my boyfriend is too random

Soon, the winter vacation finally ushered in at the end of January. Before the holiday, Yang Yiming gritted his teeth and worked hard for a week. He finished all the summaries and analyzes of the semester, and handed them over to the teaching office on the last day of the semester.

Ding Zimu envied Yang Yiming for having such a long vacation to rest, but Yang Yiming told him that he couldn't rest for too long. First of all, he had three individual counseling cases at hand, and he needed to arrange time for consultation every week.In addition, there are two papers to be written, and various teaching plans and arrangements for the next semester. In short, there are a lot of odd and small desk work.

Ding Zimu listened for a while and asked, "Is there any fixed frequency requirement for psychological counseling?"

Yang Yiming shook his head: "There is no requirement, basically once a week."

Ding Zimu hesitated for a while and said: "Mr. Yang, can you arrange these three consultations in the first three days of the week, anyway, you are on vacation, so if you have nothing to do in the last few days of the week, go to spend time with Auntie , Auntie's health is not very good."

Many things needless to say, Yang Yiming naturally understood what Ding Zimu meant, so he spent at least half of the time at his mother's house every week eating and drinking.Mother Yang said in distaste that Yang Yiming couldn't chat, couldn't make him happy, ate more than pigs and was snarky, and whispered "Thank you" to Ding Zimu who came over on the weekend.

"Auntie, don't say that." Ding Zimu was not rewarded for his merits, and felt that the word "thank you" was not worthy of him.

Mother Yang said, "Whoever raises a son knows, with so many winter and summer vacations, this winter vacation is the only time he stays at home for a long time."

Ding Zimu smiled without saying a word, and continued to go to the kitchen to make the jujube cake that Yang’s mother loved to eat. Xu Zhujun walked around Ding Zimu, and he got a mouthful of delicious food after a circle, and he was half full within two laps. .

Yang Shuangming worriedly said to Yang Yiming: "Can you tell Mumu not to cook food all the time? Look at your niece, can you get any fatter?"

When Yang Yiming said this to Ding Zimu, Ding Zimu said slowly: "Aside from cooking, I don't know what else to do with me."

Ding Zimu's expression was a bit depressed, so Yang Yiming was distressed, and said, "Hurry up and cook delicious food. From the old lady to the little niece, the whole family is waiting salivating."

Time flies quickly, and the Spring Festival is not long before the calendar.At this time in previous years, Yiming had no concept of time. He woke up naturally every day, called takeaway to fill his stomach, and then began to sit in front of the computer, play games, download "action movies", and talk nonsense with union members. In other words, if you really have nothing to do, you just wander around in various forums, and when you are tired from shopping, you just climb back to bed and hang out.

In his opinion, the winter vacation has to be so depraved in order to show the superiority of the vacation, otherwise how can he "smile proudly" in the circle of friends with his meager salary?

But this year's winter vacation, this day can't be lived like this.Since the Ding Kuiqiang incident, Yang Yiming has always been worried about Ding Zimu's safety. It was not convenient before, but now it is a holiday, and it is inconvenient to travel in the cold weather, so he patted his chest and insisted on picking up and dropping off every day. Ding Zimu politely refused and had to agree first. Let him send it for two days.

Yang Yiming didn't get out of bed on the first day.

Ding Zimu woke up before the alarm clock rang, he turned off the alarm clock and quietly got up to take a shower, and when it was still dark, he quietly opened the door and left.When Yang Yiming was woken up by the warm sun, Ding Zimu had finished making the first batch of croissants.

So the next day, Yang Yiming not only turned on the alarm clock but also the cell phone, and also very seriously warned Ding Zimu not to "go away quietly" alone.As a result, the next day, after the two alarm clocks quarreled upside down, Yang Yiming strongly suppressed the urge to smash the phone, and reluctantly crawled out of the warm bed.

The happiest thing about the winter vacation is that you don’t have to get up early. If the other party is not Ding Zimu, Yang Yiming will not get up no matter what.Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming in the bathroom with a funny face and washed his face with cold water: "Mr. Yang, why do you think you should?"

