Prisoner's Dilemma

Han Shaojun didn't care if the Sun family was robbed, but out of curiosity, Han Shaojun walked towards the house.When people reached the base of the wall, Han Shaojun looked up, the outer wall was bare, so there was no one there.

Could it be that my eyesight was wrong?Under the moonlight, the branches and leaves are whirling, casting deep and shallow shadows on the wall, the surroundings are quiet, only the wind blows through the treetops, and no one seems to pass by. From the standing position, only a few closed doors can be seen. windows.

After searching for a long time, but found nothing, Han Shaojun had to admit that he probably regarded the tree shadow as a human shadow.

Taking a slow step, walking out of a piece of low holly, Han Shaojun rubbed his arms, feeling the chill.

"Mr. Han!" A soft and bright voice sounded.

Han Shaojun looked in the direction of the voice, and a person came from the shadows with a pleasing smile. It was Wei Ziyang who came with Ji Yuanxi.

Why is he also in the backyard?Before Han Shaojun had time to think about this question, Wei Ziyang had already walked in front of him: "Why is Boss Han alone in the garden?"

The question in his heart was asked by the other party first, and Han Shaojun had a feeling that the two of them were thinking in sync: "The room is too stuffy, so come out to get some air."

"Me too! These people are so noisy, I wish I could hide away and be quiet." The moonlight illuminates Wei Ziyang's face. On the left half of his face, there is a delicate white tattoo, which is a curly vine enchantingly. Stretch out pieces of mint leaves, similar to a demon under the moonlit night.

Wei Ziyang is beautiful, but Han Shaojun has seen a lot of beautiful people, so it is nothing unusual, even if he has a large tattoo on his face, he is beautiful and independent at best, but when the two face each other, Han Shaojun feels Wei Ziyang's unique charm.Wei Ziyang's smile has a kind of power, obviously he didn't do anything, just stood and smiled quietly, but it was as refreshing as the fragrant breath of April, and when people reacted, they were deeply infected by him, Unknowingly followed him to smile.

No wonder he has been able to win over Ji Yuanxi for so many years, Han Shaojun thought to himself.Recalling the intimacy of the two when they entered the door, Han Shaojun sighed again in his heart.

Wei Ziyang's clear eyes reflected Han Shaojun's figure, and he blinked: "I happen to be alone, and Mr. Han is also alone, so it's better for the two of us to be a companion. Mr. Han saved my life last time. Thank you very much, I don’t have any other skills, so it’s okay to chat with people.”

Before, Han Shaojun only felt that he was good-looking, but at this moment, he only felt that his voice was also good, and his speech was neither light nor heavy, nor hurried nor slow, so that people could not refuse. When his brain reacted, he had already agreed first: "Alright, sitting in the yard for a long time is indeed a bit boring."

"Great!" Wei Ziyang clapped his hands happily, "It's a bit cold outside, let's sit inside. What would Mr. Han want to drink, a pot of hot tea?"

Han Shaojun was a little surprised at his perceptiveness, he would still drink some wine more or less when he was socializing outside, and he hadn't met Wei Ziyang a few times in total, and he discovered that what he needed more was tea.

Wei Ziyang lowered his voice and said mischievously in Han Shaojun's ear: "I know that Sun Han's house has hidden some top-quality Dahongpao, which is said to be from those mother plants. We are not polite to him, but try to get it out and drink it. With Boss Han's face, there is absolutely no problem, so I will take advantage of it by the way!"

Han Shaojun couldn't help laughing, he thought Wei Ziyang was an exquisite vase, but he was a mischievous troublemaker, and when he was with him, he would follow his rhythm unconsciously.

The two sat down in the side hall, and Wei Ziyang gave a few orders in a pretentious manner. After a while, the servant of the Sun family brought out a pot of tea. Although I don't know if it is the so-called "extreme big red robe", it is indeed Bright color and pleasant aroma.

Smelling and drinking tea, the two chatted, most of the time Wei Ziyang was talking, Han Shaojun was listening, from gossip to Ji Yuanxi's private house embarrassment, in short, talk about what is fun, talk about what is funny.Han Shaojun's mood was originally low, but before he knew it, his mood became cheerful, as if chatting with Wei Ziyang was a kind of enjoyment, he would never be afraid of being left out, and would never be bored, as long as he had ears to listen, he would be happy. Pile of pleasure in the world.

After laughing, Han Shaojun suddenly realized that Wei Ziyang didn't come to talk to him for no reason, he came here to make him happy because he saw that he was depressed, and he must have heard about the recent bad things, so he couldn't help much. But it can still be done by letting yourself smile.

Han Shaojun likes him without much deep meaning, he simply likes this beautiful person, and now he likes him with a little more gratitude.

The two were chatting happily, but they didn't notice anyone standing in the distance, looking at them ecstatically.

Jiang Chen didn't know how long he stood there. He turned around while chatting with someone and found that Han Shaojun was gone. He searched inside and out, and finally found someone in the side hall.But he didn't appear in front of him immediately, but looked at him from afar.

