my boyfriend is too random

When Yang Yiming came out of the restaurant, he was blinded by the sunshine at the end of September. He stood in the shadow of the door for a few seconds before walking to the parking lot.As he walked, he smiled wryly.

The girl is good, and she is too "nice", with a monthly income of 30, a house and a car, and an Infiniti of 28. The first sentence she came up with was "I am [-] this year, and I want to have a serious relationship and get married." .

There is nothing wrong with this, but Yang Yiming started to have a headache when he heard it. He was most afraid of talking about marriage.As a standard bisexual, he has always been very clear that he has the opportunity to return to mainstream society and live a normal life in the eyes of ordinary people.He can avoid the pickiness and accusations of various social and moral opinions, and he can also take his partner in and out of various social places calmly.This kind of "normal" life in the eyes of ordinary people gives people a sense of security and belonging, so he is actually very willing to meet a caring girl and walk into the palace of marriage or the grave with her.

But...Yang Yiming put his sunglasses on his face and took a long breath. It's a pity that he never met such a person.

I am an otaku, I don't have a big social circle, I am not funny or humorous, I am a scumbag in sports, and I am a scumbag in terms of making money.To put it nicely, I have a career by listing myself to see a doctor, but to put it bluntly, I am just like a wandering doctor who only loses money and does not make money.The hardest of all external conditions is "job stability", but many girls lose interest when they hear that they are mixed education.The man who makes a living in education is poor, busy, and has various occupational diseases of mother-in-law and mother. Even if there is a winter and summer vacation, he can't be expected to be a housekeeper to take care of the children... So he is afraid of getting married, afraid that after marriage, he will not be able to give a woman what she wants Life.

The girl talked with her for less than an hour, and left before finishing the soup. The meal was extremely disgusting.

Yang Yiming lazily opened the door of his 10,000+ small Sagitar and got in, texting his sister

"It's over." Two words succinctly summed up the entire blind date dinner today.

This meal was very unpleasant, Yang Yiming especially missed the "pleasing to the eye" meal with Ding Zimu the day before yesterday at this time, the beauty and delicacies can be eaten, it is really a great joy in life.

He drove the car out of the parking lot, hesitated for a while, and then drove towards the orphanage. He planned to design his own office, and thought about how to decorate it to achieve the desired effect within the budget.

The children in the orphanage were taking a nap, the corridor was quiet, the door of his office was wide open, and Ding Zimu was standing in the middle of the room.

Yang Yiming didn't make a sound, just stood at the door and looked at Ding Zimu's back.

The back was no longer straight and stretched, and the slightly hunched shoulders revealed an air of despair, decadence and depression.

***

Ding Zimu stood in a large area of ​​sunlight, the sun was so strong that his bare arms ached slightly from the sun.He couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't dare to close them. He always felt that as long as he closed his eyes, he could see the figure of the child.He knew it was a hallucination, and he told himself over and over again in his heart that that person did not exist, it was fake, but that figure was so familiar, as if he had been with him for a long time, so familiar that it was almost real.He saw that figure walking through a large room, opening one after another cabinet door and dragging out a thick file folder, and then flipping through it quickly.

That was the old archive room. For some reason, Ding Zimu was very sure that the child was looking for information in this old archive room.

"Why would I know?" Ding Zimu fell into deep thought as he looked at the archive room that had been emptied by himself.The day before yesterday, he collapsed in front of the cabinet, and it took him a long time to wake up from the trance, climbed into bed unsteadily, and slept in a messy night wrapped in a dirty quilt.After being woken up by the sun the next day, he felt a little dazed all the time, so he went to work with all his energy. At the end of the day, he either brought the wrong things to the customers or gave the wrong money. He said "I'm sorry" a lot all over.He woke up early this morning and ran to the orphanage, racking his brains in the empty old file room, wondering who that child was.

"Ding Zimu." Yang Yiming finally couldn't help it, and called out softly.

Ding Zimu was startled, his eyes widened when he turned around.

"What?" Yang Yiming asked lazily, leaning against the door frame.

"I..." Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to explain.

"Basking in the sun?"

"what……"

"Then let's dry it together." Yang Yiming lazily walked to Ding Zimu's side and sat down.

The terrazzo floor was wiped clean, and there were still water stains on the corner of the wall. Ding Zimu should have been wiped.

Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment, then sat down too.In the afternoon sun, the two of them sat on the cool floor in a daze.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said slowly, "I feel...a little silly."

"Where are you stupid?"

"It's not stupid... I just think it's not suitable for two old men to do this."

Yang Yiming laughed, stretched his waist and said, "I just had a very tiring meal, and now I want to find a place to bask in the sun and use the sun to soothe my wounded soul. What about you?"

