my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming turned the wiper to the maximum gear, and there were more and more cars on the road. They are located in the south of the city, and the terrain here is relatively low. Whenever there is a heavy rain, there will always be waterlogging. Now there is a lot of water on the road.Yang Yiming thought of the dilapidated house where Ding Zimu lived, and estimated that the situation would not be optimistic.

Yang Yiming asked: "Ding Zimu, is your house okay, will it be flooded?"

"..."

Yang Yiming waited for a few seconds and found that Ding Zimu did not respond, so he raised his voice and asked again, but Ding Zimu still did not respond.Yang Yiming took a moment to glance at Ding Zimu, and was so startled that he slammed on the brakes, and there was a sound of protesting car horns behind him.

"Ding Zimu!" ​​Yang Yiming shouted, turned on the right turn signal, and slowly moved the car to the side of the road.

Ding Zimu was awakened by this sound, he felt his eyes blur, and the child's figure quickly dissolved on the misty window glass of the car, and at the same time felt that the huge force that was still pressing on his body suddenly disappeared.As soon as the stranglehold on his throat disappeared, Ding Zimu immediately inhaled vigorously, trying to fill his lungs with every breath, and he even coughed because of too much force.

Yang Yiming saw Ding Zimu tremble as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and then he began to take a deep breath, and then he coughed and curled up into a ball.Yang Yiming didn't know what happened to Ding Zimu, only in that inadvertent glance, he saw Ding Zimu's eyes widened to the maximum, he couldn't hide his terrified look, his nostrils were swollen as if trying to breathe, but from his swollen Judging from his red face and slightly pale lips, this person should be in a state of hypoxia.Ding Zimu leaned against the back of the chair in a very stiff posture. Every joint in his body was stiff, and his body could be bent at right angles.

Like a puppet without a soul.

Yang Yiming freed his right hand to pat Ding Zimu's back vigorously, stepped on the brakes, and stopped the car by the side of the road.

"How are you?" Yang Yiming unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to support Ding Zimu's body.

Ding Zimu shook his hand, he was still coughing so hard that he couldn't lift his head, tears streaming down uncontrollably.Yang Yiming rolled down the car window a little to let the cool wind blow in, and the air in the car began to flow again. Ding Zimu was panting violently, but the color of his lips gradually recovered.

Yang Yiming pulled two tissues from the tissue box and stuffed them into Ding Zimu's hands. Ding Zimu straightened up after wiping his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Yiming looked into Ding Zimu's red eyes and asked.

"Teacher Yang..." Ding Zimu grabbed Yang Yiming's left wrist and clenched it so tightly that Yang Yiming felt pain. His voice trembled and he asked beggingly, "You said... I'm not schizophrenic?"

"No!" Yang Yiming shook his head firmly, "Ding Zimu, I don't know if you have had schizophrenia symptoms before, and I dare not say if you will suffer from schizophrenia in the future, but judging from the current situation, you must not. Schizophrenia."

"But, I saw him again."

"Who?"

"I don't know, I think I know him, I should be very familiar, but I can't remember, I just saw him in the car."

"You 'saw' him in the car?" Yang Yiming asked hesitantly, he put the accent on the word "saw", he needed Ding Zimu to have an accurate expression.

"I really saw it," Ding Zimu trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were scattered, but he still said word by word, "Although I don't know what happened, but I saw him."

"When did he get in the car?" Yang Yiming asked tentatively.

"No, he didn't get in the car, he just...appeared suddenly, no, it was me...I saw him all of a sudden, is that another hallucination?"

Yang Yiming breathed a long sigh of relief, Ding Zimu's sanity was very clear, and he was able to distinguish whether what he saw was real or an illusion.

"Ding Zimu, it's okay, don't be afraid. Just like you last time, it was just an illusion." Yang Yiming put his right hand around Ding Zimu's shoulder and hugged him tightly.Little by little, Ding Zimu let go of Yang Yiming's wrist, and said slowly, "Mr. Yang, I... must be abnormal."

