my boyfriend is too random

This night Yang Yiming tossed and turned sleeplessly, he always suspected that he saw something strange in Ding Zimu's eyes.For all the skepticism that was there before, it's become increasingly apparent lately.He remembered that after dinner, Ding Zimu put on his coat and said he was going out for a walk, but he went downstairs and turned a corner to Wu Yutai to buy a large bottle of Chrysanthemum and came back.

Ding Zimu put the bottle into Yang Yiming's backpack and said, "Take it to school to drink water tomorrow. Now that the heating is on, the room is very dry. It is easy to get angry in winter."

Yang Yiming turned over, he was talking nonsense about the toothache because he got angry, otherwise Ding Zimu would be depressed all night if he just poured the fried shredded potatoes into the pot.But now, he felt that he really started to have a toothache, and even the entire right half of his face was hurting.Yang Yiming got out of bed quietly. He remembered that there were still painkillers in the mirror box in the bathroom. Whether it was a toothache or a headache, he felt that he needed to take one.

He quietly crossed the living room, turned on the bathroom light and started rummaging through the mirror box.The cold winter wind slipped in through the window, and Yang Yiming couldn't help but sneezed.Following the sneeze, the living room lights came on.

Um?Yang Yiming was stunned for a moment, when did the lights at home become voice-activated?Then he immediately realized: Ding Zimu woke up.

"Teacher Yang, what are you doing?" Ding Zimu asked standing at the bathroom door, and it seemed that he had not fallen asleep.

"Headache, find a painkiller." Yang Yiming said while searching, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Ding Zimu didn't answer Yang Yiming's question, turned around and went to the kitchen. After a while, the sound of the electric kettle boiling water came from the kitchen.When Yang Yiming came out of the bathroom with the pills, Ding Zimu had already taken out a fleece bathrobe from the bedroom.

"Put it on." Ding Zimu shook off his clothes and put them on Yang Yiming's shoulders.Yang Yiming shrank his shoulders subconsciously because he was a bit twisted and twisted in his heart, and reached out to take the clothes: "Thank you."

Ding Zimu's face stiffened, and he pursed his lips.Yang Yiming immediately noticed Ding Zimu's hurt expression, and regretted his actions just now. Just when he was about to say something to make amends, Ding Zimu suddenly stretched out his right hand and put his entire palm on Yang Yiming's face.His eyes were shining, he looked at Yang Yiming for a moment, paused every word, and said with an almost angry tone: "Your face is very cold!"

Yang Yiming felt that his heart was hit hard, and the sky collapsed in an instant. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the back of Ding Zimu's hand, and said slowly: "Your hand is also cold."

Ding Zimu's eyes gradually softened, and there was a warm smile in his eyes that Yang Yiming liked.Neither of them moved, their hands just folded like this.

"Since we are all quite cold," Yang Yiming said, "we might as well go back to sleep."

Ding Zimu's palm moved slightly, and Yang Yiming let go of it.Ding Zimu let go of his fingers one by one, his palms were covered with sweat, and his face turned red and pale.

Yang Yiming said, "Go back to bed, it's getting late."

"I don't have to go to work tomorrow." Ding Zimu stood there stubbornly.

"But I have to go to work." Yang Yiming sighed, "If I don't sleep, I will have to make up nonsense tomorrow. Do you know that I have made up too many nonsense recently, and I have used various excuses for two rounds."

"Okay," Ding Zimu looked down at the medicine Yang Yiming was always holding in his right hand, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen to get water."

Yang Yiming just wanted a tablet, just throw it in his mouth and swallow it.There are only two sets of heaters in the kitchen, and the temperature is much lower than that in the living room. Ding Zimu used to catch cold easily in his thin pajamas.But before Yang Yiming could open his mouth, Ding Zimu had already turned around and started walking.Yang Yiming grabbed Ding Zimu and said, "It's too cold, there's no need to go."

"It's ok."

"Wait." Yang Yiming held on to Ding Zimu, "I wear a lot, so I'll just go get water."

Ding Zimu didn't insist, just stood there watching Yang Yiming enter the kitchen, and came out with a glass of water after a while.Yang Yiming threw the pills into his mouth and drank half a glass of water in one go. To be honest, a fire was burning in his heart, starting from his cheeks, and he was almost burned to ashes at this moment. It was really urgent. It needs to be extinguished.

"Okay, I'm done eating." Yang Yiming said, "Hurry up and go back to sleep, don't you have to go to the supermarket to buy beef tomorrow?"

Ding Zimu said: "Then I'll go to Auntie's house together after you get off work."

"Okay." Yang Yiming said, "Then wait for me to get off work tomorrow."

Ding Zimu nodded, still standing still in the living room.Yang Yiming said helplessly: "Boy, do you want to stand here until dawn? Hurry up and go back to sleep."

"En." Ding Zimu whispered, but his feet didn't move.

