my boyfriend is too random

Yuan Qiao always felt that Ding Zimu's mental state was not right these days, so he called Ding Zimu into the office when he was about to leave work.

"Mumu, tell me, what's going on recently?"

"I……"

Before Ding Zimu could speak, Yuan Qiao interrupted him: "In the field of lying, I am your ancestor, so you can think it over before you talk."

"I..." Ding Zimu scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to say, and finally had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I really don't have... a big deal."

"Tell me about the little things."

"Small things... also..."

"You've been absent-minded recently. I saw you talking to yourself in the locker room twice. Although I couldn't hear what you were saying, it felt like you were in a hurry."

Ding Zimu "...Brother Yuan, are you following me?"

Yuan Qiao smiled perfunctorily: "Yes, I'm watching, what's the matter?"

Ding Zimu: "..."

Yuan Qiao: "Don't try to change the subject, I'm the one asking you a question now."

Ding Zimu: "Brother Yuan, I don't want to talk about it."

Yuan Qiao looked at Ding Zimu for a few seconds, and spread his hands: "OK, don't say anything, what can I do for you?"

Ding Zimu thought for a while: "Brother Yuan, have you forgotten anything? What should you do if you forget?"

"Forget it and forget it. If I owe money to others, it's better to forget it; if someone owes me money, forget it, which is equivalent to accumulating virtue for myself, which is not bad."

Ding Zimu rolled his eyes: "What if you forgot something very important?"

"What can be forgotten is definitely not an important thing, just forget it."

Ding Zimu sighed: "Forget it, if Brother Yuan has nothing to do, I will leave."

"Okay, okay," Yuan Qiao raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I was wrong, I'm serious now. Well, what did you just say? Forget it, forget it...forget it..." Yuan Qiao thought for a while, "Generally speaking, the so-called 'forgotten' does not mean that it is all forgotten, otherwise you will not realize that you have 'forgotten' at all, right?"

Ding Zimu frowned for a while, then nodded.

Yuan Qiao: "If it doesn't work, let's replay it, put out the clues that you still remember one by one, and see if you can put them together. Doesn't this remind you?"

Ding Zimu suddenly opened his eyes wide.

***

When taking a bath that night, Ding Zimu locked himself in the bathroom, closed his eyes, and tried hard to recall what Xu Lin told him.The dark night, the heavy breathing, the bad breath mixed with tobacco and alcohol, and... Ding Zimu trembled violently, and suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the figure in the bathroom mirror, staring hard So hard that the eyes start to feel sore.

"Xu Lin, I want to talk to you." Ding Zimu whispered in his heart, but he could only hear the sound of rushing water.

"How can you come out?" Ding Zimu thought, he closed his eyes again, and forced himself to recall Xu Lin's descriptions again. Insert|into one's own body.However, as soon as his fingertips touched there, he felt that his whole heart was tightly grasped by a cold hand. The cold temperature was like a sharp sword, piercing into his heart mercilessly, bringing pain to all limbs and bones. Come in pain.

Ding Zimu opened his eyes suddenly, the sound of his violent breathing even overwhelmed the sound of the water, he found helplessly that his sanity was so clear that he could even think that Yang Yiming, who would not go out any more, should knock on the door worriedly, After all, he had been delayed in the bathroom for half an hour.

"Aren't you willing to come?" Ding Zimu smiled wryly. "In the past, you always showed up unexpectedly and scared me half to death. Now I beg you to come and you refuse to come...Xu Lin, I have something to ask you."

Ding Zimu lowered his head in frustration, he turned on the faucet, washed his face with cold water, pulled himself together and opened the bathroom door and went out.Sure enough, Yang Yiming leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door, and asked worriedly, "Why did you wash for so long today? If I hadn't heard the sound of the water stop, I would have rushed in. I was afraid you would faint."

"Then why don't you go in?" Ding Zimu said while wiping his hair with a big towel, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Yang Yiming took the towel naturally: "There's so much nonsense, come here and I'll wipe it for you!"

