my boyfriend is too random

After get off work on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Yuan Qiao called Ding Zimu to the office, handed him a red envelope and said, "It's Chinese New Year, send a red envelope for good luck."

Ding Zimu took it and said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Yuan."

Yuan Qiao: "I won't be using it tomorrow. We won't be making new things. I'll close the store when I sell out the rest of the store tomorrow. Let's open after the [-]th. You want to come to work on the [-]th." Just do it."

"Are you alone in the store tomorrow?" Ding Zimu said, "I'll come too. Can you do it alone?"

"Okay, you come." Yuan Qiao stared at Ding Zimu's Xiasanlu and said, "Tomorrow there will be no one in the store, just the two of us, so we can do something else you like."

"Brother Yuan, you..."

Yuan Qiao curled his lips: "Look at your unwillingness. Hurry up, there are not many things left. I guess they will be sold out by two or three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Even if they can't be sold out, they have to be thrown away." .I’m fine by myself, you go home and rest, it’s almost Chinese New Year.”

"Happy New Year, Brother Yuan." Ding Zimu happily left with the red envelope, leaving Yuan Qiao alone in the deserted shop to light a cigarette.

Another new year, another person, Yuan Qiao frowned and thought, he is as elegant and elegant as a jade tree, so why is there no one with long eyes?

He put out the cigarette in the ashtray, thinking: Where are we going this Spring Festival?I don't want to go to the island anymore, so why don't I go to Harbin?

Besides, I really need to cool down.

***

Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, Yang Yiming drove Ding Zimu straight to the supermarket.I have bought a bunch of chicken, duck and fish before, and today's task is to buy fresh vegetables and fruits.

Yang Yiming said with a smile: "Ermu, there are only a few people in the family, and Yang Shuangming is arguing all day long to lose weight and doesn't eat anything. My mother's body can only drink porridge, but Xu Zhujun can eat it, but she is a woman after all. Children, how much more can you eat? What are you buying like a strategic reserve for?"

"It's Chinese New Year." Ding Zimu said, "Teacher Feng said that the Chinese New Year should be like this... let's go, let's go buy some oranges, good luck."

Yang Yiming looked at the overcrowded shopping cart and felt that the whole family had enough food for a week.

When paying the bill, Ding Zimu took out a card from his wallet and said, "Mr. Yang, step aside quickly, and let me experience the feeling of being a local tyrant."

"This car costs only a thousand yuan when it's dead. It's too cheap for you, a local tyrant."

"Swipe one thousand at a time, this is a big deal, get out of the way, don't compete with me, I want to experience it."

Yang Yiming took two steps away: "There are still people who are rushing to spend money these days, I won't stop you, come here!"

Ding Zimu spent the money contentedly, and said to himself, "It feels really good."

"Where is it good?" Yang Yiming asked as he put five or six overstuffed shopping bags in the trunk.

Ding Zimu blinked: "It feels like I'm raising you."

Yang Yiming closed the trunk lid with a "bang", grinned and said, "Boss Nading, it's Chinese New Year's Eve, you don't want to give some red envelopes as a benefactor."

Ding Zimu quickly glanced left and right at the parking lot. There were many people, but no one would pay special attention to them, so Ding Zimu quickly leaned over and kissed Yang Yiming on the cheek: "The gold master himself is yours."

"Don't recruit me," Yang Yiming said threateningly, "I've always been curious about 'Che Zhen', I don't mind giving it a try."

"Advocating prostitution in the daytime." Ding Zimu laughed and said, "Let's go quickly, Mom should be waiting."

When she got home, Mother Yang couldn’t help complaining when she saw the pile of things: “Why do you buy so many things? It would be nice for you two to go out and live a two-person world with some money."

Xu Zhujun was the happiest one. She picked up the huge shopping bags one by one, took out all the snacks inside and piled them together, and then looked at Yang Yiming helplessly: "Little uncle, these are all for me. ?"

Yang Shuangming said: "Junjun, you can no longer gain weight."

The little girl's beauty-loving nature instantly gained the upper hand, and she curled her lips in confusion.Ding Zimu squatted down and said: "Junjun, these things are for you, can you save them and eat slowly, you won't gain weight if you eat a little every day."

