my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming looked sideways at Ding Zimu: "Weren't you afraid before?"

"I don't know," Ding Zimu looked at the scenery passing by the window, his expression was a little dazed, "When I lived there before, I just thought it was dirty and shabby, and I didn't like it, especially when my father was at home. ...It's not so much fear as hatred, I hate everything there. In fact, I am the happiest when my parents are not at home. I can stay at home alone without eating all day."

"Not eating?"

"I just want to be alone, very safe, every minute and every second is precious...Eating...I feel like a waste of time."

"Do you still want to be alone now?"

"Sometimes I also want to." Ding Zimu rubbed his brows, and the misty look in his eyes became more serious, "But I want to stay with everyone more, you said, let me get in touch with people more, I think it's good .”

"Will it be boring or annoying to be with me?"

Ding Zimu shook his head, and finally turned his gaze back from the window. He looked at Yang Yiming seriously: "Teacher Yang, why do you ask such a question?"

Yang Yiming smiled and said nothing, he didn't know why he asked such a question, he seemed to want to confirm his position in Ding Zimu's mind through these questions again and again.

But what if you are sure?

Yang Yiming never imagined that this relationship would be able to get Ding Zimu's response. Putting aside the relationship between the consultant and the patient, and only talking about Ding Zimu's "love phobia", this relationship has no future.not to mention……

Yang Yiming smiled wryly.

For Ding Zimu, the best of the four common DID treatments are undoubtedly "occupational therapy" and "family therapy". Communicate and collaborate.The latter can rebuild Ding Zimu's family outlook, help him better integrate into normal family life, and thus better integrate into society.Of course, the so-called "normal" family life never includes forming a family with yourself.

Therefore, neither of these two treatments has a place for him, Yang Yiming.

"I just asked casually," Yang Yiming said lightly, "I hope you can live steadily with me, don't think so much, and don't worry."

"I know," Ding Zimu said with a smile.

Yang Yiming said in his heart, no, silly boy, you don't know anything.

The car was moving fast, and Yang Yiming drove around the small garden: "Want to go down and have a look?"

Ding Zimu frowned: "No, I don't want to go."

"And where do we go?"

"Go to the orphanage." Ding Zimu said, "I want to see that painting."

It was past lunch time when the two arrived at the orphanage, the children were all on their lunch break, and the building was quiet.Ding Zimu and Yang Yiming quietly came to the painting without disturbing anyone.

"How about it?"

"Actually, I have seen this painting for many years." Ding Zimu said, "I can see this painting every time I walk through the corridor. After seeing too much, I don't have any special impression."

"Yes, the more it is in front of you, the easier it is to be ignored." Yang Yiming shrugged, "As the saying goes, it's 'darkness under the lamp'."

"But now I think this painting... looks very... very... messy."

"What kind of mess?"

"It's the kind of mess that makes people upset."

"Because you are distracted when you are painting." Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's shoulder comfortingly, "Okay, let's go back, I see your face is ugly, can you go back and sleep for a while?"

Ding Zimu nodded mechanically: "Mr. Yang, how long can I stay at your house?"

"How long do you want to stay?"

"Can I live as long as I want?"

Yang Yiming grabbed Ding Zimu's shoulders, walked out with his arms around him, and said as he walked, "You can stay as long as you want. Didn't we talk? You can cook for me as rent."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"What's the reason for this?" Yang Yiming gritted his teeth and said, "I like you, you are handsome and clever, and your craftsmanship is so good. In the future, you will open a dessert shop to make money and become a big boss. I still have to hug your big thick legs." .”

Ding Zimu forced a smile: "I will give you a lifetime free VIP card."

"You said it, don't forget." Yang Yiming raised his head and smiled, pouring all the bitterness back into his mouth and swallowing it.

Silly boy, what do I want you to do with a lifetime free card?

***

When the car drove past the bakery, Ding Zimu asked Yang Yiming to stop the car, and when the two of them walked into the shop, the little girl at the cash register jumped up happily: "Mumu, you are back, it's great, if you don't come back this month The bonus is gone."

