my boyfriend is too random

Before Ding Zimu officially moved into Yang Yiming’s house, he felt uneasy. He felt that it would take a long time for him to get used to it. After all, Yang Yiming was different from Luo Yang. When he thought of Yang Yiming sleeping next door to him, he could see him every day, and he could have breakfast or After dinner, he felt nervous.Coupled with the fact that the father who had just been released from prison would come to his door at some point, he was even more worried, lest he would cause any trouble to Yang Yiming.

Will Teacher Yang get bored soon?

In fact, on the first day Ding Zimu moved in, he realized that he really thought too much.Yang Yiming didn't regard himself as a teacher at all, and "teacher's dignity" was just a word for him.

"Ding Zimu, tidy up the bedroom yourself. It's not too messy anyway, but it's a little dusty."

"Ding Zimu, cook wontons tomorrow morning, there are quick-frozen ones in the refrigerator."

"Ding Zimu, come back from get off work tomorrow to buy some vegetables... What, you don't get off work until eight o'clock? Then bring some bread back."

"Ding Zimu, if you have time, help me put the house back together."

"Ding Zimu, check to see if there is any shampoo in the bathroom, if not, bring some back after get off work tomorrow."

"Ding Zimu, the water in the kitchen is boiling, make me a cup of tea."

……

Ding Zimu responded with "hey hey" all the way around in and out of the house, and even in a short night, he threw aside the fear and tension of "living under the fence" and "dove occupying the magpie's nest" !After busying himself for a while, he stood in the living room and asked loudly, "Mr. Yang, what else do you want to do?"

Yang Yiming responded from a distance in the bedroom: "Take a shower and go to bed."

Ding Zimu obediently took his pajamas and went into the bathroom. When he came out, Yang Yiming stood in front of his bedroom with a cup of hot milk: "Drink it."

"I've already brushed my teeth."

"Then drink it and brush it again."

Ding Zimu took it helplessly, and muttered while drinking: "How old are you and still drink milk when you go to bed at night?"

Yang Yiming pretended not to hear. In fact, he put half a sleeping pill in the milk. In order to prevent Ding Zimu from sneaking into his bedroom in the middle of the night, Yang Yiming decided to let Ding Zimu sleep until he could fully adapt to his home. most.

Sure enough, Ding Zimu slept well that night, but was woken up by Yang Yiming the next day, and the alarm clock was completely useless.

"Come over for breakfast, and I'll take you to the bakery later."

Ding Zimu was a little embarrassed: "Mr. Yang, I got up too late."

"It's okay," Yang Yiming pointed to the chair opposite the dining table, "it's not too late, it's not dark yet."

Ding Zimu sat down and looked at the table: "It is agreed that I will cook."

"It's okay," Yang Yiming comforted Ding Zimu, "I can still cook wontons, don't worry."

"Teacher Yang..." Ding Zimu said with a smile, "That's not what I meant."

"I mean there are only two people in this room, and everyone cooks the same, and they can't kill anyone."

Ding Zimu laughed and picked up his chopsticks.Watching Ding Zimu gulp down the obviously overcooked wontons, Yang Yiming felt an unexpected sense of satisfaction.

After dinner, Yang Yiming insisted on taking Ding Zimu to the bakery, but Ding Zimu refused, saying that there was no need for it at all. The bakery was only a few stops away from home, and he could just take a bus there.He said, "Mr. Yang, you don't have to worry so much, you'll be fine."

"By the way." Yang Yiming said, "Are you stupid if you don't get a ride with you?"

"It's not going well, you should turn east at the second intersection."

"That intersection is blocked every day, and I only have an extra three to five kilometers if I go around the intersection, but there is no traffic jam at all, and I can save 10 minutes." Yang Yiming opened the door, "Come up."

Ding Zimu sat on the co-pilot, looked at the scenery passing by the car window, and felt that his life began to accelerate at once, but this acceleration made him happy, because he vaguely felt that his life had a direction. It's not clear, but he feels that Teacher Yang will point it out to him soon.

