my boyfriend is too random

On Monday, August [-]th, Yang Yiming was woken up by the phone ringing.It was Zhou Pei who called. He told Yang Yiming apologetically that according to the work plan, he would go to the Qinghua District Children's Welfare Institute for follow-up visits the day after tomorrow, and then there would be a three-day observation period, but he gave this matter to Yang Yiming. "forget".

"Mr. Zhou, your heart is too big, can you forget this?" Yang Yiming rubbed his eyes and checked the time on his phone, it was eleven o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, isn't it summer vacation? I went out to play with my wife and children, but I forgot about it when I was happy."

Yang Yiming responded with a smile and hung up the phone.He often does this kind of thing as a substitute. There are ten people in the whole group, seven of them are with their families, and two of them have just graduated two years ago. They are in love right now. During the summer vacation, everyone is holding back to travel and have fun. Who wants to interrupt the vacation in order to go to the orphanage in the dog days of early August.Yang Yiming can understand everyone's thoughts, and he is also willing to substitute for others. After all, the overtime pay during the holidays is paid to him in real terms.

The Youth Psychological Crisis Intervention Center that Yang Yiming works for is under the name of the Qinghua District Education Commission. It is nominally an educational institution, but in fact it is also open to the public.Therefore, in addition to paying attention to and intervening in the psychological crisis of primary and secondary school students, and training psychology teachers in various schools, the scope of work also includes welfare homes under the district and psychological crisis cases from the society.Yang Yiming graduated from Normal University with a major in psychology. After finishing his master's degree, he signed with the Education Commission directly.At that time, this job made many people envious, and he himself was quite proud of it. He felt that the stable job in the education department, the higher salary and the three-month paid vacation could not be more enjoyable.But after working for two years, he realized that the hardships of all walks of life are really unknown to outsiders, and this education is really not easy to mix.I won't mention how hard and troublesome the work is. The income alone makes Yang Yiming feel that he can't live.

In this first-tier big city, the monthly salary of 6000 yuan is really a bit sad.So Yang Yiming studied hard for two years, and with his master's degree, he completed the relevant course training. At the age of 26, he was admitted as a second-level psychological counselor. At the age of 28, he was officially listed as a doctor. It is almost two years now. up.He now regularly takes four cases a week, and can earn four to five thousand a month.With this money, he rented a three-bedroom unit in the North Third Ring Road as his residence and clinic. The business was not very good, and sometimes he had to use his wages to fill the gap.Yang Yiming's biggest wish in this life is to become a leading psychological counselor one day. With an hourly consultation fee of 3000 yuan, he can take on one job in a week, and spend the rest of the time counting money and eating delicious food.

For this ambitious goal, he is very happy to work overtime during the summer vacation.

Calculating overtime pay, Yang Yiming drove to the orphanage.The orphanage is located in the old city. This area has been undergoing renovation in recent years, and everything has been demolished.Yang Yiming turned on the navigation and made countless calls all the way to reach the orphanage.

This is an old yard, the front yard is a parking lot, the back yard is for children's activities, and the main building is a three-story old building.The blue-gray wall tiles are covered with creepers, and it looks almost like a green house from a distance, adding to the coolness and simplicity of the house.

It took Yang Yiming a lot of effort to squeeze the car into the parking lot full of broken tables and chairs. The old man in the reception room gave him instructions and said sorry that there were not many staff members in the orphanage. Few people drive, so the parking lot becomes a pile of debris.

Yang Yiming thanked the old man, and walked into the door of the building on the stone road covered with weeds in the gaps. On the wall of the hall, there were some photos of the leaders who came to inspect. Yang Yiming looked carefully, and the latest one was from the previous session A group photo of the mayor and the children of the orphanage.There are many paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor, the colors are bright and full of childishness, all drawn by children in the orphanage.

Dean Wang of the orphanage is about to retire, and she has been in this position for half her life. She has become the dean of the orphanage step by step from the auntie of the orphanage.Then you can go home and enjoy your old age with your pension in a down-to-earth manner.Zhou Pei told Yang Yiming that although the children in the orphanage have many psychological problems, they are not too serious. Most of them are loneliness, jealousy, lack of security, etc. When it comes to self-esteem, they are the most.Inferiority is actually not easy to say. Some people end up with low self-esteem because they are cowardly and suspicious, while others end up with over-arrogant, sensitive, irritable and irritable.Zhou Pei told Yang Yiming that when reporting to the dean, it is fine to report the good news but not the bad news. The old lady is too old to be frightened.Unless there is really a major problem, it is better to keep her old man's blood pressure and heart in a stable state.

Yang Yiming couldn't ask for more.He has already calculated everything. He will say hello to the old lady in a while, then go to chat with the children for a while, and then chat with the nurses, trying to get it done in three hours.

Pushing open the door of the dean's office, Yang Yiming saw an old lady with white hair, who looked much older than her actual age. It seemed that the job of the dean of the orphanage was really difficult.Yang Yiming didn't want to cause trouble to the old lady, so he straight to the point and said his reason for coming.It is a routine job for the psychological group of the Education Committee to come to counseling. Dean Zhang quickly notified the staff to gather all the children in the activity center and prepare the psychological room.Yang Yiming thanked him with a smile, when someone knocked on the door and walked in.

It smells so good!

Yang Yiming sniffled, and immediately smelled a strong sweet aroma, which was the smell of maple syrup croissants just out of the oven.He immediately remembered that he hadn't had breakfast yet, and he was so hungry that he could eat a cake room.

