my boyfriend is too random

Yuan Qiao glanced back at Ding Zimu again, Ding Zimu had already taken a new cake blank and put it on the tray, opened a new box of fruit pieces, and was carefully spreading it on top, with skillful and light movements, but Yuan Qiao Always feel a little different from usual.To put it bluntly, making cakes is a handicraft. All handicrafts have a common characteristic: that is, they can reflect the state of the maker.Just as Yang Yiming could taste his mood from Ding Zimu's cake that afternoon, Yuan Qiao could see Ding Zimu's absent-mindedness from Ding Zimu's movements.

"What is he thinking?" Yuan Qiao was a little puzzled. Although he knew Ding Zimu had some psychological problems early on, he always thought that the most serious problem was depression. Judging by Yang Yiming's attitude, even depression would never last. The extent of looking for death and life, so although Yuan Qiao cared about it, he never asked about it.But recently, Ding Zimu has been distracted more and more, and today's reaction is absolutely abnormal.Yuan Qiao hesitated for a moment, then called Yang Yiming.

When Yang Yiming received Yuan Qiao's call, he was so nervous that he raised his voice two scales.Yuan Qiao took the phone away, rubbed his ears and said, "He's fine."

Yang Yiming was silent.From the very beginning, Yang Yiming had a mysterious sense of disgust and a sense of crisis towards Yuan Qiao. Later facts proved that this sense of crisis was not groundless, and he even disliked Yuan Qiao.So once he was sure that Ding Zimu was all right, he couldn't wait to hang up the phone.

Yuan Qiao told Ding Zimu's situation before that.

Yang Yiming said, "Then how is he doing now?"

Yuan Qiao turned to look at Ding Zimu, who was stacking the third layer of blanks, and said, "I'm fine now, but I'm a little absent-minded."

"Then it's okay. Just watch him. If there's anything wrong, call me. I'll pick him up early in the afternoon. If there's nothing wrong in the store, let him go earlier."

Yuan Qiao readily agreed, and then wanted to hang up the phone.In fact, as much as Yang Yiming didn't want to talk to him, he didn't want to talk to Yang Yiming, or even worse!

"Wait," Yang Yiming called out to Yuan Qiao, "Well, if you..." Yang Yiming said with a little difficulty, reluctantly said, "If you're okay, talk to him more."

Yuan Qiao cursed in his heart: "What's the matter? Are you still not happy? If you have the ability, you can come and accompany him yourself? If you leave your boyfriend who is obviously not in good condition in the shop, what kind of lover are you still pretending to be?"

Thinking of this, Yuan Qiao said angrily: "I don't have the time, I'm going to buy goods in the afternoon!" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone with a bang, and then dialed another number: "Hey, Boss Liu, I have something to do in the afternoon. But let’s go, matcha powder, I’ll check it out tomorrow.”

Xiaoyun next to me heard it and asked, "Boss, the existing matcha powder can't last until tomorrow, and the matcha rolls will be out of stock tonight."

"Break it!" Yuan Qiao said impatiently, "If you don't eat matcha, you will die!"

Xiao Yun stuck out her tongue and dared not speak.

So this afternoon, Yuan Qiao wandered to the door of the operating room every once in a while, chatting casually with Ding Zimu: "Mu Mu, is your teacher Yang very busy today?"

Ding Zimu's hands trembled: "Brother Yuan..."

"Why, are you embarrassed?" Yuan Qiao sneered, "If he doesn't belong to your family, could it be that he belongs to my family? He doesn't even want to give it to me, it's too waste of food."

"No..." Ding Zimu glanced awkwardly at the outside of the operating room. The cashier and the counter attendant were all busy, and no one had time to care about what the boss said.Ding Zimu made up his mind and said, "Teacher Yang went to the Education Committee to hold a special meeting today. He had a speech so he couldn't push it away, but he said he would come back early after the meeting."

Yuan Qiao was shown constipated, he said angrily: "Did I ask you this?" Then he turned his head and left.

Ding Zimu looked at his back and thought: Even if you didn't ask, I have to explain. Teacher Yang is so kind to me, not what you think.

However, Yuan Qiao's anger didn't last long. After an hour or so, he turned back again: "Do you need to add some more cream?"

Ding Zimu said: "Brother Yuan, I'm fine, you don't have to stare at me."

"Who's staring at you?" Yuan Qiao waved his hand angrily, "Are you so handsome that I want to stare at you!"