After Yang Yiming sent Ding Zimu to the bakery, he called Yuan Qiao. Yuan Qiao came out from the back door with a look of surprise and asked, "Mr. Yang, what's the matter? of?"

"Let me make a long story short." Yang Yiming said, "Ding Zimu's father has just been released from prison, and he may cause trouble for him. I will try my best to pick him up and drop him off every day. Please take care of him when he is in the store."

"Ah?" Yuan Qiao was stunned for a moment, feeling that the development of the plot was a bit derailed.

"You can make a choice," Yang Yiming said, "If you want to fire him, please tell me in advance. You also know that Ding Zimu's psychology is not stable, and I'm afraid he will be stimulated."

"I have to keep him!" Yuan Qiao said without any hesitation, "Do you know how good the business in my store has been since he came? Who has a grudge against money these days?"

"Aren't you afraid of trouble?"

"I'm afraid," Yuan Qiao said earnestly, "but so far his words and deeds are normal, and he can't be better. The gang of nympho girls nearby come to buy an egg tart every day."

Yang Yiming laughed, "How much can an egg tart earn?"

"There is meat on the legs of flies, don't you understand that small profits are quick to sell?" Yuan Qiao said with a smile, "Besides, the price of my egg tarts can be increased."

Yang Yiming took a deep look at Yuan Qiao: "Have you thought about the consequences?"

"I have thought about it," Yuan Qiao sighed, "but the problem is that I am a businessman first, and I choose to give up the unknown dangers in the face of the benefits that I know will inevitably arise."

Yang Yiming looked at Yuan Qiao with a half-smile, and asked, "You are very generous."

Yuan Qiao shrugged.

***

Yang Yiming actually had a headache. As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. It is not a solution to be so wary all day long. You have to find a way to solve the problem completely.But in fact, Ding Kuiqiang did not give Yang Yiming time to think of a solution.

On Friday, Yang Yiming drove to pick up Ding Zimu, and when he was about to get to the bakery, he received a call from Yuan Qiao, who said anxiously, "Ding Zimu is missing."

"Missing? Where did you go?"

"If I knew where he was, I wouldn't call 'missing'!" Yuan Qiao yelled on the phone, "He's been away for half an hour."

Yang Yiming stomped on the gas pedal and yelled into the phone: "Go out and look for it. It's near the bakery, not too far away. Go to a remote place. You look east and I look west."

After speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Yuan Qiao a chance to bargain.

It was the evening rush hour, and the road was congested in a mess.Yang Yiming broke out in a sudden sweat. In fact, he was not only worried that something would happen to Ding Zimu, but also worried that something would happen to Ding Zimu's father.

Yang Yiming can almost conclude that Da Ding will definitely jump out and make a move, and the attack will never be light.After the fight, it's cool, and then what?You know, all of this requires Ding Zimu to bear the consequences.

Yang Yiming became very worried when he thought of how many troubles there would be in the future. He honked his horn desperately, completely ignoring the curses erupting around him.He knew that there were at least four cameras on this street, and he also knew that the cameras on the bus lane must be fully turned on during the evening rush hour...but he didn't care, he had to find Ding Zimu as soon as possible without delay.

He didn't dare to think about what the father and son would fight, but he knew with certainty that Ding Zimu would definitely be hurt, which he couldn't accept.Thinking of that person sitting curled up on the ground with a bruised nose and bloody body like last time, moaning in pain, and being so painful that he couldn't stand up...

Yang Yiming pressed the horn vigorously again, completely recklessly pressing the double solid line and overtaking a small bread. The drivers in the opposite lane were so frightened that they rolled down their windows and cursed at the street.

There was no vacant parking space in front of the bakery, but Yang Yiming still left the car behind.He jumped out of the car and started running straight to the west.This is a small east-west road, not very wide. There is a row of shops along the street, and there are four or five residential areas in the middle.Ding Zimu is most likely to have entered one of the residential areas. The terrain in the residential area is complicated, and the buildings are scattered. It is not easy to find someone.Yang Yiming was sweating from anxiety.

calm down!

