my boyfriend is too random

Da Ding said, "Give me a little more time, and I'll figure it out."

Yang Yiming asked, "What do you want?"

But Da Ding lay on his shoulder and remained motionless.

"Da Ding?" Yang Yiming pushed lightly, and Da Ding fell down limply.Yang Yiming was shocked, and immediately hugged him and tried to stand firm.

Ding Zimu's eyes were closed, his face was flushed, his breathing was long, apparently he had fallen asleep.

Yang Yiming stood on the deserted main road in the middle of the night, holding an unconscious person in his arms, he really wanted to cry, but he stood on the main road with Ding Zimu on his arms, and he didn't even stop a taxi for a long time.In desperation, he had no choice but to carry the person on his back, and slowly returned to the bar, and asked the bartender to call a driver for him to drive the two of them back.

As soon as Ding Zimu touched the soft and comfortable bed, he turned over, buried his head in the pillow and fell asleep soundly.It took Yang Yiming a lot of effort to take off his coat, pulled the quilt to cover him, went to take a shower, and rolled into the bed.

The next day, Ding Zimu felt a splitting headache when he opened his eyes. He pressed his temples and couldn't help moaning.Yang Yiming groped over with his eyes closed, patted his chest under the quilt and asked, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Ding Zimu rubbed his temples, "I have a headache."

"Hangover." Yang Yiming said simply.

"Ah?" Ding Zimu asked in surprise, "I drink...who is it?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it is Da Ding, could it be Xu Lin?"

"I thought it was Brother Zheng," Ding Zimu said, "I've been dreaming about him lately."

Yang Yiming opened his eyes a little: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't think it's anything special, so I didn't say anything." Ding Zimu turned over and lay on his side, facing Yang Yiming, "Teacher Yang, are you awake?"

"No." Yang Yiming closed his eyes again, "I don't go to work, so let me sleep more."

"You're still talking when you're not awake." Ding Zimu said with a smile, "Then go back to sleep."

Yang Yiming opened his eyes instead: "Come on, tell me what's wrong with Brother Zheng?"

"Then tell me why Dading drinks so much."

"He's in a bad mood," Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu from a very close distance, and subconsciously stretched his neck forward, "It's out of reach."

"Huh?" Ding Zimu saw that Yang Yiming stretched his neck in a very funny way, and didn't understand what he wanted to do for a while.

"Move forward," Yang Yiming muttered, trying to stretch his neck forward again.This time Ding Zimu leaned over knowingly, and pressed a kiss on his lips, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Yang Yiming said with a smile.

Ding Zimu said, "I haven't seen Dading for several days, and every time I see him, I feel very uncomfortable."

"Yeah." Yang Yiming nodded, and said helplessly, "He's tougher than I imagined."

"Mr. Yang, you said that I will meet him in the future, so what should I do to meet him?"

Yang Yiming thought for a while and said: "Let's put it this way, there are only three final solutions to DID. First, the sub-personality dies. If he believes that he is dead, then theoretically this personality disappears. Second, the sub-personality always exists. , sharing the same body with you, you can reach a certain kind of agreement, cooperate with each other, and live in harmony. Third, integrate each other into a whole, that is, he gives up his independence and becomes a part of you. Xu Lin is currently It’s the second case, he hides very deeply and hardly comes out. As for Da Ding, I hope he can become the third case.”

"Can't he coexist with me?" Ding Zimu said, "Just like Xu Lin, and he doesn't have to hide. I don't mind him coming."

"But he might not be too willing." Yang Yiming said helplessly, "In fact, he came when he was on the top of the mountain last night, saw... and then left."

Ding Zimu blushed when he thought of something.

Yang Yiming stretched out his hand from under the quilt to pat Ding Zimu's cheek and said, "Okay, don't think so much, let's take our time, it's only been a few months? Didn't I tell you, get ready for the eight-year war of resistance?" .”

"Eight years?" Ding Zimu sighed.

"At least three years of civil war."

Ding Zimu rolled his eyes: "Do you have a record? It's only five years away."

