my boyfriend is too random

It only took Yang Yiming a second to choose between "let my sister know that I have hidden a man at home" and "reject firmly at all costs". He said: "Junjun, let your mother answer the phone."

"Yiming," Yang Shuangming said, "I just received a call from the laboratory, and I have to go with your brother-in-law. You can take a look at Junjun for us."

"Why don't you go to school?"

"Their class is the closest sibling." Yang Shuangming didn't give Yang Yiming a chance to refuse, and said, "What time do you get off work? I'll send the child to your unit first. After you get off work, take her back to your place. We will pick her up in the evening." she."

Yang Yiming rolled his eyes and thought, I still have a cold and fever at home, he said: "I didn't go to work today, you can just send it home."

Ding Zimu was so dizzy from the burn that he took medicine and fell asleep while half asleep.At two o'clock, Xu Zhujun happily jumped in, shouting loudly: "Little uncle, little uncle, I want to play a game."

Yang Yiming looked at the little princess of the whole family and said, "Ancestor, what do you want to play?"

"Play tennis."

Yang Yiming sighed and installed a game console for Xu Zhujun and asked her to play tennis in front of the TV screen in the living room.

"Junjun, shall we have dinner at home?" Yang Yiming asked, Yang Shuangming didn't leave any money when he left.

"No, I'm going to eat at Pizza Hut." Xu Zhujun ran around the room with his game controller, panting.

"Junjun," Yang Yiming squatted in front of Xu Zhujun, blocked the TV screen, and said to her with a straight face: "Uncle has a patient at home, and uncle has to take care of him, so he can't take you to the store. Let's order takeaway and eat back? "

Junjun stopped immediately: "Who is at home?"

"A big brother, he has a fever."

"Why does he want to live in your house?" Xu Zhujun grasped the crux of the problem at once, pointing sharply at the essence of the matter.

"Because...he's sick," Yang Yiming wanted to make the big problem into a small one, and the trivial matter became small.

"Why didn't he go back to his own home when he was sick? The teacher said he would infect others."

"Because there is no one in his family to take care of him, so he will temporarily stay at his uncle's house."

"Then he is cured, will you let him go back to his own home?"

Yang Yiming thought to himself, ancestor, why do you have so many questions, are you a blue cat asking three thousand questions?

"He's cured..." Yang Yiming said vaguely, "Let him go home when he's cured."

"Is he living in my room?"

"That's right." Yang Yiming thought to himself, Your Highness Blue Cat, can you concentrate on playing tennis? "Yang Yiming said patiently, "Junjun doesn't live anyway, after he leaves, uncle will clean the room for you. "

Xu Zhujun thought for a while, and finally felt that this problem could be solved. She said, "Okay...you get out of the way, you are blocking me from playing tennis."

Yang Yiming held back his breath and stood up.

Through a wooden door, Ding Zimu sat on the bed blankly holding the quilt, he felt very cold.

***

Yang Yiming calculated the time and went to push the door of the guest bedroom with the hot beef porridge. Xu Zhujun immediately put down the game console controller in his hand and ran over.

"Go play your game console," Yang Yiming pulled Xu Zhujun back, "Don't go in, I'll infect you later and your mother can eat me alive."

"No." Xu Zhujun squeezed Yang Yiming away, "Little uncle, you smell so bad, my mother won't eat it."

Yang Yiming was so angry that he knocked Xu Zhujun on the head.

The door was pushed open, and it was dark inside, the curtains were blown up and down by the wind, and the room was chilly with a cool wind mixed with moisture.

"Ding Zimu, are you crazy, why did you open the window!" Yang Yiming threw the bowl on the chest of drawers, and rushed to close the window with a few strides, "You have a fever, do you know that!"

Ding Zimu leaned against the head of the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and said in a low voice, "I feel... a little stuffy, and I want to change the air."

"It's not such a way to change the air." Yang Yiming walked over to touch Ding Zimu's forehead, probably because the antipyretics had worked and the temperature dropped, "How long have you opened the window? It's so cold in this room, in case you get sick What if it gets worse?"

Ding Zimu didn't say a word, Yang Yiming angrily went over to turn on the light.

Xu Zhujun stood at the end of the bed, looking at Ding Zimu who was dazzled by the sudden light: "Brother, are you sick?"

Ding Zimu nodded.

"who are you?"

Ding Zimu didn't know what to say, but Yang Yiming said aside, "He's my uncle's student."

Yang Yiming handed the porridge to Ding Zimu, and then pointed to Xu Zhujun: "Do you still remember, the amusement park."

Ding Zimu nodded and shook his head, he said a little embarrassedly: "I remember things, but people..."

Yang Yiming smiled to indicate that it was okay, and then said to Xu Zhujun: "Junjun, do you still remember the big brother who gave uncle Rendan in the amusement park? That's him."

"Ah, I remember," Xu Zhujun clapped his hands and said, "You are that handsome big brother."

Ding Zimu blushed and felt uncomfortable.

"He's pretty handsome," Yang Yiming handed over the porridge bowl, and said jokingly, "Handsome guy, quickly drink the porridge and eat some medicine." After speaking, he pushed Xu Zhujun: "Junjun, go out and play your game console , don't make trouble here."

Xu Zhujun's curiosity was satisfied, and he ran out to play the game console at once. Ding Zimu pursed his mouth as he watched her running out.

Yang Yiming sat by the bed and said lightly, "Ding Zimu, there is one thing that people who study psychology are the most annoying. Do you know what it is?"

