Prisoner's Dilemma

After working for a long time, Han Shaojun suddenly remembered that they hadn't eaten anything yet, no wonder they felt hungry.Putting the album back into the box, he leaned on the sofa and got up: "I'm going to buy something to eat."

Jiang Chen, who was thinking with his head down, glanced at him, as if he wanted to go with him, but he was too timid to speak.Xiao Jin shouted from a distance: "Buy some beer!"

Hearing the sound of Han Shaojun closing the door, Jiang Chen sighed as if he had loosened his shackles, and moved to Xiao Jin's side to lazily help him organize his things. It would be more accurate to say that he made trouble rather than tidying up. He classified Xiao Jin as a good person. Take out the souvenirs one by one, and then pile them together.

"Can you be quiet? Go aside!" Xiao Jin pushed him.

Jiang Chen leaned back and lay on the ground: "I really have nothing to do, you see he doesn't even look at me."

Xiao Jin was seriously cleaning a crystal ball, he chuckled: "It deserves it!"

Jiang Chen was so angry that he kicked him: "Look at your gloating face!"

"I told you which pot should not be opened and which pot to lift. Even if you don't know Shao Jun's preferences, you shouldn't play ball even if you hit his hand."

"I don't want him to move his arms more!"

"Fool!"

"It's too close, it's too far away, so what should I do?"

"He has liked you for more than ten years, how long have you been chasing him? Take it easy, what's the rush?"

Having said that, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal, Jiang Chen sighed and laid his dead body on the floor.

After chatting a few more words, the sky darkened without warning, and the gray clouds covered the top, blocking the light of the sky.

"What time is it? Why is it dark?" Jiang Chen looked out the window.

While speaking, the sky became a little darker, and it entered the night in the blink of an eye, and the clouds in the distance shimmered.

Xiao Jin also took a look: "Oh, it's going to rain heavily."

With a muffled thunder, the torrential rain came, and it poured like splashed water.

Jiang Chen stared blankly at the tumbling dark clouds in the sky for a while, then suddenly bounced off the floor: "Shao Jun hasn't come back yet!"

Xiao Jin walked to the window, and the smell of rain came over his face: "This is troublesome, did he go there empty-handed?"

Jiang Chen was as excited and nervous as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he slammed into the door, grabbed an umbrella from the entrance cabinet, and rushed out: "I'll pick him up!"

Xiao Jin was caught off guard by his reaction: "Hey! You take my car! Hey! At least take an extra umbrella!" Without saying a word, Jiang Chen rushed into the rainstorm and disappeared.

Just as Han Shaojun finished paying the bill, he saw a torrential rain falling outside the store. The raindrops hit the ground with big water bubbles. The thunder and lightning played a symphony.

Standing helplessly under the eaves for a few minutes, I changed the bag full of food from my left hand to my right hand, and then from my right hand to my left hand. It sank a bit, and the bag left deep marks on my palm. I regretted buying it So much beer.

I thought this torrential rain would stop in a few minutes, but I didn't expect that looking at this posture, there was no sign of easing up.Those sheltering from the rain stood in a row at the store entrance, and Han Shaojun was squeezed into a corner. The cold moisture from the rain penetrated into his skin from his collar and cuffs, making people feel unspeakably uncomfortable, and his right arm stings shamelessly.

Just when Han Shaojun was restless, he saw a man running in the rainstorm. There were no traces of passers-by on the sidewalk. He was the only one who broke through the barrier of the rainstorm and ran desperately like a pursuer. Every step he took made splashes. Splash half body.

"Shaojun!" Jiang Chen stood in front of Han Shaojun.

For a while, he ran too fast and couldn't get his breath right, Jiang Chen was out of breath, the rain was too heavy, and the foggy water vapor fell on him, his tall body wished he could huddle into a ball and hide under the umbrella, half of his body was soaked by the rain , There are splashes of mud all over the trousers.He looked embarrassed, but his eyes were startlingly bright, as if as long as he could serve Han Shaojun, even throwing his umbrella and running naked in the rainstorm would be fine.

Raindrops accumulated on the eaves and dripped down, forming a jade-like rain curtain. One person was under the eaves, and the other was in the heavy rain. Regardless of the strange sights of others, they looked at each other.

When we fall in love with someone, we don't know what attitude the other person will respond to us, just like prisoners who are separated and imprisoned, waiting for God's judgment.Maybe we are persistent in love, even if we are willing to break our bones, maybe we are selfish in love, looking forward and backward and pretending to be hypocritical.When two people can do everything they can and fear nothing, they can break through obstacles and embrace each other.I am afraid that one person will advance and the other will retreat, one will love deeply, one will love withholding, one will say love loudly, and the other will turn around and run away.

A rain curtain separates them in two worlds, and each other's figure is reflected in their eyes. They are each other's prisoners, testing the loyalty of love in reality.

Han Shaojun looked away first.

"I'll pick you up!" Jiang Chen said eagerly.

Han Shaojun didn't appreciate the rainwater he touched: "It doesn't matter if you catch it or not, the rain won't last long."

