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In fact, it was difficult for Yang Yiming himself to tell what happened tonight, at least he couldn't tell what happened the moment Ding Zimu fell down.

He remembered that Ding Zimu said in a dejected tone: "Actually, I should have died a long time ago." The voice was lifeless, and Yang Yiming thought of the word "defeated".So Yang Yiming didn't dare to ask what happened, so he could only pretend to be smart and smiled and said: "There are so many 'should' and 'should'. If you say it like this, I have to die before you."

Ding Zimu glanced at him and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Yang Yiming said: "Can you believe it? When I was six years old, I went boating in the park and fell into the lake; when I was seven, I fell off the second floor; when I was nine, I was in a car accident on the highway; when I was 15, I had a cold and developed rheumatic carditis; Going to college, going out to drink with my buddies, getting high, fighting with someone on the road, the other party used a knife, and slashed me in the back..."

"Mr. Yang," Ding Zimu said, "You are not even shown in TV dramas like this."

"So, life is far more bloody than TV dramas." Yang Yiming smiled and gave Ding Zimu a hand, "Let's go, don't stand on the road and eat ashes."

Although Ding Zimu had no energy, he followed Yang Yiming obediently.This place is not far from Ding Zimu's house. Yang Yiming kept talking to try to divert Ding Zimu's attention, but Ding Zimu seemed to be immersed in a certain emotion and couldn't get out, and he was always depressed.Yang Yiming said that his mouth was dry, but he didn't see much improvement, but Ding Zimu was already very strong if he didn't collapse on the main road. Yang Yiming thought nonsensically, as an unlucky guy who had just been "robbed", Ding Zimu's reaction It's already pretty good.

Yang Yiming followed Ding Zimu all the way until he was sent to the gate of the community. He was even more worried when he learned that Luo Yang was working overtime today, so he strongly demanded to go upstairs to "drink a glass of water" on the pretext that dinner was "salty".Yang Yiming was so frank and sincere when he made up nonsense that Ding Zimu took Yang Yiming upstairs with guilt.When standing at the door and taking out the keys, Yang Yiming caught a glimpse of a poster of garbage sorting hanging on the wall of the corridor. He didn’t know whether it was a composition problem or a coloring problem. Be eclectic.Yang Yiming said casually, "This painting is really not very pretty."

Ding Zimu pushed open the door and said, "Teacher Yang, please come in."

Yang Yiming stepped into the door, and muttered: "The property of your community is the same, not to mention hanging a better picture in the corridor, this is too ugly."

Ding Zimu froze suddenly, as if someone had locked every joint of his limbs, his eyes widened, and he stared fiercely at Yang Yiming.

Yang Yiming stopped talking all of a sudden, he took a step back subconsciously, and opened his mouth to call "Da Ding".But Ding Zimu didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and firmly strangled Yang Yiming's throat.Yang Yiming turned pale with fright, all his words were choked up in his throat, so he had to use both hands to break Ding Zimu's hand.But the moment his fingers touched the back of Ding Zimu's hand, Ding Zimu suddenly let go of his hand, took two big steps back, and then collapsed on the ground with his head in his arms, as if someone had hit his head hard. land.

He curled up tightly, curled himself into a ball, put his head in his hands, and let out a choking sound.

Yang Yiming rushed over in two big strides and grabbed Ding Zimu's hand: "Ding Zimu, Ding Zimu, wake up!"

Ding Zimu curled up even tighter.

"Relax... Ding Zimu, what's wrong with you?"

"Head..." Ding Zimu made a broken sound, intermittently.

"What's wrong with the head?" Yang Yiming tried his best to drag him up from the ground.Ding Zimu looked very thin, but in fact he had a thin layer of muscles all over his body, and he was very strong. He grabbed Yang Yiming's arm, and Yang Yiming felt that he was restrained and could not move.

"It hurts..." Ding Zimu said in a weak voice.

"Go to the hospital?"

