Disciplinary Guidelines

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At 06:30 in the evening, all parts of Shanghai were blocked.

Zhou Qingbai's bar is located in the old city, which is full of occupied alleys and wires pulled from mid-air.The aroma of food emanates from the cramped low windows, adding a bit of warmth to the cold air.

Ji Yao scrambled to keep up with the car in front, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Heng from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Heng's car comes with fixed-point navigation, and when he gets on the car, the smart option will automatically pop up and ask the driver whether he is going to "home" or "work", without giving directions.

So from the moment he got in the car, Jiang Heng didn't say a word to him.

He lowered the back of the seat a little, wrapped his coat tightly around his body, tilted his head slightly towards the outside of the car, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

It was rare for Ji Yao to see such obvious tiredness on his face, so he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Jiang Heng is a very self-disciplined person, not to mention in their good friendship circle, but looking at the entire circle of peers, his self-control ability is top-notch.

He is passionate about his work, but he is very good at his physical fitness. Compared with other lawyers who don't know the day and night when they are busy, Jiang Heng will not only control his three meals a day, but also take time to exercise.

In Ji Yao's view, Jiang Heng has an almost scientific ability to allocate his energy. He knows where his rated value is, so every time he reaches the critical point, he will take a rest in time and replenish energy to ensure that he will not Life and work are affected by excessive fatigue.

According to him, this is the most efficient way of operating.

Ji Yao is used to his always energetic appearance, but now at first glance he is not used to it.

The car in front slowly moved forward a little bit, Ji Yao repeated the mechanical action of accelerator and brake, the music in the car stereo went through the entire list, and returned to the first song again.

Jiang Heng has good taste, and most of the lists are pure music that is not noisy, mostly piano and cello.Ji Yao's fingertips tapped to the music, appearing calm in the long traffic jam.

From the corner of my eye, the colored striped lights from the door of the hair salon outside fell on Jiang Heng, from his shoulders all the way up, illuminating half of his face.

Ji Yao couldn't help but glanced at him again, and suddenly found that he seemed to have seen too many "Jiang Heng" in this period of time—the embarrassing, sick-looking, unkind, calm and capable, and even I'm so tired now.

In these two months, he saw more Jiang Heng than he saw in the three years of dating.

Jiang Heng's clear and shallow breathing mixed with the sound of the piano, creating an inexplicable peaceful atmosphere. Looking at his tightly wrapped neckline, Ji Yao couldn't help but turn up the air conditioner by two degrees.

There were sundries and bicycles on both sides of the alley. Jiang Heng's car was so new that even the film hadn't been torn off. Ji Yao drove carefully for fear of scratching the car.

Half an hour later, he merged into the main road with the traffic in this state of "seeing six roads and listening to all directions".The navigation asked him to turn left, but Ji Yao didn't listen to it. He drove forward for another 300 meters, and then stopped on the side of the road.

He parked the car on the side of the road, took the phone and got out of the car.

The car door made a light closing sound, Jiang Heng opened his eyes, and looked at Ji Yao's figure along the window.

The temperature in Shanghai is very low today, and it is raining lightly. Ji Yao tightened his neckline and hurried into a 24-hour pharmacy by the side of the road.

In fact, Jiang Heng hadn't fallen asleep, just closed his eyes and dozed off.He felt tired from the bottom of his heart, so he wasn't even in the mood for pleasantries.

The pharmacy has a transparent glass door. From Jiang Heng's perspective, Ji Yao can be seen clearly.

He stood in front of the medicine cabinet, pointed to the display cabinet behind and exchanged a few words with the clerk, then nodded, and wrote a few words on the purchase slip handed over by the clerk.

Looking at his profile, Jiang Heng felt that he suddenly overlapped with a few years ago.

In the year after he and Ji Yao lived together, when Ji's father and mother hadn't strongly intervened in their lives, Ji Yao had a busy period for a few days.

At that time, I had to prepare my graduation thesis while working on my project, so I didn’t touch the ground almost every day, so I temporarily moved back to school.

Jiang Heng happened to go to a rural area in the western suburbs of Beijing with an intern teacher from the law firm for legal aid.They were fine when they went, but they were not prepared enough. When they came back, there was a heavy rainstorm, and the car was stuck on the way.

It took them more than half an hour to move the stone in the rain before they pushed the car out in embarrassment. It was dark when they returned to downtown Beijing.

Relying on his youth, strength and good health, Jiang Heng first sent his teacher and two junior sisters home one by one, and then took a taxi home by himself.

However, he was exposed to rain and wind, and when he got home and took a hot bath, he felt top-heavy and wobbled when he walked.

At that time, he and Ji Yao had a good relationship. If they didn't see each other every day, they would make a video call to communicate with each other.That day Jiang Heng was afraid that Ji Yao would notice something, so he changed the video call to a voice call.

Ji Yao was very busy that day, and he didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with him. After a few quick words with him, he was called away by his tutor and classmates.

Jiang Heng felt badly, and was about to rest for a while before going to the hospital, so wrapped in a blanket, he fell asleep on the sofa without knowing it.

He had been half asleep and half awake for an unknown amount of time, when he heard a slight sound from the living room door, the fingerprint lock was operating, the doorknob was bent downward, and a gust of cool wind rushed in, which made him shudder. trembling.

The next second, a cool hand reached over and touched his forehead.

"You can really do it." Ji Yao said, "Just sleep on the sofa?"

Jiang Heng held his wrist, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, and smiled at him with narrowed eyes: "Why are you back?"

"I'm a doctor." At that time, Ji Yao had completed the stage of clinical medicine, and said angrily, "Your voice is so hoarse that I can't hear it?"

From Jiang Heng's personal experience, Ji Yao is obviously not an angelic doctor who makes people feel happy. His professional attitude is very ordinary.

"You know to check the weather forecast when you're on a date, but you don't know when you're on a business trip." Ji Yao put the water glass into Jiang Heng's hand a little rudely, and said, "Go back to the bedroom after taking the medicine, it's midnight, you'll be late tomorrow Get up."

While talking, Jiang Heng was completely awake. He was sitting on the sofa with a blanket on. Hearing this, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall, only to realize that it was already 01:30 midnight.

The shoulder bag that Ji Yao brought back was bulging, and it was full of materials he needed to use, as well as unfinished homework.

He complained about Jiang Heng, but there was nothing short of what he had to do. He quickly pulled out the thermometer and poked it for him, and then changed Jiang Heng for a glass of slightly scalding water.

After Jiang Heng took the medicine, he was driven back to the room, but Ji Yao didn't follow him back to the room, instead, he tossed and rattled outside for half an hour, and finally brought Jiang Heng a bowl of porridge that smelled of burnt.

The temperature of the air conditioner was high that day, and the bedside lamp was emitting a dim light. Ji Yao sat at the desk next to the bed and continued to catch up on his Deadline. Jiang Heng sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly eating the bowl of bad taste Porridge.