my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming inserted the key into the keyhole and didn't turn it. Instead, he knocked on the door and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't go in if I open the door, it's right at the door, okay?"

There was no sound at all inside.

Yang Yiming turned the key slowly, and with a "click", the door lock was unlocked.He gently pushed the door open through a gap, and through the gap, he found that "Da Ding" had turned off the light when he entered the room. The room was pitch black, and only a ray of light came in through the crack of the door, leaving a dim yellow spot on the floor. Light.

"Look, I'm standing at the door, don't be afraid, okay?" Yang Yiming asked softly.

The room was extremely quiet, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear someone whimpering.

Yang Yiming waited for a while, then slowly opened the door a little more, the living room light gradually spread in, and the place where the light swept became clear little by little.In the corner between the bed and the window, a figure curled up in a ball.Standing at the door, Yang Yiming could see his jet-black hair and a pair of hands tightly clutching the clothes on his shoulders.

Yang Yiming didn't dare to go forward, the child was in extreme fear, any disturbance might frighten him.So Yang Yiming said softly, "Son, can I turn on the light?"

The "child" finally had a slight reaction when he heard the word "turn on the light". He choked up and said a few words. Yang Yiming pricked up his ears to distinguish for a long time, and finally heard the word "turn on the light".

"This light is very bright, so be careful not to dazzle your eyes." Yang Yiming said in a smiling voice, and then turned on the light in the room.

The "child" was stimulated by the sudden light, so he tucked himself into the corner even more tightly.

Yang Yiming was startled by the trembling man, he froze at the door and didn't know what to do, it was difficult for him to regard the man in front of him as a real eight-year-old child, in his eyes, this man was Ding Zimu He is also Da Ding, an "adult", but when he became a "child", Yang Yiming couldn't accept it.

"Uh..." He racked his brains to think of something to say, "That... hello, my name is Yang Yiming, what's your name?"

The "child" shook his head and didn't speak.

"Then... are you hungry?"

Still silent.

"Can I pour you a drink, do you want a Coke?"

"Go..." The "child" made a very small voice, if Yang Yiming hadn't been listening attentively, he would have almost missed it.

"Go? Where do you want to go?"

"Go... go away..." the child moaned softly, saying the word "go" over and over again.Yang Yiming took a tentative step into the door, and the slight sound of footsteps startled the child, who suddenly let out a heart-piercing scream.Yang Yiming took a quick step back and left the room:

"I'll go, I'll go," he waved his hands hastily, "shall I close the door for you, and if you get tired later, you can go to bed and sleep for a while."

The child didn't hear Yang Yiming's words at all, but continued to scream on his own.Yang Yiming immediately took another step back and closed the door. The moment the door closed, the child's screaming stopped.

Yang Yiming sighed, Da Ding pushed the child out with great effort, but so what?This is a person who is isolated in his own world. If he doesn't come out, who else can go in.

Yang Yiming didn't dare to walk away, grabbed a sofa cushion and threw it at the door, and sat down to guard it.

With this watch, the sky will dawn.

***

Da Ding waited for a while, and found that the child had no intention of moving the place at all, and finally couldn't help it: "I told you not to be afraid, he is not a bad person, you are called a ghost!"

"..."

"say!"

"..."

"You..." Da Ding sighed and said, "You can't always be like this. You can tell me what happened, or you can tell Teacher Yang... Teacher Yang, we will help you."

"Woooo..." The child choked up and began to cry.

When Da Ding heard him cry, he was in a hurry: "Don't cry, don't cry, hey, why are you crying, I didn't say anything..."

"Okay, don't say it if you don't say it, don't say it if you don't like it, don't cry, be good."

After coaxing for a long time, the child finally stopped crying slowly, but still curled up in the corner with his knees hugged.Da Ding said helplessly: "You will affect Ding Zimu, he is scared to death by you now, if this continues, that kid will be scared crazy by you."

The child curled up there motionless.

"Boy, let me tell you the truth." Da Ding also sat in the corner, and said quite seriously, "Actually, I'm also quite scared, and I don't even know what to do in the future, but I do know one thing. Me, Teacher Yang, Ding Zimu, the three of us will protect you, you don’t have to be afraid, nothing will happen in the future, you can just forget about the previous things.”

The child was finally touched by these words, moved slightly, and turned his head to reveal one eye: "Really?"

"Of course," Da Ding said affirmatively, "We have three people protecting you. You know how hard I fight. In fact, one of me is enough. Now we add Teacher Yang and Ding Zimu, You see, no one can hurt you again."

"Will you go?"

"No, where can I go?" Ding said with a smile, "If I go, I can't take you with me."

"Grandma Zheng left."

"She's getting old." Da Ding said, "I'm still young, I won't leave, I won't leave even if anyone leaves, don't worry."

The child slowly raised his head, looked around the room, and fixed his eyes on the desk at the other end of the room.

***

At dawn, Yang Yiming stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water. The weather was getting colder and colder. After washing his face, Yang Yiming felt that ice slag had entered his head.He mustered up his courage, walked to the bedroom door and knocked on the door: "Hi, can I come in?"