Xu Zhujun grumbled and complained that he couldn't eat it all at once, and put the snacks into the cabinet reluctantly.

This year, there are many people in the family, and it was very lively all afternoon. When the old lady came to play mahjong, Ding Zimu waved his hand and said that he didn't even know how many cards there were in mahjong, so he automatically went to the kitchen to deal with the pile of ingredients.

"Yang Yiming," Yang Shuangming pouted into the kitchen, "What kind of shit luck did you get, kid?"

"Good people are rewarded with good rewards. This is God's pity on me. I saw how miserably I was abused by you in the first half of my life..."

Seeing the bickering between the siblings, Mama Yang couldn't help laughing, but the tip of her brows was slightly frowned, and there was a bit of sadness and worry in her smile.

Brother-in-law Yang is very busy with work. He is always on business trips or working overtime in the laboratory. It is rare that he can stay at home for two days during the Spring Festival holiday, so he is in a hurry to express it in front of his mother-in-law in order to improve his bad image of "disregarding family".So he set up a square table with great enthusiasm and prepared mahjong.

Yang Yiming originally wanted to go to the kitchen to help his "daughter-in-law". If Ding Zimu was busy with the huge pile of dishes, it would be tiring enough, but it seems that he can only sit down and rub two handfuls of dishes in this posture.Being in a dilemma, Mother Yang said: "Why don't you stop playing? How can Xiao Ding be busy with the meals of our big family? Xiao Xu and Shuang Ming will chat with me for a while, and Yiming will go to Xiao Ding. Ding help."

Ding Zimu heard it in the kitchen, poked his head out and said, "Mom, forget it, if we let Teacher Yang come, our New Year's Eve dinner will have to be changed to supper. I can do it alone, and you play cards with my sister and the others." Come on, you win more and give us red envelopes."

Ding Zimu had a sweet mouth, and the old lady was so teased that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. The worry and sentimentality just now flew away in the sky.Yang Yiming blinked at Ding Zimu, pursed his lips lightly and blew a kiss, and then said, "Come on, play cards, brother-in-law and family will count you as rich, today you may lose or not win!"

Ding Zimu retracted his head into the kitchen and began to pack a three-yellow chicken. Hearing the sound of shuffling outside and everyone talking and laughing, he had a strong feeling that this was his dream home since he was a child.

After not playing for a long time, Yang Yiming stood up and said, "You guys count the cards first, and I'll get a glass of water. Who wants a drink?"

Yang Shuangming sneered, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of "sneering", Yang's mother looked at her son and pursed her lips and smiled, only brother-in-law Yang was kind, seeing his brother-in-law's increasingly embarrassed face, smoothed things over and said: "I drink water, give me a cup of tea, Yiming make me a 'good' cup of tea, don't be fooled."

Yang Yiming entered the kitchen with a sullen face, and there was a burst of laughter behind him.

"What?" Ding Zimu's hands were all covered with spices, he filled the chicken belly with various spices to marinate, and was sewing the chicken belly with a needle.Hearing a noise behind him, he turned his head and saw Yang Yiming standing behind him sullenly.

"They are laughing at me." Yang Yiming leaned close to Ding Zimu's ear and whispered, his exhaled breath penetrated into Ding Zimu's ear and collar, making him shiver violently.

"What are you laughing at? Did you lose the card?"

"Well, I lost." Yang Yiming put his chin in the socket of Ding Zimu's shoulder, and put his hands around Ding Zimu's waist, "It smells delicious, it smells delicious."

"I haven't done it yet."

"I don't mean chicken."

"You..." Ding Zimu froze for a moment, and suddenly felt a little hot. He coughed and changed the subject, "How much did you lose? If you don't have any money, go get it from my wallet."

Yang Yiming clenched his arms tightly: "Doesn't it feel good to be a benefactor?"

"It's so cool." Ding Zimu shrugged his shoulders and pushed Yang Yiming's chin, "Why did you come here?"

"Nothing, look at you, working like a Cinderella in the kitchen."