Jiang Chen took the bag in his hand, and awkwardly put the umbrella on Han Shaojun's head.

Han Shaojun swept him up and down with empty hands: "You only brought an umbrella?"

Jiang Chen was stunned, as if he didn't understand what was wrong with only bringing an umbrella.

"It's raining so hard, how can one umbrella be enough for the two of us?"

"I'll support you!" Jiang Chen said without hesitation.

Han Shaojun was speechless, too lazy to care about Jiang Chen's life and death, he stepped into the rain, Jiang Chen followed immediately like a follower, and tilted the umbrella to Han Shaojun's side graciously.

The rain was indeed too heavy, after covering Han Shaojun's head, most of Jiang Chen's body was covered in the rain.The rain in this season was particularly cold, the tyrannical rain almost hurt his face, and the icy rain penetrated into his clothes along the back of his neck, making him shiver with cold.He was obviously drenched like a drowned chicken, but Jiang Chen was so happy that he could hardly close his mouth from ear to ear, because at this moment, he was so close to Han Shaojun, so close that he could see the hairs on his neck, and he could even hold an umbrella for him. This is simply an honor that could not have been asked for before.

He has always hated rain. It is wet and cold when it rains, and it is easy to be blocked when going out, but this rain is the only thing he wishes it would never stop. The rain is almost blinding his eyes, even if he just holds an umbrella for him, it can make him jump for joy.

When the two returned home, they stood in front of Xiao Jin dripping wet. Xiao Jin looked down on him with his waist in his hands: "Two idiots!"

The effect of an umbrella is basically zero, and the clothes of the two people are completely soaked. They look like they have just been fished out of the water. dripping water.

"Won't you wait any longer without an umbrella?"

They had to admit that Xiao Jin was right, especially when Jiang Chen's lips turned blue.

Xiao Jin pushed aside the bag that was about to be smashed by the rain, picked out a can of beer from inside, pulled off the tab, and walked inside humming while drinking, without a trace.

"Hey! You don't care about us anymore?" Jiang Chen's feet were about to flow into a stream, and he could see his wrinkled toes after taking off his shoes and socks.

Xiao Jin went around somewhere, found two bath towels, and threw one on each of his heads: "Go take a bath, don't dirty my new home."

Han Shaojun wiped his wet hair and walked silently to the bathroom.

Jiang Chen grabbed the bath towel, stared blankly at his back, water was still dripping from the tips of his hair.

Xiao Jin kicked up: "What are you looking at? Go upstairs to the bathroom!"

Jiang Chen went upstairs with a bath towel in his arms.

The next day, Jiang Chen fell ill.

Jiang Chen, who thought he was strong and strong, was caught in the rain and cold, and fell ill unexpectedly.When I woke up early in the morning, I had a splitting headache, a sore throat, and two fire dragons coming out of my nostrils.He struggled to pull out the thermometer, didn't even bother to use the alcohol swab, and put it in his mouth.

Jiang Chen lay on the bed dejectedly, wanted to call Han Shaojun very much, but knew that the beating would be in vain and he would never pay attention to himself, but at this moment he missed Han Shaojun terribly, even if it was just to hear his voice.

Jiang Chen was stupefied for a while, suddenly, Jiang Chen had a flash of inspiration, jumped up from the bed in disheveled clothes, and dialed a phone impatiently.

As soon as the call was connected, Jiang Chen immediately became extremely weak: "Mom, it's me. The weather has changed a lot recently, you have to pay attention to your body."

As soon as Wu Meng heard something was wrong with his son's voice, Jiang Chen pretended to be perfunctory and said in a dying voice that he was seriously ill.

"Is it serious? Why are you so careless?" Wu Meng felt sorry for her son, "Go to the hospital quickly, don't delay."

Jiang Chen sighed: "What hospital are you going to? I don't even have the strength to get out of bed."

"I am coming now."

"Stop tossing and tossing about such a long journey, lest you tire yourself out and ask me to serve you."

"Didn't Shaojun live in the same neighborhood as you? Let him take you there."

Jiang Chen was ecstatic in his heart, but his mouth was still weak: "How dare you bother him, I have some conflicts with him recently."

"How much conflict can there be between you brothers? Are you putting on airs? You are so sick that you can't speak, so don't hold on! I'll call him and let him come and see you!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen was satisfied, and after lying down for a while, he couldn't hold back anymore, and wrapped himself in the quilt, he went to the window to look expectantly.

A minute is longer than a year, and the panic in my heart grows like weeds all over the mountains.Before he called his mother, he firmly believed that this trick would work, because Han Shaojun was always soft-hearted and very bad at rejecting, let alone requests from close elders.But now the more he waits, the less confident he becomes. What if Han Shaojun decides not to see himself?What if he is so unfeeling that he doesn't care even if he is seriously ill in bed?

Looking forward and waiting, he finally saw Han Shaojun's figure appearing at the door of his house.

Like a shot in the arm, Jiang Chen was so happy that he almost threw away the bedding, he jumped back to the bed and lay down, messed up his hair, and covered himself tightly from head to toe.

Taking a few deep breaths, he heard the door being opened.