my boyfriend is too random

When Yang Yiming raised his head, Ding Zimu felt a little weak under his feet: "Mr. Yang, I, I like you, and I want to be with you."

Yang Yiming supported him and said, "Ermu, although you are very sure, I still want to remind you..."

"I know what you're going to say," Ding Zimu interrupted Yang Yiming, "I think clearly, the only thing I'm worried about is that it will affect your work."

Yang Yiming shook his head: "You don't need to worry about that, as long as you are well, everything will be fine."

Ding Zimu smiled: "I will be fine."

Yang Yiming said, "But Ermu, I'm quite surprised that you are so... active today."

Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, he touched his chest subconsciously, and listened carefully again, the heartbeat that had been with him just now was gone, and the feeling of always floating was gone—he left, I don’t know At what point, he didn't know what he saw, and then he just left.

Ding Zimu's heart was empty and full of guilt, and he felt a sharp pain, as if he had been abandoned.He thought, Da Ding, it should hurt more than this, right?

Yang Yiming gently stroked Ding Zimu's suddenly frowning: "What's wrong with you?"

Ding Zimu shook his head, blushing a little because of Yang Yiming's touch.

Yang Yiming stared at Ding Zimu's blushing face, sighed and said, "Ermu, if you keep blushing like this every time, I won't dare to kiss you anymore."

"Why, why?"

"I can't help it." Yang Yiming shrugged and took two steps back, "Your appearance is too much for me."

Ding Zimu felt a buzzing in his ear, and his head became more dizzy.He knew what Yang Yiming was talking about, and he knew what was going on. In fact, he didn't mind what happened.So he kept his eyes on the wall and whispered, "It's okay."

"Really?" Yang Yiming pulled the man over, and slid his fingers in along the hem of the skirt, "Just say if you feel uncomfortable." After speaking, the tip of his tongue lightly brushed Ding Zimu's eyelids.

Ding Zimu was instantly hit by that intense stimulation again, and the flame that had subsided just now swept over again, burning into darkness.He subconsciously put his arms around Yang Yiming's neck and groaned slightly.The thin voice quickly penetrated into Yang Yiming's ears, he couldn't help pressing him into his arms, and slipped his palms into the waist of the loose pajama pants.

Darkness, severe pain, oppressive suffocation, foul smell, sticky and hot touch...

Ding Zimu felt his heart was tightly clenched by a big hand, and he watched helplessly as he was dragged into darkness by something.

"No!" He yelled silently, shouting in the darkness with the last bit of reason left, "Catch!"

Ding Zimu tightened his arms and pressed his lips against Yang Yiming's neck, where there was a throbbing carotid artery.The tremors hit Ding Zimu's heart like a heavy hammer, each time reminding him that the person beside him was Yang Yiming.

In the darkness, a small voice said, "Hide and hide, you hide quickly."

"No need." Ding Zimu murmured, "No need to hide, this is Teacher Yang."

"Brother Mumu, hurry up and hide." The voice became more urgent, and it was already crying.

"Don't be afraid," Ding Zimu said as if talking to himself, "Don't be afraid, this is Teacher Yang."

"Help me, save me." The voice suddenly let out a shrill cry, "Please let me go."

Ding Zimu had an irresistible urge, he wanted to rush into the darkness to rescue the child, he could do it now, he had grown up, he could beat Ding Kuiqiang.He has a chance to make none of this exist, to wake the nightmare before the nightmare.

"Go!" said a voice in the dark, "Go and save him. If you save him, all this will pass, and nothing will exist."

Ding Zimu slowly let go of his hand as if hypnotized, his eyes were dark, but he knew where to go.The sharp and mournful cries coming from the front pierced into his heart one by one, he felt that a hole was torn from his heart, and then he was slowly, slowly, torn apart along that hole .This is a lingchi for fun, without mercy, never ending.

It's time to end all this, go over and save Xu Lin, nothing will happen.

Ding Zimu waved his arm lightly, and there was no one around. He rubbed his fingertips, which seemed to still have Yang Yiming's body temperature.Ding Zimu stood up straight and said slowly, "Xu Lin, I can't save you."

"No, no, no." Xu Lin shouted hoarsely, probably out of fright, "Brother Mumu, please save me."

Ding Zimu said: "I can't save you, I can't do anything about what happened 14 years ago, I'm sorry Xu Lin, I can't save you, because it really happened, I can't deny it."

Xu Lin's voice stopped abruptly in the darkness.

Although he couldn't see anything, Ding Zimu still stared at the front with his eyes wide open, and said, "Teacher Yang said, I have to admit that this happened, and then face it. I can't change what happened 14 years ago. But I want to live the rest of my life well. Xu Lin, I'm sorry, I can't save you."