"Get out quickly, get out quickly," Ding Zimu said with a smile, "Don't make trouble."

Yang Yiming tilted his head and kissed Ding Zimu's neck, let go of his hands and walked out, and retreated after walking two steps: "I almost forgot."

"what?"

"Pour two cups of tea." Yang Yiming dug out the cups and tea leaves from the cupboard, and said while boiling water, "I came in to pour water."

Ding Zimu glanced at him, revealing a tacit smile.

***

The old lady was in poor health and couldn't sit for a long time, and the game ended soon. Brother-in-law Yang cleaned up the table very virtuously, and Xu Zhujun couldn't get in when the smell started to smell in the kitchen.Yang Yiming walked slowly to the door of the kitchen, and saw one big and one small busy in harmony, one was chopping vegetables, the other was peeling garlic, enjoying themselves.

"Little uncle." Xu Zhujun said while clutching a head of garlic, "Brother Mumu just fried lotus root. It's very delicious."

"Uncle." Yang Yiming said.

The little girl pouted: "It's obviously much younger than you."

"How young is it? You're only six or seven years old!" Yang Yiming felt that he had to correct the title of "little niece", otherwise the feeling of "poor generation" would be too frustrating.

Yang Shuangming came over and threw his younger brother and daughter out to play: "Junjun, take your little uncle back to play in the room, don't mess up in the kitchen, I'll help Xiaoding cook."

"Sister, I can do it by myself, no problem." Ding Zimu quickly waved his hand, "I really can, I learned this."

"You can't let you do it alone," Yang Shuangming said while putting on an apron, "Didn't you see Yang Yiming's face full of accusations? He feels distressed."

Ding Zimu's face was still red after all.

Every family's New Year's Eve dinner is a happy one. For the first time, Ding Zimu knew what a real "New Year's Eve dinner" looks like, and he really understood what "family reunion" is. The corners of his mouth did not let go all night. come down.At nine o'clock the old lady had already gone back to sleep, Xu Zhujun clamored to set off the fireworks, Yang Yiming got a little too drunk and lay on the sofa and didn't want to move, Ding Zimu took the initiative to ask Ying to take the little girl downstairs to set off the flowers.

Since Ding Zimu wanted to go down, Yang Yiming subconsciously wanted to follow. Before his butt left the sofa, Xu Zhujun said: "I want to go with Brother Mumu...uncle, not my little uncle."

Yang Yiming slumped on the sofa: "I'm too lazy to go."

Ding Zimu patted Yang Yiming's hand: "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Two people, one big and one small, went downstairs hand in hand. Yang Shuangming pushed his younger brother to the side of the sofa, sat down and said, "Mom is very happy today."

Yang Yiming's eyes darkened: "Next year..."

"Let's pass this year first, the old lady is happy every day, but at least let her see Xiaoding."

Yang Yiming stared at the TV, but his thoughts drifted away: "Sister, in the future... it may be a little troublesome."

"Yeah." Yang Shuangming nodded, leaned to the side and leaned against her husband, and said lazily, "Mom and I can more or less guess a little bit, but you choose the path yourself, as long as you don't regret it. Mom I don’t care anymore, your brother-in-law and I..."

"I don't care." Brother-in-law Yang said with a smile, "I even dare to marry your sister, and there will be nothing in this world to scare me."

Yang Yiming laughed, and a firework exploded outside the window, illuminating his eyes.

Although it was New Year's Eve, the elderly and children couldn't stay up all night. Xu Zhujun managed to last until twelve o'clock when the firecrackers were set off. After eating two dumplings, he closed his eyes and poured himself next to Ding Zimu.

"Junjun, let me take you back to the house to sleep, okay?"

Xu Zhujun said in a daze, "I want to sleep with Brother Mumu."

Yang Yiming: "We'll be back in a while."

"What time are you going back?" Brother-in-law Yang said, "What time is it, don't go back in the middle of the night, just stay here, it's not that there is no place to sleep."

"That's right, besides you drank." Yang Shuangming instructed his younger brother to hug the quilt, "You and Mumu can sleep in your room."