"Don't you want to show off? Anyway, it's your man."

Ding Zimu froze for a moment, the words "you man" gave him a strange sense of satisfaction and security.

So Ding Zimu obediently got into Yang Yiming's car with a red face.Yang Yiming sent the person to the store, just as Xiaoyun had just heated up the coffee machine, so Yang Yiming gave Yang Yiming his stomach for the first cup of coffee of the day.After Yang Yiming delivered the person, he came back to sleep again, and after getting up, he continued to squat in front of the computer and wait for the sitting to melt.

In the evening, he would go to the store to pick up Ding Zimu in a pinch.On this day, when Yang Yiming came to the store, the snacks on the shelves were basically emptied. Yuan Qiao leaned against the cashier and drank a cup of hot chocolate. When he saw Yang Yiming coming through the glass door, he pursed his lips in disgust and walked in with the cup in his hand. into the room.Ding Zimu still didn't come out of the operating room, but waved to Yang Yiming through the glass.

Xiaoyun turned around and poured a cup of hot chocolate for Yang Yiming, and handed it over: "Teacher Yang, let's have a cup of chocolate first, Mumu will come out later."

"Thank you, what is he busy with?" Yang Yiming took a sip of the chocolate, which was very fragrant but not very sweet, which was his favorite taste.

"Someone made an appointment for a very complicated cake, and Mu Mu said that mounting flowers is too difficult, so I need to practice."

Yang Yiming sat by the window and waited, Xiaoyun stood behind the cash register, looked at Yang Yiming eagerly, then at Ding Zimu, who was busy in the operation room, and at the direction Yuan Qiao left, and sighed .

Half an hour later, Ding Zimu hurried out while buttoning his coat: "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry."

"What's the matter?" Yang Yiming greeted him, and naturally took Ding Zimu's scarf from his arm and helped him wrap it up. "Have a cup of chocolate, just take a break."

Xiaoyun sighed again, all the good men these days have been digested internally, and I can't blame the more and more leftover women.

Yang Yiming started the car, turned on the seat heater, and said with a smile, "Come on, I'll iron your butt."

"Did you eat it when it's cooked?" Ding Zimu answered smoothly.

"Eat! Eat tonight!" Yang Yiming said, rubbing Ding Zimu's thigh very roguely.Caught off guard, Ding Zimu yelled "Hey".

Yang Yiming smiled and stepped on the accelerator.

With the phrase "eat tonight" on the road, Ding Zimu was inexplicably nervous and excited all night. As long as Yang Yiming approached within half a meter of him, he would have the feeling of jumping up and doing a set of radio exercises.

One two three four, two two three four, flutter!

"Ermu," Yang Yiming said helplessly, "you make me feel very guilty, as if you want to spoil someone else's big girl."

"What's wrong with me?" Ding Zimu argued with his neck stuck, "I obviously didn't say anything."

But actually I really want to do something!

"You have 'don't, don't' written on your left face, and 'hurry up' written on your right face, which side do you think I listen to?"

"I do not have."

"Well, even if you don't, the question now is that I want it, okay?"

Ding Zimu suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to rush over immediately, hug Yang Yiming tightly, let Yang Yiming leave a mark on him, deep and gentle, painful and sweet, it seems that only in this way can the past truly become the past: "Teacher Yang, I...how about we..."

"Want to try?"

Ding Zimu blushed, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Yang Yiming stretched out his hand and pushed him into the soft big bed, then gently pressed him up and kissed him: "If you feel uncomfortable, just pinch me and I will stop immediately."

"Pinch... where?" Ding Zimu was a little nervous.

"I don't have a button switch on my body, I can pinch it anywhere...except... this place." Yang Yiming stood up and rubbed Ding Zimu's body while speaking.

Ding Zimu felt a fire ignited in his body instantly, which made him dizzy, and before he had time to feel anything, he felt that he was suddenly pulled by someone.

This feeling was too familiar, knowing that he knew what would happen next in an instant, so he pinched Yang Yiming fiercely before falling into darkness.

