my boyfriend is too random

Ding Zimu took a whole afternoon off on Thursday, and Yuan Qiao asked with a sigh, "Why?"

"Ms. Yang's mother was discharged from the hospital. I want to visit her. Auntie said she wants to eat the porridge I cooked." Ding Zimu said honestly, "I'm really sorry, Brother Yuan, I..."

Yuan Qiao waved his hand weakly: "Let's go, let's go, if I don't allow you to leave, your teacher Yang will threaten me with resignation again."

Ding Zimu was very embarrassed. He had never seen a wage earner who could beat him like this. Ding Zimu himself felt that it was unreasonable: "Brother Yuan, I don't want this month's bonus..."

"Let's go," Yuan Qiao put his chin on the table, and said with a bitter face, "Little Ancestor, what are you doing now, go, if you don't go, I'll regret it."

Ding Zimu left quickly, as if someone was chasing after him.

Yuan Qiao looked at Ding Zimu's back, and slowly suppressed his smile.Xiaoyun closed the cash register, pouted and asked, "Boss, I think you're too biased. How can Mumu ask for leave like this?"

Yuan Qiao stretched his waist: "First, he can make money for me; second, I am happy."

"It has caused public outrage," Xiao Yun said threateningly, "Believe it or not, I organized a strike."

Yuan Qiao flicked his fingers, "Don't bother, I can resign you directly, and I will post a job advertisement on the Internet in a while."

"Boss!" Xiao Yun raised his voice.

"That's it, Yun girl," Yuan Qiao pointed to her forehead, "I deducted his salary, if you are happy with only a small amount of money a month, I will grant you leave."

Xiaoyun curled her lips: "The full attendance money is not enough for me."

Yuan Qiao limply lay on the table like an earthworm again: "Oh, business is not easy."

Ding Zimu first went to the vegetable market to buy fresh pork liver and chives, and then went home to soak rice.He mixed rice, glutinous rice and fragrant rice, soaked them in clear water, then soaked the pork liver, and took out the pork bone soup stewed last night in a small pot and simmered it slowly.

After the preparations were done, Ding Zimu began to tidy up the house.The life of the past few days was a hectic one, and no one cared about putting it back. The room was in a mess and there was a layer of dirt everywhere.Ding Zimu's hands and feet were nimble, and the living room became clean and tidy in a short while.He stood at the door of Yang Yiming's bedroom, looking at the mess inside, he admired Yang Yiming's endurance in his heart.

Ding Zimu took out a few folders and put together Yang Yiming's scattered materials on the bed. If he could roughly understand them, he would sort them into folders and put them in folders. Clip it.After tidying up the materials for the bed, the vertical and horizontal signature pen marks on the bed sheet were revealed. It seemed that they were accidentally drawn while writing on the bed. Ding Zimu simply took off the entire bed sheet and quilt cover and threw it into the washing machine.

It was already four o'clock when everything was cleaned up, Ding Zimu hurried to cook porridge, put the soaked rice in a casserole with pork bone soup on low heat, put a little minced ginger, and gently skim off the foam when the water boiled .The pork liver is cut as thin as paper. When the porridge becomes sticky, put it in and blanch it for a while before it is cooked. Sprinkle a handful of shallots before turning off the heat.He put the porridge in a thermos, and fried some peanuts in olive oil, crushed them into pieces.When everything was ready, at exactly 05:30, Yang Yiming called: "Are you ready? I'm downstairs."

Ding Zimu went downstairs with the thermos bucket, Yang Yiming saw him sitting in the car and said with a smile, "You just boiled such a small bucket?"

"Is it less?" Ding Zimu thought for a while, "There are two or three bowls, I think it should be enough for my aunt. I can't eat leftovers of this thing. If my aunt likes to eat it, I will cook it for her later."

Yang Yiming started the car, and said amidst the roar of the engine: "You should boil some more and save it for me to drink. The pork liver porridge you made last time smelled delicious to me, but I am too embarrassed to snatch it from the old lady."

Ding Zimu couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it just a matter of minutes if you want to eat?"

Yang Yiming smacked his lips: "See if you can do it in minutes? Then I'm a little hungry now, is there anything to eat?"

"Yes." Ding Zimu lowered his head and took out a box from his backpack, "Do you want to eat the Dorayaki I made this morning?"

Yang Yiming was so startled that his hands shook, and the car turned a corner: "Are you a robot cat?"

"Hmm." Ding Zimu nodded, and patted his backpack, "I have a magic pocket, I'm the one to rely on." After speaking, he took out the dorayaki from the box and handed it to Yang Yiming.

by... you...

Yang Yiming decided to pretend he didn't hear. He held the dorayaki in one hand and the steering wheel in the other, and asked while eating, "It's delicious. Is this your main recommendation this week?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I took it specially when I came out of the store. I thought you would pick me up at 05:30 and go to my aunt's house. It will be almost 06:30 when I get there. I think I will be hungry, so I brought it just in case. .Look, doesn’t this come in handy?”