After shouting, Yuan Qiao shook his head and left.Ding Zimu let out a long breath, he knew that this time Yuan Qiao would not come back to stare at him again.He pulled down the blinds, and then took a small stool and sat in the corner of the wall of the console. It was a dead corner, and at most there was only a figure visible from the outside.Ding Zimu calmed down, tried his best to concentrate, and softly called out in his heart: "Da Ding?"

No response.

He was not discouraged: "Ding, can you come out and let's talk?"

Still no response.

"I promised to make crisps for Mr. Yang today, do you want to do it?"

After a while, Ding Zimu suddenly felt a sense of trance, as if a person was drifting for a moment when he was sleepy to the limit, like a dream but not a dream, the whole person floated up.Immediately afterwards, he heard a cold snort from a voice in his head.

"I can teach you," Ding Zimu said. "It's very simple. It's actually a matter of pastry. Do you want to try it?"

The voice in his head never appeared again, but Ding Zimu clearly felt that he was being pulled to stand up by something.Then he felt that he had retreated into a fog, and in the haze, he saw a person slowly standing up from the stool, holding the operating table with both hands, and looking at the dough on the plate.

"I've finished kneading the noodles." Ding Zimu said, "It's enough to stack them together. Would you like to try?"

The man stared at the lump of dough motionlessly, and then slowly stretched out his hand after a while.

***

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Yiming rushed to the bakery.Yuan Qiao was very dissatisfied and said: "Mr. Yang, you just said to pick him up early. Is it early? Is it early? Is it early? What time is it? It will be the evening rush hour later, why isn't Mumu out of stock? manage!"

Yang Yiming had a rare moment of patience and said, "Have you ever tasted the things he made when he was in a bad state?"

Yuan Qiao squinted his eyes: "How could it be worse? The craftsmanship is right there."

Yang Yiming remembered Da Ding's craftsmanship, so he shrugged: "I won't lie to you, you can ask him yourself."

Ding Zimu was carrying a small box of snacks, and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Yang, you can go back first, I'm fine, I'll just go back after get off work." Then, he passed the box of snacks forward: "You take this back and eat it first."

Yuan Qiao stopped him bluntly: "Not in good condition? Let me try how bad it can be."

According to the usual situation, Ding Zimu will not refuse, and he will be happy to share his works with you.But today, Ding Zimu suddenly withdrew his hand: "No."

Yuan Qiao froze on the spot in embarrassment.

"Brother Yuan..." Ding Zimu was also stunned for a moment, and said embarrassedly, "That, that, this is Teacher Yang's. He, he, likes to eat salty crisps. I put sea salt, which is not good. .”

Yang Yiming raised his eyebrows noncommittally, wondering what the salty pastry tastes like?

Yuan Qiao waved his hands in despair, "Okay, let's go, come early tomorrow."

Yang Yiming didn't wait for Yuan Qiao to say it a second time, he directly took Ding Zimu and went home.

After arriving home, Yang Yiming pointed to the snack box and asked, "Salty?"

"You have a taste." Ding Zimu carefully opened the box and took out a piece of pastry that seemed to have been crushed, "I think it should be delicious." Ding Zimu stared at Yang Yiming firmly, with a smile in his bright eyes However, it is more of the desire and persistence hidden behind the black pupils.

Yang Yiming looked into Ding Zimu's eyes, and blinked slowly. He saw Ding Zimu slightly raised one corner of his mouth, and a faint smile emerged.Yang Yiming put the pastry into his mouth. Although it wasn't salty, the dough was rolled too tightly, and the fluffy layers were not separated. The sugar was not evenly sprinkled, and some places were too sweet. The shape of the cake was a bit miserable.Yang Yiming chewed vigorously and gave Ding Zimu a thumbs up.He just wanted to say: "It's not bad. As a novice, this level is already quite good." Then he felt that this was inappropriate, so he said: "It's really good. I haven't eaten the pastry you made before. This taste is very good. of."

Ding Zimu frowned slightly, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Yang Yiming with a look of scrutiny and inquiry.

Yang Yiming slowly finished eating a piece of pastry, then took another piece from the bag and stuffed it into his mouth: "Let's make more for breakfast in the future."

Ding Zimu suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could make a sound, he shook and fell limply.