The pinch was a bit harsh, if it was around the neck, he would probably be a widower.

It was still a dark and cramped alley, it was still a ruined wall overgrown with weeds, it was still a ruin full of rubbish, but this time he didn't see Zheng Ge, nor did he see Da Ding or Xu Lin.

Ding Zimu stood there in a daze for a long time, he didn't understand why he came here, he obviously felt good this time, everything was throbbing like a normal man, obviously he was curled up with Yang Yiming in his arms just a second ago Warm and soft bed.He walked two steps carefully into the alley, and he couldn't see anything in the darkness ahead. He looked back, and there was a faint yellow light.Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked in the direction of the lamp.Soon, he found himself standing at the gate of the courtyard that was familiar and frightening to him, and there was a lingering aroma of fried rice cakes wafting from the door.

This time, Ding Zimu stepped into the courtyard gate without any hesitation.There was no Xu Lin behind the bicycle standing against the wall, and Da Ding didn't come out to stop him. The aroma of fried rice cakes in the yard became stronger, but he didn't hear Grandma Zheng's kind voice calling him over to eat.

Ding Zimu slowly stepped up a step, and stood in front of a tightly closed wooden door. There was an old-fashioned padlock on the door, but he knew that the lock was actually only closed, and could be opened with a pull.He stretched out his hand and tugged lightly, and the already broken lock opened. He put his palm on the wooden door, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door open with a little force.

The room was even darker, but Ding Zimu walked in slowly and familiarly, bypassing a broken table that was invisible but definitely there. The table was a little lame, and Ding Zimu used a small piece of calendar paper Fold it a few folds and put it under the table legs; four steps forward from the small table is the bed next to the window.

When Ding Zimu silently counted to three in his heart, he kicked to the edge of the bed. Before he could take back his raised foot, a sharp pain swept up his calf bone.Yes, he's grown up, he's not that kid who just curls up in bed and cries.

"Xu Lin?" Ding Zimu bent over and touched the edge of the bed, then sat down, "Are you there?"

"Yes." A soft reply came from the corner of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Ding Zimu squinted his eyes hard, but in the darkness, he couldn't even see the figure clearly.

"Brother Dading asked me to find you."

Ding Zimu: "Da Ding? Where is he?"

"It's at home, he's been with me all the time, otherwise I'd be scared alone."

"Then can you let him out, I have something to say to him."

Xu Lin shook his head: "Brother Da Ding doesn't want to see you, he said he hasn't made up his mind yet." Xu Lin paused, then added softly, "I don't know what he's thinking either."

Ding Zimu: "Brother Da Ding asked you to find me, why?"

"Brother Da Ding asked me to tell you that I am not afraid anymore."

Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, but he immediately came to his senses and asked softly, "Why aren't you afraid anymore?"

"Brother Dading said, I was bitten by a mad dog, but not all dogs are mad dogs."

Ding Zimu: "..."

This is really Da Ding's language style, but I don't know how Yang Yiming will react when he hears it.

"Brother Mumu," Xu Lin muttered, "Actually... I'm still quite scared, but Brother Ding said that it's useless to be afraid of things that have happened, and fear is a waste of things that haven't happened yet..."

Ding Zimu: "He's right."

"So...so...Brother Ding just wanted me to tell you, actually...I can understand."

Ding Zimu laughed silently and said, "What can you understand?"

"That... that is, you and Teacher Yang... I like Brother Mumu, and I hope you will be happy. So, don't worry, I won't run out."

Ding Zimu sat in the darkness, still couldn't see where Xu Lin was, but Ding's face appeared very clearly in front of his eyes, with a trace of fierceness, he scolded himself "trash" while unswervingly helping He blocked all the harm by himself; while "robbing" Yang Yiming from himself, he comforted Xu Lin so that he could enjoy the happiness of a lover.His heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a big hand, and he could only gasp for breath in pain. He blinked, tears streaming down his face.

Xu Lin didn't make another sound, Ding Zimu sat alone in the dark and wept silently.