"No... Painkiller... tablets."

"I'll help you to lie on the bed first," Yang Yiming wrapped his arms around Ding Zimu's ribs, and dragged him up vigorously.Ding Zimu's entire back was stuck to Yang Yiming, and he finally climbed onto the bed with difficulty by rubbing his feet against the ground from time to time.

In just two steps, Yang Yiming felt that his chest was wet with Ding Zimu's cold sweat.How painful it must be, Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to touch Ding Zimu's forehead, regretting so much, today is really not a good time, Ding Zimu's condition is not very good, he really shouldn't wake up Ding.

"Ding Zimu, shall I take you to the hospital?" Yang Yiming said worriedly, "You can't do this."

Ding Zimu didn't make a sound, but stretched out a finger reluctantly and pointed at the bedside table.Yang Yiming opened the drawer and found a box of painkillers.

After Ding Zimu took the medicine, he closed his eyes and called out, "Teacher Yang."

"What's the matter?" Yang Yiming leaned down and asked softly with one hand supporting the side of the bed.

But Ding Zimu didn't speak again. After a while, Yang Yiming felt that Ding Zimu might just call himself unconsciously. Just as he was about to sit upright, Ding Zimu called "Teacher Yang" again, and Yang Yiming still replied softly: " I am here."

So Ding Zimu was at ease, he closed his eyes, his brows were tightly knit, and because of his gritted teeth, his mandible was touching the skin of his face.Yang Yiming watched helplessly as a fine layer of sweat trickled out of his forehead, making his hair drenched.Yang Yiming stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to get a towel, but as soon as he moved, Ding Zimu grabbed his hand.

Ding Zimu's hand was so strong that it hurt Yang Yiming. Yang Yiming simply grinned and sat on the edge of the bed, with his free hand covering Ding Zimu's forehead: "Ding Zimu, I'm not leaving, I'm here."

Ding Zimu's hand loosened slightly. Yang Yiming didn't dare to move this time. He let Ding Zimu hold one of his hands, and the other hand stroked Ding Zimu's forehead with slight force, trying to help Ding Zimu. Wood relieves the pain.

"Ding Zimu, shall we go to the hospital?"

"No." Ding Zimu squeezed out a word between his teeth.

"You can't do that."

"Row."

"I'll accompany you to the hospital

"Don't go."

It's an endless loop.

Ding Zimu took a breath and tried to open his eyes. Yang Yiming found that his eyes were all loose.

"Teacher Yang, I...don't go to the hospital." Ding Zimu closed his eyes after finishing speaking, "I'll be fine in a while, really."

Yang Yiming sighed, indeed, Ding Zimu's headache may not be solved by ordinary hospitals.All he could do was massage Ding Zimu's head slightly, whisper to him, and watch him relax slowly.

Finally, Ding Zimu's brows loosened.Yang Yiming called him twice, and found that he had fallen asleep, but his sleep was restless, and his eyelashes were trembling constantly.Yang Yiming reached out and pulled the quilt to cover him, but under his tentacles, he found that Ding Zimu's shirt was damp.

Yang Yiming hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed to the bathroom to find a towel, took a basin of warm water and went back to the room.Ding Zimu didn't wake up, and fell into a deeper sleep than before.

"Ding Zimu," although knowing that Ding Zimu might not be able to hear him, Yang Yiming leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I'll take off your shirt, it's wet."

Ding Zimu didn't respond.

Yang Yiming slowly unbuttoned Ding Zimu's shirt, the wet clothes felt cool.When the skirt was pulled open, Yang Yiming felt as if he had been hit hard by a big hammer: Ding Zimu's chest was covered with scars, which seemed to have been there for many years, and the skin at the scar had turned white, and there were some Several places showed a strange crimson, slender and winding on Ding Zimu's body.It can be seen at a glance that it is the trace of a slender whip, and there are a few traces that should be burnt by cigarette butts.

