my boyfriend is too random

When Ding Zimu woke up, the alarm clock hadn't sounded yet. He touched his face, the tears had already dried up, but his eyes felt sore and swollen after crying bitterly.With the dim light outside the window, he looked at Yang Yiming lying beside him.

Yang Yiming didn't sleep well, his brows were furrowed into a ball, one hand was still on Ding Zimu's waist, and he slept with his arms around him all night.

Ding Zimu knew that Yang Yiming must have been very worried last night, so he stroked Yang Yiming's brow with his fingertips, Yang Yiming's eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes.

"Nagi?"

"Yeah." Ding Zimu turned over, nestled himself into Yang Yiming's arms, and put his arms around his waist: "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

"How are you?"

"It's fine, but my eyes hurt a little. Have I cried?"

"Crying like being dumped by me." Yang Yiming leaned over and pressed a kiss on Ding Zimu's lips, "What did you dream about, crying like that?"

"I dreamed that you told me to break up."

"Nonsense," Yang Yiming muttered, "Four years from now you will be rich and handsome, and I still expect to eat your soft food!"

"Go to sleep," Ding Zimu tightened his arms, "Tomorrow...I'll come back early today to cook for you."

Yang Yiming: "Good night, Ermu, I love you, and I won't dump you."

When it was almost dawn, Yang Yiming was woken up by the alarm clock. He gritted his teeth and wanted to get out of the bed, but Ding Zimu held him down: "Okay, happy sleepy driver, you've had enough, don't send me away." Me, look at how hard you can't wake up every day."

"That won't work." Yang Yiming said seriously, "I..."

"Don't be idle at home, do some work." Ding Zimu interrupted Yang Yiming and said, "As the saying goes, '23 sticky melon sticks, 24 to clean the house, 25 to grind tofu', although we don't need to grind tofu, we still need to grind tofu." House sweeper? You'll have a week to get the house back."

Yang Yiming swept around the room: "It's so neat and clean, I can lie down and roll on the floor, how do I clean it?"

"Sweep the roof, wipe the glass, wash the curtains and bedding, and tidy up your study. I think there are fire hazards there. Besides, don't you have to prepare some food at home for the New Year?"

"Can't those hourly workers be able to do it? Also, why do you need to prepare food? No one will come to visit, we just go back to Mom's place."

"You can try it, there is absolutely no hourly worker now, and the New Year is coming soon, who will come out to work?" Ding Zimu said, "Also, Luo Yang and the others will definitely come to pay New Year's greetings, what if Big Brother Yuan and the others come? Besides, I've never had a real New Year's Eve, so just satisfy me once."

Yang Yiming was defeated by the last sentence.

So Yang Yiming wore an apron, and after two full days of busy work at home, he suddenly threw away the rag, sat down on the ground and said to himself: "Fuck, why do you listen to such a brat!" After complaining, he He got up from the floor, wandered into the study and began to toss through his overwhelming pile of documents.

As the New Year approached, many people in this city had already left for their hometowns, and the business ended early, so Ding Zimu got off work earlier and earlier.One day, when he left the bakery before seven o'clock, he felt uncomfortable for a while, so he took out his mobile phone and called Yang Yiming.Yang Yiming said weakly at the other end that he just took out the books in the three major bookcases and dusted them, and then took advantage of the good weather to spread them in the living room to dry, and he is currently in a state of dying.

Thinking of Yang Yiming's exercise in the past few days, Ding Zimu smiled: "Mr. Yang, I get off work early today. You haven't eaten yet. I'm going to buy vegetables and cook at home. What do you want to eat?"

Yang Yiming: "What are you doing, you're not tired after a busy day, let's order takeaway."

"I don't order takeaway." Ding Zimu said, "I buy vegetables and cook at home, but the dinner time may be later, just wait for me."

"Okay." Yang Yiming didn't insist, "Be careful on the road."

Ding Zimu hung up the phone and went straight to the supermarket.There are a lot of people in the fresh food department of the supermarket, because at this time of the day, some green leafy vegetables are always sold at a big discount, and there are also discounts at the bread counter, so there is always a long queue.Ding Zimu didn't want to buy those dishes that didn't look bright. He turned to the counter to buy clean vegetables in fresh-keeping packages. It was rare to cook a meal at home. He wanted to do his best.

In the crowd of people, he caught a glimpse of Ding Kuiqiang.

Wearing a very old down jacket, Ding Zimu even thought it looked familiar.The hair is all white, the eyes are cloudier, and the fingernails are full of black dirt.He didn't pick out those discounted dishes, but walked around the deli counter and the main food counter in circles, pinching something from each tasting plate and putting it into his mouth every time he turned around.