There was still a dead silence in the darkness.

"Xu Lin, I'm sorry, I... can't help."

Ding Zimu felt his face was a little cold, raised his hand to touch it, and felt the tears in his hand.It's cold here and he wants to go home.

***

Yang Yiming called Ding Zimu softly anxiously, he was very angry, he felt that he was a worthless waste!Obviously, he had already considered that Ding Zimu might react, but he still didn't hold back!Yang Yiming was full of remorse, and when he thought of Ding Zimu limp and collapsed in his arms, he was so annoyed that he wanted to beat himself up.He looked up at the clock on the wall. It had been 5 minutes. Ding Zimu hadn't woken up yet. He touched his carotid artery, which was beating chaotically and violently.Yang Yiming put his palm on Ding Zimu's cold face and shouted, "Ding Zimu, wake up."

Lying on the sofa, Ding Zimu's eyelids trembled, and he could see his eyeballs slowly rolling behind him.Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's cheek and watched him slowly open his eyes.

"Huh." Yang Yiming let out a long breath, his whole body relaxed, "How do you feel?"

Ding Zimu shook his head slowly, and the tears accumulated in his eyes flowed down at once.

"I'm sorry." Yang Yiming gently wiped away those tears, but he couldn't wipe them away, so he simply gave up, "I'm sorry, I won't do this next time."

Ding Zimu couldn't speak, but kept shaking his head, holding Yang Yiming tightly.

"No hurry, no hurry." Yang Yiming also sat on the sofa and hugged him into his arms, "We'll talk after crying."

Ding Zimu sat horizontally on Yang Yiming's lap, leaning against his chest, looking down at the tears that wet his pants a lot.After an unknown amount of time, Ding Zimu said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher Yang."

"Huh?" Yang Yiming lowered his head slightly.

Ding Zimu raised his face, and pressed Yang Yiming's lips without saying a word. The tip of his tongue lightly slid across the gap between his lips, found Yang Yiming's tongue tip, and then retreated as soon as he touched it.

This kiss was too timid, but it almost made Yang Yiming want to stop.

Yang Yiming used great endurance to control himself and asked, "Is it better?"

"I'm fine." Ding Zimu slowly told Yang Yiming what happened just now. He spoke so slowly that Yang Yiming felt that someone was cutting himself with a blunt knife with a gap in his mouth. The pain and anger were overwhelming.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said, "I didn't save him. I know that everything happened a long time ago. I couldn't save him. I didn't go over there. I was afraid that if I went over... I wouldn't be able to come back. .”

"That's great." Yang Yiming pressed a kiss on Ding Zimu's forehead, "You are right, you see, you don't even need me anymore."

"I need you," Ding Zimu tried to smile and said, "Even if it's not a consultant, I still need my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend is here, and he won't go anywhere." Son Yang Yiming retracted his arms and said.

***

That night, Ding Zimu slept in Yang Yiming's arms. He blushed and leaned close to Yang Yiming to kiss him, tremblingly pressed himself against Yang Yiming, and almost sent himself to Yang Yiming like a sacrifice in a fit of anger.Yang Yiming smiled: "It's a beautiful thing, why did you make it so miserable?"

"I, I'm fine."

"But I have something to do," Yang Yiming said with a smile, "Let's take our time, this is the last thing to worry about."

So Yang Yiming just kissed him tenderly, talking to him in a low voice under the dim bedside light, while touching him little by little.Yang Yiming took out all the endurance in his life, and used a very slow speed to make him adapt to his existence little by little, and took him to feel the skin-to-skin contact, peace and warmth.They didn't do anything, they just lay there and talked in a low voice, the topic was erratic, Yang Yiming was completely stunned by the second sentence of listening when he taught Ding Zimu college English, and Ding Zimu told Yang Yiming that he was a horse for the first time in a vocational high school Fen actually set the paper cup on fire when making the cake... Tired of talking, the two stopped to look at each other and giggled, exchanged a kiss after laughing, and then started talking about a random topic.

Yang Yiming suffocated himself into a gourd, but the mouth addiction is enough!

Late at night, I don't know what time it is, Ding Zimu finally fell asleep in a daze, smiling in his sleep.It was too late, Yang Yiming missed the sleepiness but couldn't fall asleep, he turned his head sideways and looked at Ding Zimu's sleeping face.It wasn't until this moment that the word "later" rushed to Yang Yiming's face unexpectedly.

