my boyfriend is too random

Ding Zimu frowned slightly, he felt that he seemed to have said something wrong, he carefully recalled what he said just now, and his face that was not pretty at first gradually turned paler.He didn't know what the boy looked like, he didn't remember what color clothes he was wearing, and whether he carried a schoolbag, but he was very sure that he was eight years old, not seven years old, not nine years old, or just eight years old.

Why is that?

Yang Yiming saw Ding Zimu's wide eyes, and the horror in those eyes couldn't be hidden.He clenched his teeth, his mandibles drew out a hard line, and the whole person sat upright and stiff.Yang Yiming suddenly realized that Ding Zimu had reached his limit, and he was just forcing himself not to fall out of some strong self-esteem or desire.At this moment, any question or topic that touches his heart even slightly is enough to break him down.Yang Yiming didn't dare to take this risk, he was not sure that he could awaken him and rebuild his heart in that state with his own ability.

So Yang Yiming stood up, held Ding Zimu's hand and pulled him up from the chair, "It's too late today, go to bed first, you need to rest, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Teacher Yang?" Ding Zimu was taken aback by Yang Yiming's actions, and the questions that had been entangled with him just now disappeared all of a sudden.He could clearly feel that everything about that child receded from his brain as soon as the tide ebbed, and his memory could only chase that afterimage all the way.Gradually, new information rushed into his brain, and Yang Yiming seemed to be asking himself whether he would like to sleep on a high pillow or a low pillow, and whether he should put another glass of water beside the bed...

Those trivial, homely, but safe and warm words quickly occupied his brain, and in a blink of an eye, all the specific images about that child disappeared without a trace.

Ding Zimu's eyes could only see Yang Yiming's smile, and his ears could only hear Yang Yiming's voice.The man was asking him: "What do you like to eat for breakfast? Shall I buy you a pancake before going to work tomorrow? There is a pancake shop downstairs, which is called 'Emperor Pancake'. It's really delicious."

Ding Zimu let Yang Yiming drag him to the door of the guest bedroom without any struggle.

"Go to sleep." Yang Yiming let go of his hand and patted his back lightly.

"But Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu's mind was filled with all kinds of questions. He felt that any question could drive him crazy. He needed Yang Yiming to give him an answer so that he could feel at ease, so he stood at the door and said stubbornly. , "But I still don't understand."

"You are too tired today, you can't rush for success in everything, even if you chat with me all night today, you won't make much progress." Yang Yiming said as gently as possible, "Also, even if you ask me, I can't I will give you the answer now."

Ding Zimu thought for a while, nodded and said: "I know, if it is a psychological problem, the treatment time may last for a long time, even several years."

"Yes, it will take a long time. If you really need it, I will find you a good psychiatrist."

Ding Zimu suddenly raised his head: "Teacher Yang..."

"Huh?" Yang Yiming raised his eyebrows.

Ding Zimu looked at him hesitantly.

"what you want to say?"

"Why?" Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment, but finally summoned up the courage to ask, "Didn't you say that you would help me?"

"I'm helping you," Yang Yiming said, "but I'm not a licensed psychiatrist, I'm just a psychological counselor. I can receive counseling, but I can't give you medical treatment. That's illegal."

"Then if it's just a consultation, won't it solve my problem?"

"It's hard to say at the moment, but I think you will need a professional psychiatrist." Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu reassuringly and said, "It's okay, I will help you find a very good doctor, you don't have to worry. And, Maybe your problem is not serious at all? Maybe I can solve it for you? Don’t think about it now, anyway, you don’t have to go to work tomorrow, so you can sleep well at my house for a day. I will go to work and I will be back at about six in the afternoon. No, why don't you make dinner."

Ding Zimu stammered, "Yang... Teacher Yang, I... I will... tomorrow..."

"What tomorrow?" Yang Yiming quickly calculated in his mind what to say to make Ding Zimu live in peace, preferably for a long time, so that he could better follow and observe—in fact, Yang Yiming wished he could rush back now Go to the bedroom to record the conversation just now and set up a separate folder for Ding Zimu!

So, Yang Yiming said: "I heard the weather forecast and it will still rain tomorrow. You have no place to live when you go back, so you can't go to a hotel, right? Why don't you go back tomorrow to get some clothes and other daily necessities, and then move to my house?" Live here."

After Yang Yiming said this, he glanced at Ding Zimu's face, and immediately answered: "It's too late to move out after you find a suitable house, besides, shouldn't you be busy looking for a job recently?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I don't want to trouble you anymore, I don't have anything to do tomorrow, I can go back and clean up and live."

"Why bother?" Yang Yiming tried hard to persuade Ding Zimu, "You don't have a job now, and you still have to pay for the rent every month. How can you do that? Why don't you just stay with me temporarily? Don't worry, I'm usually not at home. , it doesn't hinder you at all."

