Disciplinary Guidelines

March in Hokkaido is still in winter, and the travelers who settled down just caught up with a thin snow.

Ji Yao was wrapped in a light down jacket and sat beside the station, holding a thin travel leaflet, looking at it carefully over and over again.

The travel brochures for tourists are printed colorfully, and several famous scenic spots are marked with exaggerated outlines, which can be clearly understood even if you don't know Japanese.

There were still snow particles floating in the air, Ji Yao raised his collar, took out a thumb-length pencil from his pocket, ticked two random checks on the leaflet, then turned the page to see the back of the leaflet travel tips.

After a while, footsteps came from behind him, and the soft snow was trampled tightly, making a creaking sound.

Ji Yao didn't turn his head, but still focused on studying the thin leaflet.A moment later, a hand stretched out from behind him, silently grabbing the handle of the suitcase at his feet.

Snapped--

Ji Yao's eyes moved slightly, and he patted that hand lightly with the leaflet, before he could speak, he felt something warm sticking to the other side of his face.

Ji Yao turned around and found that Jiang Heng was holding a bottle of warm coffee in his hand.

"This beautiful young man, is he here for a trip?" Jiang Heng bent slightly, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Do you need a guide, I can recommend myself. I am interested in nearby travel projects Very proficient, and there are familiar hotels for you to stay in."

"No need." Ji Yao tilted his head, looked him up and down, then shook his head seriously, and moved to the side to make room for one person: "My wife doesn't let me talk to strangers. say."

Jiang Heng burst into laughter, leaned over with a smile, and vaguely kissed the corner of his lips.

"Is your wife so fierce?" Without waiting for Ji Yao's answer, Jiang Heng dismantled the stage first: "Will you take advantage of me while I'm not here?"

"Aren't you immature?" Ji Yao pushed him away a little: "Elementary school students don't play the game of guessing who I am anymore."

"Just to tease you, who made you look so fascinated." Jiang Heng stuffed the hot coffee he bought into Ji Yao's hand, then naturally took the leaflet in his hand, and glanced twice: "Is there anyone who wants to go?" place?"

The warm touch dispelled the coldness of the wind and snow, Ji Yao took a breath of hot air, put his palms and backs of his hands on the coffee cup in turn, and used the plastic bottle that was bigger than his palm as a hand warmer.

"No." Ji Yao said, "I feel the same."

Before Jiang Heng came here, he did a little strategy. Hearing this, he suggested, "Go to Hokkaido Shrine in the afternoon?"

"Why do I worship Japanese gods?" Ji Yao was puzzled: "He didn't bless me."

"Then make chocolate?" Jiang Heng gave an alternative with a good temper.

Ji Yao was obviously even more dissatisfied with this event. He imitated the scene of two old men crowded together in the chocolate workshop to boil the finished chocolate into sauce and then poured it into molds to freeze it into chocolate. He felt that it was a waste of life and wished he could Write the word nasty on the face.

He expressed his resistance calmly, Jiang Heng was not in a hurry, Shi Shiran folded the flyer and put it in his pocket, and then took away the pencil that Ji Yao was holding between his fingers.

He didn't wear gloves, his body temperature was lower than Ji Yao's, and his slender finger joints were a little red from the cold. Ji Yao was shocked by his ice, subconsciously grabbed his hand, and stuck the coffee on the back of his hand.

Jiang Heng was obviously appeased by this action, with a soft smile on his brows and eyes, he rubbed Ji Yao's fingertips, and pulled his hand away.

"Forget it." Jiang Heng said: "Go and pack your luggage first, then have lunch."

It's only 10:30am and they have plenty of time to kill.Jiang Heng didn't have any obsession with checking in the scenic spots. Anyway, they came out to relax. As long as they had fun, it didn't matter where they went.

This activity was obviously much more "normal". Ji Yao stood up and stamped the snow on his feet, only then did he realize something.

"Why did you only buy a cup of coffee?" Ji Yao asked.

Jiang Heng walked around him, then pulled the suitcase lever with one hand, grabbed Ji Yao's hand with the other hand, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Because I don't have anything to hold." Jiang Heng said confidently.

Ji Yao sometimes admires Jiang Heng's enigmatic connections. He seems to be able to develop a bunch of useful friends in every corner no matter what he wants to do.

He didn't know which friend he went through, and booked a hot spring hotel that was completely closed to the public.The location of the hotel is remote, and the facade is even a bit simple from the outside. It is mainly made of bamboo and wood, which is very similar to the architectural style of the last century.

There is not even a signboard outside this homestay, and it is only when you enter the door that you find something strange.

The dry mountains and waters in the atrium are carefully maintained, and you can smell a strong sulfur smell as soon as you enter the door. The air is filled with moist and warm water vapor. Ji Yao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he has stepped into the door of spring from winter.

The manager of the homestay is a woman who is nearly fifty years old. Although she is already old, she can still see the good looks of her youth on her face, which still has a hint of charm.

She came forward and greeted Jiang Heng and Ji Yao with a smile.

"East Garden is reserved." Jiang Heng said.