Xu Zhujun hugged Ding Zimu's neck and did not let go: "No, no, no, little uncle goes to sleep in his own room, brother Mumu sleeps with me."

"How can your little single bed fit two people?" Yang Shuangming patted his daughter, "Good boy, go back to sleep by yourself."

Xu Zhujun twitched the corners of his mouth, and was about to cry: "Brother Mumu and I will sleep in my uncle's room, and I will let my uncle sleep on my bed."

"It's Chinese New Year, don't cry." Yang Yiming pointed to the door, "Ermu, you take Junjun to sleep, I'll sleep in her room."

Yang Shuangming smiled at Ding Zimu embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, this girl is too clingy."

Ding Zimu held Junjun carefully: "It's okay, I like children."

Xu Zhujun was playing like crazy, he was so sleepy a long time ago, he fell asleep holding Ding Zimu's arm within 2 minutes after putting him on the bed.Ding Zimu stayed with her for a while, making sure that she was fast asleep, and then carefully pulled his arm out.

This is Yang Yiming's room, and only a small lamp is lit in the room.Xu Zhujun slept soundly, and Ding Zimu wandered around the room with great interest. There were many books on the bookshelf, and the writing desk was very old with several photo frames on it.Ding Zimu took one and looked at it under the light. It was Yang Yiming's graduation photo, wearing academic gown, smiling.

This is a very ordinary room, so ordinary that when Ding Zimu stood in the middle of the room, he had a sense of being at home.He pulled away the chair in front of the desk, sat down gently, put his arms on the table, and pretended to be writing, imagining that many years ago, Yang Yiming was sitting here, frowning, nibbling at the end of a pen, doing math one by one He also imagined him circling around the room irritably, reciting "ABC" or "Fish in Beiming" in his mouth; Nibbling on my fingernails, thinking hard about how to imitate my mother's signature...

He just sat silently in front of the desk, living the first half of Yang Yiming's life in his mind.Later, he couldn't tell whether it was Yang Yiming's life or the life he himself wanted to live, and he was even a little confused whether it was Ding Zimu or Yang Yiming who was sitting here in a daze.Ding Zimu stood up, turned off the small lamp by the bed, listened carefully to the silence in the living room, opened the door, and tiptoed into Xu Zhujun's room.

Yang Yiming was sitting on the bed, looking at his mobile phone, and smiled when he saw him come in.

"Come here quickly," Yang Yiming moved in, patted the bed beside him and said, "I'm sending you a WeChat message."

Ding Zimu took two steps and sat down beside the bed: "What are you doing?"

"Of course!" Yang Yiming said with a smirk.

"I asked why you sent me WeChat!" Ding Zimu stretched his head to look at Yang Yiming's phone.

"I told you to come and sleep quickly," Yang Yiming said naturally, "Do you still want me to spend the long night alone in an empty bed? I don't want to do New Year's Eve alone!"

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming with disgust: "How do you sleep in this small single bed? Let me say good night to you, and then I will go to the living room to sleep on the sofa."

"The small bed...is intimate." Yang Yiming said, grabbing Ding Zimu's wrist and pressing him down, "It's so warm."

Ding Zimu stared at Yang Yiming's chest, the first button was undone, revealing a small piece of skin exposed to the air.It was probably a little cold, and a slight shudder appeared on the skin.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu muttered, raised his head slightly, pressed his lips to the small piece of skin, and said vaguely, "This is Junjun's room."

"Yeah." Yang Yiming snorted, thought for a while and let go, "Wait."

Before Ding Zimu could react, Yang Yiming ran out barefoot, and came back after a while holding Junjun who had fallen asleep to the point where he didn't know anything about her. "Quick, put her away for me."

Ding Zimu laughed softly, and the two worked together to put Junjun in place, tucked in the quilt, and ran back to Yang Yiming's room hand in hand.

Yang Yiming hugged Ding Zimu tightly under the blanket, and asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Ding Zimu shook his head and put his hands on Yang Yiming's waist: "My sister and the others are all asleep."

"Well, it's almost two o'clock."

"Then... are you sleepy?"

"Huh? What do you want to do?" Yang Yiming was tugging at the corner of his mouth, and his palm touched Ding Zimu's back along the pajamas.