Under the bright lights, the body unmistakably reveals the nature of "abuse".

Yang Yiming felt that a fire was raging in his heart, and the overwhelming anger engulfed him.Even though he had expected all of this early on, once he witnessed it with his own eyes, he still couldn't restrain his anger.Back then, what kind of beast could do such a thing to a child?

Yang Yiming took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to take off Ding Zimu's clothes, and when his hand went around Ding Zimu's back, his fingertips sensitively touched the slight unevenness of the skin, presumably there would be no less injuries on his back.Yang Yiming suddenly felt that he didn't have the courage to look at it at all. He carefully helped him up, let Ding Zimu sit and lean on him, and took off his clothes.

Ding Zimu's head rested on Yang Yiming's shoulder, and his breath was hot on Yang Yiming's neck. Yang Yiming felt that he could feel Ding Zimu's heartbeat in his chest, strong and tenacious.

Yang Yiming pulled the wet towel and carefully wiped Ding Zimu's back. From his perspective, the skin on the back was even more mottled, and there were even obvious wrinkles in several places.Yang Yiming really wanted to wake Ding Zimu up and ask him who the hell could do such a thing, this bastard... is he still alive!

Ding Zimu seemed to feel it, he suddenly called out "Teacher Yang" softly, Yang Yiming stopped immediately, turned his head slightly, and asked, "What?"

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu probably hasn't woken up yet, and he only said this sentence over and over again, "Teacher Yang."

Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's back lightly and said, "Sleep well, I'm here."

"Don't go." Ding Zimu said.

These two words were spoken in a very soft voice, with a breathy sound, not very clear.But hearing Yang Yiming's ears was over a thousand weights, and it penetrated clearly into his heart.Yang Yiming's heart was full of these two words, and he was swollen. He put down the towel, hugged Ding Zimu into his arms, clasped his hands on his back, and whispered in his ear:

"Ding Zimu, I won't go, I will accompany you."

Ding Zimu stopped making a sound, and his breathing became long and even.Yang Yiming carefully laid him flat, took off his outer pants, pulled the quilt to wrap him up, and then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

How to do?

These three words were like three rolling boulders in Yang Yiming's head, which made him dizzy, and repeated "how to do" "what to do" and "what to do" over and over again like the echo of the valley in his ears.Yang Yiming didn't know how to treat Ding Zimu, he didn't know how to face Ding Zimu, he didn't know why "Yang Sansheng" became "Yang Duoshi" inexplicably, and he didn't know that he had atrial fibrillation at every turn. The final reaction is whether to go to the hospital to see a cardiology department, or to go to a dating agency for consultation.

So he just looked at Ding Zimu who was deeply asleep, all kinds of problems kept coming and going in his mind, and the chaos made him afraid.

He glanced at Ding Zimu who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He was a very handsome young man with a very gentle personality, kind and careful.Yang Yiming still remembers that when they first met, Ding Zimu noticed that Xu Zhujun went to buy drinks alone, and told people with heat stroke to drink only plain water, and brought Rendan—the bottle of Rendan is still in the small cabinet in the entrance. with.And the smell of that piece of cheesecake can still be recalled to this day, Yang Yiming especially remembers what kind of method Ding Zimu used to make Jingjing give that piece of cake to him...

This is a smart man, smart and tenacious.

He is so tenacious that no matter what environment he is placed in, he can be at ease. He lives in the place with the worst conditions, and with his original dream, he opens a small bakery.

Yang Yiming sighed, his atrial fibrillation started again.

***

Luo Yang listened to Yang Yiming's description of the process in the "Harmoniously Abridged" version and said, "I'm so lucky."

"What?" Yang Yiming asked suspiciously.

"I said Mu Mu is really lucky today. When he was sick before, there was no one around him. Fortunately, you are here today."

Yang Yiming thought to himself: For me, this is not necessarily a "lucky" thing.

