my boyfriend is too random

In a blink of an eye, a week passed, and everything was calm, but Yang Yiming became even more nervous. This feeling of being "minded by thieves" was too bad.Ding Zimu didn't care at all, he was happy every day.

"Teacher Yang, what's the matter with your frowning face?"

Yang Yiming looked at the ceiling and made a loveless expression: "School starts in three days, it's time to start, student Ding Zimu."

Ding Zimu froze for a moment: "So fast?"

"Yes." Yang Yiming hugged the sofa cushion in his arms dejectedly and rubbed it back and forth: "I still have to write out a plan for the new semester, and I have to make a class report for the next semester...ah, it's so annoying."

Ding Zimu was amused: "It turns out that teachers have to hand in their homework at the beginning of school."

Yang Yiming let out a scream, and fell on his side on the sofa and did not move.

So Yang Yiming spent the last three days of the winter vacation rushing to do homework. When he submitted the last proposal, he suddenly found an extra email in his mailbox. When he clicked on a string of English letters, the corners of Yang Yiming's mouth slowly raised .

This afternoon, he suddenly became interested. He went to the supermarket and bought two catties of pork ribs and some green vegetables. He planned to go home and stew lotus root ribs soup, and then stir-fry a few more vegetables.According to his plan, he downloads a recipe from the Internet, slowly tinkers with it, and it can always be cooked, and he can eat it when it is cooked.This plan is very good, but he overlooked a problem. Ribs can indeed be eaten when they are cooked, but vegetables may not be edible after they are cooked, and they must not be eaten if they are over-ripe.

So, when Ding Zimu came back after eight o'clock that day, he was surprised to find an electric hot pot on the dining table.

"Eat boiled mutton today?"

"Well, it's so comfortable to eat boiled mutton in winter."

Ding Zimu walked into the kitchen and took two bowls out to make sesame sauce, pretending not to see the dark things in the trash can.

While eating dinner, Yang Yiming suddenly asked, "Ermu, do you have a passport?"

Ding Zimu stopped the chopsticks in his hand: "Did Professor Friedman say anything?"

Yang Yiming clicked his tongue: "Why don't you think that I want to take you abroad for vacation?"

"You're an otaku. I can only think of things like going abroad for vacation, but you don't."

"Why do you say that? I'm still a very romantic person. Look, I'll show you the stars and the night scene."

Ding Zimu knocked on his rice bowl: "Speaking of business, what did the professor say?"

"He wants to talk to you."

"Is something wrong?"

"Why is there a problem? The professor just wants to know more about your situation."

Ding Zimu put down the bowl, shook his head and said, "Mr. Yang, if the professor really wanted to intervene in my treatment, he would have intervened from the very beginning. Now my condition is improving. So many things have happened recently, but None of them appeared to affect my life, which means that your treatment is effective, and there is no reason for the professor to intervene at this time. So, I think there must be something wrong."

Yang Yiming laughed: "Ding Zimu, you are too smart, it's not good to be too smart, I'm under pressure."

"Then what's the matter?"

Yang Yiming: "It's really nothing, it's just that I reported your recent situation to the professor, and in the end the old man set out our relationship."

"Why are you so stupid?" Ding Zimu sighed, "Have you been scolded? You are too amateur."

"Yeah, I'm so stupid, what should I do?" Yang Yiming said indifferently.

"I'll just bear it." Ding Zimu glanced at him and said, "And then?"

"Then I was scolded very badly," Yang Yiming made a pitiful expression, "so the old man is very worried now that I will lure you into a ditch, and he has to evaluate it himself before he can rest assured."

"I don't have a passport," Ding Zimu said honestly, "and I don't want to go either."

Yang Yiming: "Why don't you go? You don't know that people from all over the world who want to see him can line up from Harbin to Shenzhen."

"I don't want to see him, I won't go in line."

Yang Yiming said compromisingly, "Let's get a passport first. It's hard to get a US visa. Maybe we won't be able to sign it at all."

Ding Zimu thought for a while: "That's right, I'm sure I can't get a visa. I have all the characteristics of an illegal immigrant. Applying for a visa is simply provoking the immigration bureau."

Yang Yiming laughed, and took a chopstick of meat from the pot to Ding Zimu: "Eat quickly."

This matter just turned over like this. Yang Yiming did not tell Ding Zimu the truth. In fact, it was he who asked the professor to take a look in person. Yang Yiming was always worried that the change in the relationship between him and Ding Zimu would affect the to irreversible consequences.Professor Friedman just finished a lecture tour, and he will be able to stay in New York for about a month before June. Yang Yiming wants to make good use of this month to formulate a more comprehensive plan.

Although he was scolded miserably by the old man, the professor agreed anyway.Yang Yiming felt that if his treatment so far was not effective, the old man could write a letter to the Chinese Psychological Association to report his violation of professional rules.

In any case, such a trip to the United States is imperative, and it would be nice to take this opportunity to hide from Ding Kuiqiang.

***

The beginning of each semester is full of hectic activity, and by the time Yang Yiming has figured out the work of the new semester, it is already mid-March, and the streets are gradually filled with a layer of spring, and every flower and plant is full of joy.

What pleased Yang Yiming the most was that Liu Guoqiang had a response. Liu Guoqiang told him that after he was released from prison, Ding Kuiqiang arranged for him to work as a temporary worker in a small factory on the street. .Some time ago, he quit his job and idled around the temporarily rented house every day, and met some social idlers who were also doing nothing.

