my boyfriend is too random

It was getting dark, Yang Yiming held Ding Zimu's hands clasped around his waist, and rubbed Ding Zimu's head on his shoulder sideways: "How is it?"

"Not so good!" Ding Zimu chuckled lightly, with a little regret, "Mr. Yang, I'm really a person who can't speak, and I told people to run away with a few words."

"What did you say?"

"I said I was going to replace him."

Yang Yiming sighed, turned around and looked at Ding Zimu, the doorway was very dark, but he could see Ding Zimu's eyes sparkling from the street lights on the side of the street: "Ermu, why can't you speak?" , you are simply owed."

Ding Zimu also sighed.

Yang Yiming: "But it's very good of you to be like this, really, those hypocritical courtesies are unnecessary."

Yang Yiming put his forehead on Ding Zimu's and said, "Don't forget, he is your future, or in other words, he is your present."

"Do you mean that I have already done what he did?" Ding Zimu said pleasantly.

Yang Yiming shook his head: "Selfishly speaking, I think you are better than him because you are more rational than him. But Ermu, you have to understand that you haven't encountered any real troubles yet, only when you face real troubles. Only when you are in trouble can you tell whether you have really become stronger."

Ding Zimu nodded: "I will not give him any chance to ruin my life."

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu, no one said that name, but they all knew who that person was.

Ding Zimu: "Can I still see Da Ding?"

Yang Yiming: "I have a feeling that he will definitely come again. I hope that by then, you can become a better 'Ding Zimu'."

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I will become an excellent Ding Zimu."

"I really want to kiss you." Yang Yiming sighed.

"Just want to eat enough?" Ding Zimu put his arms around Yang Yiming's neck and blocked his lips.

Behind Yang Yiming are pedestrians, busy streets and rows of lit street lights.But Ding Zimu didn't care, he hugged Yang Yiming tightly and kissed him seriously.

Yang Yiming thought: This is great, I really love him.

***

A few days later, Yang Yiming received even better news—Ding Kuiqiang was caught stealing a battery car.

Liu Guoqiang said: "Ding Zimu's case has been on my mind for so many years. If you find any evidence... This is a serious case. The prosecution period can be 15 years. If it is submitted to the Supreme People's Procuratorate for approval, it can even be prosecuted for life."

"15 years?" Yang Yiming suddenly became nervous, "Is it possible within 15 years?"

"You can even file a lawsuit first, and then investigate. At least we have victims, and some of the physical evidence that was surveyed back then is still there. Although it is not direct evidence, it can also be used."

Yang Yiming hung up the phone, the word "15 years" was rumbling in his head. It has been 14 years since that incident. To be precise, it will be 15 years in six months. Six months, What can I do?

Or, whether to prosecute, whether to let Ding Zimu bring out the unbearable past in full view, retell it bit by bit, check it over and over again, and confront each other... Let the criminal be punished by law They deserve what they deserve, but how can the victim be eliminated again and again in this process?

Yang Yiming struggled for a while.Holding his cell phone, he sat in front of the computer in a daze: Ding Zimu is in very good condition now, and Xu Lin can already face the reality, but if the lawsuit is resumed, Ding Zimu will have to face unimaginable pressure and pain. At that time, will Ding fly into a rage?Will Xu Lin become Ding Zimu's Achilles' heel again? Will Brother Zheng suppress Ding Zimu forcefully, just like he once trapped Ermu in that small yard.

If you want to get rid of Ding Kuiqiang without pursuing the lawsuit, the result can only be...

Yang Yiming made his choice without much effort.

After work, Yang Yiming went home and told Ding Zimu the good news of Ding Kuiqiang's sentence. Ding Zimu was making coffee at home. Yang Yiming thought that Ding Zimu would jump for joy, but his hand holding the grinder just paused, and then continued to relax. Grinding the coffee beans in a circle without slowing down, he asked lightly, "How long have you been sentenced?"

"Five months."

Ding Zimu: "Five months, I think it will be even more troublesome when he comes out...Hey, Teacher Yang, are you still drinking latte today?"

Yang Yiming asked amusedly: "Student Ding, this is good news, why aren't you excited at all?"

"I can still be excited if he is sentenced to death. If there is only five months, what is there to be excited about? Five months? This little time is only enough for me to develop a few new desserts."

Yang Yiming stood by the door holding his mobile phone and felt like an idiot.

Ding Zimu: "Why are you standing by the door?"

Yang Yiming: "Reflect."

"Reflect on what?"

"I feel very stupid, very petty, and very cowardly."

Ding Zimu smiled: "I understand, 'Yang Sansheng'."

Yang Yiming: "Ermu, do you find it strange?"