Standing behind a shelf of cherry tomatoes, Ding Zimu looked at Ding Kuiqiang pretending to rummage through a pile of oranges, then quickly stuffed an orange into his down jacket, and then rummaged through it with a dissatisfied look Sweet potatoes on the side.

Ding Zimu looked at the wretched old man, bowed his waist slightly, and stuffed another sweet potato into the down jacket.

a thief!Ding Zimu thought, Ding Kuiqiang, will there ever be a day in your life when you will be able to live aboveboard?Is there a day when I can live like a human being?

Ding Kuiqiang didn't see Ding Zimu, he finally picked up a bag of pears from the discount counter.Ding Zimu knew that kind of pears were either damaged or had wormholes, and four or five pears were put in a plastic bag for only two yuan a bag.Generally, people who come to buy discounted vegetables rarely buy such fruits even if they want to save money.

Ding Zimu sneered, he was sure that Ding Kuiqiang would not really want to buy that bag of pears, according to Ding Kuiqiang's personality, even if he really wanted to buy pears, he would definitely have to pick and choose, and would never pick up a bag so casually Go to the weighing platform.Ding Zimu followed him calmly, looking at Ding Kuiqiang through a gap in the crowd from a distance of six or seven meters.

Sure enough, Ding Kuiqiang snuggled up behind an aunt wearing a maroon Tang suit padded jacket that fit the occasion, as if wanting to squeeze forward.The aunt turned her head and wanted to reprimand her, but she looked at Ding Kuiqiang's down jacket that was so dirty that it was stained with soot and oil, and then looked at her brand new jacket.So he rolled his eyes in disgust, and moved to the side, hiding Ding Kuiqiang a little far away.So Ding Kuiqiang smoothly squeezed into the queue waiting to be weighed, his right hand hidden behind a shopping cart full of things.

Ding Zimu saw that the person pushing the shopping cart was a young mother. A two- or three-year-old baby was sitting on the small seat of the shopping cart and dancing. The mother smiled and looked at her baby, all her attention was on the child, while Her bag was so casually slung over her shoulder, also blocked by the shopping cart.

Ding Zimu immediately turned his head and looked around, he knew that the child's father must be nearby.Sure enough, he saw a tall man squeezed over from the fruit area holding a papaya, the child was waving at his father with his small hands open, and the mother naturally turned her head away.

At that moment, Ding Kuiqiang suddenly squeezed out from the crowd, he threw the bag of pears on a pile of grapes, and walked in another direction.

Ding Zimu hesitated at that moment, he knew that the young mother's wallet must be in Ding Kuiqiang's sleeve, and he also knew that as long as he grabbed him and yelled, he would not be able to escape.But Ding Zimu didn't want to have even the slightest relationship with this man in his heart, even if he acted bravely.

In such a moment of hesitation, Ding Kuiqiang squeezed a few meters away.At this time, the young mother suddenly exclaimed: "My bag!" The people around immediately buzzed and commotion, and everyone hugged the bag to their chests.The father put the papaya in the shopping cart and looked down at his wife.

Ding Zimu looked at Ding Kuiqiang who was four or five shelves away, and quickly squeezed over to the father and said, "That's the man, the one who was standing behind your lover just now, the one in the dark down jacket."

"That's right, that's him, the one who's been squeezing and squeezing behind, so it's a thief." The lady in Tang suit shouted immediately.

The young father pushed aside the crowd and chased after him with great strides.From a distance, Ding Zimu saw that he finally grabbed Ding Kuiqiang's collar by the edge of the fresh food area.

Ding Zimu silently put down the shopping basket in his hand, turned and left the supermarket.

He didn't take the bus, but just walked along the street.He found that he no longer had a sense of fear of Ding Kuiqiang. He hated this person but was not afraid. Looking at him cold and helpless like that is like watching a cobra entangled in oneself.Now, in Ding Zimu's eyes, Ding Kuiqiang is just a parasite who has come to an end and lost all dignity.This made Ding Zimu very happy, he was finally living a "manly" life as Ding said, although it was not enough.

Ding Zimu thought, if it was Da Ding, what would he do?

There is no doubt that Da Ding would grab Ding Kuiqiang by the collar of his clothes and throw him to the ground the moment Ding Kuiqiang made his attack, and then punch him hard, and would also step on his hand, making his dirty hand I dare not put my claws into other people's pockets again!

Ding Zimu thought, Da Ding, I am still not brave enough, but I am already very good now, and I will be better in the future.

Ding Zimu took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs, and the cold air calmed him down, so he thought of a question: why is Ding Kuiqiang still on this street.

