my boyfriend is too random

After dinner, Yang Yiming took the notebook and said to Ding Zimu, "You make the portion scale, and I will wash the dishes."

"What does this meter measure?" Ding Zimu saw that the English letters MMPI were written on the form.

"Test your personality type and mental stability." Yang Yiming replied in the kitchen, "Psychological testing is a basic entry-level price, suitable for all ages, easy and pleasant, and the price is low."

Ding Zimu was happy, and started the first question seriously: Do I like technology websites?

"Mr. Yang, does my reading of technology websites have something to do with my psychology?" Ding Zimu raised his voice and asked again.

"Answer the questions carefully, and you are not allowed to ask questions, otherwise it will be regarded as a violation of discipline and cheating." Yang Yiming yelled in the kitchen, "I will punish you for writing an inspection."

Ding Zimu shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head and began to answer the question.When Yang Yiming finished washing the dishes and smoked a cigarette in the kitchen, he saw Ding Zimu sitting upright in front of the computer, the hanging hair curtain reflected the dining room lights, creating a dark blue halo .Yang Yiming was afraid of disturbing him, so he sat on the sofa far away, with nothing to do, and he looked at Ding Zimu daydreaming.

Yang Shuangming always feels that he has "ulterior motives", and in fact, he does have ulterior motives. Such a good research case is simply rare.But what else?Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu, in all fairness, he is handsome, the type he likes, and his personality is quite good when he is normal, he is careful and quiet, which is also the type he likes; but...

Yang Yiming smiled wryly, he could choose a girl and live a solid life, why did he have to go on this road?Furthermore, there is no possibility between the counselor and his patients, and Yang Yiming does not want his personal feelings to affect his judgment and consultation with the patients.

Therefore, it might be right for Ding Zimu to move out.Yang Yiming thought that some things should be avoided if they can be avoided.

Time passed by, and Ding Zimu's speed of doing the questions became faster and faster. Finally, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath: "Finally, I've finished filling it out."

"Let me see." Yang Yiming shook his head and walked over, turned the notebook to look at the results, he glanced roughly, pointed to a line of data and said to Ding Zimu: "Here, do you see this number? It is within the normal range. "

"What does this mean?"

"It means you're mentally fine."

Ding Zimu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"This is scientific data," Yang Yiming said, tapping the screen. "Since the scale was developed in 1942, it has been used to distinguish the mentally ill."

Ding Zimu felt relaxed. He changed his sitting position. Looking from Yang Yiming's position, he could see half of his face. The line formed by the bridge of the nose and lips formed a smooth curve, which was shocking to watch.

Yang Yiming was dizzy from Ding Zimu's smile, so he lowered his eyes to look at the scale, and said lightly: "But don't be too happy, this is just a preliminary examination, to rule it out, it doesn't mean that you have no mental problems, let's It will take a long time to communicate to identify your problem."

"Yes." Ding Zimu nodded, "I know Teacher Yang."

Yang Yiming was stabbed by the phrase "Teacher Yang", feeling inexplicably agitated. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and said deliberately: "Actually, you also know that the symptoms you have are very serious."

"Well, I know." Ding Zimu was not frightened by Yang Yiming's deliberately emphasized illness at all, and he was still relaxed.

Yang Yiming couldn't help but ask him, are you really not worried or do you not know the seriousness of the problem here?But he still didn't dare to look up at Ding Zimu's face, so he lowered his head and moved the mouse, scrolling down the scales page by page, flipping through them, he suddenly stopped.

"Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming raised his head and asked him, "How did you fill out the form?"

"How did you fill it in?" Ding Zimu asked in a daze, "That's how it is filled out. There are more than 500 questions. It makes me dizzy."

"Have you thought through every question carefully?"

"No," Ding Zimu said in surprise, "Didn't you say not to rely on your intuition... Should I?"

"No." Yang Yiming shook his head.He looked contemplatively at the "Si" column in the clinical scale in the table, which was a measure of "Social introversion". Ding Zimu's score showed that he was a very "normal" young man. See, he's even a bit of an "extrovert" guy.But in fact, the Ding Zimu Yang Yiming knew was not like this. Most of the time, he was relatively "introverted" and "sensitive".Yang Yiming went directly to the "L" scale. If the score in that column was higher than [-], it meant that the scale was false and artificially whitewashed, and the results were not credible.