Ding Zimu stopped what he was doing, hesitated, and said: "Yes. According to Ding Kuiqiang's virtue, he will definitely search for it from me first, and then he will steal it when he can't help but drive me to death. But look now, He would rather go to the orphanage, go pickpocket and get caught than come to me, which is so weird."

Yang Yiming: "Then what do you think is the reason?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it must not be Ding Kuiqiang's conscience. I think someone must have put pressure on him. Could it be Captain Liu?"

Yang Yiming: "He's wearing an official uniform, so he can't do certain things. Captain Liu must be responsible for Ding Kuiqiang's arrest, but it's probably not Captain Liu who put pressure on him."

Ding Zimu took the towel to wipe his hands, walked up to Yang Yiming and said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, I guessed someone, but will you be angry if I tell you?"

Yang Yiming: "Say."

Ding Zimu: "I don't know many people. Except for you and the people in the orphanage, it is Brother Yuan. If it is not Captain Liu, then it must be Brother Yuan. Brother Yuan once told me that the reason why he is here It is because he fought from the street to the end of the street and subdued all the people in the street. So I think he may have gone to Ding Kuiqiang and beat him up."

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Ermu, how many books on my bookshelf outside have you read?"

Ding Zimu: "Just your "My Sexy Little Cat Secretary" and the like? I don't want to read it!"

"No way, why do I think you haven't watched less, or else your head is full of Jack Su's second stroke."

Ding Zimu pulled his face: "Mr. Yang, why do you say that!"

"Because what you said is too Jack Su." Yang Yiming laughed and pulled Ding Zimu into his arms and hugged him, rubbed his hair and kissed him on the forehead, "Ermu, according to Yuan Qiao's personality, if He really did it, and he has already claimed credit in front of you. Do you know why I am always on guard against him? He is the kind of person who never knows how to stop. Unless he is not interested in something he likes, he will Never give up."

Ding Zimu stammered, "Yang, Yang, Teacher Yang, what do you mean..."

"I mean he actually can't let you go, he puts you by his side and pretends to be a good boss and a good employee, but in fact he doesn't care about the boss's position for you. In my opinion, he is just changing So if he really did this, he will definitely tell you. Besides, if he is really a gangster, it is impossible for him to be quiet for such a long time. I have to check every three to five times."

Ding Zimu curled his lips and didn't speak.

"Yuan Qiao said that he fought from the street to the end of the street. I believe that he is alone, has no background and no relatives and friends. Being able to open a shop and do business on this street must have eliminated a lot of troubles. Some may use fists, and some may use fists. Money, so it's not surprising that he recognizes some powerful people in this area. But don't forget, Ding Kuiqiang is also a hooligan, and a hooligan who has no bottom line. Got him. The most important point is that although Ding Kuiqiang didn't directly trouble you, but he appeared near us, which means that he has been staring at us all the time, and he didn't mean 'fear' at all, he was just waiting for the opportunity. "

"Then what does he want?"

Yang Yiming said slowly: "I think he is watching and waiting."

Ding Zimu: "What are you observing?"

Yang Yiming: "From the very beginning, he believed that there was some ulterior relationship between the two of us. Do you remember this?"

Ding Zimu nodded: "It was because of this big Ding that he fought with him... You mean he was observing, waiting to catch our evidence and then..."

Yang Yiming: "He was beaten badly by Da Ding, and he also went to the orphanage to confirm, so he knows very well that he can't extract any profit from you, he can only work hard on me. He hangs around this area all day long It’s not necessarily staring at you, nine out of ten it’s coming for me. It’s a pity that it’s winter vacation, and I’m an otaku who doesn’t go out easily, so he can only guard.”

Ding Zimu was in a hurry: "Then what should we do?" He frowned, and the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed. He stared into Yang Yiming's eyes, worried and anxious.

Yang Yiming smiled: "I think of a sentence. The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death."

Ding Zimu clicked his tongue: "Teacher Yang, is it time to joke now?"

"Of course not." Yang Yiming said calmly: "Ermu, I didn't tell you my speculation to make you anxious."

"But I can't help but worry, you are not me, you are different from me."

"What's the difference?"

"I have no relatives or friends. Even if Ding Kuiqiang goes to the sky and writes about me in big-character posters and puts them on the People's Square, I won't feel any pressure. At most, I will find a bakery job after the turmoil calms down. But You have so many social connections, you have a job..."

Yang Yiming knocked Ding Zimu's forehead hard with his fingers: "Try again that you have no relatives or friends?"

"I……"

Yang Yiming stuck to Ding Zimu and kissed him gently for a while, then said, "Don't worry."

Ding Zimu panted a little anxiously, but he did calm down.

