my boyfriend is too random

In the dog days, the night is always cooler than the day, and there are huge crowds of people at the entrance of the amusement park.The driver parked the car and went with three or four welfare home teachers to play with the children. Yang Yiming walked slowly along the wall of the amusement park.

Not far from the gate of the amusement park is the bicycle parking area, and Yang Yiming saw a group of people surrounded there from a long distance away.He immediately adjusted his direction and planned to go around, watching the excitement was his most disgusting behavior.Just as he passed by the group of people, there was a sudden buzzing sound from the crowd, and the crowd dispersed because of the tight crowd.

Through the gaps between people, Yang Yiming saw the protagonist surrounded by the crowd: it was a child crying hoarsely, and the child's father was furiously grabbing a man by the collar, his fist was about to hit the man's face up.The people around couldn't help taking a step back, as if blood was about to splatter three feet.

In the summer, what are you doing so impatient, Yang Yiming quickened his pace and wanted to go around quickly.As soon as he took two steps, he suddenly heard a burst of exclamation from the crowd, followed by a muffled sound.Yang Yiming squinted and stopped involuntarily.

The father was overturned to the ground, and there was a young man standing next to him, wearing a light blue shirt and black trousers. The man lowered his head slightly, and his slightly long hair hung down. Yang Yiming could only see his lines A neat profile, and tightly clenched fists.

"You're looking for death!" The man on the ground turned over and sat up, and jumped on it without hesitation.

The two were actually about the same size, and they were indistinguishable in the fight, but Yang Yiming could tell that the young man shot very hard, and he didn't care how the opponent hit him, and he just focused on the opponent's head.This is a common method of fighting on the streets. If you kill one, you don't pay, and if you kill two, you earn one. At first glance, it looks like a gangster from street fighting. He has been in and out of the detention center several times.

Thinking of this, Yang Yiming immediately took steps under his feet, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.It's just that the child was crying hoarsely, as if he was going to die at any moment, so he couldn't help but yelled loudly: "Stop beating, you're frightening the child."

Immediately someone beside him spoke up: "That's right, stop beating, what a big deal, and scare the child again."

These words seemed to be quite effective, the young man stopped immediately, and the father took the opportunity to kick the opponent's lower abdomen.

The young man fell to the ground in an instant, his whole body curled up into a ball, and the people around him took two steps back chatteringly. Yang Yiming, who was standing still, was inadvertently surrounded by a wall of people.

"Young man, are you okay?" Someone bent down and asked.

"That's right!" Some people said bitterly, "Whoever told him to be cruel, look at the way he fights, if he doesn't keep it clean, he is a bastard."

"I really can't see it. I look at him and he's quite gentle."

"Hmph, neither of them is a good bird." Someone else said seemingly neutrally, "That father is not very good. His son was pushing a bicycle, and his son lowered his head and played with his mobile phone and bumped into it, knocking the boy down." And beat him up."

"That's right, just for the father, the child will not get better in the future."

……

There was a lot of discussion around, and when Yang Yiming was about to leave, he heard a person exclaiming: "Hey, he's bleeding."

There's nothing unusual about bleeding, it's completely normal for this fight to be bleeding like this.Yang Yiming glanced at the father, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and his face was covered with blood, and the nosebleed continued to flow down.While wiping his face with his hands, he rushed over and kicked the young man desperately.

The young man endured it silently, and suddenly caught the father's feet tightly in his arms, rolled away, and the father immediately fell to the ground with a bang.

"Don't hit, don't hit, call the police." The onlookers finally realized that the situation was a bit wrong, and they started shouting one after another—it's a pity that no one took out their mobile phones.

The child next to him was crying so hard that he almost lost his voice.

A few brave young men bent down to break the young man's hand, and some tried to pull the father, and after a long time they were finally pulled away.

"The police will be here soon, stop calling." An aunt in colorful clothes held up her mobile phone and shouted. Yang Yiming, who was standing next to her, sneered. He knew very well that this aunt didn't call the police at all, but waited for her The "little buddy" who danced together in the square called and said that he would be late, and it seemed that he planned to see the play to the end.

So, look at the dozens of people who braved the scorching heat to watch the excitement here, how many of them are really warm-hearted, and how many of them are really outspoken?

The young man still couldn't get up, and curled up on the ground. The father was probably a little scared, and kicked his stomach a few times, in case there was internal bleeding and internal organs ruptured or something...

"Bah, for the sake of the child, I don't care about it with you, boy, let's grow some eyes later." The father spat viciously and dragged his son out of the crowd.The people around looked at this man whose face was covered in blood and his eyes were red, and subconsciously took a step back to let him go.