6 points, it is really a sincere child.

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu carefully. Ding Zimu was probably tired of answering the questions, so he stood up from the chair and walked around the room, stretching his arms vigorously.He has slender limbs, and he is especially good-looking when he holds his hands on the top of his head and bends down hard. At this time, the person in front of him is just like all young people in their 20s, full of vitality, and has a natural closeness to people and everything and trust.

Such a person, if he is healthy, how many people would like him, and what a wonderful life should be waiting for him.

Yang Yiming sat on the chair, watching Ding Zimu shake his neck, and the light cast bright and dark light on his hair, Yang Yiming felt like his heart was about to tremble again.

"Yang Sansheng," Yang Yiming shut the computer with a snap, and said to himself in his heart, "Remember your principles and don't make extra trouble."

***

Yang Yiming drove the ignorant Ding Zimu to sleep. He walked around in the bedroom three or four times. A strange idea flashed through his mind again. This idea appeared on the day he brought Ding Zimu home. Pass.At that time, the name "Jung" inspired him, but he couldn't believe it. After all, there were too few such cases, or in other words, there were too few confirmed cases.

DID!Could this be a DID patient? If so, is it possible to cure him with his current ability; There are very few cases of DID being diagnosed, and any psychological counselor who encounters such an extreme case cannot miss the opportunity to try his skills and become famous all over the world...

Just like what I wanted to do before.

Yang Yiming rubbed his face in frustration. The possibility of DID was far beyond his assumptions. He originally thought that Ding Zimu was suffering from depression. At most, he was a compound type with a paranoid personality. .This kind of case is typical and difficult, but there are also many related materials and experience summaries, and there are also references. Although it is troublesome to deal with, there will always be a solution in time, but DID is completely different.

Yang Yiming felt that he was a gold digger. Originally, he was satisfied with digging a piece of dog's head gold, but who would have thought that he would have discovered a gold mine!I am unwilling to hand it over, and I have no ability to dig it myself. I want to starve to death and die of anxiety while guarding the huge wealth.

and also……

As soon as Yang Yiming thought of Ding Zimu's innocent smile and the way he said "I need" in a very cut and trusting tone, he felt that he could not give Ding Zimu to others. The person Ding Zimu needed was himself, Yang Yiming and no one else.

What would happen if someone else could walk into Ding Zimu's heart openly?

Yang Yiming felt his heart beating into atrial fibrillation again, and he threw himself on the bed, tangled into a ball.

***

Solving psychological problems is a long-term process, and moving will be much faster in comparison.Putting all of Ding Zimu's luggage together just filled the trunk of Yang Yiming's car.

When Yang Yiming drove Ding Zimu and his luggage to the car, Luo Yang had already cleaned out the guest bedroom. She was wearing a pair of black baggy sweatpants, and she was pulling a pair of flip flops. A tattered beret whose original color could not be seen, with a layer of dust on his forehead, came to open the door with a horrible appearance, Yang Yiming felt that someone had hit his forehead with a stick.

Luo Yang is a woman!Why is this girl acting like a man!

Ding Zimu enthusiastically introduced to Yang Yiming: "This is my best friend, we grew up together."

Yang Yiming nodded: "Hello, childhood sweetheart." After he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself severely, childhood sweetheart or not, who cares about your business, and bamboo horse or bamboo horse, it's your turn to talk too much!But at that time, those words with a sour taste did not know why they came out so easily, and my brain didn't turn fast.

"No," Luo Yang stood on tiptoe, hooked Ding Zimu's neck boldly, pulled it into his arms vigorously, and said triumphantly: "That's right! We are standard childhood sweethearts, we have rolled in the same bed !"

Ding Zimu was a head taller than Luo Yang, he smiled kindly and tried his best to bend down and get close to Luo Yang.

At first glance, they are brothers, and they are still close!Yang Yiming glanced over and felt that the two handsome guys were being poked in front of him.

"Work, work," Luo Yang let go of his hand, pointed to a room and said, "Mumu, that room is yours."

