my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming stared at the book in a daze. He felt his heart was pounding, his ears seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and all the sounds from the outside world could not be heard clearly. He could only hear a voice echoing in his heart. Repeatedly saying, "Find a case and write a good paper, and there is still a certainty that it will be published in a publication above the provincial level." Zhou Pei told him this sentence. When he took over the orphanage, it was largely a shock. I went with this sentence.Although he didn't imagine that he could find a case that would make him a blockbuster, but he did hope that a "classic case" would appear.

Now, the opportunity has come, and it may even be better than he hoped.

Yang Yiming closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.Although it is still unclear what happened to Ding Zimu, his changeable personality, short-term amnesia, memory confusion... these are very typical and representative.This kind of case is rare for a psychological counselor or psychiatrist.Yang Yiming looked at the closed door of the bathroom, and his brain was spinning rapidly: he must keep Ding Zimu by his side, only in this way can he collect first-hand information.And Ding Zimu's current state provides him with a very good opportunity, he can use many fair reasons to keep him by his side-in fact, Ding Zimu really needs his help.

Yang Yiming calmed down his emotions, knocked on the bathroom door, and said in a relaxed and happy voice: "Student Ding Zimu, do you want to spread branches and leaves in the bathroom? It's damp in there, only mushrooms can grow."

A few seconds later, Ding Zimu opened the bathroom door, his face was still pale, but he was much calmer.

"Why didn't you take a shower?" Yang Yiming asked.

"I... don't have a towel."

"Oh, I forgot." Yang Yiming slapped his forehead, "You wait in the house, I'll go downstairs and buy you a set, there's a 7-11 downstairs." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly waited for Ding Zimu to refuse. ran out.Soon, he ran back with a set of washing tools, and when he opened the door, he saw Ding Zimu standing in the middle of the living room.

The living room was empty, as if there was a raging autumn wind everywhere, and he just stood there helplessly until he was swept away by some wind.Ding Zimu's appearance made Yang Yiming's heart tighten. He put down the plastic bag in his hand and walked to Ding Zimu's side in two steps and asked, "It's so cold in the living room, why don't you stay in the bedroom? Also, why are you standing and not sitting on the sofa?" ?”

Ding Zimu grinned and forced a smile.Yang Yiming could tell that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Yiming gently pushed Ding Zimu's back, and led him back to the bedroom. Ding Zimu followed closely, his pace was a little fast, as if something was chasing him behind him, and Yang Yiming also quickened his pace.But Yang Yiming didn't mind, he knew it was just a manifestation of Ding Zimu's lack of security.Ding Zimu's mentality is very fragile now, and any external unstable factors may stimulate him. In this strange environment, only he is familiar with it, so it is normal for him to follow him every step of the way.

Ding Zimu went to the bathroom with the washing tools, and came out wet after a while.Yang Yiming was turning over the quilt from the bed box, when he heard the noise, he looked up and was stunned.

Probably because of the steam, Ding Zimu's face finally turned rosy, and the wet hair and eyelashes refracted the light, giving off a beautiful halo.

Yang Yiming knew that Ding Zimu was handsome, but as he told Yang Shuangming, there were so many handsome people, his heart would still be in atrial fibrillation if he looked at Hu Ge.Therefore, Ding Zimu's handsomeness is only limited to seductive eyes and pleasant mind.But now, looking at Ding Zimu in his old clothes, Yang Yiming suddenly had a very strange feeling, not throbbing, not love at first sight, but a calm and quiet feeling, just like eating together that day.

It seems that this person, wearing such clothes, should appear in this room with such a posture.

Ding Zimu was actually very cramped. He tugged at his clothes uncomfortably and said, "Mr. Yang, Ma... sorry for your trouble."

Yang Yiming came to his senses in an instant. He nodded and said in a brisk tone: "It's no use just talking, hurry up and get to work. Help me lift the bed board, and I'll get the quilt."

Ding Zimu went over to help, but Yang Yiming took a long time to pull out a quilt from inside.He stuffed the quilt into Ding Zimu's arms, and led him to the next door: "There is a guest room here, and occasionally my niece will come to live in it, it's quite clean, you make do with it first."