The next day, when Yang Yiming called Ding Zimu, Ding Zimu seemed to be fully recovered.He said shyly on the other end of the phone: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Yang, for causing you trouble."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Remember." Ding Zimu said, "I had a headache, and then... you have been with me, thank you."

"Do you remember what happened at the door of the room?"

"The door?" Ding Zimu hesitated, "I...have a headache, and then...then you helped me into the house, didn't you?"

Yang Yiming gave an "um" inexplicably, gave him a few more instructions and hung up the phone.After putting down the phone, Yang Yiming thought, who is that person who strangled his throat at the door of the corridor?

**

On Friday afternoon, Yang Yiming took the time to go to the orphanage to find Teacher Feng. Teacher Feng said: "Actually, I have always suspected that Mumu is a psychological problem, because all the pathological examinations in the hospital are normal, and it is unlikely to be due to physiological problems. disease."

"Yes, he told me last week that there is still a pathology report that has not come out. I guess it should be normal."

"There's no need to estimate," Teacher Feng said helplessly, "The report has already come out, so it's normal."

"Sure enough." Yang Yiming said, "Mr. Feng, I came to you today to ask you about Ding Zimu's life before he came to the orphanage."

Teacher Feng thought for a while and said: "We are not very clear about the details. Mumu was not an orphan before. According to people in the neighborhood committee, he had parents. His father was a gambler and beat children all the time. I can't stand it anymore, so I reported it to the police two or three times; his mother basically didn't care about him, saying that he was going out to work every day, but I heard that he was also fooling around... You know, his mother is quite beautiful."

Yang Yiming nodded to show that he understood.

"Mumu has been very independent since he was a child, and no one at home took care of him, so he kept a dog as company. Later, his father probably found out about his mother, and the couple beat each other very hard. I don't know why. Speaking of Mumu, the quarrels seem to say that Mumu was born to his mother with someone else..."

Speaking of this, Teacher Feng paused: "You know about this kind of thing...men, so they beat me very hard, even with Mumu... When the neighbor called the police, his mother was already lying on the ground If you don’t move, Mumu also..."

Yang Yiming's hands were cold when he heard it.

"His father was sentenced to eight years for domestic violence, plus gambling, fighting, borrowing usury, etc. Anyway, the final sentence was 12 years."

Yang Yiming's heart tightened: "Isn't that already released from prison?"

"No," Mr. Feng shook his head. "He got into a fight in prison, and his sentence was extended, but we don't know exactly when it will be extended. Mumu never visited his father. Before Mumu became an adult, we We occasionally inquire about his father's situation in prison, and when Mumu becomes an adult, we will stop asking."

Yang Yiming remembered the mottled scars on Ding Zimu's body, stood up and said to Teacher Feng, "Mr. Feng, I will help him."

Teacher Feng also stood up subconsciously: "Thank you, Teacher Yang."

Two people, standing at opposite ends of the desk, seemed to complete a relay, passing a kind soul from one hand to the other.

When Ding Zimu was young, Teacher Feng protected him; in the future, Teacher Yang will pave the way for him.

***

When Yang Yiming came out of the orphanage, he received a call from Yang Shuangming. Yang Shuangming said on the phone that he asked Yang Yiming to bring some cake home.

"It's the one you brought back last time," Yang Shuangming said. "Mom quite likes it, and she said it's better than the one made in the bakery."

Yang Yiming smiled: "I bought it at the bakery, but the pastry chef is not an ordinary person."

"It doesn't matter how many shifts it is, in short, you bring some back. Also, be mentally prepared. Mom has been in good spirits these two days, and she has started talking about your marriage."

Yang Yiming's head was as big as a bucket in an instant.

After he hung up the phone, he called Ding Zimu, but no one answered the phone until it rang and hung up automatically.Yang Yiming felt a little uneasy, so he put away the phone and went directly to the bakery where Ding Zimu worked.