This time, Yang Yiming didn't speak.

***

After Ding Zimu calmed down, Yang Yiming wanted to send him back to the orphanage.Ding Zimu said: "Forget it, I'd better go home, and Teacher Feng will be worried if he finds out."

"Aren't you going to the orphanage to get something?" Yang Yiming asked.

Ding Zimu shook his head and leaned back in the car seat wearily.

Yang Yiming started the car and drove in the direction of Ding Zimu's house. He was almost sure that something must have happened that Ding Zimu couldn't face. Without external stimuli, such a situation would not normally occur. Yang Yiming wanted to help him. .

The car slowly drove into the old city, and the water on the road was getting deeper and deeper. Yang Yiming didn't dare to lose his mind, and stared at the road with all his attention, lest he would drive into the deep water area if he didn't pay attention. The car stopped at the entrance of the alley where Ding Zimu lived.

Yang Yiming put out the fire and said to Ding Zimu, "I'll take you in."

Ding Zimu raised his head slowly, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet, he looked at Yang Yiming stupidly for a few seconds and then shook his head: "No need, Teacher Yang, I'll just go in by myself."

Yang Yiming didn't argue with him at all, he just got out of the car and took an umbrella from the trunk, opened it and stood beside the co-pilot.He opened the car door, tilted the umbrella slightly to block it, and said without hesitation: "Come out."

Ding Zimu sat there, looking up at Yang Yiming. This posture reminded Yang Yiming of the scene at the entrance of the amusement park, but now Ding Zimu looked particularly fragile, not like the one who beat someone but the one who was beaten.

Yang Yiming raised his chin at Ding Zimu, and Ding Zimu slowly got out of the car and stood under the umbrella.

"Let's go." Yang Yiming said simply, and grabbed Ding Zimu, who staggered and walked in.The alleys get narrower and more desolate as you go.Yang Yiming looked at the small yard that had been demolished to only a piece of rubble, with weeds and moss growing. He felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't imagine how to live in such a place.

"Here we are," Ding Zimu stopped in front of a small door and whispered, "Teacher Yang, please go back, I can do it by myself."

Yang Yiming stood there unmoved, and after a stalemate for a while, Ding Zimu took out the key helplessly and opened the courtyard door.The ground could no longer be seen in the small yard, it was all covered with a layer of mud, with two bricks thrown in the middle for a foothold, and the air was filled with a foul smell.The door of the house is closed, but it is estimated that a lot of mud has already flowed in through the crack of the door.

"What's going on?" Yang Yiming dragged Ding Zimu to prevent him from going in.

"The sewer was blocked a few days ago, and the sewage was poured in. I contacted the landlord and the neighborhood committee, but they didn't care."

Yang Yiming knew that this must be another new tactic to force people to move out. Cut off the water, electricity, and cable, and if it doesn't work, block the sewer. Anyway, there is always one that can make you stay.

"Where did you live last night?" Yang Yiming asked.

"Welfare home." Ding Zimu replied honestly.

"Where are you going to live today?"

"Fu... welfare home."

"Let's go." Yang Yiming kicked the courtyard door shut, and dragged Ding Zimu to the entrance of the alley, "There's no way to live here, you can stay at my house tonight, and we'll talk about it later."

Ding Zimu opened his mouth to refuse, but was interrupted by Yang Yiming: "I don't want money or sex, let alone sell you, what are you worried about?"

So Ding Zimu obediently closed his mouth and remained silent.

***

Yang Yiming's home is on the other side of the city, surrounded by tall buildings.

Ding Zimu stood at the door, stunned for a long time, and asked in a murmur, "Mr. Yang, this is... your house?"

"That's right," Yang Yiming casually threw the key on the porch, "How's it going, isn't it great?"