Ding Zimu sat on the side of the bed obediently, allowing Yang Yiming to shake his head here and there, looking from where he was sitting, he could just see Yang Yiming's chest and abdomen.Yang Yiming was wearing plain pajamas, which were buttoned very dishonestly.Ding Zimu stuffed his palm into his clothes effortlessly.

"What's wrong?" Yang Yiming stopped what he was doing and looked down at Ding Zimu.

"It's okay." Ding Zimu said so, but his hands moved quickly, and Yang Yiming's pajamas, which had been buttoned up insincerely, completely opened his chest.

"Ermu?" Yang Yiming sighed the moment Ding Zimu's tongue licked his waist.

"It's okay," Ding Zimu said vaguely, "You continue."

"What am I going to do?" Yang Yiming said dumbfounded.

Ding Zimu straightened his waist slightly, and stared at Yang Yiming's belly for a while, which made Yang Yiming's heart shudder, thinking that I really haven't exercised recently, but I won't have a belly in a week or two, right?

"Teacher Yang, shall we do it?" Ding Zimu said suddenly.

Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's hand and said, "Who just came in and said that he stood all day and was so tired that his waist was about to break?"

"I...but I still want to do it."

"Every time you look tired, forget it, you have to go to work tomorrow... But it's true, people say that the one at the bottom is tired, how can you be so tired at the top? "Yang Yiming said with a smile.

Ding Zimu said with a straight face: "Come on, you are responsible for lying down, you are so tired."

"You really don't have a backache when you do things on your stomach, why don't you try lying down?" Yang Yiming said jokingly.

"Okay."

"What?" Yang Yiming's breath paused, and he asked.

Ding Zimu raised his head to meet Yang Yiming's gaze, reflecting the dim light outside the window, staring at Yang Yiming with a smile in his bright eyes, he said: "How about...you come, I mean...you are here ...up there."

"Tsk, the honorific words have come out, you will really pour cold water on me, if you say 'Teacher Yang' again, we can sleep peacefully." Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's cheek, "Look, you are nervous Yes, forget it."

Ding Zimu's stuttering voice just now was like blatantly announcing "he is afraid, afraid, afraid", so that the idea of ​​"being a teacher" that had not appeared in Yang Yiming's mind for a long time came up again, and he suddenly felt that he was An old crook.

"No, I want to do it." Ding Zimu whispered, Yang Yiming's abdomen could feel the itchy and numb warmth sprayed by Ding Zimu's fine breath on it very clearly, and he struggled with heaven and man for a long time before biting Ya said: "Forget it, Ming... ah!"

Yang Yiming exclaimed in a low voice, seeing in disbelief that Ding Zimu stretched out the tip of his tongue and carefully wrapped it around his own.This slight stimulation brought him a monstrous shock, and at that moment, all his rationality and restraint were fed to the dog.

"Two woods!"

"Try," Ding Zimu said softly, "Yiming, I want to try."

Yang Yiming felt that Ding Zimu must have taken the medicine today. Usually, if he called out "Yang Yiming", he would be able to put out an advertisement for Hengyuanxiang. Today, it was "Yiming". The effect is quite fierce!

"Ermu..." Yang Yiming pulled Ding Zimu up and hugged him tightly, "I haven't lost my mind yet."

"Huh?" Ding Zimu snorted in a daze, and kept peeling off his clothes with both hands. At the moment, he was struggling with the pajamas wrapped around his elbows, and at the same time, his body was tightly attached to Yang Yiming's body.

Yang Yiming put his hands on Ding Zimu's shoulders and pushed him away: "Say, what do you want?"

"Make love." Ding Zimu blushed, but said firmly, so bold that Sun Houzi was terrified.

"Just do it, what do you want to do with your posture of going up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire?"

"I just don't want to be like this forever!" Ding Zimu finally took off his pajamas from his arms, raised his head and looked at Yang Yiming seriously, "Mr. Yang, you said that memories can be overwritten, and I just want you to overwrite my memories." erase!"

"Aren't you scared?"

"It's fear, fear of remembering. But only when you think of it thoroughly, can you forget it completely."

