my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming finished the bowl of noodles without taste, and Ding Zimu quickly cleaned up the kitchen.

"Ms. Yang, it would be nice for you to sit and eat in the living room. Why are you standing at the door?" Ding Zimu gave Yang Yiming a strange look.Yang Yiming knocked on the bowl: "I'm not in your way."

"That's not what I meant." Ding Zimu pursed his lips, "I mean you've been busy all day, and you don't want to sit down and eat slowly after a supper, how nice it is."

"Eat standing up to help digestion." Yang Yiming took another big mouthful, "Ding Zimu..."

"Ok?"

"It's okay." Yang Yiming smacked his lips. In fact, he didn't have anything special to say, he just felt that he had to say something to feel comfortable, otherwise the atmosphere always felt a little ambiguous.

"Then can I ask you something?" Ding Zimu hung up the rag and asked, shaking his hands.

"Okay." Yang Yiming finished the remaining noodle soup in the bowl, and handed the empty bowl to Ding Zimu, "After all, eating people has short mouths."

Ding Zimu turned around and threw the bowl into the sink, turned on the faucet, and asked in the sound of splashing water: "Auntie said today that there is only Junjun in the family. Does she want to urge you to get married?"

Yang Yiming thought to himself, you brat is quite good at grasping the key points. The problem is that you have grasped the key points, but your understanding is wrong. The old lady is obviously implying that you and I will not have children in the future.

"Well," Yang Yiming cleared his throat, "This is actually what the old lady said casually, emphasizing that the little girl is spoiled by us, please bear with me, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

"Then Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu felt his fingers were icy cold, he squeezed his hands vigorously, and asked as if to embolden himself, "Then when will you get married?"

"I'll get married when you find me a suitable mistress." Yang Yiming said looking at Ding Zimu's back.

Ding Zimu turned off the tap, and the kitchen became silent again in an instant.Yang Yiming couldn't move his eyes away, he could see Ding Zimu's shoulder blades rising and falling faintly under the thin home clothes with the movement of his hands.He could almost see Ding Zimu's back through that layer of fabric, it was straight and lean, years of physical labor gave him a thin layer of muscles, very strong.Once Yang Yiming saw Ding Zimu unload a box of cream from a minivan and carry it into the back kitchen. He wanted to help carry it, but after trying twice, the box didn't move at all, and Yuan Qiao laughed so hard that he almost died.

Yang Yiming thought, this handsome guy is becoming more and more attractive, and soon, he will meet more friends and start a new life.When he can gradually integrate or coexist with those people in his body, then he should slowly withdraw from his life and stand on the periphery to watch him make friends, marry a wife, and have children.

It's quite uncomfortable, and I don't know how long this uncomfortable feeling will last, Yang Yiming gets annoyed just thinking about it.

"Teacher Yang." Ding Zimu walked to Yang Yiming after washing the dishes and drying his hands.

"Huh?" Yang Yiming raised his eyebrows and looked at Ding Zimu with a questioning expression.

"Aren't you going back to your room to sleep?" Ding Zimu said, "You just stand at the door of the kitchen?"

"Tsk tsk," Yang Yiming turned sideways to get out of the way, "You kid, you want to say that I'm a good dog and don't get in the way?"

"Of course not, don't dislike yourself so much."

Yang Yiming narrowed his eyes and pointed to Ding Zimu's forehead: "It's getting poorer."

Ding Zimu froze for a moment, his eyebrows drooping slightly.

"Hey, hey," Yang Yiming cried out, "Didn't I tell you that you are doing well now, very well, you have to keep it up. I didn't criticize you, what is your expression?"

Ding Zimu smiled embarrassedly.

"Student Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming said with a straight face, "come to the living room, I want to teach you a good lesson."

Ding Zimu blinked, and happily walked away.

"Why are you so happy?" Yang Yiming asked amusedly, "If you can succeed in class like this, you will not be allowed to go to the room if you are asked to write an exam?"

"It's not that I haven't written before." Ding Zimu sat down on the sofa in an orderly manner, "I wrote so standard and profound."

"Really." Yang Yiming was also amused, remembering the examination text message, "You were sleeping in class and blatantly violated school rules and regulations... Hey, think about it this way, you have always been poor, but you were not so obvious before. .”

