my boyfriend is too random

After returning home from Jing'an Temple, it was already the first time when the lights came on. Yang Yiming was so tired these days that he slumped on the sofa and did not move as soon as he got home.

"Order takeaway, I don't even have the strength to make a phone call now." He lazily pointed to the takeaway list posted on the refrigerator.

"I want to talk to you." Da Ding said, "You just need to lie down, I said."

Yang Yiming flicked his fingers to express "speak".

"Why did you help Ding Zimu?"

Yang Yiming looked at him in confusion: "Have we discussed this issue?"

"do you like him?"

"What?" Yang Yiming froze on the sofa.

"Do you like him?" Da Ding pressed hard, "Tell me, do you like him? Like... a lover?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Yiming was caught off guard, panicked, and before he had time to think about how Ding came to this conclusion, he subconsciously wanted to deny, "Of course I'm not..."

"You like him!" Da Ding said with great certainty, not giving Yang Yiming any way out, "I know you like him."

Yang Yiming swallowed and spit: "Ding, this is not what you think..."

Yang Yiming couldn't finish his sentence again, because Ding rushed over and pressed him firmly on the sofa. Their eyes met, and the distance couldn't be any closer. They could even feel the trembling of their lips when they spoke.

"I like you." Da Ding said softly, "The kind of liking of a lover."

"Uh..." Yang Yiming exclaimed halfway and was swallowed by Da Ding.It was a kiss that was too jerky, to be precise, it was not a kiss at all, it was just lips touching each other.Da Ding sucked eagerly, wanting to find a channel to prove himself and capture Yang Yiming, but he couldn't get in.

Yang Yiming froze when he saw Da Ding pressing over him.That face was familiar to him, he had kissed it lightly countless times in his dream, that body was his longing, and he had hugged him tightly in his dream.When such a body presses over and says "I like you", Yang Yiming has no strength to resist at all, and he even has a kind of sincere joy, which is a long-cherished wish fulfilled and a dream come true.

So, for two or three seconds, Yang Yiming was numb all over, but when Da Ding clumsily bit his lip, the slight tingling pain instantly woke him up.Yang Yiming gently grabbed Ding's shoulder, and pushed him away gently but firmly: "Ding, stop!"

Da Ding panted and raised his head, with blood in his eyes, only Yang Yiming was reflected in his bright pupils, as if the whole world didn't exist for him: "I like you, I want to be with you."

"Da Ding," said softly, "you get up first, I want to talk to you."

"Don't talk about it!" Da Ding refused straight away, "There is nothing to talk about, I like you, and I want to be with you."

"What do you like about me?" Yang Yiming said softly.

"You... are very good, very good to me."

Yang Yiming sighed, and his voice became more gentle: "But don't you think I'm also kind to Ding Zimu? I'm also kind to Luo Yang, and I'm even kind to Yuan Qiao."

Da Ding stared at Yang Yiming stubbornly, didn't care what Yang Yiming said, but said stubbornly: "I like you."

Yang Yiming gritted his teeth and said cruelly, "But I don't like you."

Da Ding flinched. He bit his lower lip tightly, leaving a line of white marks.

"Da Ding," Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to gently pinch Da Ding's mandible, and said slowly, "Look, liking is one-way, being together is two-way."

Da Ding shook his head vigorously and shook off Yang Yiming's hand, then bent down again, and stubbornly kissed Yang Yiming's lips.Yang Yiming thought sadly and angrily, he looked very thin now, but he didn't expect that he couldn't break free with such great strength!So he had no choice but to turn his head slightly, trying to avoid Da Ding's lips.

"Can't you! Can't I!" Da Ding clasped Yang Yiming's cheeks tightly with both hands, forcing him to face him, and Da Ding let out a suppressed roar, "Yang Yiming, look at me, don't you like me?" ? Look at me! Look at me! I can't do it!"

Yang Yiming looked at Ding, the face that was always smiling gently, which made him inexplicably moved, was full of fierceness and pain, and Yang Yiming couldn't bear the painful distortion.

He closed his eyes, tried to stabilize his emotions, and then said firmly, "Sorry, Da Ding."

"why?"

"You are Da Ding, I said that I will not make mistakes." Yang Yiming said calmly, "I can treat you as a brother or a friend, but not a lover."

"Can't you?" Ding choked up a bit, begging bitterly, "Yang Yiming, look at me, look at me, okay?"

"Ding, I remember that what you hate the most is to confuse you with Ding Zimu. You said that you are you and he is him."

This sentence sounded like a thunderbolt in Da Ding's ears. He took a deep breath and asked tremblingly, "If, if I say, I, I am willing..."

Yang Yiming shook his head: "You are not him, even if you are willing to regard yourself as Ding Zimu, you are still not him."

