my boyfriend is too random

Da Ding looked at Yang Yiming silently for a while, then he shook his head: "I, actually... don't quite understand."

Yang Yiming: "Do you believe me?"

Da Ding shook his head hesitantly and then nodded: "I actually really want to call a shitty fucking counselor, but I don't believe a word of what you say about being a charlatan!"

"But actually?" Yang Yiming raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Da Ding frowned, probably because the distance was too close, Yang Yiming clearly saw Da Ding's pupils contracted suddenly, he was startled, and he didn't know what stimulated him.

Da Ding leaned over Yang Yiming, supported the bed with one hand and slowly stroked Yang Yiming's eyebrows with the other: "You... laugh!"

"Huh?" Yang Yiming looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what Da Ding wanted to say.

"Laugh again." Da Ding said with a little difficulty, "Laugh like you did just now."

"Uh..." Yang Yiming keenly sensed something was wrong, he moved, "Ding, you...do you...get up first."

"No!" Da Ding stared at Yang Yiming fiercely, then pressed down again, "Laugh again."

"It's okay for me to laugh," Yang Yiming grinned helplessly, "The question is what happens after laughing?"

Da Ding gulped and spit, but remained silent.Yang Yiming glanced down, and he could clearly feel that the part where Da Ding was pressing against him was getting harder and harder.

"Ding, really, can you get up first?"

Da Ding looked at him closely, and with a low growl, he bent down and pressed Yang Yiming's lips accurately.This is basically not a kiss, without any process, Da Ding squeezed Yang Yiming's jaw hard, the strength was so great that Yang Yiming was in pain, so he opened his mouth involuntarily.The tip of Da Ding's tongue broke in, pressing down on Yang Yiming's tongue and sucking hard.

Yang Yiming felt that he was stunned for at most two seconds. He withdrew his hand and put it on Ding's shoulder, pushing him hard.He thought that Ding would not let go, so he used all his strength, but what he didn't expect was that Ding let go of his hand the moment he exerted force, and it was too late to retract when Yang Yiming realized that Ding was caught. Pushed firmly to the side.

He turned over and fell on the bed, lying on his back beside Yang Yiming, panting with one arm over his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Da Ding said, "Yang Yiming, I'm sorry."

Yang Yiming's heart softened in an instant, he stood up and looked at Ding: "Ding, it's not..."

"I'm sorry." Ding covered his eyes, his jaw trembled slightly, as if trying to endure something, "I didn't hold back, it's my fault."

Yang Yiming twitched the corners of his mouth, he didn't know what to say, he couldn't say "It's okay, it's okay, I understand that we are both men", this is too hurtful, and he couldn't say "It's okay, it's okay, anyway, you two are not as good as us, so let's have a fight" , so it's not a matter of hurting people, it's simply a bastard!

So Yang Yiming had to smile wryly and said, "Da Ding, there are some things..."

"How am I different from him?" Da Ding said softly, "Don't talk about things I don't understand, just keep it simple."

"You want to hear it?" Yang Yiming couldn't figure out where Ding's "self-abuse" mentality came from.

"I think," Ding said in a muffled voice, "I just can't figure it out, so please explain it to me, and explain it clearly."

"He..." Yang Yiming simply lay down too, looking at the ceiling and said, "Actually, I just thought he was handsome at first."

"Hmph." Da Ding sneered, "How handsome is he? You just like the kind with thin skin and tender flesh, not manly at all."

"Yes, yes, you are the manliest." Yang Yiming said with a smile, "Are you listening or not?"

"You said."

Yang Yiming recalled slowly, from August to November, the short four months passed in a blink of an eye, but there were too many pictures that rushed to his face and he was overwhelmed.He felt that it was not surprising that he fell in love with Ding Zimu.Look how good that boy is!

"Let me continue," Yang Yiming wrote, "the dim sum he makes is delicious...very careful, really, I rarely see boys so careful."

"Mother-in-law..." Da Ding muttered, "He is the one who asks Brother Zheng to find a girlfriend every day, and he doesn't mind it."

Yang Yiming's brain set up an instant reminder function for this "Brother Zheng", and his ears became tense as soon as the two words came into his ears: "Does he communicate with Brother Zheng a lot?"

"What a fart!" Da Ding said flatly, "Brother Zheng is a troublemaker. If Ding Zimu has nothing to do, he won't come out. It's annoying for the two of them to get together, and the father and son are not so verbose... Don't change the subject, just keep talking."

Yang Yiming thought for a while and said, "He's very strong. Really, it's not easy for him to live like this. I don't think anyone else can stand it."

"Am I weak?"

"No, you are also very strong, but you make me nervous." Yang Yiming looked sideways at Ding, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.In fact, Yang Yiming felt that Da Ding not only made people nervous but also frightening. His courage to move forward was always tinged with despair. It was either death or death, probably because he was Ding Zimu's last resistance.