Ding Zimu walked in with his big backpack on his back. Yang Yiming stood at the door and asked Luo Yang casually, "How much is the monthly rent for this house?"

Luo Yang blinked: "Three thousand."

Yang Yiming smiled tacitly and did not speak, Luo Yang walked into the room calmly, and said as he walked: "Three thousand is not cheap, we who just graduated every two years, the little money we earn is worth a lot every day." It is difficult to eat, drink and travel for a month, and I am so poor that I dare not get sick."

Luo Yang put the accent on the word "disease".

Yang Yiming paused on his feet, almost tripped himself, obviously he didn't mention the "diagnosis fee", and obviously he kindly invited Ding Zimu to live at home, but he was explicitly and secretly reminded by a tomboy not to "pit Dingzi" Wooden money", Yang Yiming thought he was really wronged.

Ding Zimu didn't pay attention to the things behind him at all. This room is not big, but it has all the furniture. There is even a small combined bookshelf, and his only valuable possession - laptop is just right on it.It can be seen that Luo Yang cleaned the room carefully, the windows are bright and clean, and there is no dust on the window frames and cabinet corners. Ding Zimu sincerely said to Luo Yang, "Thank you."

"Which one of us is with whom?" Luo Yang hooked Ding Zimu's neck again out of habit, Ding Zimu still bowed his body cooperatively, smiled gently and said nothing.

"Mumu, do you think I'm right?" Luo Yang asked loudly, "Our relationship is very good."

"That's right, that's right." Ding Zimu felt a little uncomfortable bending over, so he adjusted his posture and leaned closer to Luo Yang.

Yang Yiming said flatly: "Well, it looks like a standard childhood sweetheart."

Ding Zimu was a little embarrassed: "Teacher Yang, don't be joking, Luo Yang doesn't like me. She aspires to become an excellent professional woman and marry a tall, rich and handsome man."

"Who said that?" Luo Yang let go of his hand, tilted his head and looked at Ding Zimu, "Your height, 182 is not short, it is just right for me at 167; this looks, Mr. Yang, look handsome, right? As for Rich, as long as I have money, I will marry you."

Yang Yiming rolled his eyes, your young lady should figure out her gender identity first before talking about it.

Ding Zimu finally blushed a little when Luo Yang said it. In fact, he and Luo Yang were used to joking. When chatting, Luo Yang always said that if he was 30 years old and hadn’t married yet, Ding Zimu would be cheaper. It's too late.Ding Zimu also said with a smile that it's okay, and they will go to get a marriage certificate together on the day they are 30 years old.But that is to say, in front of Yang Yiming today, Ding Zimu still felt a little awkward after all. He felt that he was a naughty boy, making clumsy jokes in front of adults, and thinking he was free and easy, but he didn’t know that in a mature person In the eyes, that is synonymous with "childish".

Ding Zimu patted Luo Yang, motioned her to let go, stood up straight, and tried his best to keep his face from being so hot: "Mr. Yang, don't listen to Luo Yang's nonsense, we are too familiar with each other, so we don't know what to say." No scruples."

Yang Yiming felt that at this time he should act like a teacher, smiled lovingly, and then said something that could set off the atmosphere with a bit of exclamation and sentimentality, such as "It's nice to be young" or "A confidante". Kind of like that, but before he finished the draft, a sentence slipped out.

Yang Yiming said, "You don't have to be afraid to talk to me."

Yang Yiming panicked as soon as the words landed, he had no idea how the words broke through his brain, passed through his throat, slid across the tip of his tongue, and slipped out of his mouth.He just felt that this sentence was extremely ambiguous, and it had a strong sour taste. He could simply go to the seafood market to buy two crabs and eat them.Most importantly, no matter how you listen to this sentence, there is a taste of jealousy, desire and dissatisfaction.

Yang Yiming thought, I slap myself and wonder if I can take this sentence back.

But Ding Zimu didn't notice anything wrong at all, he said naturally: "Of course I won't tell lies to you, Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, you are my psychological teacher, how can you help me if I don't tell you the truth? What about me? Teacher Yang?"

Yang Yiming was thrown into darkness by this string of "teachers" and "you".