"You like him, you only like him, don't you?" Da Ding's voice was filled with despair, it was not a question but a statement sentence, Da Ding was like a death row prisoner, with this sentence he gave himself the last shot .

The sound fell, and there was a emptiness, no echo, no breath, no tomorrow.

Yang Yiming felt the pressure on him suddenly loosen, sat up lightly, hugged Ding in his arms, and pressed his head on his shoulder.He said softly: "I'm sorry, Da Ding, but I can't lie to you."

"why?"

"There's no reason," Yang Yiming smiled wryly, "In fact, if I could control it freely, I wish I never liked Ding Zimu."

"Oh, you admit it." Da Ding seemed to have lost all his strength, and he could only speak in a breathless and hopeless voice.

"You're so smart, didn't you already see it?" Yang Yiming said mockingly, "But you know, I absolutely can't tell him, I can't let him know."

"why?"

"If you can't create that emotional connection between the counselor and the patient, something will happen."

Ding slowly propped himself up, looking at Yang Yiming with dull eyes, "That will be very uncomfortable."

Yang Yiming nodded: "But I am willing."

Ding slowly leaned back on Yang Yiming, closed his eyes and said, "I'm tired, let me sleep for a while."

Yang Yiming hugged him tightly, patted his back lightly, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I will accompany you."

***

Ding Zimu felt that he was standing in the darkness, and he could only hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He didn't know which direction to go, and felt that as long as he took a step, there must be an endless abyss under his feet.

Suddenly, there was a faint light in the distance, and the small light spot gradually expanded, and it came to the eyes in a blink of an eye.It was a door, an old wooden gate commonly seen in old yards, divided into left and right, with the same old padlock.The door opened slowly, and Ding Zimu saw the messy and cramped space inside, with an old bicycle parked against the wall.Faintly, a kind voice came over: "Mumu, come and eat rice cakes."

Ding Zimu felt that this scene seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.He subconsciously looked at the position of the bicycle, and sure enough, there was a little child hidden behind the bars.

"Xu Lin!" Ding Zimu yelled loudly, at the same time he was stunned, why did he know that he was Xu Lin.

The child flinched, and slowly raised his head from his knees. Ding Zimu was horrified to find that the child's eyes were blank, snow-white, and no pupils could be found. The strange appearance contained a bit of evil and weirdness.

Ding Zimu took a step back subconsciously. He felt that the child's eyes rapidly expanded and moved closer like the spot just now. In a blink of an eye, he found himself squatting in front of the bicycle, separated by a wheel two feet from the child. look at each other.

"Xu, Xu Lin?" Ding Zimu tried hard to stare at the child's forehead instead of eyes, he felt that he was sweating all over, "You, why do you..."

"Brother Mu Mu," Xu Lin murmured, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Ding Zimu had an intuition that what he said was wrong, they had only met each other not long ago; but in a blink of an eye, he felt that what Xu Lin said was right, he had indeed not seen him for a long time.

"What are you doing here?" Ding Zimu asked, changing the subject.

"Hush!" Xu Lin suddenly stretched out an index finger in front of his lips, making a silent gesture, "Slow down, or Dad will hear."

Ding Zimu suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and he shivered violently.

"Brother Mumu, you have to hide from Dad, don't let him see you."

"Why?" Ding Zimu asked.

Xu Lin smiled strangely, and suddenly bright red blood left in his snow-white eyes, and the blood flowed all the way into the corner of his mouth.Xu Lin stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it until his teeth were stained red.

Ding Zimu held his breath.

Xu Lin said: "He will bully you, it hurts."

In an instant, Ding Zimu heard a loud ringing in his ears, and then there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if someone had hit him hard with a stick.When his eyes went dark, he immediately jumped down.

Ding Zimu felt that he was standing in the darkness again, and he could only hear his own heartbeat in his ears, but this time he suddenly knew which direction to go.He turned around and walked forward without hesitation. As he walked, the thick black gradually faded, and the outline of a house could be faintly seen in the distance.

It was a small white house with a rustic roof and an exquisite wrought-iron signboard. There was a warm light in the windows and a sweet aroma in the air.Standing in front of the window, he could see a small round tea table near the window, and a person was sitting beside the tea table.

That person has a very gentle smile, drinks coffee with mousse, likes pastries but not too sweet, he doesn't eat puffs but is very interested in chiffon.He likes to pile up books and materials on the bed to read, and likes to put a pile of "The Domineering Prince and Pretty Princess" in the bookcase.

He also likes to eat his own meals.

Ding Zimu held his breath, watching the man slowly turn around, looking at himself through the glass, slowly revealing a warm smile.

"Ding Zimu, you are finally back, come and cook for me, I'm starving to death."