"En." Ding Zimu didn't know how to answer, so he nodded vaguely.In all fairness, the house is still good.This residential area on the North Third Ring Road was newly built a few years ago. The house types and interior and exterior decoration are good. If it is an ordinary residence, it should be very comfortable.But Yang Yiming used this house to open a psychological consultation room, and the living room became a reception room. Apart from a set of sofas and a bookshelf full of various magazines, comics, and campus youth novels, there was only a water dispenser in the room. , empty, with a business-like, unfamiliar and cold look.

"Spacious." Yang Yiming shrugged, "You can skip rope."

"You... still read this?" Ding Zimu asked, pointing to a row of books on the bookshelf, "Secretary who trained my little wild cat" was printed on the spine.

"My patients are between 13 and 18 years old." Yang Yiming said, "They still watch "My Little Fox Fairy and My Concubine". Do you want to watch it?"

Ding Zimu took a step back subconsciously, away from the bookshelf, as if he was afraid of being picked up by a little wild cat or a little vixen, and devoured him alive.

"Come here, I'll find you some clothes." Yang Yiming took Ding Zimu to the master bedroom, and Ding Zimu followed two steps and stopped at the door of the bedroom.

"It's okay, come in, it's not so particular." Yang Yiming said with a smile, "You should be mentally prepared, I'm a single man, the situation in the room will not be too optimistic."

Ding Zimu was a little nervous, he smiled and followed in.

Yang Yiming said "not too optimistic" is too "optimistic". This room is almost the same as the ruins after the disaster.The quilt was not folded, the clothes were thrown on the bed, there were water glasses and various books and materials on the floor... Ding Zimu looked around and said, "Mr. Yang...you... really love reading."

Yang Yiming's face turned slightly red.With his chest up and his head up, he pretended to be flattered and went to the closet, opened the closet door and thought for a while, it seemed that Yang Shuangming had just come to help him tidy it up two days ago, so he opened the closet door with all his courage , Fortunately, the clothes inside did not fall out.

"Here, let's change it first, your body is almost wet." Yang Yiming handed over a pair of home clothes, "Don't dislike the ones that have been washed."

Ding Zimu took the clothes and stood there without moving.

"Go," Yang Yiming pointed to the bathroom in the master bedroom, and said, "It's still quite clean inside."

"I didn't mean that..." Ding Zimu swallowed the rest of the sentence, took his clothes and went to the bathroom.

Yang Yiming watched the bathroom door close, and then quickly started tidying up the bed and desk in a rough shape within 1 minute.

When he stuffed a stack of books into the bookcase, a book by Olbert suddenly flashed into his sight, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and Yang Yiming was stunned.

***

Ding Zimu changed into clothes in the bathroom. It was a rather old home clothes, but because of the oldness, the fabric felt very soft, and it felt very gentle and homely when rubbed against the skin.This feeling has always been what he longed for, and he never got it when he was a child. When he was in the orphanage, he could only experience this feeling when he was with Teacher Feng. Unfortunately, Teacher Feng did not belong to him alone.

Now, as he stroked the old clothes, he suddenly felt the most ordinary but also the warmest feeling of home.

Ding Zimu looked up at the mirror in the bathroom, and felt that the person inside was very strange. He knew that there must be something wrong with him, even if it wasn't schizophrenia, it was a similar problem.

Ding Zimu is very desperate. He can endure poverty, hardship, and even death. After all, compared to his childhood life, living freely under the sun is a very happy thing.He wants to slowly build his own life. This process is like building a house. It will be slow and hard, but he can control himself freely and will not be bullied and abused.He believed that for the rest of his life, at least he would be safe.

However, he never thought that he would go crazy one day!

He has seen what a lunatic looks like. When he lived "over there", his neighbor was a lunatic. He looked like he was 40 years old in his 60s. This disgusting and unbearable scene is almost horrifying to recall.

Ding Zimu turned on the faucet and poured a handful of cold water on his face. He raised his head and stared at the person in the mirror.Very young but very embarrassed, his eyes were a little flustered, his face was pale, and he was panicked like a bereaved dog.

A life like a mad dog is not what he wants, he would rather die.