"Will you be poor if you write an inspection letter?" Ding Zimu said, "I didn't write many words."

"It's not a question of more words and less words, but a question of attitude. I like your attitude."

"Attitude towards mistakes?" Ding Zimu said, "I made the Black Forest Cake later to admit my mistakes, how sincere."

"Come on," Yang Yiming said dissatisfied, "You were too busy to catch up with the National Day holiday, so you didn't make the cake at all."

"Didn't you do it?" Ding Zimu thought for a while, "How do I remember that I did it?"

"No! Then you went to help me clean up the activity room, and then we had a meal, and you saw Xu Lin when I sent you home." Yang Yiming said these words very calmly, as if they were completely irrelevant people's affairs.This indifferent attitude obviously affected Ding Zimu, he thought for a while, nodded and said casually: "Yes, I was terrified at the time, because he came in suddenly from the outside of the car window, like a ghost."

"Are you still afraid now?"

"Not afraid." Ding Zimu shook his head, "Don't be afraid if you know what's going on, and besides, he doesn't know where he has gone now."

"You've got more guts." Yang Yiming said happily, "But it's good that you are like this now, really."

Ding Zimu blushed a little, lowered his head slightly, his eyes were shining.Yang Yiming felt a little dazed looking at it, and coughed: "Well, student Ding Zimu, let's come to class."

"Oh," Ding Zimu raised his head, "What are you talking about?"

"Tell me what is 'self-confidence'." Yang Yiming sat upright, assuming the dignity of a teacher, "Let's talk about the importance of self-confidence first."

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said, "you can just praise me."

"praise you?"

"That's right, isn't it just to find my own strengths to make me confident? Just praise me and let me know my strengths."

"You..." Yang Yiming slapped his thigh, "The world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old, are all students so arrogant these days!"

Ding Zimu smiled and looked at him with crooked eyebrows.

"Want to hear me praise?" Yang Yiming cleared his throat, "Look, you are handsome, capable, kind-hearted, and young..."

"Any more?"

"What else do you want? I've praised you for being beautiful inside and out, are you still not satisfied?" Yang Yiming waved his hand and slapped Ding Zimu on the back of the head, "Go back to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Ding Zimu obediently stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Halfway there, he stood still. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or asking Yang Yiming: "I am like this...Is it really okay?"

"What?" Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu's back and couldn't react.

Ding Zimu walked slowly to the door and opened the bedroom door. He gripped the doorknob tightly and didn't dare to turn his head: "I said, I am now... like this, okay? Does anyone like it?"

Yang Yiming was silent for a while, and said, "There must be."

Ding Zimu sighed softly and entered the room.

Yang Yiming inexplicably heard a huge disappointment from that sigh, and he was also very disappointed in himself.Because just now, he almost said "I like you", really, just a little bit, those four words were already hanging on the tip of his tongue.

He laughed at himself, but he could hold it back. He really didn't pay attention to the "teacher's dignity" in general.

***

Late at night, Yang Yiming sat on the bed and closed the computer screen after writing Ding Zimu's medical record today. He rubbed his sore eyes and glanced at the phone. It was almost two o'clock.He patted the pillow, and just as he was about to lie down, he heard a soft knock on the bedroom door.

"Fuck~!" Yang Yiming was startled, staring at the door being pushed open, Ding Zimu stood by the door expressionlessly.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I don't want to sleep." Ding Zimu said simply.

"Are you here to talk about five dollars?"

"Just look at you."

Yang Yiming slapped his forehead and sighed exaggeratedly: "Student Da Ding, don't you come in at midnight every time, because I am so courageous and don't believe in ghosts and gods, otherwise I would have been scared to death by you."

Da Ding closed the door with his hand back, strode in and sat down beside Yang Yiming's bed: "How do you know it's mine?"

"Ding Zimu will knock on the door, and it's so late, even if he really can't sleep, he won't come to me. He will find a book and read it in the bedroom."

Da Ding narrowed his eyes and said with a dissatisfied look, "Are you accusing me of being rude or that I have no winks? I am because..."

