my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming went out early in the morning and arrived at the orphanage an hour earlier.He calculated well, went to the canteen of the orphanage for breakfast, and at least five of yesterday's small breads would be eaten.When Yang Yiming, whose mind was full of small cakes, saw the menu in front of the cafeteria window saying "Today's breakfast: soy milk, mung bean porridge, deep-fried sticks, sesame seed cakes, eggs", the collapsed mood really moved the witnesses.

"Master," Yang Yiming asked shyly, stuffing his head into the small window, "Is there no bread today?"

"Bread?" The master was stunned for a moment, "We usually don't make bread, but sometimes we bake some cakes."

"Didn't there be bread yesterday?" Yang Yiming asked unwillingly.

"Breakfast yesterday was pimple soup and egg pancakes."

"Huh?" Yang Yiming held up the dinner plate and looked stupidly at the greasy master chef.

"Do you want to eat?" The master waved a big spoon at Yang Yiming, a little suspicious that this kid was here to mess things up.

"Eat." Yang Yiming resignedly took the deep-fried dough sticks to the dining table and ate a few bites. The food in the orphanage was really not good, it was comparable to the canteen of the teaching and research center, so Yang Yiming reluctantly experienced a kind of food during the summer vacation. The feeling of working in the teaching and research center.After eating, seeing that it was still early, Yang Yiming walked slowly along the corridor, looking at the paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

Yang Yiming likes to look at paintings the most, not because of his high artistic accomplishment, but purely from a professional point of view, paintings, especially graffiti, can reflect a person's true heart.Yang Yiming stopped in front of a painting.A child is drawn in the middle of the drawing paper, and there are two shadows under his feet, stretching out in a twisted and interlaced manner, extending to the bottom of the drawing paper.In addition, there are many lines intertwined messily, it seems that someone drew irregular shapes one after another, and then overlapped them.The background of the picture is full of irregular color blocks of blue, white, yellow, and black, and these color blocks are mixed together in a disorderly manner.The painter used a lot of patience and time to fill up the background of the whole painting, completely filling a B4 paper, leaving no gaps at all.

This is not the most special part of this painting. The most special thing is the brush strokes of the whole painting. They're all going to be cut through.

Just such a painting with messy lines and heavy colors shows a strange beauty when viewed from a little distance. The colors and lines hit the audience's sight, and there is a kind of shock that hits the bottom of the heart.

Yang Yiming took two steps back to look, then took two steps to the left to look, then moved two steps to the right to look, and finally leaned forward to carefully find the author's signature behind layers of colors.Finally, in the lower right corner of the paper, through the messy yellow and black lines, he saw a suppressed name: Xu Lin.

Yang Yiming was a little surprised. He thought that the author would not sign his name. This "Xu Lin" was obviously beyond his presupposition.Yang Yiming squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found another time. This painting was painted eight years ago.Yang Yiming smacked his lips regretfully, he was quite interested in meeting this "Xu Lin".

Yang Yiming took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the painting, and continued to walk along the corridor, and after walking halfway down the corridor, he suddenly stopped.

The summer sun poured in through the windows on one side of the corridor. Yang Yiming felt that the sun hurt his eyes. He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then turned around and strode back to stand in front of the painting again.He moved closer to the painting, searching inch by inch, looking for clues among a bunch of messy lines and thick color blocks, and finally saw a faint yellow block behind a yellow block not far from the signature "Xu Lin". The strokes, which were written in pencil, were eight years old.

eight years old?Yang Yiming smiled slightly, looked at the painting time again, and decided to try his luck.

Yang Yiming approached the dean and asked her straight to the point if she remembered that there was a child named "Xu Lin" in the orphanage eight years ago.The dean thought for a while and shook his head, turned on the computer to check again, and then told Yang Yiming with certainty that there was no such child in the yard.

really!Yang Yiming felt a little complacent, he knew that "Xu Lin" was not his real name.

"Do you have any impression of who painted this painting?" Yang Yiming handed over the phone.

