my boyfriend is too random

"Imperial Chef" Ding Zimu's cakes have not yet been made, and the National Day is coming one after another.This kind of long holiday is the busiest time in the amusement park, and Ding Zimu's duty schedule is fully booked.After Yang Yiming learned about it, he was really embarrassed to bother someone to make him a cake at this time, so he let it go.

Yang Yiming thought that there was nothing to do during the holiday anyway, so he simply finished what he hadn't done last time.So he drove to the orphanage, took a tape measure and spent a whole day in the activity room doing design, and then started to visit various furniture markets.The dean gave him so little money in total, and the money would not be enough to break into eight-petaled flowers. Yang Yiming used his expertise as an otaku, went home and spent a lot of time browsing the major electronic shopping malls on the Internet. If you put it together, you can almost put things together.

At the end of the long vacation, Yang Yiming received a call from the orphanage. The uncle in the reception room complained that the small room in the reception room could not hold his couriers.Yang Yiming smiled and said to deal with it as soon as possible, so on the last day of the holiday, he dug out an old suit and put it on, and went all the way to the orphanage to prepare for a day of hard work.

It's the first rain in autumn, it's not heavy, but it's very cold.

When Yang Yiming arrived at the orphanage, he was surprised to find that the reception room was almost emptied.The old man slowly put down the mobile version of Doudizhu, which was still raging in his hands, and told Yang Yiming: "Mumu came last night and helped you move some up, and I moved some more early this morning, so there is nothing left for me. Mr. Yang, if you go upstairs, take these two boxes with you."

Yang Yiming thanked him, and climbed up to the fifth floor with two small cardboard boxes in his arms.

All the windows in the activity room were wide open, and the room was very cold and damp with moisture.Ding Zimu was wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt, pushing a big box to the corner with great effort.It has probably been working for a while, but he is actually a little sweaty, and the thin material sticks to his back, outlining the beautiful lines of the shoulders and back.Yang Yiming leaned against the door and took a look. He felt that the boy looked very thin, but unexpectedly he was quite strong. The muscles that stretched when he exerted force showed toughness. Well, he is a good fighter.

Yang Yiming regretted it a bit. He should have looked more at the entrance of the amusement park. It was probably quite interesting.Ding Zimu didn't notice the two gazes behind him, he bent down to pick up a square box, and stretched out a beautiful waistline, smooth and graceful.Yang Yiming glanced at Ding Zimu's waist, it was really pleasing to the eye, and it made people happy just looking at it.

"Ding Zimu." Yang Yiming looked at it silently for a while and then called out unexpectedly, "Where's my cake?"

Ding Zimu was startled, and when he turned around, he still had a flustered expression on his face. After he saw Yang Yiming clearly, he showed a nice smile again: "Ah, Mr. Yang, you are here. If you want to eat cake, it's not every minute." What about it, now I will work for you, can't I make atonement for my crime?"

"Okay, why not." Yang Yiming walked in and put down the suitcase, and asked casually, "Isn't the National Day period your busiest time? Why don't you have to go to work today?"

"Give me that box." Ding Zimu came over to take the two small boxes, turned his head and walked back to the other side of the activity room, "Mr. Yang, look at where all these things are placed. I see what's inside the box. It seems to be a low cabinet, originally intended to be assembled for you, but let’s wait until you come to have a look.”

Yang Yiming was stunned for a moment, feeling a little puzzled, of course he heard that Ding Zimu deliberately avoided his question.Whether to go to work or not is a small problem that is not worth mentioning, but Ding Zimu's deliberate avoidance is a bit abnormal.

"Take it apart," Yang Yiming said pretending not to care, "just help me assemble these cabinets, I really can't do it."

Ding Zimu was very happy, and he took all the boxes apart, and the originally empty activity room was immediately piled up to the brim.

"I'm exhausted today," Yang Yiming looked around the room and sighed, "We need to find two helpers."

"Originally, a few children said they would come to help, but I thought that these are all pieces of wood and iron, in case they bump into each other again." Ding Zimu patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me, I will It's all done for you."

Yang Yiming glanced at Ding Zimu with disdain, and said, "I'll wait and see."

As a result, Ding Zimu, the chief pastry chef and chief laborer of Yuqian, became excited like chicken blood, and Yang Yiming threw off his arms and began to work with his enthusiasm.The two of them busily tossed and tossed together for most of the day, and finally assembled the large pieces of furniture, leaving only a bunch of small belongings.During the hectic process, children kept running up to watch, and they would grab Ding Zimu and ask, "Brother Mumu, what is Teacher Yang doing like this?" "Brother Mumu, can we come here to play in the future?" "Mumu Brother Mu, can we have afternoon tea here?" "Brother Mumu, what is afternoon tea"...

Probably because they are not familiar with Yang Yiming, almost all the children are chattering around Ding Zimu.Every time Ding Zimu would put down his work and explain to them seriously, sometimes he would squat down to wipe the dirty face of the younger children or tie loose shoelaces.He has a good temper, and he never seems to be irritable, and he never raises his voice one degree from the beginning to the end, nor does he drive those children away.

The progress of cleaning the house was much slower, but Yang Yiming didn't care.He watched Ding Zimu talk to those children, he liked to hear those children chirping "Brother Mumu", and he also liked to see the gentle smile on Ding Zimu's face that never changed.When Ding Zimu talked to the child, Yang Yiming would walk over and take over the work from him.He moved the cabinet and walked from one end of the room to the other, thinking as he walked, working in the orphanage was much more interesting than in school.