"It's like this. Do you think it's a cure for a cold? Take medicine for seven days a week without taking medicine."

Ding Zimu smiled and shook his head.

"Come on, tell me why you saw Brother Zheng in your dreams?" Yang Yiming asked.

"I can't figure out the details," Ding Zimu frowned and said slowly while recalling, "It seems to be a quarrel. He keeps berating me."

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Yiming frowned and asked, inexplicably a bit domineering like "you dare to criticize my people".

"I can't remember." Ding Zimu said regretfully, "Every time I wake up, I feel exhausted from the quarrel, but I can't remember what it was."

Yang Yiming smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will know soon."

"why?"

"He quarreled with you for nothing. You little stupid pig remembers to eat but doesn't remember to fight. When you wake up, you don't remember what he said to you. In this case, he can't help but come out and quarrel with me. of."

"Then why don't you come out and argue with you now?"

"Didn't you say that he is the kind of elder brother who is like a father? You have to put on airs." Yang Yiming laughed and said, "It doesn't matter, I am good at dealing with old men."

The sentence "elder brother is like father" changed Ding Zimu's face, and he pursed the corners of his mouth showing a nervous expression.

"What do you think?"

"I'm thinking... Ding Kuiqiang." Ding Zimu couldn't help swallowing when he said this, "I haven't seen him for the past month, but I don't think he will let me go unless I die or he dies." , otherwise he will remain haunted forever."

Yang Yiming said, "We'll talk about it when the time comes. We can ignore him or call the police."

"It's useless," Ding Zimu shook his head, "This kind of case may not even be accepted by the police."

"Don't worry," Yang Yiming comforted her, "Don't think about it so much, it's useless to think about it, anyway, there is always a way for a car to reach the mountain."

Ding Zimu said: "I'm also very scared. Who knows what he will do if he haunts you every day! What if he finds your school or your aunt's house again?"

Yang Yiming said, "Call me Mom."

Ding Zimu stalked for a moment, and his eyes averted a little.

Yang Yiming became interested: "Hurry up."

"Mom." Ding Zimu tried his best to stretch his neck for a long time, mumbled the word out of his mouth, and was immediately kissed by Yang Yiming.When Yang Yiming left his mouth contentedly, Ding Zimu's brain was starved of oxygen and he couldn't remember anything.

***

The New Year's holiday was fleeting, and Ding Zimu received a big red envelope from Yuan Qiao on his first day of work after the holiday. He was dumbfounded when he saw the 2888 yuan transfer in WeChat.

"New Year's red envelope." Yuan Qiao said simply, "Ding Zimu, if you dare to resign, you must return the red envelope."

Ding Zimu laughed and shook his hand: "I won't quit."

"Hey! Go to work quickly."

Ding Zimu smiled and changed his clothes and walked into the operation room to look at the work in the log book. Besides the regular snacks, there is a birthday cake to be made today.Ding Zimu was very interested in this birthday cake, because the guest asked to write "Happy Birthday Yiyi" on the cake.

Although this "one by one" is not the other "one by one", Ding Zimu was still happy for a long time. He always had the illusion that he was making a cake for Yang Yiming, so he devoted all his attention to making it carefully.After pulling the blank, he began to sandwich the fruit layer. The moment he sprinkled a handful of chopped yellow peaches, he felt dizzy.

Ding Zimu supported the table subconsciously, and with a crisp sound, the long butter knife fell on the operating table.He closed his eyes and tried to breathe, but he felt someone squeeze his chest hard, as if trying to squeeze him and squeeze something out.Ding Zi immediately realized what happened, relaxed himself, and let himself slide slowly along the force with his feeling, and then he found himself standing on the edge of the table, watching Da Ding staring down at the table on the table. A cake base and a box of fruit crumbs.

"Do you want to try?" Ding Zimu asked softly.

Da Ding didn't speak, but just looked at the order form, on which the words "Happy Birthday Yiyi" were marked with a highlighter.

"I can teach you," Ding Zimu said. "It's not very difficult. There is nothing to do today. We can take it slowly."

"Then what?" Da Ding asked in a tone that sounded very impatient and uninterested.

