my boyfriend is too random

After Yang Yiming finished speaking, Ding Zimu didn't react yet, but Yang Yiming's face became hot first.He deeply despises himself, as a teacher, he should be cautious in his words and deeds, but what he said just now is...too "a beast in clothes".

Ding Zimu probably hasn't woken up yet, and didn't realize Yang Yiming's words that ignored the "teacher's dignity".He rubbed his eyes and said, "No, I'm not sleepy now."

Yang Yiming took the opportunity to cough, and swallowed his words of "Pian'ertang" that he had just rolled up, eager to jump out, and suspected of molesting a good man, and then said with an upright look: "I will send you a few minutes later." You go back."

Ding Zimu's mind was buzzing, as if he had just finished arguing with someone, with a little tiredness after excitement, someone's voice still vaguely echoed in the haze, and he couldn't hear the content clearly, but the buzzing sound was still lingering , He couldn't even hear what Yang Yiming was talking about.

Ding Zimu said suspiciously to Yang Yiming: "Mr. Yang, did I really just fall asleep?"

"That's right," Yang Yiming said calmly, "I'm still sound asleep, otherwise you wouldn't wake up if I moved you."

Ding Zimu stood under the light, staring at Yang Yiming with dark eyes.His eyes were so bright that Yang Yiming suddenly had the feeling that a big man was about to appear again, so he tentatively called out "Ding Zimu?"

"Teacher Yang, I don't think you're telling the truth." Ding Zimu said very seriously.

"Ah?" Yang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the heat on his face that had just receded was now burning again, "When did I not tell the truth?"

"I must not have fallen asleep just now." Ding Zimu said with certainty, "I am a light sleeper. If I really fell asleep, I would wake up as soon as you called me. You see, the distance I am standing now The sofa is almost two meters away, it is impossible for me to sleep so deeply and let you carry me so far."

Yang Yiming stared at Ding Zimu viciously: You don't slap people in the face when you hit someone, classmate Ding Zimu, you usually have a high EQ, why are you so annoying now?Why is your brain so easy to use, you brat, aren’t you tired just now when you “became a living person”, shouldn’t you be delirious and let me manipulate you right now?

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming stubbornly, as if he would not give up until the truth came out, so Yang Yiming had to look away in embarrassment.In fact, he didn't intend to deceive Ding Zimu, but he still doesn't want Ding Zimu to know the truth.Ding Zimu, who knows nothing, will not fortify his sub-personality, so that he will have the opportunity to get in touch with "Da Ding" and even other hidden "people" in order to communicate with them, explore the cause of the incident, and find a solution. plan.But if Ding Zimu knew the truth, he would subconsciously take precautions to prevent the secondary personality from appearing, which would cause trouble instead.

Furthermore, Yang Yiming was also afraid of scaring him.Any man who knows that his body is controlled by two souls must be terrified, and this kind of fear does not help the immediate problem.

"Okay," Yang Yiming decided to tell a half-truth.He sighed, loosened his shoulders slightly, and said reluctantly, "Then let me tell you, in fact, you did fall ill just now."

Ding Zimu frowned fiercely, his body was still a little shaky, but now he stood firm: "Teacher Yang, please continue."

When Ding Zimu said this, his face was pale, and there were stiff smile lines at the corners of his mouth, but a pair of bright eyes stared at Yang Yiming without blinking, as if they had substantial weight, heavy.Yang Yiming suddenly felt atrial fibrillation again, and he asked: "Ding Zimu, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid," Ding Zimu said with a forced smile, "but what's the use of being afraid?"

"you are very brave."

"Should I say thank you for the teacher's compliment?" Ding Zimu pursed his lips, "Actually, I'm quite happy."

"why?"

"This is the first time I've had someone around me when I'm having a seizure," Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming, smiling not very well, but working hard.He said sincerely, "You don't know, I didn't know what happened to me when I woke up before. Sometimes I would be covered in bruises, sometimes I would be in a strange place, and once I was lying next to my house In a small yard that has been demolished in half, the body is covered in mud, and the wallet and mobile phone are all gone, not even the 50 yuan watch I bought in the small commodity market... There is a wild dog lying beside me, It's so dirty that I can't even imagine it, probably because my body is warm, and it sleeps soundly against me."

Ding Zimu smiled wryly, the fear in his eyes could no longer be hidden, his pupils shrank, he took a deep breath and said, "At that time, I was lying in a pile of broken bricks and tiles, my whole body hurt like hell, I don't know if I was beaten by someone, or by those broken bricks. The only hope in my heart is that there is someone, even if it is the person who robbed me, as long as he can stand up and tell me what happened to me , let me do whatever I want.”

Ding Zimu took a slight step forward and got a little closer to Yang Yiming. For some reason, Yang Yiming felt that he could see his own face in Ding Zimu's pupils, and there was an expression that could almost be called "distressed".

"So, Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said, "please tell me what happened to me just now."

"We were chatting, do you remember?"

