my boyfriend is too random

When Da Ding woke up in the middle of the night, he sat up from the bed the moment he opened his eyes, and looked around eagerly.This is Yang Yiming's living room. He is lying on the sofa, covered with a quilt. The heating in the room is fully turned on, but his hands and feet are still cold.

Ding lifted the quilt and got out of bed, ran barefoot to the door of Yang Yiming's room and gently opened the door.There was light in the room, the bedside lamp was still on, there was a coffee cup on the bedside table, a pile of books and materials were piled up on the bed, a laptop phone with the screen still on was thrown aside, and Yang Yiming lay in the mess.

Da Ding stood at the door, still not sure for a moment whether he was really in Yang Yiming's room or in a hallucination.He clearly remembered that he hugged Yang Yiming's waist, leaning against that warm embrace and feeling drowsy.He also remembered that when he closed his eyes, he was ready not to open them again. He felt that Ding Zimu would come back soon, and he would have no chance to come out again.But the strange thing is that he is not too sad, what should be said has been said, what can be done has been done, and the ending is like this.

But now... Da Ding walked in gently, put away the books and papers on the bed, and then closed the notebook and put it back on the table. The screen was full of English, but Da Ding knew that it must be about the means of DID treatment.When he picked up the notebook, he felt a pain in his fingers, as if he had been scalded—after he found the best treatment, he might feel more pain.

Da Ding's movements were very light, but Yang Yiming was still awakened. Yang Yiming was in a daze, and saw a familiar figure appearing in the dim light.He turned over lightly, wrapped the quilt around his body, and muttered, "Ding Zimu, are you still asleep?"

Da Ding froze for a moment, and casually threw the book on the ground: "I'm not Ding Zimu!"

"Huh?" Yang Yiming rubbed his eyes, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"What will happen if Ding Zimu doesn't come back?" Ding said angrily.

"I don't know." Yang Yiming said honestly, "Of course, from a scientific point of view, this situation is possible."

Da Ding quickly glanced at Yang Yiming.Yang Yiming shrugged indifferently: "Of course, this requires his agreement and your agreement."

"Would you agree?"

"From the doctor's point of view, I disagree; from the friend's point of view, if he is really in pain and wants to disappear, it is my failure, because I did not give him the courage and hope to live. This... I Express dissatisfaction."

Da Ding smiled bitterly: "You are quite confident."

Yang Yiming was silent for a while, then slapped his forehead: "Sleep!" He closed his eyes neatly after speaking.

Da Ding was stunned for a while, then slowly bent down to pick up the book and carefully put it on the bedside table, then closed it and went out.

Yang Yiming opened his eyes in the dark, and said softly, "Ding Zimu, where are you?"

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Ding Zimu felt that he had never been so happy in his life.

This is a small dessert shop, only more than [-] square meters, only enough to accommodate two rows of shelves, and there are two small round coffee tables by the window, with four chairs.There are mosaic cushions made of rough cloth on the chairs, which are very bright in color, but they look surprisingly good in this plain dessert shop.

He is busy making all kinds of desserts all day long, and there is always a strong aroma in the coffee pot.Yang Yiming always likes to sit at the second table by the window. The small table is only big enough to put down his computer, notebook and coffee cup. If he wants to put another dessert, he has to move the things on the table.But Yang Yiming didn't mind, he would put the folder on another chair, occasionally raised his head to look at himself during serious work, with a warm smile on his face.He would also knock on the table and say, "Hey, Ding Zimu, I'm hungry, how about some pasta?"

All of life is here, what more can you ask for?Ding Zimu felt very happy.

The only thing that makes him dissatisfied is that he can always vaguely hear someone talking in his ear, the voice was negligible at first, but recently the voice gradually became louder, buzzing in his ears, making him He has no peace.He has already broken two glasses in agitation today. Yang Yiming asked him several times what happened, but he didn't say anything.For some reason, he had an intuition that if he told Yang Yiming the truth, his current beautiful life would be completely destroyed, and he would lose everything.

Ding Zimu turned up the volume of the music and changed to a cheerful tune.Yang Yiming raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "It's okay."

But as soon as the words fell, he seemed to hear a louder voice shouting: "Ding Zimu, where are you?"

Subconsciously, he replied, "I'm here."

In an instant, everything disappeared.

Ding Zimu found himself standing at the gate of the courtyard again in despair. There was still dim light inside, and he could smell the sweet smell of fried rice cakes. The old voice still greeted him: "Mumu, come and eat rice cakes." .”

Ding Zimu backed away step by step, no, no, no, he didn't want to eat rice cakes, he didn't want to see this yard again, and he didn't want to see that boy curled up behind the bicycle again.He wanted to go back to that little dessert shop, to see Teacher Yang's warm smile, and to live his life like this.

However, no matter how he retreated, the courtyard door followed him closely, and was always close to him. He felt that he was about to be sucked in by the door, so he turned around and ran wildly.

Suddenly, halfway stretched out a hand to hold him: "Mumu, stop!"

Ding Zimu staggered and stopped. He saw a man standing in front of him. He was about 40 years old, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and had a serious face. He had profound facial features and deep eyes.Ding Zimu knew this person for many years. Before that, he always called him "Brother Zheng". He is a very good brother. I believe that in a few years, he will also be a perfect father.