The man on the ground panted quickly, and slowly turned over and lay on his back. Yang Yiming was surprised to find that the boy looked familiar: light blue shirt and black trousers; his eyes were closed, and two rows of thick eyelashes lay quietly on his back. On the face, although the face was rubbed with dust and there was a bruise on the forehead, but the fair complexion could still be seen.

The blood on his face looked shocking, and the cold sweat on his head was obviously painful.

Suddenly, Yang Yiming bent down and asked, "Ding...that...that Ding..." Yang Yiming thought, what is this child's name?

Ding Zimu didn't respond.

"Hey, how are you, is it hurting, are you still awake?" Yang Yiming also knew that he asked a little bit, but he didn't dare to touch him, and he didn't know what to ask.

Ding Zimu's chest rose and fell rapidly, and it was difficult to breathe.

Yang Yiming shrugged his shoulders and stood up straight. He had already asked, even if he had done his best, it was just a chance encounter, so he couldn't make trouble for himself, so he hurried away now, and he could still have a dinner at his sister's house. Yang Yiming turned his head and was about to go. The crowd squeezed out.

"Hey, you know him." The enthusiastic onlookers dragged Yang Yiming, "This is your friend?"

Yang Yiming shook his head, I can't even beat my eight-year-old niece, how could I know such a murderous god?

"Don't you know what his name is? If he is so injured, you should take him to the hospital."

"I do not know him."

"Why don't you know him? You still call him by his name. Just send him to the hospital, and it won't cost you."

"It's hard to say whether it will cost me or not. Anyway, it will definitely not cost you." Yang Yiming rolled his eyes, and was about to refute, when the person lying on the ground slowly sat up.

"Young man, let's go to the hospital." Someone said.

Ding Zimu shook his head slightly, still hanging his head, Yang Yiming looked down and could only see a section of fair neck.

"You ask your friend to take you to the hospital."

Ding Zimu slowly raised his head and looked up at Yang Yiming, his eyes were cold and fierce, coupled with the blood stains on his face, he really had a bit of murderous intent.Yang Yiming felt his heart beat suddenly fast, and a layer of cold sweat burst out of his scalp.

"I don't know him." Ding Zimu's voice was steady, without any emotion, like a machine.Every sound is sharp and sharp, which makes Yang Yiming a little angry.

Does he look so non-existent? Obviously, he just ran into it not long ago, and the bottle of Rendan is still on the shoe cabinet in his entrance.

Ding Zimu propped himself on the ground, stood up staggeringly, picked up a bicycle that had fallen on the ground, supported himself and walked forward slowly, the crowd scattered to both sides like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and immediately made way for him .

Looking at the slightly bent back, the dusty and blood-stained light blue shirt, and the staggering but firm footsteps, Yang Yiming suddenly felt that the timid Ding Zimu with a husky on his head might be in his bones. It's a wolf.

lone wolf.

Anyway, they are all canids, and canines have hunting instincts, no matter how big or small they are, they are very scary when they are fierce.Yang Yiming remembered that the husky used to be raised by a neighbor was so stupid, cute and docile that even Xu Zhujun, who was still in the middle class of kindergarten at the time, chased it every day and asked to "ride a big horse".Later, when I saw a husky fighting with two stray dogs, Xu Zhujun was so frightened that he never dared to get within five meters of it.

Even chihuahuas that are too small to be seen on the couch are deadly, let alone jackals and the like, canines are really weird creatures.

Yang Yiming walked slowly along the street, running wild horses all the way in his mind, but Ding Zimu's bloody face jumped out frequently to steal the spotlight, which made him unable to think carefully about who was more fierce, wolf or jackal.

It seems that the fierce god surnamed Ding is even more fierce, Yang Yiming squinted his eyes and thought, he can drive away all the jackals and wolves by himself

Yang Yiming stood on the side of the road waiting for the traffic lights, and the smell of cheesecake wafted from the cake shop in the small shop on the street. In an instant, whether it was Ding Zimu, jackals, or huskies, they all disappeared in this fragrance.Yang Yiming felt that his stomach was twisted with hunger. He thought, I don’t know what my sister’s house is eating tonight. If it’s delicious, I’ll pack a portion and take it home... If it’s not good, I’ll pack a portion, so I can save another meal tomorrow. Meal money.The ancients said that we save ourselves three times a day, and Yang Yiming thinks so. "Save money, save trouble, save trouble." The three provinces are very important, and everything that can be saved is saved.