my boyfriend is too random

No matter what method Yuan Qiao used, in short, two weeks later, on an afternoon when autumn tigers were raging, Ding Zimu received a call and went to a warehouse far in the eastern suburbs with Yang Yiming.Yuan Qiao stood smoking under a big pagoda tree in front of the warehouse, the tree was full of cicadas chirping and making a headache.Before Ding Zimu got out of the car, he saw this scene. Yuan Qiao in front of him was a little strange to him, looking very cold and fierce.

Yuan Qiao threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, striding towards them.

"Brother Yuan, will he say it?" Ding Zimu asked eagerly.

Yuan Qiao shrugged: "Of course I don't want to, but I'm willing to fight."

Yang Yiming smiled "as expected", and Ding Zimu said, "Brother Yuan, you are extorting a confession through torture."

"Of course not." Yuan Qiao said frankly, "I'm such a law-abiding person, it's all due to Ding Kuiqiang's creditors."

"Who?" Yang Yiming and Ding Zimu asked in unison.

Yuan Qiao: "Ding Kuiqiang went to prison because of theft, and the theft was to pay off gambling debts. Mu Mu, your father's hobbies have been consistent for more than ten years, and you are very dedicated."

Ding Zimu sneered.

Yuan Qiao went on to say: "So, the person he is most afraid of should be the creditor, not me. It just so happens that this creditor knows a friend of mine. This is a favor that kills two birds with one stone. Of course, he is willing to do it."

Before Ding Zimu could react, Yang Yiming immediately understood: "How much?"

Yuan Qiao shook his finger: "A lot, but not so much that I can't afford it. Anyway, I will deduct this money from Ding Zimu's salary in the future."

Yang Yiming laughed: "Then you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey?"

"That's not necessarily true," Yuan Qiao winked at Ding Zimu, "Is that right, Mumu?"

Ding Zimu knew which branch he was referring to, and also knew that Yuan Qiao and Yang Yiming were trying to relieve his tension, but he just couldn't relax.Thinking of the person inside and what he did, Ding Zimu had an irresistible urge to rush in and beat him up.

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu's paler and paler face, took the lead and strode in: "Go in."

This is a warehouse that has been abandoned for a while, dark and dirty, with a strong musty smell everywhere, and the narrow windows on the top of the wall leak dusty light.

From a corner came a hoarse and painful howl.

Yuan Qiao let Ding Zimu and the others hide in the shadow of a huge box, and he said in a low voice, "I'll just ask, Mumu don't show up."

Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment, then nodded while clenching his fists.

Yuan Qiao turned and walked towards that corner, Ding Zimu's eyes gradually adapted to the light in the warehouse, he could vaguely see a few people standing in the corner, some of them were holding something like a wooden stick in their hands.Yuan Qiao stopped and turned his head to say a few words to the person next to him. The person waved his hand without saying a word, and led those people away.

Yuan Qiao squatted down slowly towards the corner, he stretched out his hand and made a movement, the hoarse roar was even more painful.

Ding Zimu heard Yuan Qiao say: "You, who just got out of prison, dare to bet so big, I don't know what you think."

Ding Kuiqiang yelled at the top of his voice: "Go to Ding Zimu, go to Ding Zimu, the father should pay the debt, and it is only right that he should pay back the money."

Yuan Qiao couldn't help laughing: "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, go find Ding Zimu, I know where he is, he has 10,000+ in his hand."

Ding Zimu clenched his fist quietly.

Yuan Qiao moved his body, exposing his face to the light: "Do you think I look familiar?"

"You..." Ding Kuiqiang was panting heavily, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He said, "Are you Ding Zimu's boss?"

"Well, it seems that you have done a good job of tracking." Yuan Qiao nodded, "So let me tell you, Ding Zimu won't pay a penny."

"You, you, you are with them."

"Nonsense, am I with you?"