"Add fruit." Ding Zimu said, "There are pieces of fruit in the box, you can spread it on the cake, then add some cream to smooth it out, and then put on a layer of cake base, it's not difficult."

Da Ding raised his right hand to look at it, slowly picked up a handful of crushed fruit and sprinkled it on the cake, and then dunked a spoonful of cream on it.

"That's right." Ding Zimu said, "It's quite flat, let's add another layer."

Da Ding carefully stacked another layer, and when the top cake was put away, he let out a long breath.

"Come to spread the cream," Ding Zimu said, "use the long knife to spread the cream on it, the tray will turn, and you can use the knife to spread it as soon as it turns, and it will be flat immediately, just like..."

"Okay, okay, I know!" Da Ding interrupted the words of the letter, frowning and turned on the rotary switch.

"careful!"

Ding Zimu didn't say anything, and saw that the rotating cake threw up a lump of cream and splashed it on Ding's clothes.Da Ding immediately raised the butter knife but forgot to turn off the switch, so the cake whirled and spun, with a tendency to turn faster and faster.

"Close it, close it..." Ding Zimu said aside.

In a hurry, Da Ding wanted to pull the bottom out of the pan and directly lifted the cake base. As a result, he made too much effort, and the soft cake was suddenly deformed by him, and fruit pieces and cream rushed out from the broken edge.Da Ding handed the cake to his right hand and wanted to use his left hand to take the tray on the side. As a result, the soft bread slid down and fell to the ground with a slap, leaving cream and fruit crumbs all over the place.

Within a few breaths, before Ding Zimu had time to shout "be careful", everything was over.

Da Ding stood on the edge of the console in a daze, and Ding Zimu didn't know what to say when he saw Da Ding's extremely ugly face.Instead, the little waiter standing outside the operating room saw the scene inside through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, and knocked on the glass differently:

"Mumu, what's wrong with you?"

Da Ding didn't respond, just staring at the remains of the cake on the ground.Ding Zimu subconsciously wanted to turn his head and smile at the person outside and say "it's okay", but found that he was like a bound mummy, unable to move at all.

"Mumu, Mumu." The little waiter outside shouted louder, "What's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qiao, who was standing by the cash register, heard the movement, and came over to push the little girl away: "What's wrong?"

"Mumu..." The little girl thought for a while, but didn't know how to describe Ding Zimu's current state.He stood in front of the console, staring at the mess on the ground, and even had an angry expression on his face.Such fixed letters are unfamiliar, and even a little scary.

Yuan Qiao made a decisive decision and went around the booth to open the door of the operation room. The moment he opened the door, he saw Ding Zimu shaking. He thought Ding Zimu would faint, so he rushed over two steps to help him, but Ding Zimu slowly Straighten up.

"Mumu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Ding Zimu said slowly with a pale face, "I suddenly feel a little dizzy."

"Dizzy?" Yuan Qiao came over and touched his face with the back of his hand, "Sick?"

"No." Ding Zimu forced a smile, and said casually, "Maybe it's because I've been a little tired recently."

"You are still tired after two days off on New Year's Day? What are you doing?" Yuan Qiao blurted out, and the two of them were stunned after speaking.

"..." Ding Zimu blushed slowly, feeling that Yuan Qiao had something to say.

Looking at Ding Zimu's face, Yuan Qiao thought to himself that I obviously didn't mean that, but what does that springy look on your face mean?Do you still think I am not blocked enough?

"Ahem," Yuan Qiao coughed, "Then you go and rest for a while, let Xiao Zhang make this cake."

Ding Zimu shook his head: "Let me come, I'm fine now."

Yuan Qiao smelled the sweet buttery fragrance in the air, looked at Ding Zimu's reddened ears, his heart was in a mess, so he turned around and went out the door with a snort.

The little waiter at the door poking around asked, "Boss, how is Mu Mu?"

"It's okay, I just fainted."

"Really?" The little girl muttered, "I just saw him talking to himself inside, and thought he was bewitched."

Yuan Qiao paused: "Talk to yourself?"