Yang Yiming held onto Ding Zimu's shoulder tightly. He felt that Ding Zimu should be in pain, but he couldn't help but hold on to the person in front of him.He felt that there was fire in Ding Zimu's eyes, burning unstoppably, as long as he looked into his eyes, his whole body would be burned to ashes.

"Is it okay?" Ding Zimu took a small step forward and stuck to Yang Yiming again.Trembling, he grabbed Yang Yiming's hand and put it on his waist, and said, "Let's try."

All of Yang Yiming's sanity was exhausted at this moment.

Kiss, nice and sweet.

Touching, very warm, with a tingling pleasure.

Sucking and licking, that is the pinnacle of pleasure, the ultimate enjoyment.

tentative touch...

Ding Zimu suddenly opened his eyes, and he forced himself to stare at the person on top of him.

"Teacher Yang..." Ding Zimu said softly.

"Huh?" Yang Yiming looked at him with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "If it's you...you won't be afraid."

"Then don't close your eyes," Yang Yiming slowly pushed his fingertips in, while kissing Ding Zimu delicately, "Keep looking at me, if you are afraid, you can pinch me, just like last time."

"Last time..." Ding Zimu panted rapidly, "Last time you got a big bruise on your body."

"Well, it's fine, I should be glad you didn't have long nails."

"I... Ah!" Ding Zimu exclaimed in a low voice, and subconsciously closed his eyes, but when the darkness covered him, the cold feeling came again.

"Open your eyes!" Yang Yiming didn't stop, "Look at me, Ermu."

Ding Zimu opened his eyes and saw beads of sweat on Yang Yiming's forehead. He raised his head slightly and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue, which smelled like Yang Yiming.

"What's the smell?"

"Parmesan cheese."

Yang Yiming chuckled, "It's been a long time since you made me brownies."

Ding Zimu's memory flew to a certain time last year. In the underground cafeteria of the orphanage, a greedy psychology teacher snatched two brownies from the little girl...

The memory is as clear as yesterday, and as vague as it was in the previous life.

Ding Zimu took a very slow breath, straightened his waist slightly: "Let's do it!"

So pleasure and fear swept together like a tsunami.

When Ding Zimu's ears could finally hear the sound again, he found that Yang Yiming was wiping his tears.

"What are you crying for?"

"I don't know." Ding Zimu touched his cheek.

Yang Yiming: "Do you remember it thoroughly?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "This time I completely forgot."

"How thorough?"

"The rest is all about your taste."

Yang Yiming smiled with satisfaction: "It is enough for you to remember this."

Ding Zimu sighed in his heart, it is good to just remember this, I only hope that this life will only have this taste, but unfortunately, the fact is always the fact, even if it is forgotten, it still exists in the past of life.Ding Zimu closed his eyes, savoring the incomparable sense of excitement and satisfaction, but at the same time feeling a little regretful—I still haven’t remembered it.

Xu Lin, when will you come and tell me all that?

***

As the weather gradually warmed up, Yang Yiming began to arrange his own work. He had to take a month and a half of leave before and after, and he was overwhelmed by a mountain of work.First of all, he wrote an email to Professor Friedman, hoping that the professor could send a letter to invite him and Ding Zimu to go to the United States in the name of "academic discussion". It is simply "provoking" the Immigration Bureau.

Fortunately, the professor replied very quickly. He sent a formal invitation letter in the name of the laboratory and handed it to the embassy in triplicate. Yang Yiming was busy arranging the work in the school. Said: "Take a one-and-a-half-month vacation, what are you doing? It will be summer vacation when you come back!"

"It's really something." Yang Yiming made a pitiful look, "I also know that it's almost midterm now, and asking for leave will cause trouble for the team, but if I have other ways, I won't ask for leave."

"What do you want to do?" the director said suspiciously, "There must be a reason for asking for leave."

Reluctantly, Yang Yiming took out the professor's invitation letter. As expected, the director stared straight at the laboratory name on the invitation letter and the handwritten signature underneath.

"You... this is?"