Da Ding fell silent for a long time, his arms still resting on his eyes.Yang Yiming looked at his side face, thinking of the touch when those lips touched him, thinking of Ding Zimu's gentle eyes and that "Teacher Yang" with a faint smile.

"Fuck!" Yang Yiming muttered in his heart, feeling that there was a faint fire burning in his body... This is so fucking bad, Yang Yiming glanced at Ding again impetuously, thinking about how to get out of it naturally. Get up on the bed and go to the bathroom.

After a while, Ding suddenly said slowly: "I make you nervous? Are you afraid?"

Yang Yiming: "At first, but now it's fine. It's okay, I understand why you are like this, and I don't mind."

"But then you won't like me."

Yang Yiming sighed in his heart.

Da Ding stopped talking again. After a while, Yang Yiming felt that his fire was about to go out, so he cleared his throat and said, "Ding Ding."

Da Ding didn't respond, Yang Yiming turned his head to look at him and found that his breathing was calm and long.

"Fuck!" Yang Yiming rolled over and sat up, gently pushing him, "Da Ding, Da Ding, Da... is gone?"

Ding Zimu slept soundly on the bed and didn't react at all.

Yang Yiming gently put Ding Zimu's arm down, and Ding Zimu pursed his lips in his sleep and did not respond.Yang Yiming stared at him for a long time, and the softest part of his heart was deeply hurt. This is a child who has almost never enjoyed love. His greatest desire is to be loved by someone.So Da Ding will long for himself, and Xu Lin will go to Zheng Ge.

Before me, who would love Ding Zimu?Who will he go to?

Yang Yiming gently stroked Ding Zimu's hair, and asked softly: "You gave yourself a brother like your father, right? Brother Zheng is the one who will love you, right? From now on... can I replace him?"

***

Ding Zimu woke up naturally after sleeping. When he opened his eyes, his first reaction was why the alarm clock didn’t go off, and his second reaction was that I’m going to be late. When he jumped up from the bed, he realized that this was actually Yang Yiming’s room .

He looked around in panic, and found a note on the pillow next to him:

Ding Zimu, I'm going to work. The store has already asked for leave for you. You can go there in the afternoon, don't worry.There is an early breakfast I bought in the refrigerator, you can eat it hot, go out for lunch by yourself, don’t be hungry. PS, I figured it out, I dare say you didn't help me clean up the bed yesterday, but you did it for yourself, half of the bed was taken up by you.

Ding Zimu's face was so red that he couldn't figure out how he fell asleep on Yang Yiming's bed in the middle of the night.And it seemed that Yang Yiming and himself...were on the same bed last night!

Ding Zimu walked around the room holding the note, getting more and more anxious as he walked. When he thought of Yang Yiming sleeping next to him, he couldn't hold back the urge to yell.In the end, he couldn't help but let go of his throat and yelled a few words. After he finished, he remembered to look at his watch. It was ten o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, most of the people in the building should have gone to work, otherwise they would have thought that There's a murder here.

Ding Zimu rushed into the bathroom, washed quickly, rushed out the door after hastily eating breakfast, he felt that he couldn't stay in the house any longer.As long as people are in the room, he can't help but look at Yang Yiming's bed and imagine the two of them lying on it together.Do you snore when you sleep?Don't grind your teeth?Is the sleeping position okay?There shouldn't be a problem with beating people in the middle of the night...

I go!Ding Zimu stood still, feeling ridiculous.For a psychopath who sleepwalks and touches someone else's bed in the middle of the night, it doesn't really matter whether he snores or grinds his teeth while sleeping, okay?The important thing is why I ran into other people's bed!

Ding Zimu took out his wallet, took out the note written by Yang Yiming and read it again. He can recite every word here, and he can recall the handwriting in his mind when he closes his eyes, but he still remembers the words "half" The three words "bed" blushed and heart beat.Ding Zimu regained his composure, carefully folded the note and put it back in his wallet.

When Ding Zimu walked into the back kitchen, Yuan Qiao was beating egg whites in the store, and the eggbeater was making a buzzing sound, he turned his head to see Ding Zimu and said, "Mum, I think you are the real boss. "

"Sorry Brother Yuan," Ding Zimu felt ashamed and "sorry".

Yuan Qiao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, whoever has the craft is the boss these days, I have to support you... Sigh, hurry up and change clothes, I'm getting bored to death."

Ding Zimu changed his clothes and stood beside Yuan Qiao and asked, "Why bother?"

"I received a wedding order." Yuan Qiao said, "I want a multi-layered cake. I don't like to make that."