"I'm not sleepy." Ding Zimu hinted, he stroked Yang Yiming's calf with his toes, then bent his knees, and gently rubbed the base of Yang Yiming's thigh.

"Then can I have a midnight snack?" Yang Yiming slowly unbuttoned Ding Zimu's clothes.

"Okay." Ding Zimu took a breath, "It's winter, cook the rice before eating."

Yang Yiming stopped what he was doing, and looked at Ding Zimu seriously. In the darkness, the occasional fireworks passing by outside the window reflected in his eyes, reflecting brilliant light.Yang Yiming held his breath and asked, "Ermu, what did you say?"

"I said...it's cold, cook the rice before eating."

"Fuji, you..."

Ding Zimu reached out and grabbed Yang Yiming's collar, pulled him closer and kissed him: "Do you cook or not? If you are not good at cooking, then I will come. I am a professional."

"Get out." Yang Yiming scolded with a smile, "Where do you go to major?" He put his palm on Ding Zimu's chest, slid down along the waistline, and said close to Ding Zimu's ear, "Cooking... Let me do it."

Ding Zimu closed his eyes slightly, listened to the crackling sound of firecrackers outside the window, and remembered the poem "Farewell to the old year with the sound of firecrackers" he had memorized when he was a child. From then on, everything was brand new, a brand new life and a brand new self.

He even smiled slightly, opened his eyes, and saw Yang Yiming's scary bright eyes and the fireworks in his eyes.

Under Ding Zimu's watchful eyes, Yang Yiming slowly slid his hand to Ding Zimu's waist. Just as his fingertips touched the closed door, he found that Ding Zimu's breathing suddenly stopped.

"Ermu?" Yang Yiming withdrew his hand and patted Ding Zimu's cheek lightly.

Ding Zimu opened his eyes and stared at Yang Yiming fixedly. It took him a long time to let out a breath slowly: "Why did you stop?"

what do you think? "

"What?" Ding Zimu hesitated, "Very good."

Ding Zimu lied, but he actually felt very bad.At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression and fear.He realized very clearly that it was Yang Yiming lying on his body, not the demon, but he still couldn't control the sense of fear that rose spontaneously.

Even if he knew clearly that this person was Yang Yiming; even if Xu Lin didn't come out.

It is fear.

Ding Zimu gritted his teeth, put on a smiling face and said, "I'm fine, can you do it, if you can't, come down and I'll come."

If the opponent wasn't Yang Yiming, he would probably be suppressed and eaten up in an instant.

Yang Yiming rolled down from Ding Zimu's body: "That's great, I'm just waiting for your words."

Ding Zimu was dumbfounded: "What do you mean?"

"I'm too lazy to move, and I prefer to be below." Yang Yiming pulled Ding Zimu down, and quickly provoked all of Ding Zimu's feelings with his fingers and lips. He said, "I am a good teacher. I will teach you. Study hard."

Ding Zimu was dizzy, he was so dizzy that he didn't know what the process was like at all, he only remembered the crazy pleasure he felt after entering Yang Yiming's body that made people want to scream.For a moment, he felt that he would die from this supreme pleasure, like an alcoholic who died drunk in a tank of fine wine.

Other than that, he doesn't remember anything, and he doesn't even remember that he expanded Yang Yiming. Maybe, Yang Yiming did it himself.

Joy, happiness, madness, new life.

It's a brand new year.

When Yang Yiming hugged Ding Zimu tightly, he suddenly thought of his struggles and wanted to let this boy go back to the "mainstream society". Hearing Ding Zimu's violent breathing, he suddenly felt that if Ding Zimu If I want to get away, I'm afraid I can let go intellectually but never give up emotionally.

People are always so entangled. Emotion and reason never stand on the same line. Even if I speculate on the psychology of others all day long, even if I can come up with countless theories to tell myself what I should do and what I should not do, I will never be able to defeat one. The word "love".He suddenly felt that he had experienced the mentality of that little high school girl who was desperate for a boy in his office—was it childish?No, maybe that is the purest emotion.So simple that there is nothing left in this world except that person.