Yang Yiming said loudly to himself, calm down!If you run around like a headless chicken, you won't be able to find Ding Zimu. You have to think about where he might end up.If it's Ding Zimu, he will definitely remember his instructions, don't initiate conflicts, don't fight, and try to ask for help.

If it is Da Ding, he will definitely go to a particularly remote corner, so that it is easy to start.Yang Yiming stood at the entrance of the bakery and looked left and right. There was an old community next to the bakery to the west. Yang Yiming once parked his car in when there was no parking space at the entrance of the bakery.That neighborhood is an old-fashioned tube building, with twists and turns inside and piles of sundries, any corner is the best place for a murder case.Yang Yiming was a little flustered. You know, Da Ding is the kind of person who won't stop until he dies.

Yang Yiming was running around in the community. People who got off work had come back one after another. There were many people in the parking shed. Yang Yiming glanced at it from a distance, turned his head and ran to the other side.There is a small green area over there, which is covered with wormwood that is half the height of a person. Some unconscious residents will dump their garbage there, and the stench is emitted all the year round. Most people don't go there.

The sky darkened quickly, and in the autumn evening, the evening wind brought a chill.As soon as Yang Yiming ran near the green area, he heard a muffled groan, followed by a blunt sound of fists hitting the flesh.

"Da Ding!" Yang Yiming shouted without hesitation, and stepped into the weeds in two steps.

Behind a pile of decaying grass, behind a pile of moldy and tattered boxes, Da Ding pressed one knee on the chest and abdomen of a white-haired man, strangled the man's throat with one hand, and clenched the other tightly. Tightly, he was waving it high and wanted to smash it down.

The moment Yang Yiming appeared, Ding Zimu was obviously stunned for a moment, and the man under him touched a broken wooden stick beside him, and slammed Ding Zimu's head fiercely. .

"Da Ding!" Yang Yiming yelled, and kicked the man's shoulder without hesitation. The force was so great that the man tilted slightly, and the man let go of his hand in pain.Da Ding slowly lowered his eyes, staring at the man as if he was looking at a dead object, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.At that moment, Yang Yiming seemed to see a lone wolf in the wilderness, ferocious and hungry, it didn't care, even if it was covered in blood, it just wanted to bite through the opponent's throat as soon as possible!

"Da Ding!" Yang Yiming grabbed Da Ding's hand. Surprisingly, Da Ding stood up obediently.At this time, in the dim twilight, Yang Yiming saw the man on the ground.Maybe he used to be strong and powerful enough to beat his wife and children recklessly, but after more than ten years of prison life, he became skinny and old, but his vicious eyes were still full of resentment, and the wrinkles on his face were full of gullies. The vertical and horizontal are full of greedy desires.

He curled up on the ground, the blood on his face was stained with mud, his yellow teeth were clenched tightly, and the saliva mixed with blood flowed down.

"I'm warning you, get out of here!" Da Ding said viciously, "Otherwise I'll beat you once, and kill me!"

"you dare!"

Da Ding shook off Yang Yiming's hand without saying a word, stretched out his legs and kicked the man fiercely: "Ding Kuiqiang, I will kill you again, if you don't believe me, try!"

"You bastard," Ding Kuiqiang cursed, "You son of a bitch is fucking rubbish."

This time, before Da Ding had time to speak, Yang Yiming couldn't help it: "You are a coward who can beat his wife and children, and you have the face to call others trash after you come out of prison?"

Ding Kuiqiang's eyes became more sinister.

"Why should you go? The farther away you are from Ding Zimu, the better." Yang Yiming looked down at Ding Kuiqiang condescendingly, and said contemptuously, "You don't deserve to talk to him at all."

"He's my son, and it's not your turn to speak when I discipline my son."

"You don't have a son," Yang Yiming said, "Ding Kuiqiang, please remember that Ding Zimu has nothing to do with you. You almost killed him back then, do you know that now that you think about it, someone recognizes your son? It's too late! "

"Get out!" Ding Kui said as if he was dying, "He is my son, even if I kill him, I will be his father, and it's not your turn."