Are you going to turn into a Wangfushi? My classmate Ding Zimu!Yang Yiming sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand and pushed him lightly: "Turn around, lift your feet, and walk in unison."

Ding Zimu turned around obediently and took two steps, then suddenly stopped and said, "Mr. Yang, can I not go?"

"Huh?" Yang Yiming was startled, "Where are you going?"

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

Yang Yiming watched Ding Zimu's back disappear behind the door, and the doubts in his heart gradually expanded, expanded, expanded... He could almost see some kind of ready-to-express emotion in Ding Zimu's eyes, which he had tried his best to avoid.Of course he noticed that Ding Zimu touched more and more, and he could always catch Ding Zimu's focused gaze, but he told himself that maybe it was just because of a patient's dependence on the psychiatrist...

Yang Yiming looked at the closed door, and his headache got worse.

***

The next afternoon, when Ding Zimu got into Yang Yiming's car with his thermos in his arms, the two of them silently said nothing about what happened last night.Just chattering here and there, Ding Zimu told Yang Yiming that he bought not only beef but also lamb chops today, and the stewed mutton in a stew pot for winter.Yang Yiming and Ding Zimu complained that the education department didn't even have a year-end bonus. It turned out that there was a 13-month salary and now it's gone. If you are going to die of poverty, there is no way out...

The atmosphere in the carriage was relaxed and cozy, but the eyes of the two no longer met.

When he arrived at Yang's house, Ding Zimu was dragged aside by Xu Zhujun to play a fill-in game as soon as he delivered the porridge to the old lady.Yang Yiming gave his niece a set of 86-color colored pencils and a copy of "Secret Garden", saying that it was for tempering the child.Xu Zhujun threw the book directly to Ding Zimu and said, "Brother Mumu, please help me draw, this is too difficult."

Ding Zimu flipped through the pages of the book and said, "Mr. Yang is also true. How could this be drawn at your age? I can't even draw it."

"Then what can you draw?" Xu Zhujun asked, "Little uncle's paintings are ugly, especially ugly, even uglier than him."

"Teacher Yang is not ugly." Ding Zimu said with a slightly red face, "Teacher Yang is so handsome."

"Not handsome." Xu Zhujun said, "Not as good-looking as my father."

Ding Zimu had met Yang's brother-in-law, and he was indeed a good-looking talent, but he felt that he was not as handsome as Mr. Yang, but it was quite a bit of a fight with an eight-year-old girl.

"My mother also said that my little uncle is not good-looking." Xu Zhujun lay on the carpet and slowly painted a leaf with a stick. Which girl is blind to marry him."

"Why do you say that?" Ding Zimu frowned slightly, "Teacher Yang is very nice."

"It's okay." Xu Zhujun said casually, "But my mother said she doesn't expect me to have an aunt."

Ding Zimu stopped the paintbrush in his hand, looked at Xu Zhujun and asked, "Why?"

"My uncle is...that...that..." Xu Zhujun muttered, carefully tracing a dark green border on the leaf, and swallowed the last part of the sentence.

Ding Zimu's heart was beating faster and faster, he stared at Xu Zhujun closely, Luo Yang's words echoed in his ears over and over - I think Teacher Yang has bad intentions for you!

Xu Zhujun finally finished drawing the edge, she stopped writing and curled her lips and said, "It's really difficult to draw, brother Mu Mu, we won't draw this anymore."

"Okay." Ding Zimu said hoarsely, "Let's play another one, but Junjun, what do you think is wrong with Teacher Yang?"

"Huh?" Xu Zhujun thought for a while and said, "Oh, that, once my mother introduced a girlfriend to my uncle on a blind date, and she said that she had never seen a 'homosexual blind date'... Hey, Brother Mumu, what's wrong with you? Give me the pen." Xu Zhujun said, pulling a bright green pencil from Ding Zimu's hand.But Ding Zimu held it tightly, and Xu Zhujun couldn't help crying.

"Oh." Ding Zimu let go of his hand in a daze, his mind was in chaos, and there were sharp tinnitus in his ears, but he miraculously felt a sense of relief in this chaos.

Yang Yiming's voice came from the door, and he pushed the door open: "You two, have you had enough fun, come out for dinner."

Xu Zhujun cheered: "I'm starving to death, I want to eat braised pork."

Yang Yiming pulled the door to let Xu Zhujun run out, he raised his chin at Ding Zimu: "Let's go."

When Ding Zimu stood up from the ground, he swayed involuntarily, he felt that the door was turning.

"Uncomfortable?" Yang Yiming put away his full smile, and rushed over to support Ding Zimu in two steps, "Dizziness? What else is uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, standing too hard."

"Really?" Yang Yiming frowned and asked, "Your complexion is not very good."

"Really." Although Ding Zimu said "It's okay", but with Yang Yiming's strength, he firmly clung to his arm and leaned half of his body on him, "I'm really okay."