"Didn't I mean that?" Ding Zimu hurriedly said, "Teacher Yang, I mean..."

Yang Yiming interrupted Ding Zimu and said: "Let me tell you, I don't know exactly what's going on with your current problem. I need to do long-term observation. You also have amnesia. It's very difficult to live in that kind of place alone. It’s easy to be dangerous. Besides, you see, this house is quite big. I live alone, so it’s a waste of two people to come for a consultation in two days on weekends. You can still help me if you move here clean up."

Ding Zimu lowered his head and thought about it, then said noncommittally: "Mr. Yang, thank you."

Yang Yiming couldn't decide whether Ding Zimu agreed or refused, but he estimated that it would be fine to keep him for three to five days.So Yang Yiming felt relieved, pushed Ding Zimu and said, "Go to sleep."

***

Ding Zimu went into the room and closed the door. He sat on the big soft bed and seriously thought about what to do next.Obviously, he can't stay at Teacher Yang's house for too long, he has to find another job, but if he can't get rid of the problem of fighting out of control, he will still lose his job soon, but the worst thing is, he doesn't remember fighting at all. what to do?But you have to find a job. If you really need to see a psychiatrist, you will definitely need a lot of money. Even if you don’t need it, you still need money to consult with Teacher Yang. After all, there is no free lunch in this world.

What kind of job are you looking for?Ding Zimu thought, also, if he moves, he should rent a place not too far from Mr. Yang's place, so that he can do consultation by himself.But the houses around here are really too expensive, no matter how small the size of the apartment is, he can't afford it.

Ah, no!Ding Zimu suddenly thought that just now Yang Yiming said that he would introduce a psychiatrist to him, that is to say, it will not be the gentle and good-tempered Teacher Yang who will treat him in the future, but a stranger.I need to tell this person everything in my heart, including childhood...

Do you want to talk so much to a stranger?What happens when you say it?If he really has a mental illness, can he help himself?What if he couldn't help?Another doctor?Then say it again to a stranger?What if it still doesn't work?Do I have to repeat it a third time, will I really go crazy...

Ding Zimu unconsciously stared at the glass window opposite the bed, lost in thought.The curtains of the windows were not drawn, and through the glass windows one could see the lights reflected in the windows of the opposite residential building. In the small squares that were either bright or dark, all kinds of joys and sorrows were being staged.Ding Zimu looked at the glass window, everything in the bright room was reflected on the glass, and then projected clearly into his eyes.He could see everything in this room from the window: a simple room, a big plain bed, and a young man in old cotton home clothes with messy hair sitting there stupidly.

He looked numb and sat upright, but his whole body was precarious.

What's up with him?Ding Zimu suddenly thought, why is he so afraid?Doesn't he go to bed so late?He looks terrible, do you want to comfort him?What should I say?If you ask him a question, will he answer it?

Ding Zimu looked at the tangled mess of the glass window, and he sympathized with the person in the glass window. He could feel a very familiar sense of fear and loneliness from that person, as if he had been in the same place for a long time. Drowning in this bad feeling.

But fortunately, I still have friends, Teacher Feng, Luo Yang, Brother Zheng, and Teacher Yang, but that person seems to have been abandoned by the whole world.

Ding Zimu stood up slowly, and walked to the glass window. He stared at the man with wide eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch the man's face. There was a sharp pain in my heart.

"What's wrong with you?" Ding Zimu asked softly.

The man shook his head slowly, without saying a word.

"Are you crying?" Ding Zimu lightly touched the man's face, which felt a little wet but still cold.

The man nodded slightly.

Ding Zimu watched helplessly that the man was slowly changing, the thin and tall figure was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming thinner and thinner.He blinked, and the eight-year-old was standing right across from him.

This time Ding Zimu saw clearly that the child was carrying a tattered Ultraman schoolbag, which was so dirty that it was hard to tell whether it was blue or black.He was wearing a pair of black corduroy trousers and a dirty gray sweatshirt. He had big eyes, but Ding Zimu wasn't sure if he had big eyes already or because his face was so thin that the chin was cut to protrude The eyes are very big.

"I see you clearly." Ding Zimu thought, if Teacher Yang asks tomorrow, I can tell him, "But, what do you want from me?"

Ding Zimu watched the child walk to the door of the bedroom silently, and sat down next to the door.He hugged his knees, curled up his body, and buried his face in his knees.

"What are you doing?" Ding Zimu asked.

"Sleepy." The child finally said a word, and that pitiful, submissive voice made Ding Zimu feel a little distressed.He thought the child must be terrified.

"Can I accompany you?" Ding Zimu asked.

The child raised his face and suddenly smiled.