Da Ding was furious, struggling desperately to rush over.But Yang Yiming held on to his wrist tightly, and with Yang Yiming's physique as a nerd, Da Ding couldn't break free no matter what!

"Don't waste time with him, he's not worth your trouble." Yang Yiming tugged at Ding, "You, come home with me! Immediately!"

Probably shocked by Yang Yiming's decisive order, Ding was stunned for a moment, then he followed him out obediently.Not two steps out, he heard the rustling of the grass behind him, completely subconsciously, he turned his head and looked over.Ding Kuiqiang was holding a piece of broken glass in his hand and was rushing towards him.

"Fuck!" Da Ding yelled angrily, and turned to meet him, but Yang Yiming grabbed his wrist, and turned around half a beat later, and within half a beat, Ding Kuiqiang had already thrown himself behind him.

Everything happened so fast that no one could figure out how it happened.When Da Ding kicked Ding Kuiqiang in the abdomen and kicked him so hard that he could no longer get up, Yang Yiming's sleeves and shoulders were quickly soaked with blood.

"Ah!" Da Ding roared, his eyes were red, "I'll kill you!" While roaring, he rushed over and kicked Ding Kuiqiang's side again.Ding Kuiqiang moaned in pain louder, almost wailing.

The wound was on the shoulder blade, Yang Yiming couldn't reach it and couldn't reach out to press the wound, so he simply stopped reaching for the wound, but grabbed Ding Ding: "Let's go!"

"No! You let me kill him!"

"Go!" Yang Yiming yelled, "Ding, come with me now, immediately!"

"..."

"Da Ding! If you don't leave, I don't need him to do it, I will beat you to death first, believe it or not!"

Da Ding stared at Ding Kuiqiang, who was curled up on the ground and howled, and panted for a while, and finally gave a vicious "Pooh": "I tell you, get out of here!"

After finishing speaking, he supported Yang Yiming with one hand, pushed aside the overgrown weeds with the other, and walked out cautiously.

In the distance, the elders and aunts with red hoops were walking in this direction. In the dark night, Da Ding took Yang Yiming and walked quickly along the wall to the community.

***

Yang Yiming injured his shoulder and was unable to drive, so the two had to go to the bakery for a simple bandage first.Fortunately, Yang Yiming's wound looked evil, but it wasn't too deep. Yuan Qiao poured half a bottle of povidone iodine on it recklessly, and covered it with a piece of gauze.

"Okay, just go to the hospital and get some stitches." Yuan Qiao said.

"You Mongolian doctor," Yang Yiming wailed, "It hurts me to death."

"Why didn't I see you feel pain during the fight?" Yuan Qiao said contemptuously, "Look at Ding Zimu, after a fight, his clothes are a little dirty and his face is a little bruised. This is the real fight. Yours can only be called 'being beaten'."

Yang Yiming rolled his eyes: "Have you become a hero when you co-authored a fight?"

"Whether Ding Zimu is a hero or not is another matter. Anyway, you are a bear now." Yuan Qiao said, "Why don't you go to the hospital to have a look? The shoulder is a joint with a lot of movement, and the wound is definitely not easy to heal. Two stitches can help. benefit."

Yang Yiming didn't bother to pay attention to him, he straightened his clothes and was about to leave: "Go home, I have to lie down and rest, I'm exhausted."

"Go to the hospital first." Da Ding, who had been holding the iodophor gauze at the side, said suddenly.

"No need to go." Yang Yiming moved his shoulders slowly and said, "I just glanced in the mirror and got stabbed. It will be fine after two days."

"No!" Da Ding said very strongly, "We must go."

"Forget it," Yang Yiming waved his hand, "I'm really tired, go home and sleep!"

"Yang Yiming!" Da Ding suddenly squatted down, looked at Yang Yiming blankly and said, "Go to the hospital, please."

Yang Yiming looked into Ding's eyes and was dumbfounded!