Ding Kuiqiang finally understood what was going on at this time, he asked: "What does Ding Zimu want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, but I just want to know a name. If you tell me, the debt will be written off. If you don't tell me..." Yuan Qiao said in a low voice, "I have to tell you, your creditor is really not a good person. "

"Hahahaha," Ding Kuiqiang suddenly broke out into a burst of heart-piercing laughter, but he was interrupted by a violent cough after a few laughs, and he said intermittently: "I, I knew that in the prison The helper asks every day, every day, I'll just say it, it's only now that I think about it after a fucking dog year... okay, wait for me here, tell that little bastard, I've been doing it all my life No, I will make him sick for a lifetime."

Ding Zimu's body shook violently, and Yang Yiming clenched his hand tightly.

Yuan Qiao's voice was still steady: "I dare not say whether he will be disgusting for the rest of his life, but I am sure that you will have a bad life in this life. To be precise, you will never have a good life."

Ding Kuiqiang was obviously afraid of being beaten, he hesitated for a moment, but then bluffed, "Ding Zimu, you little bastard, I tell you, if I don't tell you, I will make you sick all your life, and you will be abused all your life." ...Ah!" Ding Kuiqiang let out a burst of painful screams, accompanied by the muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh.

Finally Ding Zimu couldn't bear it anymore, he turned his wrist to break away from Yang Yiming, and said in a deep voice, "Let me go."

Yang Yiming: "Ding Zimu?"

"I must go." Ding Zimu growled.His eyes were red and he exuded a fierce aura, he pushed Yang Yiming away and rushed over.

Ding Kuiqiang laughed when he saw Ding Zimu: "I knew you were there."

Yang Yiming rushed over and stood behind Ding Zimu. He always felt that Ding Zimu's breath was disordered and disturbing.But Ding Zimu's expression was extremely calm, he looked down at Ding Kuiqiang who was curled up on the ground, his body was covered with mud and blood.

Ding Zimu took a deep breath, and Yang Yiming, who was standing behind him, saw the rise and fall of his shoulders.

"Brother Yuan." Ding Zimu looked at Yuan Qiao.

Yuan Qiao nodded to express his understanding, then handed the stick in his hand to Ding Zimu, turned around and walked out of the warehouse.

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming again.

Yang Yiming shook his head: "You know I won't leave, no matter what you do, I must be here."

"But Teacher Yang, there are some things I want to ask him alone." Ding Zimu was unexpectedly tough, and he looked at Yang Yiming, "Is that okay?"

Yang Yiming hesitated at this moment, Ding Zimu stepped forward and hugged Yang Yiming's shoulder: "Mr. Yang, I know you are worried about me, but can you trust me once?"

Yang Yiming was moved by the word "trust", he hesitated, and asked again: "Can you really do it?"

"can."

"If I don't go out, can I stand at the door?" Yang Yiming asked.

Ding Zimu looked at the gate 20 meters away and nodded.

Yang Yiming let go of his hand, and walked backwards all the way to the gate of the warehouse, staring nervously at this small corner, the light was not very bright, but he could vaguely see the outline.

Ding Zimu watched Yang Yiming back out, and turned to look at Ding Kuiqiang.Ding Kuiqiang smiled distortedly, and thick phlegm made a ho-ho sound in his throat; "You really want to know?"

Ding Zimu put down the wooden stick in his hand and squatted down, squinting his eyes slightly to look at Ding Kuiqiang on the ground, as if looking at a pile of disgusting carrion.

Ding Kuiqiang suddenly showed an extremely greedy look, and he said: "If you want to know, I will tell you, but I want thirty..."

Ding Zimu suddenly swung his fist and slammed it down, resolutely and fiercely.

Ding Kuiqiang was completely caught off guard. In his opinion, Ding Zimu would definitely be willing to pay a large sum of money for that name.He is a little afraid of Ding Zimu now, but he is not afraid of this incident being exposed, because no one knows whether that person is still alive, and he is very clear that in this incident, he is an accomplice, at most it is a "forced obscenity" .Therefore, if he could exchange that name for a large sum of money, it would not be a bad thing to keep Ding Zimu from now on.

