and they didn't talk much along the way.Jiang Chen used his peripheral vision to scan Han Shaojun from time to time. He really wanted to say something to relieve the awkward atmosphere between the two of them, but he still didn't know how to speak, or he might just take advantage of a certain red light and hug him in his arms, but in the end it was still the same. Couldn't muster up the courage.

The car drove back to the community, and when he passed the door of Jiang Chen's house, he slowed down and glanced secretly at Han Shaojun. He wanted to drive him home, but Han Shaojun didn't respond when he looked ahead.Jiang Chen had no choice but to give up, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards Han Shaojun's house.

Is this how you let people go?Because of this accident, the relationship between the two finally showed signs of easing up. Should they take him down in one go?And his arm, so shocking, just thinking about it makes you flustered, and it's sore and stuffy that you can't breathe.

In just a few hundred meters, Jiang Chen's mind turned back and forth, not knowing what to do.

Carefully sending the person to the door of the house, Jiang Chen was still unwilling, so he grabbed Han Shaojun who was about to enter the door: "Shaojun."

Han Shaojun glanced at Jiang Chen, then at the right arm he was grasping, and frowned.

Accidentally pinched his injured right hand again, Jiang Chen hastily let go: "I didn't mean to."

Han Shaojun nodded, but did not speak.

Jiang Chen was full of powerlessness, he hoped that Han Shaojun would yell when he was in pain, and yell when he was angry, and he would rather be beaten up than when he was in extreme pain and didn't respond, at most he just frowned.Why is he still so calm after going through the pain?Facing such Han Shaojun, Jiang Chen was at a loss.

"Then..." Jiang Chen said with difficulty, "You have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

Han Shaojun nodded silently again, stepped over the threshold, and the heavy gate cut off the sight of the two.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the door for a long time, his shoulders drooping as if he had collapsed, and he left with heavy steps.

It was already late at night when he returned home after such a toss, and Han Shaojun sat lazily on the sofa.Recalling what happened this afternoon, Han Shaojun couldn't calm down.

In one afternoon, it seemed as if I went through my whole life again, from the warmth and sweetness of feeding the cat together in my youth, to the departure after growing up, from the hesitation and uncertainty of feelings, to the indifference of no longer escaping after life and death, these short few days Hours is his condensed life, quickly rolled before his eyes.

Han Shaojun pushed open a door in the dark, and the room was full of his models. The light blue moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the large island model in the center of the room.The woods are lush and lush, down to every leaf, the tulle curtains are blown by the wind, and the woods seem to be swaying in the breeze. The exquisite manor is quietly located on the side of the island, without any dust, as if welcoming the owner anytime, anywhere , the small ship is docked in the harbor, as if it will set sail in the next moment.

He wasn't sure what was going through his mind when he made the model.Maybe Jiang Chen is right. This is his NEVERLAND. He has poured all his good hopes for life into this island. When he inserts a tulip smaller than a fingernail into the simulated soil, he will imagine On a leisurely afternoon, take a walk in the sun with your loved one. When he injects gel into the swimming pool, he will imagine that he is drinking lemonade while admiring the vigorous posture of the person in the water. When he sticks the small tennis ball to the net When playing on the court, he would imagine someone running on the court.

That person is none other than Jiang Chen.

But now, his hands can no longer make models, as long as he picks up the tweezers, he can't stop shaking.There was a faint tingling pain in his right arm, but what was this little pain compared to the piercing pain back then?When the emotion is torn off the disguise, it is once again straightforwardly presented in front of the eyes. It is one thing to admit it, but another thing to accept it.

Jiang Chen was also extremely exhausted when he returned home. After he quarreled with Han Shaojun, he regretted it as soon as he drove out of the community.It's hard to invite someone to your home, isn't it good to coax him along with him, why can't you control your temper?So I considered again and again and drove the car back.

He was extremely glad to have made this decision, otherwise he would have missed the scene where Han Shaojun mistakenly thought he was out of control in a car accident, he threw away all the cover-ups, smashed the hard shell, and revealed his soft and gentle heart again, he cared so much Myself, that hasn't changed over the years.But the truth that followed made people overwhelmed, the long and wide scar on his arm pierced Jiang Chen over and over again like a knife.

Jiang Chen walked into the studio, sat in front of the Millennium Falcon model, picked up a part, and looked at it blankly by the moonlight.

I think this model has gone through ups and downs. It has been sealed for ten years since it was bought. It finally saw the light of day again. It was crushed halfway and then thrown in a corner for three years. Now it has finally been found. With no hope of completion, those skillful hands have lost the ability to assemble.

What is Han Shaojun doing at this time?Should have been asleep, right?Jiang Chen thought silently.After the car accident that year, after his father passed away, how did he spend every night?In more than 1000 long nights, what would he think of?

Jiang Chen has a contradictory mentality.He often feels that Han Shaojun must love him to death, no matter what happens and how many years we have been apart, this will never change.But sometimes he would question for no reason, does Han Shaojun really like himself as he said?Obviously he is so kind to others, and he is always lying to others.It doesn't matter if there are other cats and dogs, go to bed when you are interested, and break up if you are not interested, regardless of whether he is genuine or fake.But this person happened to be Han Shaojun, a Han Shaojun who couldn't be perfunctory casually. If he fell into it headlong and left instead, wouldn't he be a fool?

Jiang Chen couldn't figure it out, so that he was able to leave indifferently, but also came back confidently, could act shamelessly, and questioned without grounds, which eventually made the two of them physically and mentally exhausted.

Love is a disease for which medicine is ineffective. Only patients who encounter the same disease can join hands. Otherwise, they will either heal themselves or die, and no one else can intervene.

The next day, Han Shaojun got up late, and it was already bright when he woke up.

He was going downstairs to get some food in the kitchen when he heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen.Han Shaojun, who was still a little confused, suddenly woke up. Today is the weekend and Chen Weining won't come, and his mother can't even say hello. Who else would sneak up at home?Could it be a thief?After all, this is a high-end residential area, and the thieves are so rampant?

Thinking of this, Han Shaojun quietly picked up a decorative vase from the living room, weighed the weight and it was quite handy, and then slowly approached the kitchen, preparing to surprise the criminal who broke into the house.

The people in the kitchen didn't know if they heard something, and rushed out of the kitchen in a few steps. Han Shaojun hurriedly raised the vase.

"What are you doing?" the visitor asked in surprise.

Han Shaojun reacted in time, and he tilted his hand, and the vase fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into pieces.

"What are you doing?" Han Shaojun asked angrily, "How did you get in?"

Jiang Chen's attention was all on the fragments of the vase, and he pulled Han Shaojun aside: "Stay away, be careful not to cut your hands, I'll clean them up."

"I ask you, how did you come in? What are you doing at my house so early in the morning?" Han Shaojun had his fingerprints taken at Jiang Chen's house yesterday, but he didn't take Jiang Chen's fingerprints into his own home.

Jiang Chen didn't want to answer his question at all: "It's getting late, it's already noon, but you can go to sleep for a while, I haven't done it yet."

Han Shaojun took a look into the kitchen, pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar spread everywhere.

"Don't look, don't look." Jiang Chen hurriedly pulled him into the living room, pressed him on the sofa, and stuffed a newspaper, "Watch the news for a while, I'll be fine soon."

Before leaving, he even lost an expression of "Leave it to me", leaving Han Shaojun at a loss.