"What date do you want?" Ding Zimu took the order sheet nailed to the wall and flipped through the pages, "Let me make it. That thing is actually quite easy. You don't have to pay attention to the taste as long as it looks good. Anyway, no one eats it."

"Glamourous." Yuan Qiao curled his lips in disdain, "It's tasteless and tasteless."

Ding Zimu smiled lightly: "For a wedding, I hope it will be lively and joyous, it's only once in a lifetime."

Yuan Qiao sneered and said, "Stupid boy, how can there be such a thing as 'once in a lifetime' these days? Didn't you hear that wedding companies now say 'a big event in a lifetime'? Remember, a wedding is a big event, But it’s not just this one time.”

"Why?" Ding Zimu took the dough and kneaded it and said, "I think most people are still cautious about love."

"You may be cautious about love, but not marriage." Yuan Qiao dropped the basin in his hand, "Don't you look at how high the divorce rate is now!"

Ding Zimu couldn't turn his head around a bit: "Why do you treat love with caution and not marriage?"

"It may only take a few seconds to fall in love with someone, but a marriage takes a lifetime." Yuan Qiao looked at the fixed letters and said, "What's the matter, the young man is enlightened? Do you want to fall in love?"

"Who should I talk to?" Ding Zimu smiled wryly, "Besides, no one thinks highly of me."

"Me," Yuan Qiao pointed to the tip of his nose, "Can't you see such a big living person standing in front of you?"

"Eh?" Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, and the movement of his hands stopped, "Brother Yuan, what did you say?"

"Hahaha," Yuan Qiao burst into laughter, "Student Xiaoding, I'm so scared, you even used honorifics."

Ding Zimu tentatively asked, "Are you... joking?"

"Hurry up and make your mousse, it's almost out of stock!" Yuan Qiao slapped Ding Alphabet, clapped his hands and left.

Ding Zimu looked at the dough in his hand, and thought hesitantly: You don’t need this to make mousse. On second thought, no, that’s not the point, the point is whether Big Brother Yuan is serious or not!

That day until after get off work, he didn't find a chance to ask Yuan Qiao what that sentence meant, but according to Yuan Qiao's three-and-a-half-sentence style of speaking, he thought it was very likely that he was joking.Of course, he didn't care too much about this matter. What he cares most about now is how he ran to Yang Yiming's bed in the middle of the night.

"What do you think?" Yang Yiming asked in response to his question, his eyes were still fixed on the TV when he said this, and he wanted to take a good rest this weekend.

"Am I sleepwalking? Or... who's back?"

"Yeah." Yang Yiming nodded, and said calmly and relaxedly, "Da Ding came back for a trip, he came in in the middle of the night and surprised me."

Ding Zimu pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Unhappy?" Yang Yiming slumped on the sofa and glanced at him lazily.

"No," Ding Zimu shook his head, "Actually, I really want to talk to him, but he refuses to meet me face to face."

"Talk about what?"

"I don't know, but I must thank him first, and then... I don't know, but I can feel that I like him very much."

"Yeah." Yang Yiming nodded, "Don't worry, he actually likes you quite a bit."

Ding Zimu sighed, "For so many years, I've actually only talked to him once, but I haven't seen what he looks like."

"I can't help it," Yang Yiming shrugged, "I think he's just like you, but he said he looks quite manly."

Ding Zimu nodded: "Although I didn't see it very clearly, I think he is quite handsome. He looks very... very... man."

Yang Yiming laughed haha: "You two are quite funny."

Ding Zimu said, "Isn't it a little weird? I won't have any splits like this..."

"How can you split into four people?" Yang Yiming said jokingly, "When Xu Lin grows up, you can open a table and play mahjong by yourself."

Ding Zimu said, "I don't know how to play mahjong."

Yang Yiming turned off the TV, turned his head to look at Ding Zimu and said, "You really surprised me."

"why?"

"This is the first time I have joked with you about this, but your reaction was very calm." Yang Yiming said with admiration, "It shows that you have fully accepted who you are now, and you have enough courage to fight those people Communicate. I'm sure you'll see them before long."

Ding Zimu was a little surprised, "Did you say that on purpose just now?"

"Yes, I want to probe your bottom." Yang Yiming spread his palms in front of Ding Zimu, "Actually, I'm super nervous, look at the sweat on my palms."

Ding Zimu looked down at Yang Yiming's hand. Yang Yiming's hand looked like the hand of someone sitting in an office. It was quite white, with thin calluses on the fingertips, which were left over from years of writing and typing on the keyboard.Unlike my own hands, rough and dark.

Ding Zimu stretched out his hand to hold Yang Yiming's hand as if he was bewitched. At the moment of touching, the warm feeling awakened Ding Zimu. He quickly turned his wrist to hold Yang Yiming's hand. Pulling out a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table, he lowered his head and wiped Yang Yiming's palm.