Just like the perfect father I always hoped to have.

"Brother Zheng?" Ding Zimu murmured, "Brother Zheng, are you back?"

"Yeah." Brother Zheng nodded, frowned, looked him up and down, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you running around? The sweat on this side."

"Me?" Ding Zimu was suddenly stuck, he turned his head and looked back, but there was nothing behind him.

"If you've run enough, come home with me." Brother Zheng said in a negotiating sentence pattern, but there was unquestionable determination in his tone.

Ding Zimu obediently followed Brother Zheng, the street scene in front of him gradually changed, and he gradually became familiar with it, the houses that became more and more old, the garbage all over the floor, the half of the courtyard wall already covered with moss...

Brother Zheng stopped in front of an old door, he took out a key from Ding Zimu's pocket and opened the door familiarly: "Come in, have a glass of water to catch your breath, and then tell me what you have been doing recently .”

Really like a father, Ding Zimu lowered his head and smiled: "Do I need to show you the report card of the final exam?"

"Are you still joking? I think you are doing well." Zheng Ge gently pushed Ding Zimu, and pushed him in.

The yard was as damp as ever, but the room was tidy, and Ding Zimu felt a cold feeling when he stepped into the yard.

"Brother Zheng, there is a puppy." Ding Zimu said.

"What dog?" Brother Zheng raised his voice and asked, "Those stray dogs you raised?"

Ding Zimu lowered his head and saw a few puppies around his feet howling mournfully.He squatted down and gently stroked the puppy's dry hair due to long-term malnutrition and filth, and said, "Brother Zheng, do you have ham sausage at home?"

"No." Brother Zheng came over and said disgustedly, "You should stay away from it, it's very dirty, and there will be infectious diseases. If it bites you, you have to get an injection."

A flash of lightning struck, and a series of images suddenly appeared in Ding Zimu's mind: A man squatted down｜body, stroking a dirty, skinny puppy, and he smiled and said, "You wiped everything clean."

He also said, "No matter how dirty something is, someone will always be willing to touch it. Sooner or later, there will definitely be one."

This man comforted himself in this yard, and he took himself out into a brand new world, which gave him a new home.

Ding Zimu stood up slowly. He felt that he was extremely calm and brave. For the first time, he seriously observed this "Brother Zheng" whom he had known for many years.This man's mouth and chin are actually a bit like a father, so I always feel a little scared when I see him put on a straight face, but he rarely puts on a straight face, he is always very gentle, except today, today he seems Very impatient.why?Is it because... I still know who he is?

"Brother Zheng," Ding Zimu said, "I want to leave here."

"Why?" Brother Zheng's expression became a little colder.

"I don't live here now."

"You have nowhere to go." The corners of Brother Zheng's mouth drooped slightly, and there was a gloomy light in his eyes.Ding Zimu flinched involuntarily, he felt Ding Kuiqiang standing in front of him again, and the hanged dog.

Ding Zimu was about to kneel down and say "I was wrong, I won't go anymore", but at the moment when his feet were weak, he remembered that there was a man who traveled across the whole city to find him, and held him in his arms Here, he rubbed his numb knees and said softly, "Go home."

Memories whizzed by, all fragments, but Yang Yiming was in every fragment, only this small courtyard did not have Yang Yiming.

"I have a place to go," Ding Zimu said calmly, "I live in Teacher Yang's house, and I found a new job. I work part-time in Big Brother Yuan's shop. Teacher Yang said that I can start a business after I accumulate enough experience A sweet shop of its own."

"Teacher Yang?" Zheng Ge sneered, "Do you think your Teacher Yang is a good person?"

Ding Zimu nodded: "He is a good man."

"Mumu, no one in the world will treat you so well for no reason, haven't you seen it for so many years?"

"Where's Mr. Feng?"

"That's her job."

"What about you?"

"Yes, it's only me." Brother Zheng smiled sincerely, "So Mumu, you should know that I will protect you no matter what, and I will take care of you. You can just stay here with peace of mind."

Ding Zimu looked at Brother Zheng in confusion, and his mind became confused again. He felt that what Brother Zheng said was right. Brother Zheng had never lied to him. Brother Zheng was wholeheartedly for his own good; He said, "Fake, fake, all of this is fake", two voices came and went in his mind and completely lost his ability to judge.

"...So," Brother Zheng was still chattering, "Mumu, don't run around. If you run around, I won't be able to find you. I'll be worried. Stay home and I'll take care of you."

"I didn't run around." Ding Zimu said with certainty, "I'm going...to..." Ding Zimu was a little confused again, he felt that some things in his mind were disappearing quickly, but those things seemed to be crucial , someone whispered in his ear thousands of times and told him that he would never forget it.

Someone whispered in his ear again and again: "Ding Zimu, I will cure you, and I will be with you."

The wind passed the clouds, the waves passed the sand, and nothing remained in Ding Zimu's mind, except for this sentence that was deeply engraved into his blood.

Ding Zimu closed his eyes, then looked directly at Brother Zheng: "Brother Zheng, you are not the only one."

Brother Zheng's expression changed instantly.