Yang Yiming asked about the street where Ding Kuiqiang was located. Although it was a bit far from his own block, it was very convenient to take a car.

Yang Yiming said: "Captain Liu, Ding Zimu saw Ding Kui burglary in a supermarket near my home. If the police station didn't receive a report, it might be a case of losing money and stealing it. But I have to tell you about it."

"Pickpocketing?" Liu Guoqiang said in a deep voice, "I have to tell them about this. The anti-pickpocketing team will keep an eye on it. Thank you for providing the information."

"The police and the people cooperate as a family." Yang Yiming laughed. To be honest, if Ding Kuiqiang could be brought in and squatted down for a few years until he died, that would be perfect.

One day after dinner, Yang Yiming chatted with Ding Zimu inadvertently.Ding Zimu kept pressing his mobile phone, and said indifferently, "Ding Kuiqiang will go in sooner or later."

"why?"

"I thought he'd just gamble and beat his wife and kids for the rest of his life, now it looks like he's going to steal, but those 'skills' are an easy way to go to jail. It's a matter of time before he gets caught, I'll just wait Let's see how many times he can go in."

Yang Yiming tentatively said: "Calm enough, you were gnashing your teeth a few days ago and wanted to kill him."

"I'm gnashing my teeth and want to kill him now." Ding Zimu kept his eyes on the phone screen, and pressed his fingers cracklingly, "But I just gnashed my teeth, and I can't really kill him. It's not a pity for him to die , I am still living happily."

"Yes." Yang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, very happy in his heart.

"I want to reach the pinnacle of my life and become rich and handsome to marry you." Ding Zimu said proudly, "I want to give my wife good living conditions."

Yang Yiming squinted his eyes. Since New Year's Eve, this kid called himself "daughter-in-law" whenever he was happy, and he seemed to be a different person when he went to bed, getting wilder and wilder.Yang Yiming thought that huskies are also descendants of wolves, and the wildness in their bones is probably inspired by the word "daughter-in-law".

However, one day you will know that the word "daughter-in-law" is not so cheap to let you call it out.

Yang Yiming laughed: "The dowry I want is quite high."

"Well, I got a raise."

"what?"

Ding Zimu shook his mobile phone and said cheerfully, "Brother Yuan told me that the sales in the first quarter were particularly good, and he wants to give us bonuses."

Looking at Ding Zimu's happy face with gritted teeth, Yang Yiming thought: local tyrants are local tyrants, and they only use money to buy people's hearts.He leaned over and glanced at the phone screen. The two were chatting on WeChat. Ding Zimu sent a kneeling "Thank you boss" emoji, and Yuan Qiao returned a blown kiss.

Yang Yiming took the phone away from Ding Zimu's hand: "You can't use your phone in class, it's confiscated!"

"Mr. Yang," Ding Zimu sighed, "what class do you take?"

"Cultivate love." Yang Yiming said, pushed Ding Zimu down, and threw the phone aside casually. On the phone, the blowing kiss thrown by Yuan Qiao was still flickering, then gradually dimmed, and finally turned into blackness .

It's really embarrassing!

**

Ding Zimu's good attitude made Yang Yiming gradually relax. When spring came, everything revived, and Yang Yiming was also very "spring": as long as Ding Zimu appeared within three meters around him, he would have an urge to rush over.

Of course, there is no one who has to lie down on his own initiative after throwing himself. .

Therefore, Yang Yiming felt that he was abnormal, but it was just right for a crooked pot to match a crooked stove.What's especially good is that Ding Zimu probably knows the taste of the marrow. Since he experienced the fun and pleasure of making love, he has become more and more involved. Sometimes Yang Yiming would pat Ding Zimu who was lying on his body and said: "Boy, You don't have to go to work tomorrow."

Ding Zimu: "Mr. Yang, I'm young."

Yang Yiming smiled: "Ancestor, I have to go to work, I have old arms, legs, and waist."

Ding Zimu slowly got down from under Yang Yiming, his eyes were still staring at Yang Yiming with sparkles, Yang Yiming felt that he could see the flames in Ding Zimu's eyes burning up and being thrown down, burning up and being thrown down again.

Sometimes Yang Yiming would be stared at by Ding Zimu to make him angry, so the two hit it off and had another round.

Ding Zimu is very happy, and Yang Yiming is also very happy. He does not insist on going up and down, "If a lover does happy things, whoever cares whether he is up or down."But he was worried about Ding Zimu's reaction. One day, the two were lying on the bed and chatting. Ding Zimu said that Yang Yiming acted very "modesty and gentleman" when the two first started dating.Yang Yiming sneered and said: "Your mental state at that time, not to mention sex, even a kiss should be observed first, and then pave the way."

"That's when I always think about my childhood."

"now what?"

"Now? Now do you see how active I am?" Ding Zimu said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, did I not do well? I can continue to study."

Yang Yiming slapped him lightly with a smile, but he understood that Ding Zimu's seemingly gag sentence perfectly avoided the question: Yang Yiming asked "Do you still think of my childhood now", and Ding Zimu The answer is "now very active".

He still couldn't face that period of the past, even if he accepted it intellectually, he kept avoiding it emotionally.When making love, as long as Yang Yiming's fingertips touch that place, Ding Zimu will feel like time and space are reversed, and the nightmare will come back again. He will be very nervous and even have cold hands and feet.

But Yang Yiming is not in a hurry, he is very patient, he has a lifetime.