"Well, I wrote a thesis, and I was lucky enough to let the professor see it." Yang Yiming started talking nonsense.

The director pointed to the name on the invitation letter: "Who is this Ding Zimu?"

"Collaborator." Yang Yiming was vague. The director was a math teacher, and he was completely ignorant of the psychology field, so it was easy to fool around. The trouble was how to fool Zhou Pei.

The director handed the certificate to Yang Yiming and said, "Go and adjust the get out of class with your team leader Zhou."

Yang Yiming decided to tell Zhou Pei before leaving that he wanted to keep Ding Zimu from being exposed as much as possible. There are not many people in this industry, so you can find out after a little research. Besides, Zhou Pei once worked in an orphanage.

It was already the end of April when all the materials were collected and thrown into the embassy. Ding Zimu still couldn’t see Xu Lin, and Da Ding didn’t show up either. Brother Zheng came two or three times and told Ding Zimu to be careful , Do things with a plan and don't be led by the nose by Yang Yiming.

Ding Zimu comforted Brother Zheng: "Don't worry so much all the time, Teacher Yang wants to help me."

"The word "bad guy" is not written on the forehead." Brother Zheng said bitterly, "Why did you go to the United States? You are not familiar with the place and the language. You will not be slaughtered when you get there ?”

Ding Zimu laughed: "If it was to slaughter me and go to the United States, the cost would be too high. After all, I didn't pay for the air tickets."

Zheng Ge was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he could only poke Ding Zimu's forehead.

With the invitation letter from the professor's laboratory, the visa was granted smoothly. Yang Yiming booked a plane ticket on the day he got the visa, and then went to find Zhou Pei with the class schedule.

Zhou Pei said: "I heard the director say that you are going abroad. How could you have a cooperative relationship with Professor Friedman?"

This naked question immediately occurred to Yang Yiming. Zhou Pei repeatedly reminded him that the orphanage is a "material library" for writing papers.

Zhou Pei's industry insider, he is not easy to be fooled, so Yang Yiming had no choice but to say half-truth: "There is no cooperation, just... go to consult some things."

There are about three or five galaxies between a middle school psychology teacher and the world's top psychology masters. This kind of consulting relationship is a bit ridiculous, and Zhou Pei immediately heard Yang Yiming's rejection when it was involved.

Zhou Pei is a smart man, and he never does anything annoying. He smiled and took Yang Yiming's schedule and said, "I'll take your class for one and a half months, tsk tsk, you have to treat me to a big meal when you come back."

Yang Yiming thought, it's fine to treat you to ten big meals, as long as you don't ask any more questions when the time comes.

Compared with Yang Yiming, it was easier for Ding Zimu to ask for leave. Yuan Qiao just asked "When will you come back?" and it was over.After Ding Zimu came back, he was really emotional for a while in front of Yang Yiming, saying that Yuan Qiao was reasonable, righteous and forthright.Yang Yiming didn't want to be too fussy because of the face of a man, but after listening to Er Mumu's rambling for an hour, he still pressed him viciously and tossed him.

After the two of them flew for thirteen hours, Ding Zimu finally set foot on the land of New York. He sat in a taxi and looked at the strange street scene passing by outside the window, and suddenly felt a sense of trance: Life is such a wonderful thing. , when he was struggling under Ding Kuiqiang's stick; when he was curled up in the corner of the small playground of the orphanage; When using pots and pans in a dirty shantytown to catch the rain that leaks from the roof... I never imagined that I would be able to walk on the streets of New York one day!

As he said himself, he never thought about getting a passport!

But now?Ding Zimu pointed out the car window and exclaimed: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, do you think that is Central Park in New York?"

Yang Yiming lowered his head to receive emails on his mobile phone, glanced out the window and said, "Well, how do you know?"

"I read the CSI New York chapter."

"Can you see something with a clean picture?" Yang Yiming said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid of bloody?"

"I'm not afraid of that."

Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's hand knowingly, and pointed to an inconspicuous six-story building ahead: "Look, that's the building, we're here."

