Disciplinary Guidelines

That ambiguous game ended with Jiang Heng's victory.

Although Ji Yao was strong six years ago, he was young and energetic and kept his word. Although he was reluctant, he finally accepted a certain kind of fate in a natural atmosphere.

The coin confirmed their relationship, but disappeared mysteriously the next day.However, Jiang Heng didn't care about it at the time, he just thought that he had put it somewhere and lost it.

It was not until a long time later that the coin inexplicably fell out of the depths of his closet, and has been kept by him until today.

From Beijing to London, and from London back to Shanghai.

What am I doing, Jiang Heng thought suddenly.

He rubbed the cold coin in his hand, sat quietly for a while, and then smiled vaguely, then bowed his body with difficulty, opened the drawer, and put the coin in.

The metal collided with the wooden products, making a very light collision sound. Jiang Heng sat on the edge of the bed with his waist bowed, suddenly feeling very bored.

Maybe it's because people feel fragile when they are sick. Jiang Heng has never felt that this house is so big that it seems a little empty.

So empty that when he was quiet, there was no life in the room at all.

The house that Jiang Heng stayed in was a second-hand house. He has not been back for a short time, and he hasn't had time to take care of his private area, so that the decoration level of this house is still at the level of ten years ago.

The high-tech furniture system has not yet entered the house, and the only thing in the room that can work without Jiang Heng himself is the sweeping robot.

It was already dark outside, and the only light source in the room was the dim bedside lamp. Jiang Heng glanced out along the wide-open bedroom door, and saw only the dark night, and the looming outline of the furniture in the night.

Jiang Heng didn't like this kind of extremely quiet darkness, and wanted to stand up and turn on the light, but the incision was stretched and hurt.He sat on the edge of the bed and weighed it for a while with his eyes downcast, and finally decided to forget it.

He sat and rested by the bed for a while, then stood up slowly, changed into his pajamas, shook off the quilt and stuffed himself in.

He lay down and found that he forgot to turn off the bedside lamp, but Jiang Heng checked the distance with his eyes, weighed his physical condition, and gave up the idea of ​​getting up again.

Jiang Heng is not used to the unfamiliar and open resting environment. During the few days in the hospital, his resting time was compressed into fragments of different lengths. He could wake up three or four times a night, and his mental exhaustion had reached his preset dangerous value.

He was obviously very tired, but he closed his eyes and lay down for a while, but he still didn't feel sleepy at all.

The bedside lamp exudes a soft halo, because of the color, it is easy to give people an illusion of warmth.

Jiang Heng opened his eyes, and suddenly remembered the paper lanterns with patterns of flowers and plants in the hot spring hotel in Hokkaido.

The two similar visual senses overlapped into the same picture in his memory. Jiang Heng stretched out his hand to cover something, so the shallow halo flowed down gently along his fingers, and fell into his eyes finely.

After a while, the silent atmosphere was suddenly broken by the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone. Jiang Heng's mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated, bringing him back to the hustle and bustle of daily life in an instant.

"Hey?"

"Have you returned to your country?" The voice on the phone was startled: "You didn't tell me first!"

"Ge Xing?" Jiang Heng moved away from the screen unexpectedly, glanced at the caller ID on it to confirm: "How do you know?"

"Ji Yao told me." Ge Xing leaned on the balcony, biting his cigarette holder, and said vaguely: "He told me a few days ago that you were in Shanghai, and I only found out—what happened two days before your call? Can’t get through, how about avoiding debts?”

Jiang Heng's attention was narrowed into a line by the familiar name, and then he laughed again.

"It was cut." Jiang Heng joked: "I just came out of the ward, and now I still smell of disinfectant."

Ge Xing on the other side of the phone groaned: "It's all right, is it serious, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiang Heng said in a relaxed tone: "I happened to meet a good doctor with a good hand and a kind heart, and saved my life just in time."

Ge Xing didn't think much, and said casually: "Then you have to give someone a pennant."

Jiang Heng propped himself up on the head of the bed and sat up, and said a few words of what he should.

There was a wave of greetings from the other end of the phone, and Ge Xing's name could be faintly heard.Jiang Heng glanced at the time, and found that it happened to be the beginning of Boss Ge's night show time.

In the past two years, the frequency of their contact was not high, and the subtly separated life circles caused a blank topic. Jiang Heng was about to end this greeting smoothly, but Ge Xing opened his mouth first.

"Back then..." Ge Xing paused, as if taking a puff of cigarette, and then continued, "Why did you leave in such a hurry?"

This question caught Jiang Heng, and like a needle pierced through the blankness of the past few years, Jiang Heng felt relieved, as if the atmosphere of this phone call had returned to a few years ago.

He licked his lips, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"There is no reason." Jiang Heng said: "It happens to be free, and I want to go out for further studies, so I should take it easy."

Ge Xing chuckled, as if mocking his duplicity.

"I have nothing to say anyway." Ge Xing sat on the balcony railing, squinted his eyes and popped out the cigarette butt, watching a little fire draw an arc in mid-air, and finally fell into the swimming pool in the villa courtyard and went out.

"Just to tell you, I also sent your phone number to Ji Yao." Ge Xing said, "He came to ask me a few days ago, and I just told him your current situation."

The director of the gossip bureau, Jiang Heng thought, he couldn't really come out of the CIA.

As soon as Jiang Heng heard it, he knew that Ge Xing didn't know that the good doctor with "skillful hands and benevolent heart" was Ji Yao himself.

But when Ji Yao asked him what he was doing, Jiang Heng was a little surprised. He thought that Ji Yao wished he would never see him again and never meet him again.

and also--

"After all these years, I still don't understand." Jiang Heng said, "It's fine if you pull the red line, and you even care about the breakup. Does your dating agency still provide after-sales services?"

"You don't understand." Ge Xing's voice was ethereal: "I just want to prove that people like us can't just live and die. Why can't being gay be happy and last long?"

Jiang Heng was stunned.

"I don't have a chance." Ge Xing said, "Come on."

It was rare for Boss Ge to confide something in his heart, he didn't use his philanthropic theory to fool people, he was a little embarrassed after he finished speaking, sighed faintly, and hung up the phone on the pretext of going to play.

Jiang Heng was interrupted by Ge Xing, and the remaining drowsiness completely disappeared.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, looked at the screen of the phone that was hung up, and finally decided to give up the invalid sleep time.

He selectively ignored Gao Jingyi's "warning" and called the law firm's office.

The upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked. At this point, there were still interns staying in the law firm to work overtime. Jiang Heng's phone rang twice before he was connected.

"Did Mr. Gao transfer a case before?" Jiang Heng said, "Send me the information."