But what he didn't expect was that Ding Zimu shook his fist without saying a word.This punch hit the face hard, and instantly he felt his ears ringing like gongs and drums, his eyes were pitch black, and he felt unbearable pain after a burst of severe dizziness.The pain made him cry out, but only a hoarse sound of "ho ho" came out of his throat.

Ding Zimu's punch hit him on the jaw, and he couldn't even scream.

"I won't give you a penny." Ding Zimu said, "Ding Kuiqiang, there is one thing you don't understand. I want to know the name just because I want him to get the punishment he deserves, but it doesn't mean I hate him the most."

Ding Kuiqiang lay on the ground, his face pressed against the dirty concrete floor, his mouth had the stench of blood and dust, his eyes were blurred and he saw that everything was empty, and he vaguely heard Ding Zimu's words amidst the loud ringing in his ears, Suddenly there was an ominous premonition in my heart.

Ding Zimu said: "Compared to you, he ranks second."

"For...for...what? I...is your father."

"Now you admit that you are my father?" Ding Zimu sneered, "It's more than 20 years late."

Ding Kuiqiang's mind was buzzing, and the strong sense of fear made him feel cold all over.

"So, Ding Kuiqiang, listen carefully," Ding Zimu said in a low voice, "If you say it, you can go to jail; if you don't say it..."

Ding Kuiqiang slowly widened his eyes.

"If you don't say anything, your creditors will make you think it's better to stay in prison. You have also seen that they will not ask me for money."

Ding Kuiqiang gasped for a while, tried his best to turn over and look up at Ding Zimu: "You have the ability...you killed me."

Ding Zimu shook his head: "If I kill you, I will go to prison, you are not worthy! Tell you, I will live a good life, better than your dog. I want you to be chased and beaten by creditors all your life, and let him taste the stick. I want you to know what it’s like to kowtow and beg for some leftovers when you’re so old that you don’t even have the strength to crawl to the street to beg for food. Do you know Ding Kuiqiang? Killing my mother almost ruined my life. To be honest, it would be cheap for you to go to prison. If you don’t tell me, I won’t force you, but those people outside will make your life worse than death!”

Ding Zimu stood up, clapped his hands, and said contemptuously: "Okay, you can take this secret into the coffin. But I want to tell you that this case has been reopened. The police have the fingerprints and DNA of that person. I know that He has scars on his shoulders and lower back, and we will visit all your friends in the neighborhood one by one, and you just beg him not to commit crimes, otherwise he will be caught. At that time..." Ding Zimu kicked Ding Kui Qiangman with his toes It was a muddy face, "At that time, you will know what 'regret' is."

After finishing speaking, Ding Zimu turned around and walked out. He had just taken a step when he heard Ding Kuiqiang say, "Wait, I'll tell you."

Ding Zimu paused, turned around and squatted down again, before he could open his mouth, he heard Ding Kuiqiang scold "little bastard" through gritted teeth, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Ding Kuiqiang's right hand swinging from the shadow.In a blink of an eye, he found that the wooden stick that he had just placed by his feet was gone.Almost at the same time, Ding Zimu subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but he still didn't block it.The strength of the wooden stick was not great, but when it was swung from the side, it just hit the forehead.

It didn't seem to hurt, but Ding Zimu felt dizzy, and the darkness instantly overwhelmed him.

Ding Kui, who was on the ground, squeezed out some strength and kept cursing: "Ding Zimu, you ungrateful little bastard..."

"Who said I belonged to Ding Zimu?" Da Ding wiped his forehead nonchalantly, and said coldly, "Use this trick again, trash!"

Ding Kuiqiang muttered cursing, not listening to what Da Ding was saying.

Da Ding stood up and smiled. That smile was scary. He stepped on Ding Kuiqiang's lower body without hesitation. Yang Yiming couldn't help but walked two steps inside, the inside was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, he raised his voice and asked, "Ermu?".

