my boyfriend is too random

After returning home, Yang Yiming sent Ding Zimu to bed and received an email from Friedman. The old man seemed to be very interested in Ding Zimu, and he listed a bunch of questions and scales in thousands of words.Yang Yiming didn't dare to make coffee, worried that Ding Zimu would smell the strong smell and get up to stay up with him, so he went back to the bedroom and made a cup of instant coffee. The sweet taste upset him, so he poured himself another cup boiled water.

He misses the coffee made by Ding Zimu, whether it is matcha or mixed with rum, it is mellow and fragrant, which makes people want to stop.

Yang Yiming washed his face with cold water, took out the dictionary, and began to answer the professor's questions one by one. This is a job that requires a lot of patience and care. He dare not neglect it at all, because any slight unclear expression may affect to the final judgment.He summarized what he had learned, and made another list of questions that Ding Zimu needed to answer, and put them together with those complicated scales, and planned to hand them over to Ding Zimu the next day, so that he could find a free day Answered.

By the time I finished all the desk work, it was already 03:30 in the morning.He tiptoed to the door of Ding Zimu's bedroom, gently twisted the doorknob, opened a crack and looked inside.The bright moonlight outside the window came in, and a quiet figure loomed on the bed.Yang Yiming hesitated for a moment, but in the end he walked gently to the bed.

Ding Zimu closed his eyes quietly, Yang Yiming couldn't see his face clearly, he could only see him lying on his side, his body curled up, as if he was holding something in his arms.This is a defensive posture subconsciously adopted when one is extremely insecure, hiding one's soft belly and leaving a hard spine and a pair of shoulders outside.Yang Yiming gently stretched out his hand and put his palm on Ding Zimu's shoulder blade. Through the thick quilt, he felt that he could feel the hardness of Ding Zimu's shoulder blade.

Yang Yiming withdrew his fingers, and used eyes instead of lips and tongue to scan Ding Zimu's face carefully. In the haze, he was sure that he was sleeping soundly, and his face should be peaceful and stable.

Good night.Yang Yiming moved his lips and kissed, and said silently.He turned around slightly, tiptoed out, and slowly closed the door.It was dark in the room, so he didn't see the person on the bed open his eyes.

The door closed, the last ray of light faded away, and the room returned to silence and darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Ding slowly sat up from the bed, and slowly stretched out his left hand to press on his right shoulder.There, Yang Yiming stroked very tenderly.

Da Ding asked in a very soft voice: "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" In the darkness, a slightly deep voice asked.There was an irrefutable sense of authority in this voice, as if his question must be answered in the shortest possible time.

But Da Ding didn't buy it, he clicked impatiently and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?" The voice raised slightly, with a hint of threat, "Don't do it, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

"Why am I such a trouble?" Da Ding couldn't help but pumped his fist hard, "Why am I troubled? Haven't I done enough? Have I complained over the years? Have I made any demands? I Isn't it hidden deep enough?"

A series of questions came over, and the voice gradually raised.

"Don't yell!" said the man sharply. "Do you want to call him here?"

Da Ding sneered: "Do you think he doesn't know you?"

"So what? I don't want to know him!"

"But Ding Zimu trusts him very much." Ding said with a bit of malice as if taking revenge, "I think Yang Yiming is much more important to him than you."

The other party was obviously shocked by this sentence. After a few seconds of silence, he said word by word: "What can a brat do for Ding Zimu?"

"No matter what he can or cannot do, with Ding Zimu, you will lose." Ding said coldly, "The Ding Zimu today is no longer the Ding Zimu you know."

"how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Da Ding pointed to the bedroom door and said, "Do you dare to go to the kitchen? There are still dishes he prepared in the refrigerator. This kid can now open a restaurant at the level of cooking three meals a day! "

"When did he learn to cook?" The man was shocked.

"Don't you know that he learned to cook?"

"But he learned pastry."

Da Ding sneered, bent his knees, buried his face in, and said in a muffled voice: "You don't know everything about him...of course I don't know either, for example, I don't know why I'm trapped here, I can't get out gone."

Da Ding raised his head, lowered his brows and eyes, his bright eyes were full of despair and pleading, he said: "Brother, I can't get out, I really can't get out, will I be trapped here forever, only He can only catch his breath when he falls asleep? Brother, I'm afraid I'll never see the sun again, I hate the night...I feel...terrible."

The man didn't speak for a long time, the winter night was long and cold, especially the night alone.

***

Yang Yiming went to the hospital the next afternoon to replace his sister. He stayed up too late the night before, and his energy was very low, so he wrapped his coat and leaned against the radiator, drowsy.When the phone rang, he was half asleep and half awake. He subconsciously knew that he was in the hospital, but in his mind he felt that he was sitting in a small bakery. Desserts freshly made - utterly disjointed.

Yang Yiming reluctantly struggled out of the dream, enduring the throbbing pain in his temple and took out his cell phone, an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

"Hello?" Yang Yiming said listlessly.

"Mr. Yang Yiming?" A strange male voice rang through the microphone.Yang Yiming cheered up and said, "I am, who are you?"

"Hello, my name is Liu Guoqiang, and I worked at the Nancheng Police Station before I retired."

Yang Yiming sat up straight and said, "Hello."

"The comrades in the institute told me that you came to investigate the case 14 years ago, the one where the Ding family broke into the thief."

"Yes." Yang Yiming said in a low voice, glanced at the sleeping mother and the monitor beside the bed at the same time, and then walked gently to the balcony, "I want to know what happened at that time."

"Why do you want to know?"

Yang Yiming briefly introduced the work of the orphanage and Ding Zimu's "emotional instability". A public welfare psychological counselor, strives to save every teenager in trouble, and at the same time contributes to strengthening public security management and preventing crimes - he himself blushes and thinks that once this person becomes ashamed, he will indeed Quite invincible.