"Be careful, and your wife will be blessed in the future." Yang Yiming stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth, and held up his oily right hand to find a tissue box.

"Where is my daughter-in-law?" Ding Zimu said calmly, grabbed Yang Yiming's right wrist and dragged it in front of him, then took out a wet tissue from his schoolbag and wiped it.A series of movements were completed in the blink of an eye, as smoothly as if they had been rehearsed beforehand.Ding Zimu let go of his hand quickly, rolled up the used wet tissue and put it in the dorayaki box and put it in his schoolbag.

Yang Yiming still raised his right hand in a daze, he couldn't turn his head, he always suspected that something just happened but there was no trace.

"Hold the steering wheel while driving," Ding Zimu said, "Mr. Yang, two lives, can you not be in a daze at this moment?"

Yang Yiming held the steering wheel, and there was still a faint feeling of warmth on his right wrist.It was a little itchy, Yang Yiming moved his shoulder unconsciously, the feeling seemed to be more obvious, so he couldn't help scratching his right wrist, the warm and itchy feeling seemed to be more obvious.

Yang Yiming coughed: "Well... Ding Zimu, what do you like to eat?"

"Huh?" Ding Zimu smiled, "Did you cook dinner?"

"Do you dare to eat if I dare to do it?" Yang Yiming said, "Why don't you come to my house as a guest, you have to ask the taste of the guests."

"Oh," Ding Zimu snorted, "I don't care."

"My hourly worker's cooking skills are actually not bad. My sister can also cook two dishes, but it's definitely not as delicious as yours."

"From now on, I can do it for you every day." Ding Zimu said, "As long as you don't bother me."

Yang Yiming's heart was hit by the phrase "every day", and it sank suddenly. There was a very complicated feeling, a little bitter, a little sour, a little astringent, but there was no sweetness.What is the concept of "every day"?a year?two years?He thought of Professor Friedman saying that DID patients need 6 years or even longer to recover. Six years is indeed a long time, but during these six years, Ding Zimu will find his own rhythm and direction of life, and will have his own living space.Maybe by this time next year, he will become an "ordinary patient" who visits the doctor on a weekly basis, and by this time the next year, there will be a young girl in the living room staring at him patiently when the consultation is over; two years...

Will Ding Zimu hold a child and say: "The baby is good, please call uncle."

Yang Yiming was so upset that he didn't bother to open his mouth. The carriage was quiet. After a while, he felt his throat was a little sticky.Yang Yiming coughed unconsciously, swallowed and spit.This is the main road of the third ring road in the evening rush hour, and the lanes are so congested that it is wishful thinking to go to the side road to buy a bottle of water.

Ding Zimu opened the backpack without saying a word, took out a thermos cup from inside and unscrewed it: "Would you like tea? Green tea."

"Thank you, Doraemon." Yang Yiming took the cup and drank half of it, "You really have a universal pocket."

"No," Ding Zimu said lightly, "it happened to be with me today."

Yang Yiming turned from the third ring road and turned into a small road: "You will be there when you turn in, let me say hello to you first. My sister's daughter likes you very much, and she will definitely pester you to play with her. "

"It's okay." Ding Zimu said, "I like children."

"Also, last time she was taken aback by Xu Lin and Ding."

"Don't worry, I won't scare her, and I won't let Da Ding and Xu Lin scare him either."

"Have Xu Lin and Ding come out recently?" Yang Yiming asked.

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I haven't met Xu Lin, but I always think of something Da Ding said to me recently."

"what?"

"He said he had a competition with me..." Ding Zimu asked strangely, "What kind of competition?"

Yang Yiming parked the car to the side of the road and lay down on the steering wheel all of a sudden, with a severe headache.

"Teacher Yang?" Ding Zimu pushed him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yang Yiming shook his head, "Get out of the car."

Ding Zimu got out of the car with the thermos bucket in his hand, and asked as he walked, "But Mr. Yang, I don't understand what Da Ding said."

Yang Yiming took Ding Zimu's arm back and said, "Don't worry, Da Ding protects you so much, he won't fight with you. Maybe...maybe compare cooking with you. The food he cooked last time was too bad. I made fun of it."

"Compared to cooking?" Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming in surprise, "Mr. Yang, why do I feel that I was deceived by you again?"

"Silly boy, go!" Yang Yiming pushed him lightly, choking the topic to death.

Ding Zimu stopped in front of a fruit stand and began to look at the fruit on that shelf.

"Why?" Yang Yiming said, "You don't want to buy fruit, do you? There are a lot of fruits at home!"

"You said I belonged to a guest. Where can I be an empty-handed guest? It's too rude." Ding Zimu looked at a box of cherries and said.

