my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming arranged his another blind date on a Sunday afternoon, and he thought very comprehensively: make an appointment for dinner on Sunday, if you can chat, you can chat later; if you can't chat, excuse that you have to go to work the next day , you can end the date early, politely send the girl back, and then hurry home and go to sleep.

So on Sunday, Yang Yiming asked the girl to have dinner in the city center.This meal was very difficult, because Yang Shuangming is a face control, this girl is naturally good-looking.But as Yang Yiming said, looking good will definitely make your heart beat, but not necessarily make you think.But this girl has a good personality, and she can chat well with herself, and her family background is not bad...

In short, as a marriage partner, all the soft and hard indicators have met the standard, except for one point...

Where did Ding Zimu go?

This afternoon, when Yang Yiming called Ding Zimu, he found that Ding Zimu's cell phone was not answered; when he called the store, Yuan Qiao said that Ding Zimu was going to rest this afternoon; Yang and Luo Yang were even more confused; in the end they called back to Ding Zimu's house, but naturally no one answered.Yang Yiming left a message for everyone, and if anyone knows where Ding Zimu is, he will be notified immediately. Unfortunately, until now, there is still no news.

Where did this kid go?Yang Yiming was worried all the time, and he was even more worried when he thought of the elusive Da Ding, for fear that Da Ding would fight with others again somewhere.You know, it was Da Ding who fought hard, but it was Ding Zimu who was injured, and he must be the one who cleaned up the mess in the end.As a result, Yang Yiming, who was restless, was absent-minded even after eating a meal, and looked at his mobile phone more times than he looked at the beautiful woman opposite him.

"Teacher Yang, do you have something to do?" The girl sitting opposite asked generously.

"Ah," Yang Yiming didn't know what to say in embarrassment, he could only stammer, "It's nothing wrong."

"If there is something to do, let's break up today, it's okay."

Yang Yiming sighed silently, it seems that today's blind date failed, and no girl can bear it.

"I'm really sorry," Yang Yiming said politely, "It's true that something happened temporarily."

"Then you go to work first, I can go by myself." The girl stood up and said goodbye politely.Yang Yiming felt that the back of the girl turned around was like a slap in the face, slapping him hard on the face.But he can't care about this girl anymore, it's already past eight o'clock, and he still doesn't know where Ding Zimu is.

Yang Yiming paid the bill in a hurry, and when he walked out of the restaurant, he realized that he didn't know where to look for it. With the mentality of trying, he made another round of phone calls. What he didn't know before still didn't know. The phone calls still went unanswered.After thinking about it, he drove to Ding Zimu's former home.

The "ruins" over there are more dilapidated than it was more than a month ago. The autumn wind is gradually picking up, and the wind blows through the broken windows and doors, making a sharp roar. Yang Yiming tightens his clothes, turns on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and slowly walks into the in the dark.

The small yard of Ding Zimu's house was dark, but Yang Yiming didn't give up. He couldn't think of where else Ding Zimu could go.

"Ding Zimu!" ​​Yang Yiming began to shout at the top of his voice.

"Ding Zimu!" ​​Yang Yiming's voice echoed on the "ruins", and there was a bit of a shrill feeling.

"Hey." A reply came from behind a ruined wall, and Yang Yiming heaved a long sigh of relief.He stumbled over, walked around the wall, and by the dim street lights, he saw Ding Zimu wrapped in a jacket, squatting in a corner, surrounded by stray dogs.

"What are you doing?"

"Feed the dogs." Ding Zimu pointed to a circle of stray dogs on the ground, "They have been hungry for a long time."

Yang Yiming was so amused that he didn't know whether he should slap him or drag him over and scold him.

"Teacher Yang, what do you need from me?" Ding Zimu raised his head and asked.

"Can I whip you up?" Yang Yiming looked down at him and said, because of the not-so-bright light, he felt that Ding Zimu's face was not very good-looking. Although there was a little smile on his face, that smile looked like it It was forced out, and he was listless.