As usual, there was no sound in the room, and Yang Yiming automatically and consciously took this silence as tacit consent.He gently opened the door, but there was no one on the bed, and he was not surprised to see a curled up figure in the corner.

"I came in?" Yang Yiming said softly, but there was no response.

Yang Yiming put his footsteps heavily, he walked very slowly, every step he took out clearly showed his own existence.He wanted to wake up the child, at least let the child know that he was approaching, and never scare him again.

But the man remained silent.

Yang Yiming walked to him, stopped half a meter away from him and sat directly on the floor: "Hello?"

The man seemed to be in a deep sleep, he curled up there motionless, the open bedroom door brought air flow, a breeze blew the man's hair curtain, revealing his smooth forehead.Yang Yiming lightly touched the man's shoulder, but the man remained silent.So Yang Yiming pressed the other person's shoulder a little harder: "Wake up, shall we go to bed and sleep?"

"..."

"Child?" Yang Yiming tried hard to think about how Yang Shuangming coaxed Xu Zhujun, "Good baby, wake up, shall we go to bed and sleep?"

The man shook his head slightly, as if trying to get rid of external disturbances so that he could sleep better.

"Good baby, wake up, okay, go to bed with uncle." Yang Yiming felt that he was perverted when he said this, but he still resisted the feeling of disobedience and continued, "Good boy, wake up."

The curled up person finally had a reaction, he slowly raised his head, eyes sleepy: "Huh?"

"Good boy," Yang Yiming nodded in satisfaction, glad he didn't scare him, "Shall we go to bed and sleep?"

"Sleeping?" The man obviously hadn't fully woken up yet. He blinked and looked at Yang Yiming in a daze, looking a little fragile.Yang Yiming felt that his heart was being clenched tightly. The handsome young man in front of him, with the innocence of a child, had a natural kindness towards everything around him, including the "weird millet" in front of him.

"Go, go to bed and sleep."

"I..." The man frowned, "Teacher Yang, why am I here..."

"Ding Zimu?" Yang Yiming raised his voice in surprise, "Ding Zimu, is that you?"

"I..." Ding Zimu rubbed his eyes, and when he wanted to move his body, he felt sore all over, and his body fell towards Yang Yiming uncontrollably, "It hurts."

"Who told you to sleep on the floor?" Yang Yiming couldn't help reaching out and tapping Ding Zimu's head, and he didn't care what happened to the living person after this big change, so he hugged Ding Zimu in his arms and supported him vigorously His body, "I'll help you there, go to bed and lie down for a while."

"I... fell asleep on the floor again?" Ding Zimu obviously remembered the previous experience, and suddenly panicked.

"It's okay, I'll explain to you later, don't be afraid." Yang Yiming comforted Ding Zimu first, and then said, "Come on, I'll help you over and stand up slowly."

Following Yang Yiming's strength, Ding Zimu moved his arms, legs and feet while enduring the numbness all over his body.

"Is it okay?" Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu worriedly, "How about... let me help you over there?" Yang Yiming originally wanted to say "I'll carry you over there", but seeing Ding Zimu's height is almost the same as his own, he Still quite self-aware, he swallowed the words back.

Ding Zimu said, "Teacher Yang is fine, I can walk over by myself." As he said, he moved his legs slowly and walked towards the bed.

Yang Yiming padded the pillow for him, covered him with the quilt, and reached out to touch his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever this time.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat, and then go to bed after eating."

"Not hungry," Ding Zimu shook his head, "Mr. Yang, what's wrong with me?"

Yang Yiming hesitated for a moment and said, "I suggest you sleep for a while, let's talk again after you have recovered enough energy."

"But I can't sleep," Ding Zimu said, "I can't sleep if my heart is not at ease. Why don't you just tell me, no matter what, it's better than letting my heart hang on."

Yang Yiming thought for a while and said, "Okay, wait a minute." After speaking, he turned and left the bedroom.Ding Zimu rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up, he didn't know what he was going to face, he was actually very scared, he couldn't help but run away!But he forced himself to stay here, and he said to himself over and over again in his heart, "Don't be afraid, the problem will always be solved."

This is almost his spiritual pillar. From the time he knew he had a psychological problem to the present, the word "can be cured" is his entire hope and future.These three words gave him too much longing, and made him have expectations for the future in a real sense for the first time.He is willing to change for these three words and become more active and active.

Of course, in his mind, these three characters are equated with the other three characters, and those three characters are "Yang Yiming".

After a while, Yang Yiming came in with a cup of hot milk and two slices of bread: "Can you eat something first?" It was a questioning tone, but with a firmness that could not be refused.Ding Zimu subconsciously took the food, and he smacked his lips in discomfort: "I didn't brush my teeth."

"Go wash up." Yang Yiming said gently, "Eat something after washing, we have a whole day to talk slowly."

Ding Zimu obediently got out of bed to wash up, and Yang Yiming looked at his back with complicated emotions.Ding Zimu's reaction today made him happy, he still remembered the panic when Ding Zimu found himself sitting on the floor all night last time, but today he was much calmer.This is courage and determination. Ding Zimu is far stronger than the man two months ago.

