my boyfriend is too random

"Ding Zimu?" Yang Yiming called out tentatively.

Da Ding frowned slightly: "Go to the hospital."

Yang Yiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Da Ding, there is really no need to go."

"I'll call you a car at the door."

Yang Yiming looked at the figure of Ding walking out and his heart moved. Just now, the moment Ding begged and said "Please", Yang Yiming felt that it was Ding Zimu, and only Ding Zimu would beg him like this, and he would treat that little wound See bigger than the sky.As for Da Ding, he would only curl his lips: "Such a small injury, a man is so squeamish!"

To be honest, Yang Yiming was very disappointed, he really hoped that the person just now was Ding Zimu.Yang Yiming looked down at his legs. His ankle still hurt a little. When he turned around, he tripped and probably bruised his soft tissue. Now he can’t use his strength. The wound on his shoulder is also very painful, and he may still have tetanus. .

But it's nothing to hurt, really.As long as he thinks that the piece of broken glass will almost be inserted into Ding Zimu's back, and may even scratch his carotid artery... Yang Yiming couldn't help but tremble, he didn't dare to think about it any more.Before he knew it, he was completely used to the existence of Ding Zimu, and even missed that feeling.He likes having such a person at home, which brings him a kind of gentle and quiet feeling that he can't feel elsewhere. He never finds it troublesome to be around Ding Zimu, on the contrary, he thinks it is a rare enjoyment.Even if Ding Zimu sits quietly beside him and does nothing, it will make him feel at home, very down-to-earth, and very satisfied.

—This is simply too bad!

Yang Yiming slowly closed his eyes, really, it was terrible.I am cutting off all the back roads with one hand, step by step into a trap where I can't see the light and the future, and at the same time, I can't help but want to pull Ding Zimu into it too!

that's terrible!

Da Ding called a taxi, and dragged Yang Yiming to the hospital without saying a word but extremely forcefully.The wound was not big, and after two stitches, the two returned home.

"Go to bed and lie down." Da Ding said.

Yang Yiming inexplicably felt that Da Ding's aura today was not right, there was a kind of unquestionable decisiveness, which gave people a faint sense of oppression, and made people dare not disobey.Yang Yiming thought, as an adult, I can't compete with children, let alone a child who has just been wronged, and besides, I am a teacher, and I am a role model...

So Yang Yiming obediently climbed onto the bed.

After a while, Da Ding came out of the bathroom with a basin of warm water: "Take off your clothes."

Yang Yiming grinned and sat up and took off his clothes: "Say it sooner, I'll go to the bathroom directly, you see I'm already lying down and let me get up..."

"Where do you talk so much?"

Yang Yiming closed his mouth, slandering in his heart, if it wasn't for diverting your attention and making you happy, I wouldn't want to talk. I haven't had a fight in 20 years, and I'm almost exhausted after one fight.If Ding Zimu was here, he wouldn't talk so much.

Da Ding twisted a wet towel and carefully wiped Yang Yiming's shoulders, and the two of them got very close.Yang Yiming could smell Ding Zimu's scent, which was unique to the bakery, with a sweet and milky scent.Recently, the bakery specializes in chocolate, and you can smell the unique mellow aroma of chocolate when you smell it carefully.

Yang Yiming took a peek at Ding, the redness in his eyes had receded, the bruises on his forehead and eye sockets gradually appeared, and the corners of his mouth were a little torn, with a little bloodshot.Ding Zimu's skin was very fair, and the injuries looked shocking.

Yang Yiming frowned distressedly, Ding Zimu came back in a while, how to explain this to him?

Da Ding slowly wiped the blood stains around the wound, and while rinsing the towel, he met Yang Yiming's gaze, which was so gentle that he couldn't hide his distress.Da Ding was suddenly fixed by that gaze.

"Yang..." Da Ding barely popped out the word "Yang" and got stuck. He felt that he was about to be entangled in that gaze and couldn't break free.

"Does it hurt?" Yang Yiming carefully reached out and touched the corner of Ding's eyes.

Da Ding shook his head wildly, then nodded in a panic.

"Hey, why do you have to fight? Ignore him and it's over?"

"I..." Da Ding looked at Yang Yiming's disapproving gaze, and swallowed back his justification.

"You're just too violent," Yang Yiming sighed, "Look, Ding Zimu will start thinking wildly when he comes back, this injury..."

Da Ding narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he said word by word: "Are you worried about Ding Zimu?"

"Of course, he's not you!" Yang Yiming rolled his eyes, a person like Da Ding wouldn't be frightened by such small fights, but Ding Zimu came back soon, so how to appease him would be troublesome.