Liu Guoqiang really bought his account!

Yang Yiming said sincerely: "Captain Liu, I'm very sorry that I can't tell you the specific details, because this involves the patient's privacy, and we have regulations not to disclose it."

"I understand that," Liu Guoqiang said calmly, "We have similar regulations."

Yang Yiming's heart suddenly turned cold: "Then..."

"But this case does not involve secrecy. I can tell you some details." Liu Guoqiang followed up.

Yang Yiming took a long breath: "Thank you."

"It's actually very simple. We have received a lot of reports about Ding's family. Most of them were called to the police because the neighbors couldn't bear to see Ding Kui beat their son. But sometimes Ding Zimu's mother would report domestic violence to the police, and Ding Zimu himself also reported it. The police, ran barefoot to the police station in the middle of the night and said that his parents were fighting again. You also know that domestic violence has never been easy to deal with under the current law, especially Ding Zimu’s mother often came to close the case by herself. He was unwilling to sign, so he was only detained by Ding Kuiqiang for a few times... Do you understand this?"

Yang Yiming said "hmm" to understand, but in fact he was very angry.In fact, he couldn't understand why the woman would take the initiative to close the case.

"So after receiving too many calls like this, we became more or less accustomed to police cases involving Ding's family. That night, when we heard that Ding's family had burglarized, we subconsciously felt that it must be domestic violence again, but The neighbors were afraid that we would not go, so they called the false police and said that there was a burglar. When we arrived at the scene, we found that it was not a domestic violence. Mrs. Zheng was wandering around in the yard, singing loudly all the time. I don’t know what they are singing, and the lights in Ding’s house are dark, so I can’t hear anything.”

"When the old lady saw us coming, she quickly said that she deliberately sang in the yard to scare the thief away. We asked how she knew the thief had gone away. She said she saw a shadow coming out of the back window of Ding's house, and then She ran along the courtyard wall to the east, and ran away on a broken bicycle that was placed against the wall. But she was too afraid to go into the house to see, so she urged us to go and see the child of the Ding family."

"What's wrong with Ding Zimu?" Yang Yiming asked, sweating coldly.

"Well... this..." Liu Guoqiang hesitated a little, and Yang Yiming's heart sank to the bottom of the valley all of a sudden.

"Sexual assault?" Yang Yiming gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the two words from his throat, because the squeeze was so difficult that he could hear the gurgling sound in his throat, and at the same time, his whole heart ached.

"This..." Liu Guoqiang thought for a while and said, "We're not sure, the situation at the time was a bit... chaotic."

"How to say?"

"The child was too young. Although we have seen some psychopaths, it was the first time we had seen such a pervert attacking such a young boy. There was no sign of sexual assault at the scene, but the child was naked. But it was summer at that time, and it was not surprising to sleep naked in the hot weather; he had pinch marks and strangle marks on his body, and the marks were very new, but the child had been wounded all year round, and new wounds piled on top of old wounds every day, so it was hard to judge. Room The house is very messy, but his house has always been very messy; the bed is especially messy, the quilt, pillows, sheets and so on are all crumpled into a ball, but then again, if it is really a burglar, the thief wants to control people who sleep on the bed It is not impossible for the victim to cause a fight...so, it is impossible to judge from the scene."

"Then have you asked that child?"

"Of course," Liu Guoqiang said affirmatively, "We checked the child's injuries immediately and asked him about it, but he seemed to be frightened and stupid, and he curled up into a ball, and he would not let anyone approach him." Crying, not only crying, but also begging for mercy...that's pathetic, don't mention it."

Yang Yiming was silent, feeling that his heart was falling all the way, it was an abyss, so deep that it would never end.

"Later, we couldn't ask any more questions. The child's mother also came back, crying and fussing. Mrs. Zheng repeatedly emphasized that she found it early, the thief didn't take anything, and the child is fine..."

"Do you believe it?" Yang Yiming asked with a questioning mood.

"Dubiously believe it," Liu Guoqiang said with a sigh, "we always feel that something is wrong with the child, it doesn't seem like an ordinary fright, and no matter how hot the weather is, who's eight-year-old child still sleeps naked? Besides, those pinch marks And it's all on the thighs."

"Why don't you check?"

Liu Guoqiang was silent for a while, and said with a bit of self-blame, "His mother refused to investigate, and the child didn't open his mouth, just hugged his mother and cried. We wanted to take him to the hospital for an examination, but he refused to die. His mother also strongly disagreed. We visited his home more than ten times for this case, but returned without success every time. , There is also a problem, the door lock has no trace of damage at all, and there are only traces of turning out on the window but not turning in. We deduced that someone opened the door with a key, so we suspected..."

"Ding Kuiqiang?" Yang Yiming gritted his teeth and asked, feeling the cold in his bones.

"Anyway, it can't be his mother." Liu Guoqiang said with certainty, "At that time we overheard Mrs. Zheng saying a few words to Ding Zimu's mother. Forget about it, just be more careful in the future, if you say it, the child will not be able to be a human being."

"Can't be a man?" Yang Yiming repeated subconsciously.

"Yes, it's the phrase 'I can't be a man' that makes me worry about this case all the time. I always feel that I owe that child and fail to give him justice." Liu Guoqiang sighed again and said, "But from the scene , we have no evidence."

Yang Yiming took a deep breath, thanked him and hung up the phone.He once pinned all his hopes on this phone call. He hoped to find clues from the outside to minimize the pressure on Ding Zimu.But in fact, this clue is almost the same as what he deduced before, and the truth is still a mystery.

Xu Lin!

Yang Yiming clutched the phone tightly, the hard phone hurt his palm, he must talk to this Xu Lin.