my boyfriend is too random

Yang's mother had difficulty moving, so she leaned on the bed and drank the bowl of pork liver porridge. Yang Yiming asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Well," Mrs. Yang said, "it's delicious. Does he often cook at home?"

"How is it possible?" Yang Yiming said with a smile, "He can only have supper when he gets home from get off work. This bowl of porridge was specially made for him on a half-day vacation, otherwise he just got off work right now."

"It's hard work." Yang's mother said, "It's not easy to do any job these days."

As soon as the words finished, Ding Zimu knocked on the door and came in. Standing in front of Mama Yang's bed, he asked carefully, "Auntie, is it good?"

"It's delicious." Yang's mother said, "It's because of your hard work. I heard Yiming said that you specially asked for leave to cook the meal."

"It's not hard," Ding Zimu shook his head. "Actually, I'm lazy. Making dim sum in the store is more tiring than cooking porridge. I'm thanks to you. I've been free for a long time. If you like to drink, I will make it for you often in the future." , will you cook minced chicken porridge next time?"

Mother Yang quickly waved her hand: "That's so embarrassing, you young people have to be busy with your own careers, work hard, and don't need to cook for me."

Ding Zimu blushed slightly when he heard the word "career": "It's not a career, it's... a part-time job."

"Who didn't start as a wage earner?" Mother Yang said encouragingly, "Young people, if they are willing to endure hardships, they will do well, and they will get better and better in the future."

Yang Yiming glanced at his mother, always feeling that there was something wrong with the words.He glanced at Ding Zimu's neck, which had already started to turn red, and changed the subject; "Ding Zimu, isn't Junjun pestering you?"

"It's time to eat, Sister Yang asked me to call you." Ding Zimu said, "Jun Jun is washing his hands."

"Would you like to shop, little girl?" Mother Yang asked with a smile, "The child is spoiled by us, and I think she will do more shopping in the future."

Ding Zimu said sincerely: "Very well-behaved, very smart. I don't think Junjun is Tao, she just has ideas, and is actually quite sensible."

"Well, this is the only child in our family. Everyone thinks she is quite lonely, and no one can bear to hold her down. She will be even worse when she grows up."

When he heard the word "unique", Ding Zimu glanced at Yang Yiming, hesitated for a while and said nothing.

"Let's go out to eat," Yang's mother handed the empty bowl to Yang Yiming, "It's Xiao Ding's first visit to the house, please treat him well."

Yang Yiming took the bowl and raised his chin at Ding Zimu; "Come on, kids, obediently follow the teacher to eat."

Mother Yang burst out laughing, Ding Zimu pursed her lips and said, "Okay." Then he followed Yang Yiming to the dining room cooperatively.As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, Yang Yiming sighed: "Student Ding Zimu, you are getting better at talking. Look, you can coax our old lady."

"Did I not know how to speak before?" Ding Zimu asked seriously, "But people who knew me before said that I have a good temper, but...sometimes I am a little irritable."

"You used to be very nice, very gentle, but not cheerful enough. You are very good now, and you are much more proactive in contacting people." Yang Yiming said encouragingly, "It's very good like this, I have a feeling that it won't be long, your Charm will sweep the four streets."

Ding Zimu paused, a sentence almost rolled out on the tip of his tongue, he had an urge to "go all out".In just a few breaths, he even considered that even if he said this, if he resolutely refused to accept Professor Friedman's consultation, I am afraid that Yang Yiming would not really transfer himself out.Not only will it not work, depending on how serious Yang Yiming is at work, he may even work harder to help himself. After all, the sooner the treatment is successful, the sooner he can get rid of himself... Ding Zimu bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to swallow that sentence .It's not yet time, wait a little longer, for 22 years, what Ding Zimu is most afraid of is the word "waiting". He can afford to wait and is willing to wait.

Yang Yiming brought Ding Zimu to the dining room, Jun Jun had already started eating chicken wings, Yang Shuangming knocked Jun Jun's hand with chopsticks: "It's impolite for you to start eating before the guests are on the table."

Junjun reluctantly put down the chicken wings, and when he looked up and saw Ding Zimu, he quickly waved: "Brother Mumu, hurry up and eat."

Ding Zimu took two steps to touch Junjun's head: "It's so cute."

The dining room lamps cast soft light, making Ding Zimu's face glow softly.Yang Yiming watched him talking to Junjun with a slight smile, his brows and eyes were full of gentleness.For some reason, Yang Yiming suddenly felt very quiet, not in hearing but in mind.The mother is in the back room, the sister and brother-in-law are beside her, and the innocent little niece is chatting happily with the person she loves.Outside, the winter north wind howls, but inside the room is intoxicatingly warm.Yang Yiming thought of that afternoon in September, he and Yang Yiming sat in the vacated activity room, watching a cloud drift slowly past the window, and remembered the meal in the restaurant...

Yang Yiming admits that Ding Zimu is actually right. He has not changed. He has always been like this: careful, gentle, patient, with the vitality of weeds, and he can tenaciously survive even in the most unbearable circumstances.It's just that in the past, his goal in life was to "live", but now, he wants to "live".

Yang Yiming poked the food in the bowl, what to do?It's really hard not to like him.

After dinner, Yang Yiming took Ding Zimu home, and before leaving the house, Jun Jun muttered and asked to stay at his uncle's house for two days.Yang Yiming poked the tip of Junjun's nose: "Your brother Mumu is sleeping in your room. Where did you go to sleep? Why don't you sleep with me?"

"No." Junjun said very seriously, "I'll sleep by myself, brother Mumu can sleep in uncle's room. I'm a girl, and you are both boys, so you can sleep together."