***

Professor Friedman is a very gentle-looking person. Ding Zimu always feels that he is like Grandpa KFC, and he has a sense of trust in him for no reason.With the help of Yang Yiming's translation, he told everything he could think of, and the lecture lasted for a week.

During this week, except for the two-and-a-half-hour narrations in the morning and afternoon, Yang Yiming took him around the New York City for the rest of the time.Ding Zimu has no interest in luxury business districts, the American symbol of the Statue of Liberty, or the 911/[-] ruins. Instead, he likes wandering around Central Park every day. When he gets tired of wandering around, he finds a nearby cafe or dessert shop to sit and taste their desserts one by one. .

He said to Yang Yiming very seriously: "I want to make more delicious snacks, then open my own bakery, and then..."

Yang Yiming smiled and said: "Then become a rich and handsome man and marry me in."

Ding Zimu: "Mr. Yang, I am serious."

Yang Yiming touched Ding Zimu's cheek and said, "I know."

Ding Zimu: "I want to be with you forever."

Yang Yiming: "Since this is the case, shouldn't we be more frank?"

Ding Zimu's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Yes."

Yang Yiming leaned closer to Ding Zimu, put his lips close to his ear, and said slowly: "In that case, Ermu, tell me honestly, what exactly do you want the professor to do for you? Don't lie, I'm not a good counselor , but I know you very well, and I dare to bet the rest of my life that you must have your own little abacus."

Ding Zimu didn't dare to raise his head, he stared down at the buttons on Yang Yiming's coat, and after a while he said in a low voice, "I want him to hypnotize me."

"Hypnosis?" Yang Yiming remembered that Ding Zimu had indeed asked him about hypnosis, but in this regard, he was a pure layman, and he had been blindfolded once in his life, and it was because Ding Zimu's mental state was very bad at that time.

Yang Yiming: "Why do you want to do this?"

Ding Zimu raised his head and said word by word: "I want to remember what it was like that night."

"Didn't Xu Lin tell you?"

"No! I want to know more details, very detailed, and I don't want to let go of any details. I hope I can recall who that person is, or what characteristics it has. I want to find that person, even if there is one in ten thousand I hope I also want to find that person and sue him, I will make him pay the price, and only in this way can Ding Kuiqiang stand in the dock as an accomplice, and I will let him die in prison."

Yang Yiming's heart was beating very fast. It's not that he never thought of using this method to get rid of Ding Kui's entanglement and threat, but it would require Ding Zimu to endure great pain, so he chose the second way.He thought, at worst, he would make his relationship with Ermu public and make Ding Kuiqiang lose the capital to blackmail him. At worst, he would lose his public office and revoke his qualification certificate as a consultant.But in this day and age, no matter what job you do, you can't starve to death, and you just need to find another job.

But Ding Zimu chose the first path.

Yang Yiming felt his eyes were hot and sore, he felt that the Ding Zimu in front of him was not the Ding Zimu he knew at all, but this Ding Zimu was even more tempting.

This is an invincible person, going forward and never retreating.

Yang Yiming said proudly in his heart: "Da Ding, did you see that, this is Ding Zimu, the real Ding Zimu!"

***

Professor Friedman's hypnosis started silently. At the beginning, Ding Zimu lay on the treatment chair nervously, staring at the professor, waiting for him to pull out a pocket watch and shake it in front of him.But after waiting for a while, the professor just bowed his head and typed on the keyboard. There was only the sound of clicking, clicking, clicking in the empty house.

Ding Zimu glanced at Yang Yiming suspiciously, Yang Yiming shrugged and said he didn't know anything.Indeed, the so-called hypnosis mainly relies on the guidance of language. It is really the first time to hypnotize a person who does not understand the language.

After a while, the professor raised his head to talk to Ding Zimu, while Yang Yiming was quietly translating.The content is nothing more than living habits or not, the furnishings of the house, which is better, American dim sum or Chinese, and whether you want to go to Disney...

Yang Yiming keenly found that these small chats would contain suggestive words every now and then: old house, rice cake, amusement park, neighbor’s puppy, bicycle... the sound of typing on the keyboard became more and more regular, 咔咔, click, click, click, click...