But Yang Yiming is also very clear that now is not a good time, it can even be regarded as a bad time, but Ding Zimu can't wait any longer.Da Ding has already begun to occupy Ding Zimu's body, and that child has begun to occupy his consciousness. If this continues, Ding Zimu will really disappear. Even if he does not disappear, he will live in an illusory world and never come back.

Yang Yiming absolutely cannot accept such a thing happening, he wants to keep Ding Zimu no matter what, and this requires Ding Zimu's cooperation.

Yang Yiming opened the bedroom window to let fresh air in, and then tried to calm himself down. He needed to have enough mental strength and preparations to deal with the various violent reactions that Ding Zimu would inevitably have.Just when he was about to leave the window, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of paper on the table next to the window, on which a pattern was drawn with a black signature pen.He picked up the piece of paper and looked at it carefully, his head buzzed, and a strong sense of fear seized him.

He has seen this picture, or he has seen the color version of this picture!

Yang Yiming's hands were shaking as he held the piece of paper. He didn't need to turn on his phone to check it out. He was [-]% sure that this painting was exactly the same as the picture hanging in the corridor of the orphanage that he took with his phone three months ago!Yang Yiming couldn't control his trembling, as if he was destined somewhere, he actually found the author of this picture, found that "Xu Lin"!

Yang Yiming couldn't tell why, but he just felt "scared". Maybe it was because the whole thing was getting more and more weird, which made him afraid; Or he is getting less and less confident, thinking that he can't cure Ding Zimu, so he is worried, and it is more likely that he is getting more and more unable to control his emotions and panic...

In short, Yang Yiming held the piece of paper, and was firmly controlled by overwhelming fear, unable to break free, until a voice sounded at the door: "Mr. Yang, you haven't eaten breakfast, or I'll cook some noodles."

Yang Yiming mechanically turned his head to look at Ding Zimu. It was his familiar expression and the gentle tone he liked. But behind all the familiarity and liking, what kind of Ding Zimu and what kind of "truth" is it?

"Ding Zimu?" Yang Yiming called unconsciously, as if to confirm the person in front of him.

"Huh?" Ding Zimu responded in confusion, waiting patiently for Yang Yiming's answer. At this moment, Ding Zimu looked calmer than Yang Yiming, more determined than a "normal person".

"Go...let's cook." Yang Yiming shook his head, deciding to give another face a cold face.

***

Although they have the same face, Ding Zimu's craftsmanship is obviously very different from that of Dading.Even if he lost his appetite, Yang Yiming finished the bowl of noodles.

Ding Zimu only ate half of his own noodles, and he couldn't swallow it.

"Teacher Yang, shall we talk now?" Ding Zimu said eagerly.

"Okay," Yang Yiming took a deep breath and said after cheering himself up, "Ding Zimu, I want to know, where is the bottom line you can accept?"

"Not crazy." Ding Zimu said simply. He pulled the corners of his mouth and said with a forced smile, "Actually, Mr. Yang, the outcome of this matter will not be based on my bottom line."

Yang Yiming nodded appreciatively. He liked Ding Zimu's reaction, which was calm and objective enough.

"You're not crazy!" Yang Yiming said firmly, "As I told you before, your spirit is very normal, rational and objective."

Ding Zimu let out a long breath, his tensed shoulders suddenly relaxed, he smiled softly, and said to himself, "It's okay."

It was a real laugh, from the heart.

Yang Yiming closed his eyes, he felt that smile was too eye-catching, looking at that smiling face, he couldn't continue talking at all.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said, "tell me, as long as I'm not crazy, I can accept anything."

A thought flashed through Yang Yiming's mind, too fast for him to grasp. He thought about it carefully, and asked tentatively, "Ding Zimu, do you still remember what happened yesterday?"

Ding Zimu said lightly: "Is it the day before yesterday?"

really!Yang Yiming sighed, he was still aware of it.

"I just passed by the living room and saw the clock on the wall. It's only 07:30 now." Ding Zimu said, "Based on this, I should have been woken up by you before seven o'clock, but I didn't hear the alarm clock ring."

Yang Yiming nodded.

Ding Zimu said: "During weekdays, the alarm clock on your mobile phone will ring at [-]:[-]. Just now I found that the mobile phone was placed on the coffee table in the living room, but I didn't hear the alarm clock. That can only mean that today is Saturday. Or Sunday."

Yang Yiming smiled wryly, "I don't think you're sleepy, your brain is turning fast enough."

"I remember Ding..." Ding Zimu couldn't help shivering, "Ding Kuiqiang came to see me on Wednesday, Mr. Yang, I lost at least two days of memory this time."

Yang Yiming nodded.

"I want to know what I... have been doing these two days."

"You have been with me," Yang Yiming said decisively, "you have not left this room."

Ding Zimu's face turned pale quickly, fear welled up in his eyes, but he still forced a smile and said, "I don't remember."

Ding Zimu's voice was a little trembling, with anxiety and fear, and a hint of begging, full of hope that someone would appear to answer his questions and take him out of this desperate situation.

Yang Yiming pressed his hand on Ding Zimu's shoulder, and he said, "It's okay, I will help you remember."