Ding Zimu shook his head.

"Many people say that it is easy to be peeped into the heart when you contact and chat with people who study psychology, and there are no secrets."

"Really?" Ding Zimu lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Yang Yiming.

"That's bullshit!" Yang Yiming waved his hand disdainfully, "We don't have mind reading skills, and our understanding of human psychology is based on a lot of communication and scientific evaluation. It's like Dr. Cal Lightman. It only exists in In the American drama."

Ding Zimu didn't quite understand what Yang Yiming was trying to say, he looked at Yang Yiming suspiciously.

"That is to say, if you hide it from me, I can't help you at all. If you are wary of me, then accepting my consultation may backfire and make your condition worse."

"I trust you," Ding Zimu said hastily, "Really, Teacher Yang, I trust you quite a bit."

"Then tell me the truth, why did you open the window?"

Ding Zimu stopped talking.

Yang Yiming didn't speak, just looked at him stubbornly, time passed, Ding Zimu finally couldn't hold back anymore.He put down the bowl in his hand, looked up at Yang Yiming and said, "I, I'm worried about contagion."

"Are you competing with an eight-year-old?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I don't, I just...the cold is contagious..."

"Junjun would point to my brother-in-law and say 'you go out, don't enter mother's house' when he was two and a half years old, and would say 'Mom belongs to Junjun, daddy, hurry up', if my brother-in-law is as serious as you , I have already jumped off the building [-] times.”

"I did not mean that."

"No matter what it means, you are a patient now. The first thing a patient should consider is how to get better from his illness. Everything else is nonsense." Yang Yiming approached Ding Zimu and said seriously, "Ding Zimu, people always have to be more considerate. Think for yourself."

Ding Zimu remained silent.

"I'm not teaching you to be selfish," Yang Yiming said, "but you have to understand that before you think about others, you have to protect yourself first. Survival is always the first. Only when you stand firm can you be able to help others. You have the right to think about others."

Ding Zimu nodded, but he was not used to doing this. In the life he remembered, the survival rule he learned was "don't hinder others". As long as he didn't get in the way, he could always find a shelter in a corner.But if I can really "think about myself"... Ding Zimu smiled wryly, what exactly is "thinking about myself"?

"Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming said, "tell me, what do you want most now, besides curing the disease."

Ding Zimu frowned and thought hard, then shook his head: "I don't know."

"How come you don't know? For example, if you win the lottery of 500 million yuan and are favored by a wealthy daughter, there must be something you want, right?"

"I want..." Ding Zimu hesitated and said, "I want to open a cake shop."

"Hey," Yang Yiming exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You have to win the lottery first, how much does it cost to open a cake shop?"

Ding Zimu smiled embarrassedly: "I just thought about it, I know I can't drive it."

"How could it be?" Yang Yiming said, "When I was studying, I wanted to take the psychology department of Normal University. Our class teacher said that if I could pass the exam, the top students in our class would be directly admitted to Cambridge. The result? I passed the exam. Yes, the top student in our class was directly admitted by Tsinghua University."

"That's great," Ding Zimu sighed, "I never went to college."

"It's good if you didn't go in," Yang Yiming sighed, "Really, I'm not sarcastic or sarcastic. You know, for the diploma, three years of high school, four years of undergraduate, three years of graduate school, I spent ten years The good years are just thrown in like this, every day is nothing but books, and the result? The little money I earn now is far less than those of me who just read two books casually."

"You have knowledge, you know a lot, and you can help a lot of people."

"Actually, not many people need my help."

"I need."

Ding Zimu's three categorical words directly fell into Yang Yiming's heart. He suddenly felt a sense of responsibility. He felt that the person in front of him had put the rest of his life on his shoulders. He had to help him and heal him. .

So Yang Yiming coughed and said, "Then you have to learn to tell me the truth, all the things in your heart, including those that you don't want to tell others in your life."

"It's a little...difficult," Ding Zimu said hesitantly, "I don't know how to say something."

"It's okay, let's take our time." Yang Yiming blinked, and he looked a bit sly, he said, "Come on, tell me what's on your mind first."

"What?" Ding Zimu looked forward to it.

"Are you still hungry?"

"Uh..." Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Hungry."

"So good!" Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to snort Ding Zimu's messy hair, and then said, "There is still porridge, I'll get you another bowl."

Ding Zimu was lying on the bed, stroking his hair, watching Yang Yiming shut the door and going out in a daze.In his more than [-] years of life, he couldn't think of how many people had made such an intimate gesture to him, and Ding Zimu felt his heart beat a little faster.

***

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Xu Zhujun, who was sleepy like a dog, was picked up by Yang Shuangming. Before leaving, Yang Shuangming glanced at the door of the guest room meaninglessly and said, "When did you become so kind?"

"I've always been kind, otherwise I'll let you beg for food. Your little blue cat princess can really eat!"

"Where's your principle of 'Yang's Three Provinces'?" Yang Shuangming threw down this question, hugged Xu Zhujun, and walked away with high heels.

Yang Yiming was blocked by this sentence for a long time. He wanted to tell Yang Shuangming a lot of reasons. Talk about how valuable Ding Zimu is for scientific research, and want to say that if he can be cured, he will gain both fame and fortune. This deal is too worthwhile, can that principle be eaten...

However, all these reasons were squeezed back and forth in his mouth like garlic, and no one could get out. In the end, the one who succeeded in breaking through was a sentence: "I am happy!"