Ding Zimu was a little dazed when standing in the middle of the guest room. He had dreamed of living in such a house since he was a child: there is a bathroom and a kitchen, heating in winter and air conditioning in summer. Living in such an environment is safe, and no one will climb over the wall in the middle of the night , and there will be no one fighting and cursing next door.More than twenty years have passed, and Ding Zimu was even a little terrified that he actually lived in such a house in such a chaotic situation.

Yang Yiming said: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep now; if you are not sleepy, you can talk to me."

Ding Zimu didn't say a word, Yang Yiming waited patiently, he was ready to be rejected, because no one can sit down and "chat" calmly after such a tiring day both physically and mentally. "of.

However, Ding Zimu put down the quilt, turned around and said, "Mr. Yang, I want to chat with you."

Yang Yiming thinks this kid is quite strong.

*******

Yang Yiming did not take Ding Zimu to the consulting room next door, but took him back to the master bedroom.Although the bedroom is messy, it has a warm and casual feel. Such an environment is easy to relax, and it is easier for people to speak the truth only in a relaxed state.

"You can sit wherever is clean, and if you think it's cold, you can sit on the bed." Yang Yiming said casually, "I'll boil a pot of water and make a cup of tea."

Ding Zimu nodded, but stood still.Yang Yiming didn't persuade him much, he just turned around and went to the kitchen. When he came back with two cups of hot tea, Ding Zimu had already sat down on the chair in front of the desk.Feet close together, back straight and slightly leaning against the back of the chair, every line of the body reveals tension.

Yang Yiming stuffed the tea into Ding Zimu's hand, and said very seriously, "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Ding Zimu looked down at the tea in the cup, and after a while he slowly recounted the situation in the car.

"Do you know that people's reactions are reactive." Yang Yiming said, "It's like there is no love for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason. Everything happens for a reason. Everything you encounter today has a reason. The reason. So you tell me first, what happened to you in the past few days. "

Ding Zimu raised his head slowly, looked at Yang Yiming through the dense water vapor, and said slowly, "I'm unemployed."

Not allowing Yang Yiming to intervene, Ding Zimu immediately said: "The peak season is over, and the amusement park will be off-season in October. There won't be so many staff, so we temporary contract workers can be laid off." He spoke quickly, As if he was afraid that someone would stop him from speaking, after he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked directly at Yang Yiming, there was even a provocative look in his eyes.

Yang Yiming silently wrote down in his heart that "a major change in life has occurred, and I am strongly disturbed."

"Do you remember what happened before and after the amnesia?"

"I can't remember." Ding Zimu shook his head, "Every time someone else reported it."

"Have you often hallucinated?"

"No, it just happened recently." Ding Zimu thought for a while and added, "Probably only two or three times."

"Do you know that kid? What does it look like?"

"I know," Ding Zimu said affirmatively, and then shook his head, "but I can't remember." He stopped and thought for a while, and then said, "Mr. Yang, I don't know how to explain, but I really know He, even if I can't remember what he looks like, where I met him, but I really know him."

Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's shoulder reassuringly: "I know you know him, do he have big eyes?"

"No impression."

"What color is he wearing?"

"Probably...blue...ah no, it might be black, or it might be green."

"How old is that kid?"

"Eight years old."

Yang Yiming's heart skipped a beat, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and wrote down the words "eight-year-old boy" in his heart.Then he changed the subject and asked, "When was the last time you saw him?"

"It was the day you invited me to dinner, and when I got home, I..."

Yang Yiming recalled what happened that day, and he was sure he was still happy when Ding Zimu got out of the car.So he thought about it and asked, "What happened when you got home that day?"

Ding Zimu tried hard and said, "I... I don't remember clearly. It should be that someone sneaked into my house with money and didn't lose anything, but the house was messed up... I remember... I walked into the house... Then I seemed to see him."

"Is he at your house?"

"No, he just...appeared suddenly, I saw him right away...but I couldn't see him clearly."

"Did he carry his schoolbag that day?"

"Schoolbag?" Ding Zimu frowned and fell into deep thought. Yang Yiming didn't urge him, but his palms were sweating. He vaguely felt that he should have touched a very core secret.

"He probably didn't carry a schoolbag, I can't remember exactly."

"how old is he?"

"Eight years old."

When this answer entered Yang Yiming's ears, he clearly heard the sound of a nerve breaking in his brain.