What Yang Yiming said was originally a joke, and no one could take it seriously. When Yang Yiming said it casually, he thought that Ding Zimu would laugh it off.But what he didn't expect was that Ding Zimu's reluctant smile disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Hit me...why?" Ding Zimu's face was extremely ugly under the dim light.

Yang Yiming immediately regretted it in his heart. He thought of Ding Zimu's terrible childhood, and realized that some jokes really cannot be made casually: "Why don't you just say it casually," Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's shoulder and said, "Just kidding, Besides, I really may not be able to beat you, you are skinny, but your strength is really great."

"If only I had such strength when I was young." Ding Zimu said quietly, a little fire suddenly ignited in his eyes, and the flash of hatred made him exude a kind of aura at that moment. Menacingly sharp.

"Da Ding?" Yang Yiming subconsciously called out, the voice was not loud, with a taste of testing.

Ding Zimu didn't respond to this new title, he stood up slowly: "It was too young at that time."

Yang Yiming's heart tightened suddenly, and he suddenly realized that this was the first time Ding Zimu mentioned "childhood", so he immediately asked: "Why do you say that?"

Ding Zimu blinked, looked straight at Yang Yiming, and said softly, "Mr. Yang, you asked the question knowingly."

Yang Yiming said frankly: "I know what I know, what you say is what you say, it's two different things."

"Why do you have to tell me?"

Yang Yiming hesitated for a while. Strictly speaking, now is not a good time. He should wait until Ding Zimu has more trust in himself and feels more secure in the surrounding environment before guiding him to recall.But today this opportunity is really rare, no matter why Ding Zimu suddenly has the desire to confide, he does not want to miss this opportunity.

"Because you have to face it, no matter how much you hate or loathe it, it exists objectively, and you have to learn to accept it." Yang Yiming carefully observed Ding Zimu's expression.He was very worried about Ding, because Yang Yiming was sure that at this moment, Ding must really want to stop Ding Zimu, but he needed Ding Zimu to continue.

"Teacher Yang, I can accept it, but I just don't want to recall it deliberately." Ding Zimu said in his accustomed tone.

Yang Yiming wondered why Da Ding failed to come out, and guided Ding Zimu to continue: "Sometimes, memories don't make you more painful, on the contrary, they make you more relieved, and you will find that no matter how unbearable the past is, it will end up in the end." It's all over."

Ding Zimu smiled bitterly: "Actually, it's just numb."

"You can understand it this way," Yang Yiming shrugged, "but haven't we always been like this? My mother's cancer was not detected until the third stage, and it was a countdown as soon as the result came out. At that time, my sister and I were going crazy, who I can’t accept it either. I took my mother to see several hospitals, including hospitals in Beijing and Shanghai. What happened? I’m going home now. My mother will calmly explain the funeral to me, and my sister and I will listen calmly. Then, try to satisfy the old lady’s wishes. It’s not that we don’t feel uncomfortable or painful, but suffering and suffering are useless and can’t solve the problem. All we can do is admit it, and then try to make the ending as good as possible.”

Ding Zimu was silent for two seconds and said, "I'll make red bean rolls for auntie tomorrow."

"You can do whatever you want," Yang Yiming said firmly, not allowing him to change the subject, "Now let's talk about your childhood."

Ding Zimu lowered his head and looked at a group of stray dogs under his feet.There was a plastic bag on the ground, which contained dog food and some chopped ham sausages, which had been almost eaten by this time.The dogs were slowly spreading out, and there was a small one squatting under Ding Zimu's feet, slowly licking a meaty bone.Ding Zimu knelt down to touch the puppy again, Yang Yiming subconsciously wanted to give him a hand, for fear that the puppy might bite him or there might be fleas on his body.But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he forced himself to stop. He watched Ding Zimu stroke the puppy, then took out another ham sausage from his schoolbag, peeled off the casing and placed it in front of the puppy.The puppy whined twice with joy, then threw the meat and bone aside in a blink of an eye, and concentrated on gnawing on the ham sausage.