"You, feel sorry for him?" Ding's tone became a little fierce.

Yang Yiming noticed it right away, and he said, "Of course I love him, just like I love you. I'm worried about whoever hurts you."

Da Ding shook his head slowly: "No, you just feel sorry for Ding Zimu."

Yang Yiming tasted something different from these words: "I don't only feel sorry for him... Hey, Da Ding, what do you mean?"?

"I'm boring!" Ding stood up abruptly, threw the towel into the basin, and the splashed water wet the floor, "I'm so fucking boring!" After finishing speaking, he kicked Yang Yiming's bedroom away with the basin in his hand. The door went out.

Yang Yiming looked at the door that slammed shut in front of him, and felt cold: "It's over, the kid is jealous!"

Dading's roar came from outside the door: "Lie down and sleep!"

***

Da Ding threw the washbasin in the bathroom, making a loud noise.He turned on the faucet and washed his head with cold water. When he raised his head, he saw the face in the mirror that he had been looking at for many years.

I don't like this face, this face looks too weak, not strong enough, not tough enough, people feel easy to bully when looking at it, in fact, they are not less bullied.Everyone would think that with this face, he should have Ding Zimu's gentle and good temper, but can that be called "good temper"?That is clearly cowardly and incompetent!If he doesn't take action, that person will be bullied to death sooner or later.

But even so, why did everyone see only Ding Zimu?

Da Ding thought angrily: Teacher Feng only has obedient Ding Zimu in his eyes, Luo Yang only has gentle Ding Zimu in his eyes, Yuan Qiao only has careful Ding Zimu in his eyes, even Teacher Yang...

Before Yang Yiming appeared, he had been doing his best to protect Ding Zimu.My own existence is like a warrior with a halberd, ready to rush out to block all damage for Ding Zimu every day.For so many years, I only had one Ding Zimu in my life, and then I got that little one. The big one made me worry about it every day, protecting this one and comforting the other one, I was so busy but never begged for it. What.

This has always been what life is all about.

but……

Da Ding looked up at the face in the mirror, and now he suddenly had something he wanted.That day, in the rental house, Zheng Ge said to him before leaving: "You should also think about the future, it won't work like this."

Da Ding didn't think about the future, he always felt that his future was to guard Ding Zimu and appease that brat who shrank into the corner when he had nothing to do, and there was nothing wrong with that.

But Yang Yiming appeared.

This man is very strange, he talks about being "Yang Sansheng" every day, but when he faces Ding Zimu, his mother-in-law and mother-in-law talk about it, complaining every day that he is too poor, but he never asks Ding Zimu for a penny.Even if it's the money used to buy vegetables and bread, he will find a way to return it to Ding Zimu in other ways.He said that he was not sure that Ding Zimu could be cured, but...damn it, no matter whether it was Ding Zimu or himself, he only fucking trusted him--the devil knows where this insane trust comes from!

Da Ding stretched out his hand, and slowly touched the cold glass mirror. He put his finger on the neck of the image in the mirror, and slowly and then harder, until the mirror box made a slight sound before suddenly withdrawing his hand.

Ding lowered his head dejectedly: What should I do?

***

Yang Yiming sat on the bed, grabbed the notebook on the bedside table and began to check the mailbox. Professor Friedman from the United States still did not reply.Yang Yiming thought for a while and began to write the second letter. In this letter, he briefly talked about Ding Zimu's recent performance and put forward some of his own opinions.Whether Friedman can see it or not, it's always good to try.After writing the email to Friedman, he wrote another email to his mentor Zhao Zheng, expressing that he is very interested in DID recently and has some questions he would like to consult.

Responses or no responses, it's always good to try.

After finishing everything he could do, Yang Yiming sat on the bed and started to be in a daze. He always felt that Da Ding was a little abnormal today, but since his existence itself was abnormal, it was hard to say whether it was "abnormal".

Yang Yiming was dizzy from his own logic-death thoughts, and even felt the pain on his shoulders and backs. He lay down slowly, looked at the ceiling and thought, what should he do next?

This question troubled him every day, since he found out that Ding Zimu DID, he has been so at a loss.Da Ding was right, he didn't know how to treat Ding Zimu, all he could do was imitate some successful cases according to the scriptures.Gain his trust first, then give him a sense of security...

Now, Yang Yiming is sure about the former, but the latter... He smiled bitterly. If it was really safe, today's scene would never have happened. Even if it happened, Da Ding would not have a chance to come out.The appearance of Da Ding itself means that Ding Zimu is in fear and avoidance. Only when he hides behind others, in a corner, can he feel safe.