Yang Yiming thought about what he said before, hooked Ding Zimu's shoulders, pulled him into his arms and dragged him forward: "Stinky boy, you have learned to hold grudges, your teeth are sharp and your mouth is sharp."

One shoulder of Ding Zimu was close to Yang Yiming, and he walked forward with his arms around him, and he couldn't help but smile as he walked.

***

Ding Zimu received an unprecedented warm welcome in the Yang family.He first obediently went to Yang's mother to say hello, Yang's mother seemed to be in good spirits, and asked Ding Zimu to sit by the bed and thank him.Ding Zimu kept waving his hands, saying the word "thank you" was ashamed.Xu Zhujun was most excited about Ding Zimu's arrival. Before Mother Yang said a word, the little girl pulled Ding Zimu into her room to paint.

Yang Yiming chased Xu Zhujun's room worriedly, staring at two people, one big and one small, who finished three coloring pictures.Ding Zimu smiled and said, "Teacher Yang, please don't be so nervous, I'm not Xu Lin."

"Who is Xu Lin?" Xu Zhujun asked.

"It's none of your business, you draw your picture." Yang Yiming said with a straight face, "Don't interrupt children when adults talk."

Xu Zhujun gave Yang Yiming a blank look, then pulled Ding Zimu and said, "Brother, let's paint, ignore uncle."

"Why ignore me?" Yang Yiming protested dissatisfied.

"You are an adult, and my brother and I are not from the same generation. Don't interrupt when we children talk." Xu Zhujun pouted.

Yang Yiming was beaten into a dark place by the "two generations" statement, so he went out after being surrounded.

In the living room, Yang Shuangming pointed to his mother's bedroom and said to Yang Yiming: "In the past, the old lady has something to tell you." Yang Yiming looked at the ceiling helplessly, and slowly wandered into his mother's bedroom.

Mama Yang patted the bedside and said, "Sit down."

Yang Yiming sat obediently where Ding Zimu sat just now, even the posture was similar.Mother Yang said: "Before Shuangming told me about Ding Zimu's situation."

"You listened to her nonsense." Yang Yiming said, "This is my patient, do you want to see the medical records?"

Mother Yang patted her son's hand: "Look, you have the expression 'There is no silver 300 taels here' on your face."

Yang Yiming stopped talking.

"I understand my son," Mama Yang said slowly, "You haven't brought any friends home since junior high school, neither male nor female, let alone patients."

"Then... isn't that Ding Zimu cooking for you?"

"That's also because he lives in your house." Mother Yang said, "Is it difficult to admit to mother? In the hospital, I felt that you looked at him in the wrong way, and every time the kid looked at you, you would avoid your eyes." .”

"Mom, you are going to the hospital to see a doctor." Yang Yiming lamented, "Can you concentrate and be a dedicated patient?"

"Isn't it idle to lie idle?" Yang's mother said, "In short, what I want to tell you is that although I do want to see you settle down before dying, you really don't have to do it to comfort me. It's against your will. I don't want you to bring back someone you don't like, and I don't want you to dare to admit that you like him for fear of disappointing me in the future. "

Yang Yiming was silent for a while and said, "Mom, I'm not afraid of disappointing you, but..."

Mother Yang waved her hand: "Put those aside first. My only concern is, what's wrong with this boy you like?"

"He's fine," Yang Yiming said affirmatively. "From a psychological point of view, he does have some problems, but now he is developing for the better. We have made great progress."

"Yeah." Yang's mother nodded, "That means you actually admitted that you like him, right?"

"Eh?" Yang Yiming thought about connecting Mama Yang's words together, and wailed, "Oh my god, can you still do it? My sister has been showing you mystery novels lately."

Yang's mother smiled: "I brought you up, and I still don't understand you?"

Yang Yiming turned his head to look at the dark sky outside the window, and said after a long silence, "I like him."

"Does he know?"

"I don't know." Yang Yiming shook his head, "I dare not say."

"Afraid that he will refuse?"

"No," Yang Yiming smiled wryly, "I'm used to being rejected, so it doesn't matter. I'm afraid it will affect his treatment."

"Will you tell me when you're cured?"

"Mom, can we not be so sharp?" Yang Yiming couldn't hold back.

"I don't have many days to come," Yang's mother patted her son's face, "so I'm always in a hurry, you have to be considerate of me."

Yang Yiming thought for a while, then nodded: "Maybe, but it will take a long time, until his children may be soy sauce."

Mother Yang said: "I have grasped an important point from your answer, that is, Ding Zimu's illness does not affect his life, he can get married and even have children."

"Huh?" Yang Yiming's mind was a little dizzy from the old lady, "You're right."

"That's fine." The old lady nodded, "I can rest assured that at least it won't affect your life."

"Ah?" Yang Yiming was stunned, feeling that his IQ was completely crushed by the old lady.

"Old lady Yang, you are actually Madam She, right?" Yang Yiming cupped his hands and said.