He was interrupted by Yang Yiming before he finished speaking, and Yang Yiming shook his finger: "You and Ding Zimu are unprecedentedly consistent on the issue of 'multiple hearts', of course I don't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?" Da Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

"I mean I can understand that you are coming back for the first time in so many days, so I can't care about the details in a hurry to find you."

Da Ding's face softened a little, and he twitched at the corner of his mouth and said, "It's really narcissistic."

Yang Yiming shrugged and leaned against the head of the bed: "How is it?"

"What's the matter?" Da Ding sneered, "You still care about me with Ding Zimu every day?"

"Since when did you see that we were both in love with each other?" Yang Yiming said with a smile, "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it. You know that I don't know how to say anything."

"You really didn't say that?" Da Ding said.

"Don't you know?" Yang Yiming was a little surprised, "I thought you had seen it all."

"Tsk tsk," Da Ding said impatiently, "I don't know, I haven't had a chance to come out, I don't know why he is so strong recently."

"What about tonight?"

"He is in a bad mood tonight," Ding looked at Yang Yiming suspiciously, "Did you mention him? Why is he upset?"

"He died unjustly," Yang Yiming thought about it carefully, "he only listened to praise today, and I praised him before going to bed."

Da Ding didn't speak, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Yiming's neck. Yang Yiming was wearing a pajamas with a lapel collar, which was not buttoned properly, revealing his neck and chest.Da Ding stared at that piece of skin firmly, his eyes were piercingly painful.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Yiming raised his hand and patted Ding on the shoulder.But in an instant, he felt a pain in his wrist, Ding grabbed his wrist tightly with his backhand, and pushed him hard against the pillow.At that moment, Yang Yiming's mind even ran wild, and he thought of Ding Zimu who could unload a box of butter by himself-this kid was really strong.

"Yang Yiming." Ding pressed the man on the bed and said through gritted teeth.

"Da Ding." Yang Yiming looked straight into his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"You haven't answered me," Ding said in a deep voice, "Why can't it be me?"

Yang Yiming didn't struggle, he looked at Ding calmly and was silent for a while and said, "You are not him."

"What do you mean?" Da Ding said with a bit of anger, "You explained it clearly to me."

"You two are very different people. You are the kind of person Ding Zimu has always hoped to be. Maybe he will slowly become you in the future, but now you are different from him. It seems that he is always meticulous and thoughtful, even a little worried , and you are straightforward and even a little reckless; he does things with clear goals and always gives himself hope, but you are stubborn and decisive and never considers the consequences. He asked me today what are his strengths, in fact, he also has many shortcomings, such as overthinking, such as low self-esteem Weak, but he can clearly recognize these shortcomings of his own and work hard to correct them, so you appear. Da Ding, do you understand that you are Ding Zimu's goal, and he may become a lot like you in the future, but you Still not him."

"Will you like Ding Zimu in the future?"

"Yes." Yang Yiming said, "I will like the present and the future. But this does not mean that I will like... like you."

"Why?" Da Ding's tenacity of almost despairing, regardless of the consequences, made people feel distressed but also frightened.

"Because the future Ding Zimu must be gradually perfected on the basis of the present, he cannot be completely equal to the current you." When Yang Yiming said this, he felt cruel like an executioner, but he could not deceive Da Ding, There is no point in cheating.

Yang Yiming knew that he knew Ding Zimu and Ding too well, so he couldn't deceive himself.

"Then what do you want to do?" Da Ding roared with red eyes, "Do you want to kill me? Do you think I will never show up? Let me tell you, don't even think about it, I will always be here!"

"Of course you will." Yang Yiming said firmly, "You are Ding Zimu's target. He has always wanted to be someone like you."

"Huh?" Da Ding frowned and stared at Yang Yiming, "What do you mean?"

"He will be you." Yang Yiming felt his wrist hurt more and more, he turned his wrist slightly, and Ding slowly let go of his hand.Yang Yiming stretched out his hand and grabbed Da Ding's shoulder, "Do you understand, Da Ding, don't worry, you have to trust him, wait for him, he will catch up, in the future, you will meet again."

"You like him..." Da Ding narrowed his eyes and asked a little tentatively.

Yang Yiming nodded: "There will be in the future."