Pushing open the door, the crisp wind chime rang, and the sweet smell came to the face.Different from the rich, creamy and sweet aroma that permeates in ordinary cake houses, the aroma here has a subtle coolness.Yang Yiming felt like fresh bamboo shoots after the rain, sweet and refreshing.

With a glance, Ding Zimu was not there.Yang Yiming asked the little girl at the cash register, and the little girl pursed her lips and smiled: "Mumu, he's in the back kitchen."

"Do you want to make pastries?"

"No," the little girl said with a somewhat mysterious look, "Mumu said he has a new idea, he wants to make a new type of bread, and he is experimenting later."

"He's quite thoughtful."

"No, the hottest sandwich sold in our store is his creation. In the past few days, our store manager has been very happy, and he kept saying that we will send red envelopes to Mumu at the end of the month."

Yang Yiming became interested and asked, "Which sandwich?"

The little girl pointed to a small independent glass shelf closest to the cashier and said, "Buy it early, and I guarantee you won't be able to buy it when the evening rush hour comes."

Yang Yiming paid the bill with three yuan on a tray. When the little girl was about to pack it, he said, "Just pack two yuan. Leave one for me and I'll try it."

There are two small tables by the window in the cake room, with two soft chairs, which can be regarded as tea seats.The little girl paired Yang Yiming with a cup of coffee and said it was a "Mumu special".

Ordinary lettuce leaves, tomatoes, pickles, and ordinary ham meat. The dough is probably specially made, and it should be mixed with other grain flour, which has a unique mellow aroma of grain.But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is the sauce brushed inside, which has the aroma of roasted sesame seeds, a touch of sweetness, and the unique fragrance of basil.

Yang Yiming was sitting by the window, basking in the warm autumn sun. The coffee on the table was full of aroma, and the sandwich in his mouth made people feel satisfied.Yes, it is a sense of "satisfaction", the taste of food, the taste of sunshine, and the mellow aroma mixed with a little bit of just the right bitterness of coffee.This is the taste of life, there is bitterness and sweetness, but more of it is warm love, experience the satisfaction brought to you by the passing of time bit by bit, every day is fulfilling, every day They are full of aftertaste, not empty, not confused, not monotonous, and not complicated.

Yang Yiming slowly finished a whole sandwich, and beckoned to the cashier girl: "Ding Zimu's new research?"

"Well, this is what he researched when he first came. At that time, my sandwiches were not selling well, and the store manager said that he would cancel the order. But Mumu tried it and said that he wanted to try to improve it. My store manager is dead As a living horse doctor, I agreed. As a result..." The little girl said with a smile, "It has become a signature! The store manager has been saying to name this sandwich 'Mumu Sandwich', but Mumu said that this name is too Silly."

"Aren't you smart?" Yang Yiming said, "I'll buy another two yuan."

When the little girl was making sandwiches for Yang Yiming, the back kitchen door opened, followed by a scent of chocolate, followed by a pleasant and clear voice: "Teacher Yang, Why are you here?"

"Come and try the 'Moo Wood Sandwich.'"

"Is it delicious?" Mu Mu came over with a large tray, looking at Yang Yiming expectantly, "Is the sandwich delicious?"

"'Delicious' is not enough to describe it," Yang Yiming smacked his lips and said with a look of fascination, "How do you tell me to face other sandwiches in the future?"

Ding Zimu smiled, his slightly raised jaw revealed a sense of complacency that he couldn't hide and didn't intend to hide.

The back kitchen door slammed again, and a man also wearing a white chef uniform came over, holding a small cake cup in his hand, and said as he walked, "Mumu, I still don't think it's sweet enough."

"It's alright Brother Yuan, if it's too sweet, the bees will be killed." Mumu turned her head and said.

The man said reluctantly, "Are you really not considering another layer of maple syrup?"

"No matter how sweet it is, it will steal the taste of chocolate," Ding Zimu said seriously, "Brother Yuan, you want to focus on Venchi, such expensive chocolate, do you have the heart to use sugar?"