Yang Yiming supported him and stood for a while: "Are you still dizzy?"

Ding Zimu shook his head, looked up at Yang Yiming and smiled, the smile got bigger and bigger, his eyes sparkled.

Yang Yiming had the feeling of being hit again, his chest was full, and an inexplicable joy rose, and he couldn't help but also laughed: "Why are you laughing, you are so stupid."

"Then what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you!" Yang Yiming let go of Ding Zimu, and slapped him on the back of the head, "Hurry up and eat, I'm hungry."

Ding Zimu followed Yang Yiming to the dining room, and Yang Shuangming looked up at the dining table, couldn't help curling his lips, thinking that the two of them were simply invisible.Everyone except Xu Zhujun didn't know how to eat this meal.Ding Zimu kept smiling slightly, and Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu's smile in a daze, and couldn't help laughing along with him; Yang Shuangming looked at Yang Yiming, and for the first time felt that his younger brother's perverted appearance was so wretched, more perverted than a gangster, but look It still makes people happy, so I also laughed...

Xu Zhujun was smiling and desperately eating the braised pork. Today, my mother ignored her and hurriedly ate a few more pieces of meat, and she could also drink a few more sips of coke.

After the meal, Xu Zhujun pulled Ding Zimu to play with puzzles. Ding Zimu said, "Jun Jun, my brother will come to play with you next time, okay? My brother and uncle both have to go to work tomorrow, so I have to go back to bed early."

Hearing Ding Zimu's words, Xu Zhujun thought about it and nodded, but Yang Yiming didn't know where he thought, a fire ignited in his body, which made him restless.

Yang Shuangming kicked the two of them out of the house, and finally said: "Mumu will come directly next time, don't wait for Yiming, we can have dinner earlier, just give him some leftovers."

Yang Yiming smacked these words, and felt that the taste was a bit wrong: "Hey, sister, no, this is not right."

"Leave quickly." Yang Shuangming closed the door.

Yang Yiming touched his nose and drove back. It wasn't too late, it was only after nine o'clock when he got home.Yang Yiming stretched his waist and said, "It's so early, I...I'll go and read the materials for a while."

Ding Zimu: "Mr. Yang, I want to talk to you."

Yang Yiming was a little hesitant. In fact, he didn't want to talk to Ding Zimu at all. He always felt that Ding Zimu's smile was a bit strange today, which made him feel a strange sense of crisis. He always felt that he would eventually be defeated by this smile. Crash thousands of miles.

"Just for a while." Ding Zimu chased after him.

Yang Yiming nodded and sat on the sofa: "What do you want to say?"

"Last time you told me that Professor Friedman suggested that I tell Teacher Feng and Luo Yang about my situation."

This topic made Yang Yiming suddenly heave a sigh of relief, and the crisis immediately dissipated.But he was a little disappointed right after him. This kind of disappointment was unreasonable and unfounded. He asked himself, did he expect anything?

"Teacher Yang?" Ding Zimu waited for a while, and when he saw that Yang Yiming didn't respond, he asked.

"Oh." Yang Yiming settled down, this topic is safe, he immediately found his way and said, "Yes, the understanding and support of relatives is a must, they are the two you trust the most, they can be regarded as your relatives and friends, Tell them that having their understanding and support can make you feel safe, give you confidence, give you purpose, and you can work hard to live a better life for them."

Ding Zimu: "Do I need a relative?"

Yang Yiming nodded.

Ding Zimu smiled, that smile was very gentle, even sweet, and his ears were already red before he knew it.Yang Yiming stared at Ding Zimu's ears, feeling that his ears were getting hotter and hotter, he couldn't help touching his ears.

Ding Zimu took a deep breath, he felt his heart was beating very fast, a kind of emotion seemed to be gushing out, his body had the floating feeling from yesterday again, and in the deepest part of his heart, he heard a very clear The voice shouted: "Speak! Speak! Speak!"

The sound was louder than the sound, it was so loud that it was hoarse, it was so loud that it was fierce and unwilling, and it was so loud that Ding Zimu could hardly hold back.

He put his hands on his chest and said silently, "No hurry, no hurry, I will tell him, let's tell him together!"

The voice fell silent, but Ding Zimu could hear another heartbeat that was different from his own, stronger and stronger than his.Ding Zimu tried his best to adjust his breathing, so that every breath of his own should match this heartbeat.

He said: "Mr. Yang, since I need a family member, can you be my family member?"

Yang Yiming looked at him suspiciously: "I have always been, didn't I say it from the beginning?"

"You agreed?" Ding Zimu smiled sweetly and happily, his eyes were full of stars.

Yang Yiming swallowed, his heart was about to jump out of his chest: "My promise is always valid."

"Well, from now on, you promise to be my family member, my teacher, my doctor, my brother...my lover."