Yang Yiming's hands trembled a bit. From his angle, he could see Ding Zimu's slightly drooping eyelids. For the first time, he found that Ding Zimu's eyelashes were quite dense. Although they were not long, they were densely circled. This may be because of this. Ding Zimu His eyes looked very big and energetic...Yang Yiming felt that his head was a little foggy, and his thoughts were flying here and there, and he couldn't squeeze it out.

The only remaining feeling is - Ding Zimu's hand is very warm, in this winter without heating, holding his hand is very comfortable.

How hard can it be to wipe off the sweat in the palm of your hand?Ding Zimu's heart was pounding, did he want to turn Yang Yiming's hand over and wipe the back of his hand?The room was very quiet, so quiet that it made people flustered.Ding Zimu decided to indulge himself again, he put all his attention on his hands, he wanted to use all his energy to remember this feeling, just like last time, to lock this touch firmly into the depths of his brain It is a safe corner where it will never be lost. If one day I forget it, I can also go to that corner to get it back.

He was suddenly frightened.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu let go of his hand, raised his eyes anxiously and asked, "If I don't recover, will I... forget a lot of things?"

Yang Yiming withdrew his palm and subconsciously rubbed his fingers, which still had the temperature of Ding Zimu's palm. "What do you mean?" Yang Yiming took a deep breath and asked.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll forget."

"Forget what?" Yang Yiming shook his head, "No, you are fine now, you will get better gradually, and you will not lose your memory again. If you don't remember, I will help you remember, don't worry. "

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming fixedly, and a few seconds later he got up suddenly, hurriedly said "I'm going to sleep" and rushed into the bedroom.

Yang Yiming looked at his back and frowned. A question slowly rose in his heart.

***

Ding Zimu ran back to the bedroom to call Luo Yang.

This weekend, Luo Yang was actually at home: "Mumu, what's wrong with you?"

"Luo Yang," Ding Zimu said eagerly, "I want you to do me a favor."

"Say."

"Can you...can you remember one thing for me, I...I like Teacher Yang very much."

"Ah?" Luo Yang was stunned, "You...what do you mean? What do you want to do? Where is Teacher Yang?"

"I'm fine, I don't want to do anything." Ding Zimu said, "But I'm afraid that I will forget him in the future. Really, Luo Yang, I'm suddenly very scared. It's like I forgot what happened when I was a child. One day I will forget him because I like him too much."

"How could you forget it if you like it so much? Hey, no, Mumu, what do you mean by talking about your childhood first? What did you forget?" Luo Yang asked a series of questions.

"Don't worry about that, anyway, if one day I forget, you must tell me that there is a man named Yang Yiming, I love him very much, okay Luo Yang?" Ding Zimu said, "Please help me remember, I'm afraid I will forget , I’m afraid I’ll miss him for the rest of my life.”

"Okay, okay," Luo Yang said reassuringly, "Don't get excited, I'll help you remember, there is a man named Yang Yiming, a teacher, 7 years older than you, a low-level psychological counselor, you love him very much."

Ding Zimu let out a long breath, and said after a moment of silence: "I really like him."

"Chase." Luo Yang said encouragingly, "Didn't you say that you will work hard to make him like you too?"

"I...I won't chase," Luo Yang probably promised him, Ding Zimu calmed down now, and he whispered, "I don't know how to chase people, just...you can only treat him well."

"Oh, you," Luo Yang said, "you are so stupid."

"What's a 'silly spirit'?"

"It looks silly, but it's actually very smart, the kind that can see the essence of the problem at a glance. Do you know what the highest state of loving someone is? It's 'be nice to him', good for a day or two, a year or two , it will last a lifetime if you do well. Believe me, few people in this world can do it.”

"Will he like me?"

"I don't know," Luo Yang paused and said, "But Mumu, let me tell you the truth, I have always felt that Yang Yiming...ah, Mr. Yang is actually... quite interesting to you."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Do you remember when I told you that roses are not the way to chase people?"

"Remember, you said that you are good to people, take care of people's food, clothing, housing and transportation, and care about each other all the time..." Ding Zimu stopped talking.

"That's what I mean," Luo Yang said, "I think Teacher Yang is too nice to you, okay... okay... a bit evil!"

Ding Zimu felt his heart beating so fast that he had to stand up and walk around twice: "Are you sure?"

"Damn! How can I be sure?" Luo Yang said with a smile, "He's not nice to me."

"I..." Ding Zimu swallowed after speaking half a sentence. He thought for a while and said to Luo Yang, "Anyway, I'm still like this. If he likes it, then I'll take it. If he doesn't like it...no I don't regret it if I like it."

Luo Yang was silent for a while, then smiled and said: "Ding Zimu, I must thank Mr. Yang, really, you are so handsome now, my male god!"