That Big Brother Yuan struggled for a while, and finally compromised: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Ding Zimu smiled and said, "Just listen to me."

Standing in Yang Yiming's position, you can just see Ding Zimu's triumphant smile, which is not only happy, but also a kind of self-confidence.It was completely different from the first time I saw him in the amusement park, that kind of confidence gave him a kind of brilliance.

Yang Yiming silently lit a white candle for himself in his heart.

"Brother Yuan, can we let everyone come and have a taste." Ding Zimu lifted up the tray and said, "Everyone come and taste, first the row on the left. Teacher Yang, come and taste, and help us check it out." .”

At this time, Brother Yuan suddenly realized that the man who had been silently standing next to Ding Zimu was not a customer: "Uh, hello."

Brother Yuan stretched out his hand to Yang Yiming: "My name is Yuan Qiao."

Ding Zimu added again and again: "Teacher Yang, he is our store manager."

"Yang Yiming, I'm a teacher." Yang Yiming also reached out his hand to shake Yuan Qiao's hand. He didn't mention the "psychological teacher" and was always worried about letting the other party know that Ding Zimu had mental problems.

"Ah, you are Teacher Yang," Yuan Qiao said enthusiastically, "Mumu often mentions you to us."

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu in surprise, Ding Zimu scratched his head in embarrassment: "I slipped my tongue."

Yuan Qiao laughed loudly, and rubbed Ding Zimu's hair vigorously while laughing: "This silly boy, he is born unable to tell nonsense, and there are all kinds of bugs from the first sentence!"

Yang Yiming smiled in unison, staring fixedly at Yuan Qiao's hand.

"Taste it quickly, try it quickly." Ding Zimu held up the plate to change the subject.

Everyone tasted the one on the left, and the one on the right after drinking half a glass of light lemonade.

"How is it? Which one is delicious?" When Ding Zimu said this, his voice raised slightly. It was not a questioning tone. He was actually very sure and confident in his heart.

Yang Yiming felt that it was right to insist that Ding Zimu go back to his old business instead of delivering the courier.

"I think the one on the right is delicious, but the one on the left is a bit bitter." The cashier girl licked the crumbs on her fingers, and said unsatisfactorily.

Ding Zimu gave him a "shut up, you tasteless little greedy cat" look.

"Teacher Yang, tell me."

"It depends on how you position this dessert." Yang Yiming said, "If you mainly target teenagers, especially children, then the one on the right must be more suitable, sweet, moist and soft; but you use Venchi, so Expensive chocolate can’t be for children. So, if you’re dealing with adults, especially those with some taste in life, the one on the left is more suitable, not too sweet, but the aroma of chocolate is enough and the taste is silky But it's not greasy. More importantly, I think eating the dessert on the left has a kind of..."

Yang Yiming stopped, and everyone blinked and stared at him, eagerly waiting for him to say more.

"I think about how to describe it," Yang Yiming picked up the last piece of dessert on the left side of the plate, put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully, "Well, it feels very down-to-earth. Too sweet, it will make people feel frivolous, Just the right amount of bitterness will make people feel at ease. Well, there should be mint in it, and it will be a little cold at the end of the taste. Be down-to-earth. Things that are too sweet will make people feel lost, and nothing but sweet is sweet.”

Yang Yiming stopped talking, and unexpectedly received Ding Zimu's adoring eyes: "Mr. Yang, why do you know everything!"

"This is the instinct of a foodie," Yang Yiming said with a smile, "I just love to eat."

"I also like to eat, but I can't eat so many ways." The little cashier girl muttered.

"You are a foodie," Yuan Qiao said with a smile, then turned to Yang Yiming and said, "Mr. Yang, I am convinced."

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming without blinking: "Mr. Yang, I..."

"I admire you so much?" Yang Yiming joked, "Do you want me to sign it for you?"