Yang Yiming slapped Junjun's little butt with a smile: "I knew the difference between men and women at a young age."

After hearing this, Ding Zimu didn't know where he thought, and lowered his head slightly.Yang Yiming was about to go out when he turned his head and saw Ding Zimu's twinkling eyes and red ears.Yang Yiming was stunned for a moment, and somehow felt a little itchy on his right wrist, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to scratch it.

"Let's go," Yang Yiming greeted, "Go back to bed early, and get up early tomorrow."

"Oh." Ding Zimu nodded in panic, said goodbye to Yang Shuangming's family, and almost bumped against the door frame when he went out.

***

Yang Yiming went home, changed his clothes, went into the kitchen, and came out with a glass of water after a while.Ding Zimu asked: "Teacher Yang, let me cook a bowl of noodles for you."

"Huh?" Yang Yiming froze for a moment.

"I can't get enough water to drink." Ding Zimu said, "You take a bath first, and I'll cook the noodles."

"Hey, no," Yang Yiming carried water and followed Ding Zimu into the kitchen, "How do you know I'm hungry?"

"The hourly worker at my sister's house cooks Sichuan cuisine. You usually have a bland taste, but you like Huaiyang cuisine. I don't think you used your chopsticks much tonight."

Yang Yiming thought that I didn't move my chopsticks because the food was not tasty, but I was too embarrassed to reveal the reason.So Yang Yiming could only lean against the door frame and said mockingly: "Ding Zimu, don't you think the core of our relationship has always been 'eat, eat, eat'?"

"Food is the most important thing for the people," Ding Zimu poured boiling water into the pot, and said lightly, "Besides, I don't know what else I can do besides making food. I'm just so useful."

"According to your logic," Yang Yiming made an exaggerated expression, "I seem to have no use other than eating."

Ding Zimu stopped what he was doing: "No, you... are amazing," he lowered his head slightly, staring at the boiling water in the pot, "I don't know what to say, it seems that I can't say anything other than thank you What, but Teacher Yang, you are really special... special... very good, I always feel that I am lucky to meet you."

The kitchen was quiet except for the sound of boiling water.Ding Zimu has said this before, and Yang Yiming has heard it several times, but he has never said it like this... The twists and turns seem to have infinite affection, making people blush but don't know how to react.Yang Yiming felt his heart beating a little faster, and he had that itchy wrist again.

"Uh, the water is boiling." Yang Yiming pointed to the pot, taking the topic away.

Ding Zimu sighed softly: "Yes, it's open." He put the finely chopped cabbage heart in, and then put the dried noodles in.Yang Yiming watched and felt that the kitchen fell into an awkward silence again. He coughed: "That Ding Zimu, I have to ask you, what's going on in my bedroom?"

"It's too messy." Ding Zimu said, "I'll sweep it for you..." He suddenly stopped after half a sentence, raised his head hastily and asked, "Did I mess something up? I can't find the information Is it? I'm sorry... I should ask your permission first, I..."

"Stop it, stop it," Yang Yiming held up a palm, "You explain what I said in a hurry, you need to correct this problem, you are too serious."

"I……"

"I don't hide any perverted sex toys in the bedroom, what can't I get in?" Yang Yiming said lazily, "I'm afraid you will be frightened by that mess?"

"I moved your information."

"Your." Yang Yiming lifted his chin and pointed to the designated letter, "The information in my bedroom is all yours. You can read it as long as you can understand it."

"I don't understand." Ding Zimu said dejectedly, "I can't even tell which paper is a document, and I can't even sort out the page numbers for several copies."

"It's a ghost if you can get it out." Yang Yiming squeezed his eyes, "I can't get it out myself."

Ding Zimu glanced at Yang Yiming.

"Really, I'm not consoling you. I read a lot of things after I print them out, cut out what I need, and throw the rest aside. I can't sort them out by myself. I just read the few pages you sorted out. The complete copy is actually correct. Amazing! To be honest, how long have you been sorting it out?"

Ding Zimu thought for a while, "More than two hours."

Yang Yiming gave a thumbs up: "I'm really patient. If it was me, I would just throw it away and print another copy."

Ding Zimu endured it: "You are too wasteful."

Yang Yiming shrugged: "How about I hire you as my secretary."

Ding Zimu's eyes lit up: "Really? Can I?"

"Uh..." Yang Yiming's words were meant as a joke, of course he knew that Ding Zimu wanted to open a pastry shop, but what happened to his surprise reaction now? "Ding Zimu, you won't open your cake shop anymore?"

"Can I be your secretary?" Ding Zimu asked, "I can do a good job. Do you need a secretary?"

"No, Ding Zimu, wait a minute, what's so good about being my secretary? Facing a bunch of unhealthy human beings every day, do you think the current life is too smooth?"

"You don't need a secretary, do you?" Ding Zimu lowered his tone and began to scoop up noodles from the pot.

"Counting you, I have five cases a week. If the schedule is tight, it will be settled in a day and a half. What kind of secretary do you need? Do you want me to be a cashier for you when you open a shop?"

Ding Zimu handed the bowl to Yang Yiming, smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm afraid you will steal it."

"Hey, brat." Yang Yiming chuckled.

Ding Zimu turned around to wash the pot, the cold water washed over his fingers, and his heart began to feel cold——Why do you want to be your secretary?Because I'm afraid that's the only way to stay here for the rest of my life.

Holding the bowl in his hands, Yang Yiming stood by the door and looked at Ding Zimu's back—to be my secretary?Ding Zimu, are you trying to test me?