"What do you think the method he used to threaten me? It's nothing more than saying that I robbed the civilian man. What kind of influence can it have? My sister and mother are afraid of this? Don't be funny! For me, the most is Lost my job. You also know that there is not much difference between my current job and not doing it. Besides, didn’t you always want to be a financial supporter to support me? I’ll give you a chance. "

Ding Zimu raised his head, and said very seriously: "Mr. Yang, you are taking the bottom line, are you really not afraid?"

Yang Yiming smiled: "To tell the truth, I'm just an otaku. What I'm most afraid of is trouble. If this matter really gets to that point, it will be too much trouble. But if I can get rid of that old bastard Ding Kuiqiang once and for all, I will I don't mind going to the trouble. If he can be charged with extortion, he will probably die in prison. Even if he can't, let him know that he won't get a penny from us, no matter what method he uses. "

Ding Zimu frowned tightly and said nothing.

Yang Yiming: "Look, Ermu, the reason why I told you all my conjectures is to let you not worry. Believe me, I really don't worry about what he can do. In comparison, I am more I'm worried that Da Ding will explode. You'd better cheer up and take care of yourself, and don't let Da Ding and Ding Kuiqiang collide again."

Ding Zimu was silent for a while, looked at Yang Yiming and smiled: "Mr. Yang, you still said that I am a second-year Jack Su, I think you are more Su... Well, I will listen to you."

***

Ding Zimu said he listened to Yang Yiming, but he lied.He has his plans, and he doesn't want to tell Yang Yiming.Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming and secretly swore in his heart that this must be the last time he lied in front of Yang Yiming in his life.

Yang Yiming also has his own plans. Ding Kuiqiang will be imprisoned for five months. Professor Friedman has time in June. If everything goes well, he will take Ding Zimu to the United States in June and stay at least one and a half months. With this After half a month of observation and treatment, Ding Zimu can be transferred to the name of a professor in name, without the restrictions of professional rules, homosexuality alone has no influence at all.

So on a Friday, Yang Yiming and Yuan Qiao took half a day off and dragged Ding Zimu to apply for a passport.When he came out of the lobby of the Public Security Bureau, Ding Zimu said: "I never thought that I could have a passport. I always thought that I could have a household registration book and an ID card. To be honest, I didn't even think about a marriage certificate." .”

Yang Yiming: "You don't have to think about the marriage certificate in the future."

Ding Zimu said seriously: "I want to get a driver's license, and I can pick you up to and from get off work in the future."

Yang Yiming stood still and said in surprise, "Huh? Pick me up?"

"That's right," Ding Zimu said triumphantly, "I will open a cake shop in the future, just like Brother Yuan, and hire a few people. I will be mainly responsible for designing new products, and let them do the rest, so I have plenty of time. Now, I can take you to and from get off work."

Yang Yiming said with a smile: "Why do I need you to pick me up when I can drive myself?"

Ding Zimu: "That's right... hey, I don't know, I just want to pick you up all of a sudden, and I feel like driving a car and waiting at the gate of your school every day, watching you walk out of it... It should feel pretty good, like a Qualified patron."

Yang Yiming laughed and cursed: "Little bastard."

The two of them walked back talking and laughing, and they talked about Brother Zheng.Yang Yiming said: "I don't think Brother Zheng has affected you much recently."

Ding Zimu thought for a while: "It's true, he hasn't come out in the past month. I guess it's because we are doing well, so he is relieved." Speaking of this, he was silent for a while, and then continued: " In fact, whether it’s Da Ding or Brother Zheng, they usually show up when I’m in trouble, and I’ve been doing so well recently that they all stopped coming.”

"It's a good thing."

Ding Zimu suddenly stopped, and said seriously: "If my life is not going well, Da Ding and the others will come out again?"

"That's not necessarily true. In the final analysis, they are just projections of your current real life. Reality may stimulate them to appear, but it also depends on your state at the time... In short, this matter is quite complicated. At present, the psychology world is helpless on how to stimulate sub-personality , so hypnosis is somewhat useful.”

"You hypnotized me before."

"Hey, isn't that just one time? Later, I tried again and all ended in failure."

Ding Zimu: "That is to say, I can only passively wait for Da Ding or Xu Lin to come to me. It is impossible for me to take the initiative to find them."

Yang Yiming stopped and asked suspiciously, "Why do you want to find them?"

"No," Ding Zimu said with a smile, "Isn't this the end of the chat? This is a purely academic discussion. I didn't want to find them. I want to spend the rest of my life like a normal person. If possible, I hope They don't come again."

Yang Yiming was a little puzzled, but considering that Ding Zimu had been chewing on his professional books from the first day he lived in the house, it was probably normal for him to be interested in these issues.