The proprietress nodded knowingly, greeted a young boy, and helped Jiang Heng carry his luggage inside.

Ji Yao's Japanese is average, his vocabulary is only in the daily language, and his level is only hovering at the level of normal communication with people in a mixed way of Japanese and English.

It's a pity that the proprietress spoke with a little accent, and when she spoke fast, Ji Yao seemed to be listening to a cloze listening test, and even guessed with a blind guess.

Fortunately, Jiang Heng has no obstacles to this communication mode at all, otherwise they can only make gestures and guesses to successfully check in.

The proprietress quickly introduced the situation, and then sent Jiang Heng and Ji Yao to the room they had reserved, then smiled and saluted, and helped them close the door.

"There are a total of eight rooms here, and all of them are fully booked." Jiang Heng translated thoughtfully: "So there will be a performance in the hall at 08:30 in the evening. If you are interested, you can participate."

"What performance?" Ji Yao asked.

Jiang Heng obviously knew the answer to this question, but he didn't say it clearly. He winked at Ji Yao and said with a smile: "Folk performance."

While talking, someone knocked on the door again, Jiang Heng opened the door and looked, only to find that it was the boy who had just carried his luggage for him and returned.

In his hand, he held two letterheads that looked like flower lotus, and handed them to Jiang Heng.

"This is an identity ticket." The young man's English is obviously not very proficient, and he stumbled a little in the face of foreign guests: "Participate in the banquet at night with the ticket."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Heng said.

Outside the east garden is an open-air bamboo forest. The season is not good now, and the bamboo forest looks a little yellow and desolate. The leaves have fallen on the ground with a thin layer and have not been cleaned.

The hot spring is hidden deep in the bamboo forest, and the rising water mist is condensed in the cold temperature.

The temperature inside the house was much higher than outside, and Ji Yao had a thin layer of sweat on his body. After catching the plane, he was outside in the cold all morning. Now when he entered the house, he was lazy and didn't like to move at all. Simply take off your coat and hang it to the side, and prepare lunch here at the B&B.

Jiang Heng packed his luggage, and when he turned his head, he found that Ji Yao was gone. He looked around the room wonderingly, and finally found Ji Yao in the living room near the courtyard.

Ji Yao had already taken off his coat, only wearing a light brown turtleneck sweater, and was standing by the door looking at the bamboo forest outside.

Jiang Heng walked over, wrapped his arms around his waist intimately from behind, and put his chin in the socket of his neck.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Heng asked.

"Looking at the hot spring." Ji Yao said, "It's very comfortable to look at, and it can just make up for my lack of rushing homework last week."

Jiang Heng smiled sullenly, his smile seemed to be in his chest, Ji Yao could clearly feel the vibration in his chest.

"There is plenty of time." Jiang Heng held Ji Yao's earlobe sideways, rubbed it lightly with the tip of his teeth, and said vaguely, "If you like, you can stay here for the next seven days."

Ji Yao hissed softly, half of his body felt numb and itchy.His earlobe is a sensitive area, and it will turn red when someone touches it lightly. Jiang Heng thought it was cute and couldn't help but lick it again.

Ji Yao broke away from his embrace, turned around in this posture, and faced him face to face.

Jiang Heng licked his lips, lowered his head in this posture, and kissed Ji Yao.

He fumbled to grab Ji Yao's hand, interlocked his fingers, and pressed his wrist against the door panel.

Ji Yao quickly responded to the past - we are all adults, and we all know what this trip means, there is obviously no need to be hypocritical now.

After the kiss was over, Jiang Heng squeezed Ji Yao's knuckles with great interest, and rubbed his forehead.

"Jiang Heng." Ji Yao suddenly said.

Jiang Heng: "Huh?"

"Ge Xing called me before and asked me when the class would start." Ji Yao joked.

"He has such leisurely thoughts all day long." Jiang Heng complained: "He may be from the gossip branch of the CIA, so ignore him."

"Actually, I want to ask too." Ji Yao stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Heng's face, because not long after he came in from the outside, his whole body still felt cool: "What do you like about me?"

"Do you need a reason to like it?" Jiang Heng said, "I'm used to it, being comfortable together—it's such a simple thing."

Ji Yao blinked and looked at him with a half-smile.

They confronted each other for a while, Jiang Heng gave up first, smiled and kissed him.

"I don't want to give it to others, I want to monopolize it, I want to see a side of you that others can't see, the more we get along, the more I want to know more." Jiang Heng said: "When novelty is no longer the first priority I consider, it is Liked it."

Jiang Heng is quite frank on this point, he never hides his intentions, and he doesn't feel ashamed to admit that he likes it, he just says what he has.

Ji Yao's eyes softened, and he smiled against his forehead.

"Then what do you like about me?" Jiang Heng asked.

"I like your safety." Ji Yao said quickly.

Jiang Heng was immediately happy: "No one has used this word to describe me."

"You just need to know that you are fine." Ji Yao patted the snow-melted water stains on his shoulder, and said softly, "Keep the status quo, and I can always like you."