Ding Zimu lowered his head, staring at his knees without speaking.

Yang Yiming didn't seem to notice Ding Zimu's silence, he said to himself: "I tell you, it's most comfortable to eat a full meal and bask in the sun. The blood is digested in the stomach for you, so the brain is groggy, and there is nothing to worry about. Don't think about it, it's the most relaxing. If there is more sunshine at this time, you can fall asleep comfortably."

"Are you sleepy?" Ding Zimu said seriously, "I'll go to the dormitory to help you with the quilt, so you can take a nap on the sofa."

Yang Yiming turned his face to look at Ding Zimu's serious expression: "Didn't you hear what I said just now that I had a particularly tiring meal at noon? I'm half full now, and the sun is just for photosynthesis and to satisfy my hunger." .”

"Do you want to eat cake?" Ding Zimu suddenly regained his energy. He sat up straight and stared at Yang Yiming with wide eyes. "The cafeteria is empty right now."

"Eat!" Yang Yiming also sat up straight and said almost reflexively.

***

Ding Zimu made chiffon cake this time, and Yang Yiming was looking forward to it.Chiffon cake is "CHIFFONCAKE" in English, and CHIFFON means "chiffon silk". This kind of cake tastes delicate and soft like silk, and has always been one of Yang Yiming's favorites.However, chiffon cakes have high requirements on oven temperature, whipped protein, sugar dissolution, and mixing techniques. If you don’t pay attention, you will fail. Yang Yiming doesn’t know why Ding Zimu made this cake instead of a simpler muffin Cake, but as the saying goes, "cannibals have short mouths", Yang Yiming shut his mouth and sat on the side waiting obediently.

Ding Zimu didn't do it very well, and even poured out the egg whites and made a new one because the temperature of the eggs was wrong.When the cake came out of the oven, he looked at it with a frown, and reluctantly passed the cake over: "It's broken, but it's edible."

Yang Yiming took a sip, it was a bit sticky, the taste was not soft enough, there was a slight hardening, and the small particles stuck in the mouth one by one, not so hard to swallow, but it was not very comfortable.

Cakes can reflect a person's state of mind. Yang Yiming remembers that the cheesecake he ate last time felt like home, but the chiffon this time made people feel depressed.

Yang Yiming finished the cake in two mouthfuls, watched Ding Zimu put away the oven mold, and suddenly asked, "Would you like to tell me?"

Ding Zimu's hand that was wiping the bowl paused for a moment.

Yang Yiming could only see his profile.The slightly long hair curtain hangs down, covering most of the forehead, and the hair hangs over the eyelashes, trembling slightly with the frequency of panic and struggle.

"In terms of psychological counseling, I am not an expert, but at least I am a professional." Yang Yiming said.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu put down the bowl in his hand and slowly raised his head, "I don't think... I have a mental problem."

Yang Yiming raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

"I...maybe...spiritual...spiritual problems." Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming fixedly, his eyes gradually filled with fear, he blinked quickly, then lowered his head again .With no bowl in hand, he wrung the damp dishcloth tightly.

"Did you kill someone?" Yang Yiming asked.

"Ah?" Ding Zimu suddenly raised his head, thinking that he might have an auditory hallucination after the visual hallucination.

"'Acute transient mental disorder' is very popular these days." Yang Yiming shrugged, "Generally, people who hit people with a car or stab people with a knife will get this disease."

Yang Yiming smiled: "Mr. Yang, where do you want to go!"

With his chuckle, the air that was almost frozen just now started to flow again, and Ding Zimu's blank eyes had light and shadow again.

"Young man, mental illness is not so easy to get." Yang Yiming wiped his mouth and stood up and said, "Clean up quickly, let's go upstairs and talk about mental illness, and talk about mental illness underground. If you are not sick, you have to say that you are sick."

Ding Zimu nodded, packed his things quickly, and followed Yang Yiming out.Walking up the dark and narrow stairs step by step, the light is getting brighter and the space is getting bigger and bigger.Ding Zimu felt that there seemed to be a crack in the layer of soil that had been firmly pressed on his heart. He thought, Teacher Yang is really "professional", it is simply amazing.

"Go to two cups of tea." Yang Yiming directed Ding Zimu while climbing the stairs.

Ding Zimu obediently turned to the meeting room to get two teacups.

"Come on, let's talk!" Yang Yiming pulled off the sofa cushion and threw it on the ground to sit on. At the same time, he pouted at Ding Zimu, signaling him to sit down too.

Ding Zimu sat on another sofa cushion without hesitation, and the two stretched their legs comfortably.

"Tell me, why do you think you have mental problems?" Yang Yiming asked.

Ding Zimu was stunned by this unadorned and skillful question, but his heart settled down, yes, why?