The person who came saw Yang Yiming was stunned for a moment, and he put a small plate on the small cabinet at the door, nodded and said "sorry", and then backed out.Yang Yiming's mind was completely occupied by the snacks on the plate, and his mouth was full of water. He tried hard to restrain his eyes from glancing at the small cabinet, and put on a dignified look.

Fortunately, the dean is very polite. She walked over and brought the small plate to Yang Yiming and said, "It's early in the morning. Have you had breakfast? Come and taste the bread we bake here."

According to etiquette conventions, Yang Yiming declined reluctantly, and the dean also persuaded him politely. After two rounds, Yang Yiming happily stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth.

Just out of the oven, the skin of the ox horn is crispy, the inside is soft, sweet, and the mouth is dense and not sticky to the teeth. Yang Yiming thinks that the craftsmanship of the master canteen of the welfare home is too good!He thought happily, the day after tomorrow there is still a three-day observation period, just for this bread, he must get up early every day and come to the orphanage for breakfast.

***

It was almost evening when Ding Zimu returned to his hut. When he reached the gate of the yard, he suddenly stopped and sniffed carefully. He was sure that he could smell the smell of stewed meat. He excitedly opened the door and rushed out. go in.

"Back?" he heard a gentle voice ask him.

"Brother Zheng, when did you come?" Ding Zimu asked in surprise.

"Last night." Following the words, Ding Zimu saw a tall man coming out of the kitchen wiping his hands.This person is not good looking, but his eyes are gentle and there is a faint smile. This kind of smile has always made Ding Zimu feel very warm and at home.

"You just came back yesterday? Then why don't you come to me to work as a coolie instead of resting at home?" Ding Zimu asked with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that you will starve yourself to death?" The man said with a smile, his voice was gentle and low, "Mumu, I don't see anything in your refrigerator. How do you live your life?"

"No one said nothing," Ding Zimu muttered dissatisfiedly, "I just bought a bunch of things and stuffed them in yesterday."

"Go and see for yourself, where is it? I bought the stewed beef today." There was a bit of conniving and petting reproach in the man's voice.

"Impossible." Ding Zimu turned sideways and went straight to the refrigerator. There were several cartons of milk, some fruits and eggs in the refrigerator, and besides that, there was a box of delicious desserts.

"I remember I did the grocery shopping." Ding Zimu scratched the back of his head and murmured to himself suspiciously.

"Put it down quickly," Zheng Ge said, curling his lips, "As far as your memory is concerned, I have known you for more than ten years, and I have never seen you with a good brain."

"Isn't it because I don't turn on the fire?" Ding Zimu smiled and closed the refrigerator door, "I'm alone, and I don't bother to turn on the fire to cook. I can find a restaurant at the door and I can eat enough, and I don't have to wash the dishes."

Ding Zimu rolled his eyes slyly, walked up to Brother Zheng in two steps, and smiled obsequiously: "Besides, if I'm greedy, wouldn't there be Brother Zheng and you?"

"Stinky boy, sooner or later I'll beat you up!"

Ding Zimu turned a deaf ear to this intimidating threat, he stretched himself and said, "When is dinner? I'm hungry."

"Now you can."

Ding Zimu happily set up the table, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, brought out the food from the kitchen and sat down with Brother Zheng to eat and chat.After eating, Ding Zimu was washing the dishes, and Brother Zheng suddenly said, "Mumu, I'm going to East China in a few days."

"A business trip again?" Ding Zimu stopped what he was doing, a little unhappy, "Didn't you just come back?"

"I can't help it, it's a hard life to work for others." Zheng Ge's voice was somewhat helpless.

"How many days?"

"About two weeks." Brother Zheng smiled lightly and said to Ding Zimu, "You have to take care of yourself."

Ding Zimu didn't say a word, expressing his dissatisfaction with silence.Brother Zheng smiled wryly, and muttered as if talking to himself: "Actually, I don't trust you either."

Ding Zimu didn't seem to hear this sentence, his gloomy face clearly showed his dissatisfaction, and this dissatisfaction continued until Zheng Ge left without abating.It wasn't until Zheng Gelin promised to cook dry-roasted yellow croaker for him before going out that Ding Zimu showed a little smile on his face.

"You," Zheng Ge said angrily, "you love to eat so much, why don't you learn to cook by yourself?"

"Not good!" Ding Zimu said quickly, "Cooking is too troublesome, I don't bother to learn, I can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry, so why learn that."

"Won't you marry a wife in the future?" Brother Zheng said, "Knowing how to cook is a good tool for chasing girls, do you understand?"

Ding Zimu shook his head like the blades of an electric fan, extremely resolute.

Brother Zheng left helplessly.

After closing the courtyard door, Ding Zimu sat on the bed and turned to watch TV boredly. As soon as he switched to the "World Football" on the sports channel, he felt a severe headache, as if someone had drilled a hole in his celestial cap with an electric drill. Hole, the high-speed rotating drill bit is beating his brains everywhere.

He dropped the remote control, hugged his head and curled up on the bed.He has had migraines since he was a child, and he has been used to it for so many years. With his eyes closed, he took out a painkiller tablet from the drawer of the bedside table and threw it into his mouth.Amid the violent roar in his ears, he gritted his teeth and waited for the wave of pain to pass.

Gradually, he fell into darkness.