"Teacher Yang, I'm fine." Ding said calmly, "He's fine, he won't die."

Yang Yiming wanted to say something, but he held back and retreated to the door.

Da Ding looked down at Ding Kuiqiang from a high position, exerted a little force on his feet, and Ding Kuiqiang's face turned pale from the pain.

"Does it hurt?" Da Ding said lightly, "Be patient."

Ding Kuiqiang hugged Da Ding's leg tightly with both hands, trying to move it away from his body, but it was a pity that Da Ding stepped on it tightly.

"Ding Kuiqiang, I really didn't expect you to have such courage." Ding said, "It seems that I really underestimated you."

"You, you little..." He didn't finish the second half of the sentence because Da Ding stepped on it harder.

"How does it feel now?" Da Ding asked calmly, "Do you know what it's like to live in an orphanage? Have you ever lived in ruins? The kind of ruins where the rain is leaking everywhere? Have you ever been pointed at your nose and scolded? "

Ding Kuiqiang shook his head frantically, his lips trembled in pain, and he let out a hoarse roar like a dying beast.

"That's how you feel now," Da Ding said slowly, "I just want to die quickly."

"No, no..." Ding Kuiqiang burst out these few words, but the strength in his hands gradually weakened, and he was already in pain so much that he was about to collapse.

Da Ding turned his foot lightly, and Ding Kuiqiang bounced like an electric shock.

"Because of you, I have no father, no mother, no relatives, no friends in my life. I have been alone for so long. Have you ever tried to be good to someone with all your heart, but does it feel like they don't even look at you? Everyone Want me to disappear, and feel that I am redundant, do you know what it feels like?" Da Ding's voice was very low, without any ups and downs, and without emotion, just like a person who is about to die calmly is giving his last words.

Ding Kuiqiang was already a little delirious from the pain, he let go of his hands completely, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"Well, it's similar to what you feel now, maybe even more painful. After all, you can die after a while of pain. I have been in pain for many years."

"I, I, I'll tell... tell you" Ding Kuiqiang struggled with the last bit of strength.

Da Ding let go of his feet, tilted his head to look at Ding Kuiqiang who was paralyzed on the ground, smiled, and said, "Don't you understand? I just want to kill you with my own hands. I don't care about the rest."

Ding Kuiqiang panted violently, looked at Ding in disbelief, and said intermittently: "You, you, you don't want to know..."

"I don't want to!" Da Ding interrupted him, "I'm not the one who wants to know, and he doesn't care. As for me, I'll be content with killing you."

Ding Kuiqiang stared at Da Ding with wide eyes, his cloudy eyes were full of panic, until then, he realized that the other party really only wanted his life!

Da Ding showed a weird smile, and he slowly put his hand around Ding Kuiqiang's neck, gradually tightening it, and said, "I'm not afraid of death, I don't know if you are afraid."

"Hong Xingda, his name is Hong Xingda!" Ding Kui squeezed Ding's wrist and squeezed out the last few words.

Da Ding still pinched his neck: "I told you, I'm not interested in that name."

In Ding Kuiqiang's cloudy eyes, fear was almost overflowing, he was shaking like chaff, and finally rolled his eyes and passed out

But Ding slowly let go, he stood up while supporting a big wooden box next to him, kicked Ding Kuiqiang who was lying on the ground with his toes in distaste, and whispered: "Let's let you one more time, brat." Then he turned around and went to Yang Yiming walked in the direction.

Yang Yiming ran over the moment he turned around, Ding started shaking as he walked, Yang Yiming stepped up and hugged him the moment he fell down.

"Ding Zimu!" ​​Yang Yiming yelled, his voice echoed in the empty warehouse, Yuan Qiao who was at the door opened the door and rushed in.

Da Ding clenched Yang Yiming's collar and stared at him greedily, no matter what Yang Yiming asked, he just stared at him without saying a word.