Because, he is laughing.How long has it been since he laughed so heartily, Jiang Chen can't remember.Most of the time he is silent, angry, even gloomy, he is like a frozen spring painting, although he can occasionally see the warmth of the past, but more of it is cold and hard.

He almost thought that he had lost the ability to laugh, but he didn't expect that now, he was smiling so happily. It's a pity that the smile was not because of himself, but because of an unfamiliar passerby.

It's not that he can't laugh, he just doesn't want to laugh at himself.

Jiang Chen felt sour in his heart, he was a little jealous of Wei Ziyang, but there was nothing he could do about it, finally he could see Han Shaojun smiling, even if it wasn't for him, it would be good if he could secretly watch for a while longer.

When he laughs, it is heaven; when he is sad, it is purgatory.

But the paradise didn't last long. When Ji Yuanxi came out of Sun Han's study, Wei Ziyang had to leave too.

Han Shaojun was obviously a bit reluctant, but he couldn't say anything more, he belonged to someone else, and I heard that Ji Yuanxi was a big jealous person, and he didn't have the slightest grace to eat vinegar.

Ji Yuanxi's bodyguard brought the coats of the two of them, and after Ji Yuanxi put them on himself, he put them on Wei Ziyang himself, and took advantage of the opportunity to hug him in his arms, and then he took his hand and left as he did when he came. .

Jiang Chen finally got a chance to get close to Han Shaojun, but he saw Han Shaojun staring blankly at the backs of Ji Yuanxi and Wei Ziyang, unable to take it back.

Feeling jealous, Jiang Chen said against his will: "The person Ji Yuanxi raises is indeed quite pretty."

Han Shaojun's expression was indifferent, and he turned into that cold Han Shaojun again. "They should be lovers."

Before Jiang Chen understood what this sentence meant, Han Shaojun had already left sideways.

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Xiao Jin is a down-to-earth man of action. He said that Han Shaojun and Jiang Chen's neighborhood is good, and he was going to move in as neighbors. Then he actually bought a house after a short while, and even arrested Han Shaojun and Jiang Chen to help them move.

Han Shaojun couldn't use his hands very hard, Jiang Chen had no interest in doing coolies at all, while Xiao Jin was in high spirits, gesticulating and directing Jiang Chen, the living room was filled with large and small turnover boxes.

"It's so hard! I'm so annoyed with tidying things up, tell me to just throw away your rubbish!" Jiang Chen squatted impatiently next to a turnover box, stretching his hands inside and scratching, making noise.

"Why don't you throw yourself away?" Xiao Jin happily put a model into the display cabinet, which was given to him by Han Shaojun when he was a boy.

Han Shaojun sat cross-legged beside the sofa, holding a photo album in his hand, which contained photos of Xiao Jin when he was in his teens. Of course, there were Han Shaojun and Jiang Chen who were also in their teens.That was the most youthful time, but also the best years.

Jiang Chen was playing with an old tennis ball, which was given to Xiao Jin when he was young, with his gaudy signature on it.That was when he participated in the competition in the city and won the ranking when he was in junior high school. He was always a bit stupid when he was a child, so he gave the ball to Xiao Jin and the racket to Han Shaojun in a serious manner.

Now the ball is well kept by Xiao Jin, I don't know if the racket is still with Han Shaojun.Jiang Chen secretly glanced at Han Shaojun, he wanted to ask a question, but he was afraid that Han Shaojun would say something unpleasant.

Han Shaojun closed the album and rubbed his right arm.Today's weather is a bit cold, and I have a dull pain after moving a box. This kind of pain is very tormenting, not very painful, but it is very annoying, and the pricking from time to time makes people very unpleasant.

When Jiang Chen saw him frowning, he knew that he was in pain: "The doctor said that your arm rehabilitation has not been very good, and it has something to do with psychological effects. You should practice more when you are fine, maybe it will get better. Some."

Han Shaojun took out another photo album from the box, wiped the dust off it, and showed no interest in responding to him: "It doesn't matter, if it doesn't work, it won't work."

Jiang Chen felt even more uncomfortable, and squeezed the tennis ball hard: "Why don't I play tennis with you when I'm free, didn't you like it very much before?"

Han Shaojun was absorbed in holding the photo album, rolled his eyelids coldly: "I never liked playing tennis."

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat.Han Shaojun's motor nerves were not well developed when he was a child, but he spent a lot of time in tennis, and spent every weekend with him on the court, buying one racket after another.But now he says he never liked playing tennis.

He used to practice very hard, just to be able to stand on the same court, only to have a small ball connect the two ends of the court, but in fact he didn't like this sport at all.

The Han Shaojun who was single-minded about him no longer exists, and the boy who would chase his footsteps in memory has been missed, so he told the truth, he never liked playing tennis.

What does he like?Jiang Chen thought.He likes making models, and the models he made can fly and run lifelike, but now his hands tremble when he makes fine movements.He likes keeping cats. He can hold the custard bag and touch it all day long, but now he develops red rashes on his body after touching it too much.

Jiang Chen was sad, he ruined his favorite things, he felt that he was ashamed to say anything.

But don't say no, if you don't get close to him desperately, the two will drift away.