The old dean held up his mobile phone, looked at it carefully for a long while, and finally shook his head.

Although Yang Yiming expected this result, he was still a little disappointed.

"Well, let me ask you from the Propaganda Section. They have always been in charge of the layout of the cultural wall in the corridor." After finishing speaking, the old dean made a phone call. After a while, someone from the Propaganda Section came. The man looked at it for a while, I took the painting back to Corey and asked around, but still failed.He said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, it's been so long since this painting, I can't even remember it."

"Mr. Yang, why are you asking this?" the dean asked curiously.

Yang Yiming said casually: "This painting is very interesting, and it fits certain phenomena in psychology, so I want to meet him. But it's not a big problem, and it doesn't matter if we can't find it."

"You said, this is a painting eight years ago?" The dean looked at the painting carefully again, and said with confidence, "I can definitely find it. I think this painting was drawn by an eight or nine-year-old child, right?" ?Generally, the children in the orphanage will stay there. Speaking of which, the author of this painting is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he should still be in the orphanage. I will ask the teacher to ask your classes, and it should be possible to find out. "

Yang Yiming thought of the age written on the painting, and smiled noncommittally. He knew in his heart that this child would never be found in all likelihood.

"But why does this child use a pseudonym?" The dean asked suspiciously, "Did he think of a stage name? The teacher didn't pay attention when he accepted this painting."

Yang Yiming: "Dean, I'm just curious for a while, so don't be too busy. I guess the child can't remember the painting eight years ago. It's a hot day, so don't bother the teacher and the child."

Based on the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, the dean hurriedly nodded in agreement.

*****

It was past five o'clock after the consultation ended on Friday.After Yang Yiming sent the last child out, he stretched.This simple psychological consultation room was just facing west, and the sun was shining straight through the window on his bare arms, which made him feel a little painful.The temperature of the air conditioner has been adjusted to 24 degrees, but it can't cool the room at all.

How can I go home?Yang Yiming had a headache.

Today, his car was limited. The orphanage and his home were at the two ends of the city, so he had to take three buses. During the evening rush hour, it would take at least two hours to get home.But if you take a taxi back...how much will it cost!Yang Yiming would never consider this kind of money-burning travel method at all. He decided to wait until later in the day, and he would miss the evening rush hour when it was cooler before taking the bus back.So, Yang Yiming wandered into the corridor, intending to read the paintings hanging from the first to the fourth floor again, and then read the psychological files in the reference room.

There are not too many children in the children's welfare home who are completely healthy mentally. If you don't have anything to do, if you know more about it, it's just a collection of cases, and maybe you can write a paper.For my technical profession, publishing papers is a medal, and the more the better.

When Yang Yiming strolled to the lobby on the first floor, he found more than [-] children making a fuss, and a kind-hearted man in his forties said with a good temper: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, if you make trouble again, don't take it with you." You go."

Yang Yiming curled his lips, who would believe the tenderness you threatened.

Sure enough, those little brats had more fun.

"Where is this going?" Yang Yiming asked casually.

"Amusement park," the man said with a smile, "we agreed to take them to the weekend carnival."

"It's a hot day."

"Children." The man shook his head, looking at the children who were making a fuss with a bit of doting.

Yang Yiming suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He looked at the big yellow car parked at the entrance of the orphanage, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it over: "A cigarette?"

The man shook his hand and pointed to the wall, where a striking no-smoking sign was posted.Yang Yiming shyly put the cigarette back, put on a polite smile and asked, "Then, are you driving them there?"

"Correct."

"Then, can I grab a car?" Yang Yiming smiled with a gesture of "we are so familiar with each other".

"Okay." The man was also straightforward, "There are still vacant seats, but I can only put you at the entrance of the amusement park."

"No problem!" Yang Yiming was happy. The amusement park was very close to Yang Shuangming's house. He could go there for a stroll and have dinner. After dinner, he either stayed at his sister's house for a night or begged his brother-in-law to drive him back. It's all about taking advantage anyway.