"What's the matter with you?" Yang Yiming ignored Ding's eyes and anxiously looked at him, afraid of getting hurt.

"Hong Xingda." Ding said, "His name is Hong Xingda, and he used to live in Hongjiagou, Nanling."

"How are you?" Yang Yiming's attention was all on Ding, Ding's face was pale and his breath was very weak.On the other hand, Yuan Qiao said, "If you have a name, it's easy to handle, and you can definitely catch him."

"I'm fine." Da Ding grabbed Yang Yiming's wrist and shook his head, "Yang Yiming, I still saved his life after all."

When Yang Yiming heard that Da Ding called his own name, he stared at Da Ding with wide eyes: "You..."

"I can do this kind of thing," Da Ding smiled contemptuously, "he can ask a fart."

"Huh?" Yuan Qiao froze for a moment.

"I didn't mention you." Ding said coldly, without even glancing at Yuan Qiao.

Yang Yiming asked Da Ding to lean on him so that he could sit more comfortably. He asked anxiously, "Then how are you doing now? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Worried about me?" Da Ding smiled, "Don't be chatty, like a girl."

"Okay, I'm not a woman, so if you have the ability, don't turn pale and faint like a woman." Yang Yiming said angrily.

"Me," Ding let go of Yang Yiming's collar and touched his face, "I will never faint again."

"What do you mean?" Yang Yiming heard something wrong from Ding's tone, and he warned, "What do you want, don't mess around."

"If I want to mess around, can you manage it?" Da Ding sneered, "Just watch that idiot, and leave me alone."

"you……"

"Okay, Yang Yiming," Da Ding gasped, and said, "I'm too lazy to listen to your big principles. In this life, I only listen to my own. When the time comes, can you let me be quiet?"

"Da Ding!" Yang Yiming yelled, ignoring Yuan Qiao, who was already listening stupidly, "You can't do this, he will be sad."

"Do you know?"

"meeting."

"Stop talking nonsense, what's so sad about you?" Da Ding sneered, "Whatever it is, don't you have to come to this point in the end? There is a difference between one day and one day? Hypocrisy!"

"..." Yang Yiming felt that he was completely naked in front of Da Ding—hypocrisy!

When Yang Yiming was speechless, Yuan Qiao finally found space to interject: "Mumu, how are you? What... are you talking about?"

"It's not interesting." Ding said flatly, "This matter has nothing to do with you, but... thank you." The word "thank you" should be as perfunctory as possible.

"Mumu?" Yuan Qiao was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, he just murmured, "I don't think you... are quite like the Ding Zimu I know."

Da Ding twitched his lips: "Maybe, you never knew the real Ding Zimu."

After finishing speaking, Da Ding closed his eyes for a moment, and said as if he was talking to himself: "But maybe you will know him after I leave."

"Where are you going? I told you not to mess around." Yang Yiming tightened his arms, and his heart sank—"When the sub-personality subjectively thinks that he is dead, he may die." The words in the book immediately came to mind.

"I won't mess around again in the future, and I won't even come here." Ding said, "Look, I've already learned how to tell bad jokes."

"Da Ding!" Yang Yiming's eyes were red, and he felt a big block in his heart, which made him almost suffocate.

"Hush," Da Ding raised an index finger in front of his lips, "don't shout, I don't want him to hear it, and I don't need to know it in the future. It's too difficult to hold him down, really, now I can't hold him down anymore, originally I didn't want him to show up at the beginning, but I couldn't suppress him, if that old bastard didn't give him a stick... But it's okay, I don't have to suppress him in the future."

Da Ding took a breath and continued, "Remember, Boss Yuan asked for that name. Don't tell him that. That's it, it's good, we don't owe each other." Da Ding stared at Yang Yiming's Lips, touch your own lips again, and say softly, "We owe each other nothing, thank you."

After speaking, he suddenly closed his eyes and collapsed into Yang Yiming's arms.

"Da Ding!" Yang Yiming yelled in vain, only a sound echoed in the warehouse, "Ding..."