my boyfriend is too random

It's hot, late at night.

In the dilapidated old city, there are many narrow alleys, and a few scattered low-wattage light bulbs are half-dead. The dim light does not shine very far, but it renders deep and shallow light spots on the mottled walls.The air was hot and humid, and every breath was filled with moisture mixed with the smell of garbage.

The demolition here is long overdue. The developer comes ten times a day to lobby the few residents. Power and water cuts are staged every three to five times. The TV can only receive four channels. Most residents have already moved in with the demolition funds. upstairs.The developer acted extremely quickly, moving away one house and demolishing another house, and the broken bricks and rocks were not cleared away after demolition, but deliberately piled there to show dilapidation and filth.Once it rains, it's a swamp where moss can be carpeted in a week.Every brick and every blade of grass here is showing a signal: this place is not suitable for living, move away quickly.

A small bungalow rented by Ding Zimu is located among the ruins. The one on the left has been demolished into ruins, while the one on the right is still there, but the owner has moved away long ago, leaving only one empty There was a piece of weeds growing in the small yard, under the dim light, it seemed that a piao would appear at any moment.

At this time, there really was a white shadow standing in front of Ding Zimu's house.

Ding Zimu stopped and stood in front of the huge white shadow without saying a word.

"Xiao Ding, why did you come back so late?" Bai Ying said impatiently.

Ding Zimu narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Aunt Wang who had been growing sideways for the past few years.

"Hey, hey," Aunt Wang desperately shook the big cattail fan in her hand, and the flesh on her body rippled layer by layer, causing the white cotton gown to tremble, "I'm telling you something serious. I have to raise the rent, another three hundred... It's not easy for me, look at the demolition here, I have to ask someone to connect the water and electricity for you alone, I'm almost running out of power in these dog days, Look at my prickly heat..."

"Row."

"So, you see, I know too... hey, what did you say?" Aunt Wang stopped the cattail fan in her hand, blinked her big goldfish eyes, and her oily face became even brighter.

Ding Zimu lowered his head slightly, under the dim light, most of his face was hidden in the dark, his eyes were shining brightly, impatient and somewhat fierce, his cold eyes passed through the lowered eyes The hair curtain was gouged on Aunt Wang's face, and the corners of her mouth were pursed into lines of impatience.Probably because the lights were too dim, Aunt Wang was frightened by Ding Zimusen's cold gaze.She shivered for a while, couldn't help but wanted to leave, but then asked worriedly: "It's three hundred?"

"Anything else?"

Aunt Wang looked at Ding Zimu, who was always smiling and always weak and talkative, and suddenly felt that she didn't recognize the young man in front of her. After a few seconds, she raised her voice and shouted: "Pay the rent next week!"

After shouting, she turned around and quickly slipped away. When she staggered to the end of the dark alley, she dared to mutter in a low voice: "Ding must have taken the wrong medicine today."

Ding Zimu, who had taken the wrong medicine, pushed open a rusty iron gate without looking sideways, and stepped into a small yard.The yard is very small, less than ten square meters. The edges of the paved stone slabs are full of damage, and only a small lamp is dimly lit.Ding Zimu walked across the yard in two steps and opened the door.

This is an old-fashioned bungalow with a double bed, an old three-door wardrobe, a TV on a chest of drawers, and a refrigerator in the corner.There is only a dining table and two chairs outside.The originally small room seemed empty because of the pitiful lack of furniture.

Ding Zimu turned on the air conditioner conveniently, the air conditioner made a terrifying roar, and began to blow air, but the wind didn't feel cool at all, and the hot and humid air rolled over the body made people feel like they were going to be soaked.

Ding Zimu took off his sweat-soaked clothes, walked into the yard naked, picked up a washbasin from the wall, filled a basin of cold water in front of the faucet in the corner of the yard, and rinsed his head. go down.

The cool water made Ding Zimu heave a sigh of relief, he threw the basin on the ground, then raised his arms to look, then turned his neck to look at his shoulders, purple scars clearly appeared on his skin, It looked like it had been beaten with a stick.

"Hiss..." Ding Zimu took a breath, shook his head irritably and said to himself, "It's so fucking annoying, tomorrow that idiot will have to think about it for a long time when he sees it!"

"Then keep your mouth shut and don't tell him." In the empty and dark courtyard, a serious voice suddenly sounded.