my boyfriend is too random

When Yang Yiming opened his eyes, Ding Zimu had already left without a sound. He took the mobile phone beside the bed and saw that there were still 10 minutes before the alarm clock rang. He was really surprised how Ding Zimu managed to get up on time every day without the alarm clock.

After lying on the bed for a while, Yang Yiming got up, turned on the computer, and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, the computer showed an unread email.It was written by Professor Friedman, to the effect that the current process is going well, and it is optimistically estimated that Ding Zimu's symptoms can be significantly improved or even cured within three years.

Yang Yiming stared at the two words "three years" for a long time. For a DID, the three-year treatment period is too short. If the treatment can be completed within three years, it is the right time, place and people. One is not, it is something that every consultant can't meet.But for a long-awaited and elusive lover, "three years" seems a bit too long, and Yang Yiming didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while.He turned off the computer, packed his things and set off to No. [-] Middle School. He had three classes to attend this morning.

When Ding Zimu came to Yuan Qiao's shop, it was still dark and the door had just opened, Xiao Yun was stacking coffee beans behind the counter, seeing Ding Zimu push the door in, he had a weird expression on his face.

Usually, when this girl sees Ding Zimu, she is like a little bear seeing honey, her face is full of ulterior motives, sweetness, flattery and shamelessness.But today, Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mumzao."

The smile was still there, but it was a little strange.

Ding Zimu paused, and immediately noticed the subtle difference. From childhood to adulthood, he is best at reading people's faces.Ding Zimu said calmly, "Morning, what do you want to eat today?"

Xiao Yun said almost subconsciously: "Napoleon."

"Okay." Ding Zimu nodded, "Today I'll make some Napoleon, can I serve it with Scotch coffee? I think you liked it last time."

"Yeah." Xiaoyun nodded like a pounding garlic, and watched Ding Zimu walk into the operating room with peachy eyes, and then suddenly remembered the tragic fight last night, and Ding Zimu's vicious and ferocious face at that time.She frowned, feeling a little confused.But think about it, Ding Zimu is a boy after all, who has no temper?It's reasonable to swing your fists when you're provoked, and besides, how heroic was he last night?That kind of vigor is really a bit contemptuous of the world, he protected himself, if his boyfriend can be like Mu Mu, he will roll up his sleeves at critical moments, and protect himself desperately...

very handsome!

Xiaoyun, who didn't know what "worry" was by nature, immediately put his heart as wide as the Pacific Ocean, and looked at Ding Zimu's back with joy and became nympho.

Ding Zimu closed the door of the operating room, let out a long breath, and faintly felt that today would be a bad day.Sure enough, when he walked to the dressing room, he heard Yuan Qiao's voice on the radio in the store: "Mu Mu, come up here."

Ding Zimu knew that Yuan Qiao had seen him through the monitor, so he turned directly upstairs.On the second floor, Yuan Qiao was sitting in the office. When he saw Ding Zimu, he pointed to the sofa calmly with his chin: "Sit."

"Morning, Brother Yuan." Ding Zimu sat on the sofa and looked at Yuan Qiao calmly.It was at this moment that he realized that Yuan Qiao wanted to talk to him about what happened last night, which was not surprising at all. How could Yuan Qiao not know how the shop was like that?Besides, there are monitors.But Ding Zimu was not afraid at all, and he even considered the following questions in just a few seconds:

Is my savings enough to compensate for the loss in the store?Will it last long enough to find your next job?Brother Yuan is kind to himself, if you want to find a job, you can't find it near this street, it will bring trouble to Brother Yuan's business.But if you go to a farther place to find it, I am afraid that Teacher Yang has to pick it up every day, it will be too hard...

In just a few seconds, Yuan Qiao could almost conclude that this kid had something on his mind.He recalled the scenes he saw on the surveillance camera last night, and he couldn't believe that that person was actually Ding Zimu in front of him. There must be something wrong here!Yuan Qiao is confident that his eyes will not misread the wrong person. The person who hit someone last night must not be Ding Zimu, at least not Ding Zimu in a normal state.

"Mumu," Yuan Qiao coughed, "I..."

"Brother Yuan, I'm sorry." Ding Zimu cut the conversation and said, "I'm very sorry, I didn't control my temper last night."

"That's not a problem!" Yuan Qiao waved his hand freely, "I can use a butter knife to cut people when I can't hold the fire. I'm asking you, why were you so angry last night?"

"I... that person scolded me too badly."

"You are not me, you have a much better temper than me. If I were here last night, I might have rushed to beat that idiot, but if it were you, you would have been patient to appease him, and you would have been ruthless when you came up." It's not like your style."

"Brother Yuan..." Ding Zimu smiled gratefully, of course he understood Yuan Qiao's intention to excuse him.

"So you tell me the truth about what happened."

Ding Zimu thinks this is too complicated, what do you want me to say?

"Mumu, why did you change jobs a few times before?"

"fight."

"Same as yesterday?"

"Ok?"

"You often lose your temper?"

"Neither... not."