He thought helplessly, any professional rules are useless, and he can't take it back after reaching this point, but he doesn't care too much.The only worrying thing is Ding Zimu's condition. Xu Lin should have settled down. Tonight Ding Zimu stripped him of his present life in an almost tragic way and placed him in the distant past.But Da Ding is still there, and it's about time for Brother Zheng to come out at this point.

Yang Yiming was thinking wildly when Ding Zimu suddenly moved.Yang Yiming pulled the quilt to cover his shoulders, and then lightly kissed Ding Zimu's cheek.

Ding Zimu smiled in his dream.

He saw Ding, in a very bright place, and Ding Zimu made a careful distinction and judged that it was a bakery, the kind of bakery he had always wanted.Da Ding sat where Yang Yiming often sat, with a cup of coffee in front of him, the kind Yang Yiming liked to drink.

"Da Ding." Ding Zimu sat opposite Da Ding, "What are you doing?"

Da Ding raised his eyelids to look at him, then lowered his eyes and stirred the coffee with a small spoon.

Ding Zimu was silent for a while, and said, "Ms. Yang is very worried about you."

"Hmph." Da Ding snorted coldly.

Ding Zimu didn't care about Ding's reaction, and said calmly: "Teacher Yang cares about you very much, you will know in the future."

"In the future?" Da Ding said, "Do I still have a 'later'?"

"Yes." Ding Zimu said, "Have you forgotten what Teacher Yang said?"

Da Ding threw the spoon into the coffee cup, leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window, the window was bright, but it was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes and couldn't see clearly.

Ding Zimu has a lot to say, but he can't say it. He can't say to Ding, "In fact, Teacher Yang likes you very much, but that kind of liking is not love", and he can't say to Ding, "I will love Teacher Yang for you", let alone Said "Leave Teacher Yang to me, don't worry"... He couldn't say such cruel words.He didn't know how to comfort Da Ding, this was perhaps the most helpless thing in the world.

"Why are you willing to let me out today?" Da Ding asked suddenly.

Ding Zimu thought for a while: "I didn't deliberately let you out or not let you out, I... I just felt an emotion in my heart, I didn't know what it was, but I was... I was too nervous at the time I can't think about it, so..."

"Because you didn't care about it, you let me out without paying attention, right?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "No, I won't suppress you intentionally. I might have done so before, because I don't know you well. But I won't now."

"You don't know me now," Da Ding said with a sneer. "How many times have we met? Add this time, three or four times?"

"I know you very well." Ding Zimu said, "Teacher Yang told me a lot about you."

"What did he say?"

"Irritable, short-tempered, hard-spoken, soft-hearted, kind-hearted, eager for justice, and especially persistent," Ding Zimu paused, "Teacher Yang said that your personality is actually the best."

Da Ding's fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly curled them tightly: "What does he mean by saying that...?"

Ding Zimu closed his mouth, and Yang Yiming's original words were "I like Da Ding very much. If I can, I must be Tie Ci's buddies!"

This is too cruel to say.

"Teacher Yang means," Ding Zimu said carefully, "you are the most trustworthy one under any circumstances."

Da Ding picked up the small spoon again and stirred the coffee: "I like him very much."

"I know." Ding Zimu nodded, "Just like I like him, you are very discerning."

"I didn't want to back down," Da Ding glanced at Ding Zimu with a bit of viciousness in his eyes, but Ding Zimu was not afraid, and still looked at him with a smile, "but Yang Yiming said categorically that day, I am not you, He can't love me the way he loves you."

Ding Zimu's face was a little hot, he lowered his eyes slightly: "I'm sorry, but..."

Da Ding said: "Don't say 'sorry', I didn't promise you that I would quit, maybe one day I will go to him, you know, if I have to go, you can't stop me."

"Yeah." Ding Zimu nodded, "If you have to go, I won't stop you, but you promise me, don't quarrel with him, let alone force him to do anything, he is actually very impatient, he will provoke you even more angry."

Da Ding looked at Ding Zimu with a look of surprise and inquiry.Ding Zimu said calmly: "I won't lie to you, I really won't stop you, because I trust him."

Ding stood up hastily, and Ding Zimu instantly felt the whole room twisted and twisted. He blinked vigorously, and suddenly there was darkness in front of his eyes, and then slowly, a silhouette emerged in the darkness.

It was a big bed. Yang Yiming was lying on his back, with one arm stretched out, and a figure was resting on that arm.Ding Zimu saw that figure moved slightly, and then sat up slowly. Looking at the street lamp and moonlight outside the window, he could vaguely see that it was Da Ding.

Ding Zimu stood in front of the window, watching Ding slowly lean down, and then kissed Yang Yiming lightly on the lips.

Ding Zimu felt a burning pain in his eyes, and he said softly, "Ding, I'm sorry."