"Yes!" Ding Zimu nodded vigorously, and said a little embarrassedly, "You know a lot. That's what I thought when I made this. I just think that the taste should be progressive."

"Ms. Yang is indeed a psychology teacher," Yuan Qiao said, "You can see things clearly, but food can reflect a person's heart, especially desserts."

"Yeah," Ding Zimu nodded desperately, "Actually, I just did it based on my feeling."

"Waitress!" Yang Yiming popped out a word.But Yuan Qiao obviously understood, he nodded: "Yes, that's it."

Ding Zimu didn't understand what they were saying at all, so he looked at Yang Yiming suspiciously.Yang Yiming couldn't hold it back, he put his hand on the top of Ding Zimu's head and rubbed it vigorously: "It's okay, we are talking about a movie, go back and find it for you."

Ding Zimu didn't care much about the movie, he asked Yuan Qiao: "Brother Yuan, can we make a deal?"

"Yes!" Yuan Qiao smacked his lips and looked at Yang Yiming with dissatisfaction, "Mr. Yang, I think you actually knew how to describe Mumu's desserts from the very beginning, but you still ate the last piece of me!"

Yang Yiming shrugged: "It happens that Mr. Yuan, you don't like that taste too much, you prefer sweeter ones."

"You just said that the sweet one is more suitable for children, and the bitter one is the favorite of 'adults with taste'."

"I don't understand desserts, I'm just talking casually." Yang Yiming was extremely calm.

Yuan Qiao laughed again: "Mr. Yang, you are really interesting. I think when we release new products in the future, please come and help us check, okay?"

Ding Zimu whispered on the side: "Teacher Yang is very busy."

"Okay!" Yang Yiming said bluntly, "I can't ask for more."

Ding Zimu closed his mouth, he felt that today's teacher Yang said something weird, he couldn't tell what was wrong, but it was wrong anyway.

Yang Yiming looked at his watch. It was getting late. He said, "Ding Zimu, do you still have the bread you gave me last time?"

Ding Zimu thought for a while: "Is it the kind you said to bring to Auntie? There are more."

"I'll buy two more."

"What to buy," Yuan Qiao said boldly, "Our special taster still needs to buy bread? Come on, Mu Mu, go and pack two pieces for Teacher Yang."

Ding Zimu obediently packed two pieces of soft bread and handed them to Yang Yiming. Yang Yiming was not polite, and after receiving them, he told Ding Zimu to call himself if he felt uncomfortable, and then left.

After he walked out two steps, he looked back, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the bakery, he saw Yuan Qiao rubbing Ding Zimu's hair again, laughing so hard that tears almost came down.

Paws really owe it!

Yang Yiming thought bitterly, and at the same time lit another candle for himself in his heart, it was still white.

***

Mother Yang is suffering from ovarian cancer, and her life has entered the final stage. When she is in good spirits, she will talk to her children and play with her granddaughter for a while, and when she is not in spirits, she will fall asleep drowsily.Yang Shuangming hired a full-time nurse to take care of his old mother at home, and he was worried every day.

Yang Yiming went home to accompany his mother when he was free. At the beginning, Yang’s mother could chat with her for a long time. In recent months, the old man’s spirit has become worse and worse. Yang Yiming went home seven or eight times out of ten. talk.As the condition worsened, the old lady's appetite became worse and worse. The last time Yang Yiming accidentally told Ding Zimu about the old man's poor appetite, Ding Zimu gave him two pieces of bread from the store.

Ding Zimu said: "Mr. Yang, I made this bread. It is very fragrant, and it is very soft and easy to digest. You can give it to Auntie to taste."

Yang Yiming took it back with the mood of giving it a try. Unexpectedly, the old man quite liked it.This time he brought two more yuan back, and Mama Yang happened to be awake.

"Is it delicious?" Yang Yiming asked, "This is made by my students. If you like it, I will bring it back to you every day."