Yuan Qiao tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, the slight sound was abrupt and harsh in the quiet room: "Mumu, you know my feelings for you, I don't think there is anything you can't tell me."

Ding Zimu sat up straighter, his scalp was sweating a little, he felt sorry for Yuan Qiao, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, he didn't want Yuan Qiao to treat him as a lunatic, and he didn't want Yuan Qiao to be afraid of him and hate him from now on. he.

"You are Yang Yiming's student," Yuan Qiao said tentatively after deliberating, "Mania?"

"Ah?" Ding Zimu froze for a moment, and quickly judged in the eyes of ordinary people, which is more acceptable, mania or DID.

"Really?" Yuan Qiao asked.

"Uh... the main clinical symptoms of a manic state are elevated mood, racing thoughts and psychomotor excitement." Ding Zimu slipped out such a sentence subconsciously.These days, when he has nothing to do at home, he reads Yang Yiming's professional books, and some nouns come to him as soon as he opens his mouth.At this time, in a hurry, he slipped out such a sentence without thinking, and after he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself severely. Isn't this just telling Yuan Qiao that he is not a manic mania at all?I don't know how to get down the steps that are spread to the bottom of my feet. I'm really stupid at the door of my house!

Sure enough, Yuan Qiao thought for a while and asked, "You're not psychomotor excited, are you?"

Ding Zimu shook his head.

"Prefer not to say?"

"No," Ding Zimu said honestly, "I just don't know how to explain it to you. But Brother Yuan, I really didn't mean it. I will compensate for the loss in the store. If...if... I want to Change the environment."

"Wait, what do you mean? You want to change jobs again?" Yuan Qiao's face darkened, "Ding Zimu, I just care about you, and if I ask you a few words, you will cut off my money, isn't it too cruel?"

Ding Zimu didn't follow Yuan Qiao's train of thought all of a sudden, and was a little dazed.

"Student Ding Zimu," Yuan Qiao said patiently, "don't be arrogant because of favors, and don't threaten me with resignation every now and then. Let me tell you, I not only like you, but I also like money, so it's a good idea to keep you in the store." You can mention the conditions, but if you have something to do, you can say 'this job can't be done', 'I'm going to resign', believe it or not, I still dare to spank your ass!"

After Yuan Qiao finished speaking in a tone of voice, Ding Zimu couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Brother Yuan, don't be like this, you are so stupid."

"You're stupid. Isn't it just a fight? Do you know how I managed to stand alone on this street for so long?" Yuan Qiao said pretending to be mysterious, "From the street to the end of the street, The punks all over the street are convinced, so I stand firm."

"But my fights are different from yours," Ding Zimu relaxed, "Sometimes I can't control myself, and I don't even know why I fight, and what kind of fight I can make the other party."

"Actually, you managed well in the second half, a model of crisis public relations! And..." Yuan Qiao squinted his eyes and looked Ding Zimu up and down: "With your body, what kind of people can you beat?"

"What's wrong with me?" Ding Zimu said unconvinced, "I was born as a poor working people, and I have a lot of energy. If I try really hard, even Teacher Yang is no match for me."

Yuan Qiao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled wretchedly: "Hey hey."

"You 'hey hey' what?"

"It's nothing, it's just 'hehehe'." Yuan Qiao said, "It seems that I underestimated you, tsk tsk tsk."

Ding Zimu suddenly came to his senses, and blushed suddenly: "Brother Yuan, can you do it?"

"Okay, do you want to try it? I don't mind, I'm happy to oblige. And there's a bed next door, or you can like a sofa."

Ding Zimu was completely at a loss: "Brother Yuan, if it's okay, I'll go out to work."

"Go ahead, I'll find someone to remake the bread rack this afternoon, and the cost will be deducted from your salary."

"Okay, okay." Ding Zimu nodded hastily.

Yuan Qiao watched Ding Zimu's back disappear into the doorway, the smile on his face collapsed in an instant, he sighed and looked at his computer screen, Ding Zimu's back on the screen slowly walked through the corridor, went down the stairs, turned into the The locker room... Of course, there are no monitors in the locker room.

Yuan Qiao stood up and pushed open the window irritably, the biting northwest wind blew his heart out immediately.He closed the window and smiled self-deprecatingly. There are many ways of practicing in this world, and the methods of practicing ascetics in India are all kinds of strange and cruel.But compared to myself, those are trivial things. My practice method not only abuses the body but also abuses the heart. This is called "emotional cultivation".

Tossing and turning, can't get what you ask for; it's unbearable to look forward to, and you can't bear to give up.

Fuck!Yuan Qiao scolded himself: Crazy!

However, what kind of "crazy" is Ding Zimu?

***

When Yang Yiming came to pick up Ding Zimu in the evening, he had a serious discussion with Yuan Qiao on the issue of compensation. Yuan Qiao listed a sum of losses and added the sum carefully, and then said: "These are the losses of the items in the store. I will deduct it from his salary next month."

"This month," Yang Yiming said, "for the Spring Festival next month, he will definitely buy a lot of things and go back to the orphanage. Whether that salary is enough is another matter. If you deduct a little more, he will be scratching his head even more."