"When I was young, it was very difficult to eat a piece of ham." Ding Zimu did not stand up, and said slowly, "There is an old grandmother in the neighbor's house. Her grandson was taken away by her mother when she was very young. She My son is a lunatic, he often makes noises in the yard, takes off his clothes and rolls all over the floor..."

Yang Yiming squatted down next to Ding Zimu, and also reached out to touch the puppy. It was skinny, its hair was very rough, and it felt like it was covered with ashes.But Yang Yiming scratched the puppy's head as if he was completely unconscious.

Ding Zimu glanced sideways at Yang Yiming and asked, "Don't you think it's dirty?"

Yang Yiming smiled and said, "You wiped everything clean."

"Look, no matter how dirty something is, as long as someone is willing to touch it, it will always be clean."

"No matter how dirty something is, someone will always be willing to touch it." Yang Yiming turned his head, looked at Ding Zimu, and said word by word, "You have to believe, there will always be someone who is willing, sooner or later, there will definitely be one." .”

Ding Zimu blinked, under the dim light, Yang Yiming felt tears flashing.

"Actually, there are still people who are willing to touch me," Ding Zimu scratched the puppy's stomach. The puppy held the ham sausage in its two paws, and purred under Ding Zimu's palm, looking very enjoying it.He went on to say, "The neighbor's grandmother would secretly give me food, and sometimes she would give me ham sausage, the kind of ham sausage that is full of lean meat without starch, which is very delicious. I was reluctant to eat it all, so I would save half of it for me. Puppy, my dog ​​is called 'Puppy'."

"It's worthy of the name, a good name." Yang Yiming nodded, giving him an encouraging nod.

"Later..." Ding Zimu choked for a moment, "The puppy is pregnant and has a big belly. I think it should be given more nutrition, so I stole money from... that person's pocket to buy ham. Two yuan each, I take a little each time, he won't find out..."

Yang Yiming felt his heart tightening, and his palms were full of sweat.

"When I went home that day, the puppy was hung on the mosquito net pole next to my bed with its hind legs tied, and it hung there headfirst until it died." Ding Zimu stopped stroking the puppy, Then he said word by word, "I was eight years old that year."

Yang Yiming could barely breathe, he trembled uncontrollably, the hairs all over his body stood on end, he couldn't imagine how young Ding Zimu would be stimulated when he saw that scene, let alone the inevitable follow-up Beating.

Sure enough, Ding Zimu said hoarsely, "I was beaten badly. The man said I was a thief, just like my mother. One stole money and the other stole men."

Ding Zimu's face turned pale, and Yang Yiming could almost see the bursting blue blood vessels.He squatted there, trembling all over, crumbling.Yang Yiming knelt down resolutely, and the expensive jeans were immediately rubbed with dirty dirt and dog food. He grabbed Ding Zimu's hand and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly.

Ding Zimu's slight trembling gradually became more violent. He hesitantly stretched out his hand, and climbed up to Yang Yiming's waist little by little. He didn't dare to use force, but just put it there weakly, and then he circled it up forcefully after a while.

Yang Yiming could feel that Ding Zimu's arm was getting stronger gradually, little by little, and soon he felt a sense of suffocation, but he didn't let go and didn't push Ding Zimu away, instead he circled Ding Zimu even tighter.He reached out and pressed Ding Zimu's head on his shoulder, without saying a word, just patted Ding Zimu's head repeatedly.

Ding Zimu's muffled voice came out, and he said: "Mr. Yang, if I don't steal the money, the puppy can live a lifetime full of children and grandchildren."

Yang Yiming's angina began to throb, he didn't expect Ding Zimu to blame himself for this!

Ding Zimu coughed lightly, and with the air rushing out of his throat, he finally burst into tears uncontrollably.The deep cry echoed in the dim ruins, and Yang Yiming felt that the blowing autumn wind was bitingly cold.