"It's delicious." Yang's mother ate half of it slowly, "Xiao Ming, Mom wants to ask you..."

"No." Yang Yiming sighed, "Mom, don't worry about me, take a good rest."

"Why haven't you?" Mother Yang sighed, "Aren't you in a hurry?"

"I'm only 30 years old and I'm not in a hurry."

"I've had you since I was 30."

"It can't be compared like this, mom." Yang Yiming said with a smile, "People get married late now."

"It's okay to have a partner without getting married."

"Your son has high vision, and most people will not take it easy."

Mama Yang sat on the head of the bed and said earnestly, "Xiao Ming, you also know that Mama is not that kind of unreasonable person."

Yang Yiming nodded. He came out of the closet during college and confessed to his mother and sister that he was bisexual. But what moved him was that both his mother and sister expressed their understanding after being shocked. The only requirement was that he could Clean yourself up.Yang Yiming remembered his mother and sister's instructions. He had been in love, but he never messed up.

"Mom, I really haven't met the right person." Yang Yiming said, "To tell you the truth, find a girl, I'm afraid it will delay others in the future; find a man, I'm worried it won't last long. You know , this circle is actually... quite chaotic."

"There are always people who are not chaotic," Yang's mother said with a sigh, "Actually, I am not forcing you, and I know it is very difficult, but because it is difficult, my mother always wants to help you with your eyes closed. Check. Don’t care about the girl or the boy, it’s safe for mom to take a look, isn’t it?”

"If there is, I will definitely bring him to you as soon as possible." Yang Yiming promised, "I will find one carefully."

"If you're a girl, you don't have to be too pretty, just be down-to-earth; if you're a kid...it's best to be honest, and live with you wholeheartedly."

The words "honestly and honestly" touched Yang Yiming, and he immediately thought of Ding Zimu, and Yuan Qiao said, "This silly boy is born unable to tell nonsense"...

Yang Yiming shook his head, feeling that he had been a little mad recently.

Mother Yang was not in good spirits, and she fell asleep after talking for a while. During dinner, Yang Shuangming asked, "Are you on a blind date? I have resources in my hand."

"Male and female?"

"Nonsense!" Yang Yiming scolded softly, "Have you ever seen a gay blind date?"

Xu Zhujun asked in a low voice, "Mom, what is homosexuality?"

Yang Shuangming blushed and gave Yang Yiming a vicious look: "Who told you to ask about men and women?"

Yang Yiming lay down the gun for no reason, so he could only shrug innocently.

"Junjun, you got it wrong." Yang Shuangming said with a smile, "Do you still eat braised pork?"

Xu Zhujun's attention was diverted in an instant, Yang Shuangming comforted his daughter, and raised his chin at Yang Yiming: "See you?"

Yang Yiming hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "See you!"

***

When Ding Zimu came home from get off work, he brought several freshly baked meat floss breads. Luo Yang liked to eat them the most. Every morning when he woke up, he boiled a glass of milk, and with a piece of meat floss bread, he could finish his breakfast.

Luo Yang hadn't come back yet, Ding Zimu leaned on the sofa after taking a shower and watched TV intermittently.The noisy mother-in-law on TV thinks her daughter-in-law is tricky, and the daughter-in-law thinks her mother-in-law is busy, and the daughter-in-law and her husband quarrel, and the husband can't help but slap each other...

Hey, Ding Zimu changed the channel decisively. Although he didn't have much interest in the vocational basketball game, it was better than watching husband and wife fight.

Ding Zimu put down the remote control, thinking of what Yang Yiming said today, he couldn't suppress his excitement.He's always been making desserts in a certain mood, but he's never been able to say what that feeling is, only that when he's in a bad mood, the desserts are terrible.For example, the last time I helped Teacher Yang clean up the activity room, I made muffin cakes in the cafeteria.But if you are in a good mood, you can also make desserts that satisfy you.