Ding Zimu relaxed slowly, and soon he saw a narrow tree-lined road in his mind. He walked slowly along this road. This road was something he had never walked before. Quiet, there are beautifully decorated houses on both sides of the street, and there are all kinds of windows.While looking at the beautiful exhibits in the window, Ding Zimu thought, who asked me this time.The sub-personality has appeared more times, and Ding Zimu has gained experience. Even though it is in an illusion, he can subconsciously realize that someone is looking for him.

Sure enough, when he walked past a small flower bed, Ding Zimu saw Xu Lin sitting in a coffee shop eating a cake, and Da Ding sitting beside him, with an impatient look on his brows, but his eyes never left Xu Lin.

Ding Zimu's heart tightened for a moment, and he felt a burning pain in his eye sockets, and tears were about to well up.This was the first time he saw Da Ding in more than a month. Ding Zimu felt that he had a lot to say to him, but he didn't know where to start. He wanted to hug him and whisper in his ear " Thank you", but I feel that those two words are too light, not worthy of Da Ding's heart.After struggling for a while, Ding Zimu gently opened the shop door, and the wind chime made a crisp and pleasant sound, which alarmed Ding.

Da Ding pointed to a chair next to Xu Lin with his chin, motioning Ding Zimu to sit down.When Ding Zimu sat down, he smiled and asked, "Xu Lin, is the cake delicious?"

Xu Lin raised his cream-smeared face and nodded excitedly at Ding Zimu. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, Da Ding pulled his chin aside.Da Ding grabbed a napkin, rubbed it rudely on Xu Lin's face, and said in a disgusted tone: "You can't eat well, so stop talking."

Xu Lin winked at Ding Zimu, and obediently lowered his head to eat his portion of the cake.

The sunshine outside the window is very good, and there is a sweet fragrance of cream in the room. Ding Zimu suddenly admires himself. Even "Inception" can't build such a complete and realistic virtual world. How did he do it? ?

Da Ding glanced at Ding Zimu, who was obviously wandering, coughed and said fiercely, "Have you been beaten recently?"

"No." Ding Zimu said gently, "Although sometimes I still make mistakes and get scolded by the boss, but it's not enough to be beaten."

Da Ding frowned even tighter: "Called? Who scolded you? Your boss? How dare he scold you?"

Ding Zimu was joking, but who would have thought Ding could be serious, seeing Ding's irritable expression, Ding Zimu hastily explained.He babbled about his recent life and the business in the store, but Da Ding interrupted him after listening for a while: "Who has the time to listen to you, I just want to ask you Ding Kuiqiang how you plan to deal with it?"

The smile on Ding Zimu's face turned cold in an instant, he lowered his eyes and looked at the glass table top, the reflection above reflected a pair of cold eyes.Ding Zimu took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and raised his head with that gentle smile again.

"Ding, don't worry, I can solve it."

"I didn't ask you this, I asked, how do you plan to deal with Ding Kuiqiang?" Da Ding said every word without giving Ding Zimu a chance to avoid the important ones.

Ding Zimu lowered his head again, looking at his own face reflected on the glass tabletop, with the corners of his mouth tightly pursed, with a somewhat stern expression, he felt that such a self was a little strange, but it made people feel safe.He said softly but firmly: "Ding, I want to talk to Xu Lin."

Xu Lin, who was eating happily at the side, suddenly raised his head, the corner of his mouth was still stained with snow-white cream, but his eyes were empty, and there was a thin bloodstain at the corner of his eyes.

Ferocious, frightening.

Ding Zimu stared at Xu Lin, stretched out his hand to wipe off the cream on the corner of Xu Lin's mouth and the blood on his cheek, and said slowly, "Xu Lin, I must talk to you."