Yang Yiming has a sense of failure. He has been looking for the root of Ding Zimu's psychological trauma. He once thought he had found it, and that was the childhood abuse.But the scene that happened today faintly reveals a message - that's not all!A few hours have passed since I was engaged in hairpin work, and Ding Zimu still refuses to come back, and Da Ding also occupies Ding Zimu's body without any concession, even if he stays by his side, in this "safe" environment.

Yang Yiming thought of Da Ding's ferocious expression like a lone wolf, and the raised eyebrows just now... What kind of anger is this kid?Could it be that he discovered his feelings for Ding Zimu...

"It's over!" Yang Yiming wailed, feeling ashamed.

How to do?How to do?

***

At ten o'clock in the evening, Yang Yiming felt that no matter how embarrassing he was, he had to get up and face Ding Zimu or Da Ding.Because he was starving to death!

"Well... I'm hungry, I want to make bread noodles." Yang Yiming stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the people on the sofa, feeling a little at a loss.

"Hungry?" the person on the sofa asked coldly.

Nonsense, I ran out to help you fight without even eating dinner, can you not be hungry?Yang Yiming slandered, thinking that this must be Da Ding, Ding Zimu would not be so fierce, how gentle Ding Zimu is?Give me Ding Zimu back!

"What to eat?"

"Spicy pot."

Da Ding rolled his eyes at him, "Are you sick?"

"Then the noodle soup is ready." Yang Yiming counseled silently.Originally, he was a little afraid of Da Ding, who was like a lone wolf. In addition, his little thoughts about "teacher's dignity" were very likely to be discovered by Da Ding. Yang Yiming felt that he could not hold his head up in front of him. Come.

"Go to bed and stay."

Under Da Ding's sharp eyes, Yang Yiming climbed back to the bed obediently.

After a while, Da Ding came over with a bowl of hot noodle soup.Yang Yiming glanced helplessly, the soup was cloudy, the scallion was as big as a scallion, the egg flower was lying on the noodles half dead as if it had been ravaged, the tomatoes were cut into big and small, it was the end of being dismembered... …

It's hard to have an appetite, Yang Yiming took the noodles with a smile on his face and put them on the small kang table, saying sincerely, "Thank you."

Da Ding's face blushed slightly, and he was a bit squeamish: "Well... my craftsmanship is not as good as Ding Zimu's, so you can make do with it."

"This is not as good as it is," Yang Yiming said silently in his heart, "Your skills are almost catching up to my level."

Da Ding said, "Do you want to eat?"

Yang Yiming felt that the feeling in these words was: "Do you dare not eat?"

So he lowered his head and ate the noodles silently. It was really, really unpalatable!His heart burst into tears.

Da Ding sat on the sofa beside the bed and looked at Yang Yiming. He knew that this bowl of noodles would be terrible. This was his first time cooking. He had seen Ding Zimu cook before, and he felt very relaxed and simple, especially the noodles below.Dingzimu can chop chopped green onion, scald the tomatoes, peel the skin, cook the ingredients in a pot and add boiling water in 5 minutes, and a bowl of noodles can be served in 15 minutes.And if you make it yourself, you can only guarantee that it is cooked, and of course it may be too ripe.

Probably, Yang Yiming still prefers to eat the food made by Ding Zimu, he loves the dessert made by Ding Zimu so much.

Da Ding looked down at his hand. There was a blister on his hand. It was caused by the oil star collapsed when the pot was cooked just now. It was quite painful, but the pain miraculously disappeared when he saw Yang Yiming chomping on the noodles. .

Da Ding looked at his hands and suddenly asked, "Mr. Yang, why don't you get married?"

"Ah?" Yang Yiming was chewing hard on a hard tomato, and there was something hard inside, which should be an egg shell based on the taste.

"I said," Da Ding raised his head and asked, "Why don't you get married?"

"Knot," Yang Yiming said, "isn't this appropriate?"

Fuck, what kind of world is this?Yang Yiming shouted in his heart, has my marital problem hindered world peace?Why does everyone like to ask me this question?

"What do you like?"

"Gentleness, kindness, understanding, um... know how to do housework." Yang Yiming said casually. For an otaku, these conditions are all necessary.

"It sounds like... Ding Zimu is quite suitable."

"Fuck!" Yang Yiming choked in a mouthful of noodles without reservation, instantly coughed upside down, and tears flowed down like noodles.

Da Ding hurried over to help him pat his back, and said while patting, "As for it, I'll just say it casually if it scares you."

Yang Yiming couldn't breathe, but he thought to himself, "I'm not scared but guilty" okay!