Disciplinary Guidelines

During this week in Japan, in addition to revisiting the old places, Ji Yao and Jiang Heng also went skiing, went to the ranch, and made chocolate.

Ji Yao once disliked such meaningless and nasty activities, but this time he revisited his old place, he seemed to have somehow unloaded some burden, and became willing to try everything.

He and Jiang Heng spent a whole afternoon in the chocolate factory, enjoying themselves melting the chocolate and pouring it into molds, having a great time.

In the end, a total of more than 20 boxes of finished products and defective products were made. In order to take all these "hard work" back, the two of them had to buy a new suitcase at a nearby shopping mall.

"It's also pretty good." Jiang Heng looked at the half-person-high suitcase in his hand, and said optimistically: "The gift for going back is enough."

Ji Yao glanced at the bulging suitcase, and remembered how he would rather die than go to the chocolate factory six years ago, suddenly felt a bit slapped in the face, couldn't help coughing dryly, and looked away.

"Would you like to send a copy to your aunt?" Ji Yao asked, "It's the first time you make dessert by yourself."

In the past few months, Xiao Tong often talked with Jiang Heng on the phone, during which time he also intermittently asked about their living conditions, and had a few private chats with Ji Yao.

Ji Yao still felt awkward and restrained when facing her alone at first, but he gradually got used to it after a long time.He himself doesn't have a kind family environment, so he has a good impression of an enlightened elder like Xiao Tong. During this period of time, Ji Yao and Xiao Tong have a pretty good relationship.

"Forget it." Jiang Heng thought for a while, and said: "It's not a factory product, and the shelf life cannot be guaranteed. It may be damaged if it is sent."

Ji Yao thought he was right, so he didn't mention it again, but reached into the paper bag Jiang Heng was carrying, took out a chocolate ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

In addition to playing and relaxing, Dr. Jiang's key pendant has always been on Dr. Ji's mind. He went around and couldn't find the same one in his old place. A replacement was found in the glass workshop.

On the day we went to Otaru, it happened to be snowing in Hokkaido. Jiang Heng, wearing the same long down jacket as Ji Yao, got out of the car one after the other.

It is only a few hundred meters from the station to the canal. The Japanese-style town is mixed with a little European culture, and the architectural style looks completely different from that of the hot spring valley.

Because of the heavy snowfall, the weather looked gloomy, with a little indifferent and desolate atmosphere.Fortunately, the color of the glass lamp is very mild, so it more or less dispels the coldness of winter.

The museums and restaurants in the town are open, and warm lights are projected from the glass doors, blurred by the fog on the glass into an illusory halo.

The glass workshop is a famous scenic spot in Otaru. During the visit, Ji Yao accidentally glanced over a set of small objects on the display shelf next to him.

The set of ornaments is about two to three centimeters in size each, and they are all small and lively animals, such as brown bears, seals, or whales.Ji Yao observed for a while, and found that beside the pile of dolls, there were a bunch of supporting products such as lanyards, which seemed to be made into pendants.

The clarity and purity of glass products are obviously unmatched by other materials. Ji Yao stared at the doll set for a while, and his heart inevitably began to itch.

"Can glass be squeezed?" Ji Yao asked.

"Anything is fine." The reception staff of the glass workshop said with a smile: "If you have a pattern you like, you can also try to make it yourself. We have non-blowing craft experience programs for tourists here."

Jiang Heng, who was listening, guessed Ji Yao's thoughts in an instant. He couldn't help but hook his lips, and put his arms around Ji Yao's shoulders before he could answer.

"It's troublesome." Jiang Heng said to the receptionist, "Two seats are required."

"You know again?" Ji Yao asked back.

"What do you say." Jiang Heng lowered his head slightly, leaned close to his ear and whispered to him: "There is no pressure, no matter what you make, I will admit that it is a fox."

Ji Yao laughed angrily at him, couldn't help breaking away from his hand, and elbowed him unconvinced.

"No need." Ji Yao said, "Maybe I'm very talented."

Compared with handmade products such as pottery, glass is obviously more difficult to manipulate.Fortunately, Ji Yao was used to holding a scalpel, and his hands were so steady that even the glass master praised him again and again.

Jiang Heng is not as stable as he is. After trying it out, he simply decided not to embarrass himself, and only made two glasses with his own hands.

Ji Yao's progress was a bit slower than his, but it was still smooth. Jiang Heng glanced at him and saw that he was concentrating on his work, so he didn't bother him at all, put down his things, and went to the sales area for another round .

The glass handicrafts in Otaru are not bad. Jiang Heng bought a few souvenirs for Xiao Tong, wrote a greeting card and handed it to the clerk to forward, and then chose a few glass lamps for the new home that is being renovated.

When he returned to the experience area again, Ji Yao's fox had been finished and was waiting for the cooling to finish. Jiang Heng leaned over to take a look, and unexpectedly found that the finished product was not bad.

"Does it look good?" Ji Yao said, "I think it looks like it."

"It's very similar, and it looks better than the previous one." Jiang Heng said with a smile: "But isn't the glass material too dangerous, what if it breaks?"

Ji Yao is not worried about this problem at all, he has a strange trust in Jiang Heng, as if things will be properly kept as long as they are in his hands.

"You will protect it." Ji Yao said.

Hearing this, Jiang Heng touched the slightly cooled pendant, and smiled helplessly.

"It's broken." Jiang Heng said, "You found out."

As he spoke, he took out his key chain from his pocket, carefully took off the vicissitudes of the little fox on it, and replaced it with a new one.

"Won't you give me the old one?" Ji Yao asked.

"No." Jiang Heng smiled and straightened his waist, and said, "It's all mine."

After coming out of the glass workshop, the snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, Ji Yao and Jiang Heng were walking by the canal, and suddenly remembered an old Japanese movie he and Jiang Heng had watched many years ago.

Ji Yao himself is not too fond of stream-of-consciousness literary films, but because Jiang Heng likes all kinds of old movies, he also watched a lot of them with Jiang Heng before they broke up.

Ji Yao can't remember the name of that Japanese movie, only the nostalgic gray tone of the movie, and the iconic heavy snow in Hokkaido.

On that day, Ji Yao had too much to drink with the group meeting at noon, so he didn't have to go to school in the afternoon, so he stole half a day's leisure and stayed at home with Jiang Heng for an afternoon.

The textures of old movies are rich and delicate, but unfortunately Jiyao got dizzy when he saw half of them that day, and he didn’t remember anything about the plot, he only remembered that the soundtrack of the movie was very good.

"Did the movie we watched before be filmed here?" Ji Yao suddenly asked, "What's the name?"

Jiang Heng would never be stopped by this kind of question, he pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and smiled teasingly.

Ji Yao still wondered why he was laughing, and felt that Jiang Heng squeezed his hand in his pocket, and said with a smile, "It's called "Love Letter."

Ji Yao: "..."

This answer is obviously suspected of asking for a confession, Ji Yao coughed dryly, and said sincerely: "I said I really don't remember, do you believe it?"

"Of course I believe it." Jiang Heng said, "You drank too much that day, and you became dizzy just after watching a movie for half an hour. I don’t remember any plot either.”

This memory was completely unfamiliar to Ji Yao. He carefully recalled that dark afternoon that day, but for a moment he could only vaguely recall the movie soundtrack with some noise in the stereo.

But he didn't worry about the authenticity of this "accusation", he just squeezed Jiang Heng's hand in his pocket.

"Really?" Ji Yao said, "Then when we get home, let's watch the movie again."