Ding Zimu stopped, it was about three or four stops away from home, and it was the largest supermarket in this area.Usually, if there is something missing at home, he and Yang Yiming will come to this supermarket to buy.Is Ding Kuiqiang's wandering in this area a coincidence or ulterior motives?Ding Zimu clenched his fists, he felt a faint sense of uneasiness.

***

Yang Yiming collapsed on the sofa and gasped for breath. The homework assigned by Ding Zimu today was to clean the kitchen.He has always felt that his kitchen is just like a decoration, at most a layer of dust, and it must be easy to wipe.But when he actually got started, he realized what a terrible workload it was. After a day, he felt pain all over his body and smelled of oily smoke.

Yang Yiming pressed his stomach, hungry.He just ordered takeaway at noon today, and he really didn't want to eat takeaway for dinner. He originally planned to make a bag of instant noodles and forget it, but Ding Zimu called back to save him. Now he is waiting impatiently for Ding Zimu to open the door, Conjure him a nice dinner.

After a while, the door opened, and Ding Zimu stood in the porch empty-handed to change his shoes.

"Ermu?" Yang Yiming jumped up from the sofa, walked over to touch Ding Zimu's face, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?" Ding Zimu said with a smile, "Oh, you are talking about food. I stopped by the bus and forgot to buy it."

"Stop talking." Yang Yiming tapped Ding Zimu's head, "This reason is pure nonsense, what happened?"

Ding Zimu put down the smiling face that had been squeezed out for a long time, sighed and leaned forward, put his chin in Yang Yiming's shoulder socket, put his hands around Yang Yiming's waist: "I see Ding Kui is strong."

"Yeah." Yang Yiming hugged Ding Zimu tightly, slowly moved into the living room, and sat on the sofa with his arms around him, "What did you say?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "He didn't even see me. I saw him in the supermarket. He is a professional thief now." Ding Zimu sneered, "It seems that he has learned a skill besides beating his wife and children. The Nian Da Prison is not in vain."

Yang Yiming printed a kiss on Ding Zimu's forehead: "You are not afraid of him anymore."

This is not a question, but an affirmation with some approval.

"I'm sick." Ding Zimu adjusted his posture and nestled more comfortably in Yang Yiming's arms. "I'm a little worried. The city is so big, why must he appear on this street?"

"Let's keep an eye on you." Yang Yiming shrugged and said as a matter of course, "It can't be because the feng shui of this street is exceptionally good."

Ding Zimu didn't speak.He understands that this is the only reason, although he also wants to hear Yang Yiming say "you think too much", but that kind of meaningless lie is useless.He likes this about Yang Yiming. He never does meaningless things, always faces problems directly, and never avoids them. This is the attitude to solve problems.

"I was thinking on the way back today..."

"What are you thinking? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wonder when will he die." Ding Zimu said flatly, "Although I think it's immoral to say so, I just want him to die quickly. When he dies, everything will be over."

"We can't control whether he will die or not, but we can try not to be affected by him." Yang Yiming said, "Don't worry, you have grown up, he can't do anything to you."

"Yeah." Ding Zimu turned sideways and lay on Yang Yiming's lap, "I don't want to cook anymore, what should I do?"

"There's me." Yang Yiming said proudly, "Isn't it delicious if it's not delicious? You rest, I'll do it."

Yang Yiming put his hand on Ding Zimu's forehead, and waited quietly for a while. Feeling that Ding Zimu's mood gradually calmed down, he took a sofa cushion and stuffed it under Ding Zimu's head: "I'll cook, you lie down for a while. Son."

"Don't burn the kitchen down."

"Shut up." Yang Yiming tapped Ding Zimu on the forehead, turned around and went to the bedroom to get Ding Zimu's home clothes, "Change?"

"Too lazy to move."

"Don't, it's so uncomfortable to wear this, or I'll change it for you."

"Hmm." Ding Zimu stretched out a hand lazily.

"Boy, you're still alive!" Yang Yiming laughed and cursed, unbuttoned Ding Zimu's padded shirt, took off the shirt and put on the pajamas, "I took off your pants."

"It's not that I haven't taken it off before." Ding Zimu muttered, and raised his waist in cooperation.

Yang Yiming unbuttoned the belt buckle and trousers button, and slowly pulled down the zipper of the jeans at a very slow speed. He obviously felt that Ding Zimu's whole body froze: "Mr. Yang, you have some evil intentions."

"Well. Think about it, okay?"

Ding Zimu blinked, sat up and put his arms around Yang Yiming's neck, and pressed his lips against Yang Yiming's: "Do you still need to ask?"