***

When Ding Zimu came out of the illusion, Yang Yiming sat on the floor next to him with a livid face, staring at him intently.Ding Zimu was taken aback and asked, "Mr. Yang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Yang Yiming knelt up straight, and took Ding Zimu into his arms directly from the treatment chair.It wasn't until he hugged this person tightly that he could very slowly spit out the anger that had been choked in his chest.The hour that just passed was the scariest and most painful hour he had ever experienced in his life. He watched Ding Zimu, no, it was Xu Lin. Xu Lin was lying there, struggling, curling up, crying, begging, A sound pierced into his heart, wringing his limbs and bones in unstoppable pain.

When the scene more than ten years ago was displayed in such an intuitive form, when he seemed to have witnessed the atrocities that night, when the person he loved begged and cried helplessly, Yang Yiming felt that he had 1 reasons Cut the murderer and Ding Kuiqiang into pieces.

How is it possible to forgive them?How could I just let it go?

Yang Yiming hugged Ding Zimu tightly, and whispered in his ear: "The effective prosecution period is 15 years, and we still have time."

Ding Zimu's forehead pressed against Yang Yiming's shoulder, and he didn't realize the tears on his face until then. He nodded and said, "Teacher Yang, I can't let him go."

That night, in the bedroom of the two of them, Ding Zimu has been curled up in Yang Yiming's arms, doing nothing but clinging to him tightly.Yang Yiming said: "If you want to cry, cry for a while."

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I can't cry, and I don't want to cry anymore. I have finished crying what I should cry."

Yang Yiming: "In the future we can watch them cry."

Ding Zimu: "I'm going to talk to Captain Zhang when I go back."

Yang Yiming: "Okay, he always wanted to help you."

Ding Zimu: "It will be very troublesome, you are called 'Yang Sansheng'."

Yang Yiming: "Who is Yang Sansheng? I don't know him, but you do?"

Ding Zimu shook his head with a smile, the two of them chattered away and fell asleep after a while.

Yang Yiming slept soundly, but was suddenly awakened by Ding Zimu's shaking, he muttered, "Baby, what are you doing?" Then he closed his eyes and groped to Ding Zimu's neck, wrapped his arms around to hook him over, and wanted to impress him. A kiss up.The moment he could almost feel Ding Zimu's breathing, a hand grabbed his wrist and directly pressed his hand on the pillow.At the same time, a heavy body pressed over, accompanied by rapid breathing.

Just like every time Ding Zimu wanted to do it.

Yang Yiming opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Ding Zimu and smiled: "Ermu, what's the matter, did you have a nightmare? Come, let me kiss you."

Ding Zimu shook his head.

Yang Yiming touched Ding Zimu's cheek, it was very hot, and he said, "Want to do it?"

The breathing of Ding Zimu who was pressing on him suddenly accelerated, and the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger, which caused Yang Yiming to feel a slight pain. It was this pain that made him instantly doubt: "Ermu? It's in the middle of the night, What's wrong?"

"You said that you would never mistake us again."

There was a buzzing in Yang Yiming's ears, and he said in surprise, "Da Ding?"

"Huh." Da Ding snorted coldly, and instead of getting off Yang Yiming's body, he deliberately rubbed against him.

Yang Yiming took two deep breaths and forced himself to calm down quickly. He turned his wrist to signal Ding to let go, and then said softly, "Isn't it appropriate for us to talk in this position?"

"What's inappropriate? I think it's particularly appropriate."

Yang Yiming said flatly, "Or I'll push you down."

Da Ding lowered his head and stared at Yang Yiming for a few seconds, as if he wanted to engrave this person in his mind with the light from the window.Ding clicked his tongue, let go of his hand and rolled over from Yang Yiming's body. He looked at the ceiling, took a few deep breaths, and said, "You didn't recognize me."

Yang Yiming: "..."

Da Ding put his hands in front of his eyes, looked carefully, and said slowly: "You once said that you would never mistake us again, but you didn't recognize us just now."

Yang Yiming: "Yes, I didn't recognize it."

"Is it because you didn't wake up?"

Yang Yiming shook his head: "I might be a little confused at first, but I woke up soon, and I was very sober when I asked you."

"Then why did you admit your mistake?" Da Ding spoke with a slight smile.