***

Although it was the weekend, Ding Zimu had to go to work the next day, and Yang Yiming was in a hurry to catch up with a lesson preparation plan that should have been handed in last week.He was busy talking all night, and finally finished writing everything that should be written. He watched the printer spit out proposals that were far more meaningful in form than in reality, and complained to Ding Zimu at the same time.

Ding Zimu was lying on the bed reading, and gave Yang Yiming half of his ear.

"Ermu, did you listen to me?"

"I didn't hear much." Ding Zimu said honestly.

Yang Yiming: "..."

Ding Zimu put down the book in his hand: "Mr. Yang, I heard you rambling about writing a lesson plan two weeks ago, but you actually waited until today to write it. I really admire you."

Yang Yiming rolled his eyes: "Did you do your homework every day when you were studying? Who is rushing to rush before the death line?"

Ding Zimu: "Then how can I finish writing? Of course, I should write every day. Besides, even if I have to catch up with my homework, I must finish it early to be sure... How do you usually teach students?"

Yang Yiming got angry and threw a cushion on the chair over: "Shut up!"

Ding Zimu laughed, turned over and yawned holding the cushion: "I'm so sleepy, Mr. Yang, have you finished?"

Yang Yiming said while packing his things: "I told you to go to bed first and you insisted on staying with me instead of letting me write in the study. Take a look, what if you don't get up tomorrow morning?"

"You can get up, and if you can't get up, you are responsible for asking Brother Yuan for leave." Ding Zimu rubbed his eyes and shrank into the quilt.

"You're used to it!" Yang Yiming scolded with a smile.

After turning off the light, Ding Zimu rustled and approached Yang Yiming, and put his hands on Yang Yiming's abdomen. He could feel the warmth and softness, so soft that one couldn't help but want to press it hard.Ding Zimu exerted a little force subconsciously, his palm slid along Yang Yiming's abdomen to his side waist, and grabbed it hard.

Yang Yiming hugged Ding Zimu and kissed him on the top of his head: "Today is too late, tomorrow."

"No, that's not what I meant." Ding Zimu muttered in a low voice, but one hand got dishonestly into Yang Yiming's lapel.

Yang Yiming turned over and asked with a chuckle, "How about I call Yuan Qiao right now?"

"No need." Ding Zimu rubbed his nose and took a deep breath, "I really didn't mean that."

Yang Yiming slapped Ding Zimu's hand: "You don't mean that, you fumble around, and if you touch the fire, do you manage to put it out?"

Ding Zimu snorted, but he didn't take his hand back. He still placed it on Yang Yiming's abdomen, and muttered, "Is it on fire?"

"Hurry up!" Yang Yiming turned over and hugged Ding Zimu into his arms, snoring the back of his head and said, "Go to sleep, you only have five hours of sleep."

"Then you... like this?" Ding Zimu gently poked Yang Yiming's slightly bulging part.

Yang Yiming hissed and took a deep breath: "Don't do it." He hugged Ding Zimu tightly and rubbed against him, "Ermu, if you want to come, I really have no objection, I don't care. But let's forget about it today, If the two of us do it in this state, I'm afraid that you will die or I will die in a while. Or...you can kiss me. "

When Yang Yiming said "kiss me", his voice was slightly nasal, and his voice was low, naturally begging.Ding Zimu felt an itchy and tingling feeling along his ear canal and swept across his whole body in an instant. He couldn't help but hugged Yang Yiming tightly, rolled over and pressed him down, and kissed him hard.

Yang Yiming didn't expect his words to attract such a violent reaction. While he was busy hugging Ding Zimu to prevent him from rolling off his body, he stuck out the tip of his tongue to entangle with Ding Zimu, his head was buzzing like a busy nose. Panting almost into a bellows, for a moment he was so busy that he lost all emotion.

After a while, Ding Zimu left Yang Yiming's lips, collected himself, and said shyly, "I'm sorry..."

"What's there to be sorry about?" Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's buttocks, "I'm so happy, this shows that I haven't faded away, and I'm still attractive to you."

"Yes." Ding Zimu bowed his head and kissed again, "I love you."

"I love you too." Yang Yiming turned slightly, letting Ding Zimu slide off his body, "But no matter how much you love, you have to go to sleep, otherwise you will be scolded by Yuan Qiao tomorrow. I am worried that you will treat salt as salt tomorrow." Throw sugar in."

Ding Zimu rubbed Yang Yiming's body for a while, not only was there no wildfire raging in his heart, but miraculously there was only warmth and peace left in his heart.In this kind of warmth and peace, Ding Zimu closed his eyes, wondering if I should try it?

Try it, try it, what if it works?