"Remember, I was probably talking about work. You asked me about the work in the bakery."

"Do you remember the details?"

Ding Zimu thought about it suspiciously, then shook his head: "I forgot."

Yang Yiming thought for a moment and said: "I asked you about the work in the bakery, and you said that there are many children running in the shop. When you said that there are a lot of children, you suddenly stopped talking, and then you stood up and walked to the bakery just now. In that position. I was very strange, so I asked you what you wanted to do, but no matter how I asked you, you didn’t speak, so I grabbed your shoulder and tried to shake you, and at this moment you suddenly woke up.”

"That's it?"

Yang Yiming shrugged, pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "Look, how long is it? What can you do with such a short time?"

"Did I...didn't do anything excessive?" Ding Zimu asked cautiously and urgently.

"How much can it go too far?" Yang Yiming stretched out his hand and pressed Ding Zimu's shoulder slightly, he comforted Ding Zimu and said, "You won't walk or talk when you are dazed, let me push you. Just fell down, what else can you do too much?"

"When I was like this before, I beat people." Ding Zimu whispered, "I..."

"No!" Yang Yiming said sharply, "You don't know how to hit someone, Ding Zimu, remember, if you hit someone, it must be that person who violated you. You have never actively hurt others. .”

It was probably the first time someone praised and trusted Ding Zimu so unreservedly, and he was shocked for a moment.Yang Yiming said affirmatively: "Based on what I know about you and the forms you filled out, I am sure that you will not take the initiative to violate others."

"Then, Teacher Yang, I... what's going on?" Ding Zimu's voice was full of fear.

"I don't know." Yang Yiming said as calmly as possible, "Psychological diagnosis requires a long process. It is normal for the treatment to last for a year or even a few years. We have hardly officially started yet, so I can't make a judgment."

Yang Yiming paused, changed his tone, and said more firmly: "No matter how many years, I will be with you."

Ding Zimu's eyes suddenly widened, and a look of joy from the heart emerged.

"So, don't be nervous and don't be afraid, there won't be any surprises.

Ding Zimu seemed to have accepted Yang Yiming's explanation, and his complexion improved a lot. He asked, "Then I...didn't scare you just now, did I?"

"Scared me?" Yang Yiming thought it was a bit ridiculous, but in fact he was more worried that Ding Zimu would be frightened.

"Your face looks..."

Yang Yiming touched his face involuntarily, thinking that I was basically scared by himself, he waved his hand: "It's okay, I... just a little tired."

Ding Zimu immediately said, "It's getting late, I'll go back first, Mr. Yang, you should rest earlier." Although he was still a little depressed, it could be seen that he was trying to make himself happier.

"You can stay with me today," Yang Yiming said earnestly, "It's already past nine o'clock, besides, your mood is not stable today, I'm worried..."

Before Yang Yiming finished speaking, Ding Zimu shook his head and refused: "I'd better go back, I'm very tired."

"I'll see you off." Yang Yiming didn't give Ding Zimu a chance to refuse, so he went directly to the porch to put on his shoes and get the car keys.

"Thank you," Ding Zimu said in a low voice, "You don't have to see me off, I want to go."

"I'll go with you."

***

Yang Yiming put his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and silently accompanied Ding Zimu to walk slowly along the sidewalk planted with sycamores.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu suddenly asked in a deep voice, "What will happen if my illness can't be cured...?"

"Why do you think so?" Yang Yiming said in as relaxed a voice as possible, "Why can't it be cured?"

Ding Zimu stood still, looking at a large sycamore leaf book lying on the ground, "I want to know what the worst can be."

"You have to be optimistic, student Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's back vigorously, and said, "Do you not trust me?"

"Mr. Yang, of course I can trust you. But some things are beyond the reach of manpower, and no matter how hard we try, it is useless." Ding Zimu turned around and looked at Yang Yiming and said, "I have understood this truth since I was very young. Yes, people, sometimes you have to accept your fate."

"Then what is your life like?"

Ding Zimu was silent.

The autumn wind blew past, rolled up the dust and fallen leaves on the street, and there was a choking smell in the air.Yang Yiming felt that his mouth was full of dust, bitter and astringent.But even so, he didn't dare to ask Ding Zimu.For some reason, he felt that Ding Zimu was very fragile at this moment, and even the gusts of autumn wind could hurt him.Yang Yiming was willing to wait like this until Ding Zimu was willing to speak. He just felt a little distressed, because he knew that Ding Zimu must be a person with "fate" but not "luck".Perhaps in his more than 20 years of life, what he has always lacked is that little bit of luck.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said suddenly, "Actually..." He half-turned his face and stared straight at Yang Yiming. Under the dim street lamp, his half-bright face seemed to be covered with a shell. , expressionless but frightening.

"What?" Yang Yiming asked softly, he was not afraid of Ding Zimu like this, he just felt sorry for that curled up soul that was always hiding behind the mask.

"Actually, I should have died long ago."