"Ermu!" Yang Yiming quickly reached out and hugged him by the waist, Ding Zimu blinked his eyes slowly, his eyes became soft, the sharpness like a steel needle just now faded away quickly, leaving only a piece of warmth.

"He's gone." Ding Zimu said while grabbing Yang Yiming's shoulder, "Let me help you, I'm too tired."

"How long have you lasted?" Yang Yiming asked with some anger,

"It's okay." Ding Zimu stood up slowly with Yang Yiming's support, and a thin layer of sweat burst out on his forehead in an instant, "He came for a while at noon, and then..."

"Sit down and talk!" Yang Yiming interrupted Ding Zimu forcefully, and helped him to sit on the sofa.

"It's okay, it's the first time I communicate with him like this, and I'm not used to it." Ding Zimu's face turned pale, and he smiled and said, "I'm a little tired, just take a rest."

Yang Yiming went to the bathroom and twisted a hot towel and gently covered Ding Zimu's forehead to wipe off the layer of cold sweat: "Are you tired? If you are tired, go to sleep."

Ding Zimu shook his head and sat upright on the sofa: "Actually, I'm fine. I'm still in good health, but I'm a little tired. He came in the morning and ruined a cake, and then came to make this cake at noon. crisp."

"And then you didn't leave? How tired are you!"

Ding Zimu nodded: "It's the first time I've tried to get along with him in the real world for such a long time. I always feel like I'm going to float up, and I always feel that I'm distracted uncontrollably. I need to devote all my attention to it." Only then can I communicate with him smoothly, so it is very tiring."

"What happened to him?" Yang Yiming asked.

"I guess, he wants to try 'survival'." Ding Zimu said calmly, "One must know how to survive. You are a teacher, Luo Yang is a designer, Song Zhi starts a company, Yuan Dage sells bread, and I am a Bread. Everyone has their own space and way of living, Da Ding...I guess he is looking for his way of living."

Yang Yiming wiped Ding Zimu's face lightly with the back of his hand: "It must be hard work."

Ding Zimu shook his head slowly, he said: "I think Da Ding worked harder. Today, I have been watching him, and I think I can understand his feelings."

Ding Zimu thought for a while, and then said: "I can't describe the feeling, but I feel very hopeless. I feel like I'm floating in the sea. I can see the land but I can't swim. I swim with my life, I swim with my life. But the land is ahead, and it will never be within reach. Teacher Yang, I feel sorry for Da Ding."

"Then what do you want to do?" Yang Yiming asked.

Ding Zimu looked straight at Yang Yiming, firmly grasped the other's gaze, and then stretched out his hands, palms tightly pressed against the sides of Yang Yiming's head.He hugged Yang Yiming tightly, leaned closer to him, and let the two breathe together: "But I can't give up on you."

There was a buzzing sound in Yang Yiming's ears, and he leaned over to kiss Ding Zimu as if being bewitched, and the tip of his tongue broke in mercilessly.Ding Zimu caught the tip of the tongue in an instant, and resolutely went up to entangle with it.He hugged Yang Yiming's head tightly, and inserted his ten fingers deeply into the other's hair roots, as if he was grasping the last straw.

Breathing away from Yang Yiming's lips, he said, "Before, my biggest dream was to be alive. Now, I want to live in a world with you."

"I'm here, I won't go anywhere, I'll be with you." Yang Yiming said.

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming for a while, and suddenly his eyes were red: "Mr. Yang, I, I think I'm hurting Da Ding, but I really don't want to do that."

"There are eight hardships in life, and there is always one 'I can't ask for'." Yang Yiming kissed Ding Zimu's eyes lightly, and put his palm on Ding Zimu's heart, "But I want you to understand that this heart and this life are Yours, you are Ding Zimu."

That night, Ding Zimu returned to his bedroom again, and he said to Yang Yiming: "I know what it's like to see you lying with other men, so I can't sleep in your place."

Yang Yiming helped him move the quilt to the hut, and filled him with a hot water bottle: "This room is in the shade, and there are two sets of heating less. It is cooler than my room. Be careful not to freeze."

After Ding Zimu lay down, looking at the snow-white ceiling, he suddenly remembered a long-winded sentence that Ding once said to him, and Ding said: "I want to compete with you."

than what?Ding Zimu smiled wryly, who can win Yang Yiming's heart?Does it make sense?Or live better than anyone else?If this makes you more willing, then I am willing to compare with you, and I will take it seriously.