"Isn't there still you here? It's enough for you to add something to him."

"It's okay for me to spend money in other places, but it must be his own money to buy things for the orphanage. This is his wish. Of course, I will buy another copy for Teacher Feng separately, and give the children some books."

Yuan Qiao curled his lips, showing a "hypocritical" expression, but he agreed with Yang Yiming's approach in his heart.

"Okay, now that we've finished talking about compensation, we can now talk about rewards." Yuan Qiao turned the paper over and scratched at the back, saying as he did so, "First of all, Mumu protected Xiaoyun, which is very important. Important. Xiaoyun is a girl who obviously did nothing wrong but was insulted in public like this, Mumu is very beautiful, she is a man!"

Yang Yiming nodded.

"Secondly, there were old people, children, and a pregnant woman in the store at the time. If we let that idiot continue to make trouble, we probably would have to face a lawsuit. So at this time, I propose to kill the girl, do you agree?"

Yang Yiming shrugged his shoulders, thinking, if you kill the girl first hand, of course I have no objection, the problem is that Ding Zimu's situation is a bit special.He said: "Try to keep the loss to a minimum. Of course I think my Ding Zimu did nothing wrong."

Yuan Qiao frowned at the word "my family", and said patiently, "So I have to reward him. Let's reward him 2000 yuan this month."

Yang Yiming smiled: "He won't accept it. Yuan Qiao, if you really 'reward' him, I guarantee that he will resign. How about this, you keep the money, and you don't have to try to make up for it. You pay for it. Let’s have a meal, and it’s a way to calm people’s hearts.”

Yuan Qiao raised his eyebrows to indicate OK.

After talking about the follow-up questions about this fight, the two immediately felt that the atmosphere was a little stiff, and neither of them wanted to find another topic to talk about, and they felt a little disgusted with each other.

Ding Zimu changed his clothes and came over. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yang Yiming and Yuan Qiao staring at each other with expressions of disgust.He knew that the two of them could not be alone for more than 15 minutes, otherwise they would definitely fight, so he hurriedly dragged Yang Yiming out.

After getting into the car, Ding Zimu asked Yang Yiming what he was telling Yuan Qiao.Yuan Qiao started the car and said casually, "It's nothing. Let's discuss how much you should pay. In the end, the settlement will probably cost 2000 yuan to the store. You should really thank Dading for not putting down the disinfection cabinet next to him."

Ding Zimu said, "He didn't come today."

Yang Yiming understands why Da Ding is unwilling to come, and it is estimated that he will not come again for a long time.Yang Yiming naturally changed the subject: "Go home on weekends, it's not fun to eat just the two of us, and accompany the old lady."

Ding Zimu made the calculations and said, "Okay, I happen to have Sunday off this week."

The two of them chattered back and forth all the way home, made something to eat, took a bath and nestled in the warm living room to watch TV.Family ethics dramas on TV climaxed one after another, and the mistress beat the main room to the point where she was powerless to fight back.Yang Yiming was lazily leaning on Ding Zimu's body to play with his mobile phone. He raised his head from the mobile phone to glance at the TV, and said with disgust, "Ermu, do you like watching this kind of movie?"

"Ah?" Ding Zimu woke up from his stupor, "No, I was distracted just now."

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Yiming asked casually, then lowered his head to look at his phone.

"I miss Brother Zheng."

"Brother Zheng?" Yang Yiming dropped the phone and sat up straight on Ding Zimu's body, "What's wrong with him?"

"It's nothing, I just think, brother Zheng cares for me like he cares for a child."

"You don't often talk about Brother Zheng."

"Thinking about it now, it seems that I don't have many opportunities to see him. He seems to be on a business trip all the time and is very busy. But every time I encounter something, he is always there, such as losing my job. I got into a fight with someone, and was bullied by the landlord. Also, he is actually quite serious, with a straight face all day long, telling me that this is not right, that is not right... But he is still cooking... well, I do too I don't know if he did the cooking or I did it myself."

Yang Yiming listened for a while, then picked up his mobile phone and started playing snooker, saying, "Why do you think of him?"

"He objected to me being with you."

Yang Yiming shrugged his shoulders: "Normally, there is no father-in-law who is pleasing to his son-in-law in this world."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that Brother Zheng obviously appeared as your guardian. He completely made up for the lack of your father in reality. He is the father you imagined. Now that my precious son is getting married, he Naturally, he is unwilling." Yang Yiming smiled treacherously, "Next time you tell him that I will marry you, he will be happy."

"Teacher Yang." Ding Zimu sighed, "Can you be more serious?"

"Why should my wife and I be so serious?" Yang Yiming approached with a smile, "Come on, give me a kiss."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ding Zimu to react, Yang Yiming directly pressed Ding Zimu down on the sofa, and gnawed on it firmly.As soon as his lips touched, Yang Yiming felt that he was punched hard in the abdomen. He curled up with an "ow" and slowly rolled down from Ding Zimu's body.