When the house was almost tidied up, Yang Yiming supported his lower back and yelled tirelessly: "No, no, no, let's stop here today, I can't do any more, I have to rest."

"Mr. Yang, you lack exercise. You are tired from moving two boxes." Ding Zimu squatted on the ground to clean up the mess.He flattened all the paper products, stacked them in categories, and tied them with plastic strings.Then gather the foam together and wrap it in a big plastic, and tie all the plastic products together.Yang Yiming sat and watched Ding Zimu tidy up in an orderly manner. After a while, the messy room became tidy: there was a low cabinet against the wall, and a long strip of soft board was hung on the low cabinet, which was used to fix various items. Publicity, notices and other materials.Yang Yiming's office area is in another corner of the activity room, next to a window, sitting at the desk, just tilting his head to see the scenery of the window.In front of the desk, Ding Zimu specially placed a small bookshelf, which symbolically created a small partition and gave Yang Yiming a small "privacy" space.There is a row of small fabric sofas under the other windows, and the shelf is placed on the other side of the sofa, and some small items that are usually used at hand are placed on the shelf.

Yang Yiming felt that Ding Zimu was definitely a close friend of the obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. Watching him tidy up his things and being cured in minutes, and thinking about his standard otaku kennel, Yang Yiming suddenly had a strong desire to find someone The reason is to trick the child home, it doesn't take long, just one day, to ensure that his kennel can become a model room.

But from this point of view, a person like Ding Zimu should be very rational, calm, and relatively patient. If he can tease such a person to the point of losing his mind and be so angry that he fights, then the rank of the other party is indeed not low.Yang Yiming himself couldn't explain why he was still brooding over the scene at the gate of the playground. He couldn't forget Ding Zimu's murderous eyes, his cold tone, and his hand holding his father. The other hand was clenched into a fist, ignoring the opponent's fists and feet and mercilessly greeted himself, just slamming the opponent's head once and for all.

Of course, I can't forget that he looked up at himself and said coldly, "I don't know him."

At that time, what happened, what did the child's father say, what did he do, so that such a person who is used to restraining himself, polite and even a little too cautious lost control to such an extent?

Ding Zimu didn't know what was going on in Yang Yiming's mind. He carefully put away all the waste paper and packaging ropes on the ground, put the sorting codes that could be reused and those that needed to be thrown away, and then stacked up the last small box and took a photo. She clapped her hands and said to Yang Yiming, "Mr. Yang, the big items are basically packed, what else do you need?"

"Food!" Yang Yiming shook his head, shook off the rambling thoughts in his mind, and said seriously, "I'm hungry. Let's stop eating in the cafeteria. We need to reward ourselves after a day's work. Go to the cafeteria downstairs for dinner." That's a test, not a treat, so let's go to the restaurant."

"Okay," Ding Zimu said, "You invited me to dinner last time, let me treat you today."

Yang Yiming came over and hooked Ding Zimu's shoulders, and walked out with his arms in his arms, saying as he walked, "I drive you to work, and let you pay for the treats, Ding Zimu, you are ruining your Teacher Yang, I am Do you still want to be famous in the first life?"

***

The two of them ate a meal and didn't know whether it was lunch or afternoon tea. The rain continued and the sky was a little dark.Yang Yiming started the car and slowly drove up the driveway. He said, "Ding Zimu, let me take you home. Don't do it today. Take a good rest, and you should go to work tomorrow."

Ding Zimu paused and said, "Mr. Yang, I want to go to the orphanage to do some things first."

Yang Yiming said: "Then let's go back to the orphanage first, and then I'll take you home. It's raining today, so the road is not easy."

Ding Zimu stopped talking.

Yang Yiming glanced at him sideways, and vaguely realized something in his heart.He was a little strange when he saw Ding Zimu today, because Ding Zimu told him before that he had to go to work for eleven or seven days off, so why would he rest today?And according to the words of the master in the delivery room, Ding Zimu should have lived in the orphanage last night.

Yang Yiming drove forward in silence for a while, the car was full of oppressive atmosphere.Ding Zimu became more and more embarrassed, he turned his head and looked out the window.

The windows of the car are covered with raindrops, and the drops of water rolled out in random patterns, criss-crossing on the glass, reflecting mottled light and shadow, and the red taillights of the car distorted the chaotic light.Outside the car, the anxious and irritable drivers kept honking their horns, and the beeping sound squeezed into the closed car door, got into the ears, and echoed sharply in the head over and over again.Ding Zimu felt that his heart was beating a little faster, and suddenly there was a feeling of weightlessness in his body. He subconsciously clenched the handle above the car door to make sure that he was sitting on the seat properly, but the feeling of being about to float was still getting worse. getting stronger.

Ding Zimu moved his sitting posture uneasily, leaned deeply into the back of the chair, and tried to close his eyes to force himself to calm down.When he opened his eyes again, he was horrified to see through the hazy mist on the windshield of the car, the figure of an eight or nine-year-old child ran past the car.Suddenly, the child stopped and stood directly in front of the vehicle. The expression of horror and anxiety on his face appeared in front of Ding Zimu's eyes very clearly through the dense rain curtain and Lu Li's windshield.

He was close to Ding Zimu almost nose to nose, staring at him.

There were tears in the child's eyes, but there was no expression, as if he were a dead person.

Ding Zimu felt that his throat was strangled by a hand, and he was firmly pressed against the back of the chair by a huge force without a chance to move, and he couldn't even utter a moan from his throat.All he could do was be forced to watch the kid, desperate and on the verge of collapse.

He knows this kid.