"He came to ask for leave." Yang Yiming said without thinking, "He needs to rest and won't come next week."

The little girl's chin hit the ground with a "bang", and tears immediately piled up in her eyes.

Ding Zimu was a little reluctant: "It won't take a week."

"Just one week," Yang Yiming said in an unquestionable tone, "There is nothing to discuss about this matter."

The little girl shook her voice and shouted: "Boss!"

After a while, Yuan Qiao ran out from inside: "What's the matter...ah, Mumu, you're here!"

Yang Yiming didn't give Yuan Qiao a chance to speak: "Ask for leave for a week."

Yuan Qiao pursed his lips in grievance, remembering that he once patted his chest and said "willing to wait", all he had to do was bear the humiliation and nodded "Okay."

Ding Zimu couldn't bear it, so he said, "Brother Yuan, it won't take a week. I think I can come to work in two days."

"Ding Zimu, is it up to you or me?" Yang Yiming said in a deep voice, he couldn't control his anger in front of Yuan Qiao.

Ding Zimu smiled kindly: "I listen to you."

Yuan Qiao glanced at Yang Yiming and nodded inexplicably: "Understood."

The cashier girl witnessed the whole process, she scratched her hair, "Boss, what do you know?"

Coming out of the bakery, Ding Zimu said: "Mr. Yang, I think I am really lucky. You and Brother Yuan are both very good people. I don't know how I am so lucky."

"There are so many good people in this world," Yang Yiming turned the steering wheel and said, "It's a high probability event."

"Is there a high probability?" Ding Zimu suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Yiming, "Mr. Yang, I have watched "Shutter Island"."

Yang Yiming understood what Ding Zimu wanted to say in an instant, he turned to the light and parked beside him: "Ding Zimu, the confinement island is an island, and there are not many people on the whole island. You can count how many people are around you. The welfare home is just around the corner." Hundreds. Even if we set up a stage to act in a play, where can we find so many extras?"

Ding Zimu swallowed: "Then, those around me... are all...really?"

"How do you want to prove it?" Yang Yiming looked straight at him and asked, "How can I prove that I am real? How do you want me to prove that all this is real and not a scientific research project."

Ding Zimu shook his head anxiously: "I don't know." He said slowly, "Teacher Yang, I'm a little scared. I'm afraid that when I wake up one day, I'll have nothing. Teacher Feng is gone, and Luo Yang is gone. No, Brother Yuan is gone, Brother Zheng is gone, and you are gone too."

"Who?" Yang Yiming heard an unfamiliar name from the string of words, and he immediately asked: "Who did you just say Brother Zheng was?"

"Brother Zheng is..." Ding Zimu's eyes slowly widened, "Teacher Yang?" Ding Zimu's voice was pleading and trembling, as if Brother Zheng would still be Brother Zheng if Yang Yiming said a word.

"Ding Zimu, think about it, when did you know Brother Zheng?"

"I... seem to have known him for a long time," Ding Zimu said, "I can't remember the exact time, but I really have known him for a long time... Teacher Yang, is he real?"

"I don't know," Yang Yiming shook his head honestly, "Ding Zimu, I've never heard you mention this 'Brother Zheng' before...wait a minute," Yang Yiming gestured with his hand, "I seem to have heard of this 'Zheng brother'. Does it have anything to do with Grandma Zheng?"

"Brother Zheng..." Ding Zimu choked for a moment and said, "He treats me very well, really, he takes special care of me. He will cook for me when I get home late from get off work, and the beef rice he makes is very good ..."

"What's the matter?" Yang Yiming noticed Ding Zimu's hesitation, and he asked, "What's the matter with the beef?"

"Beef..." Ding Zimu breathed out, "I remember, I cooked beef for me two months ago, I said there were my new vegetables in the refrigerator, and he said no... No, no, no, it should be that he said there are new ones. The food I bought, but I didn’t find it... It’s not, it should be..." Ding Zimu became more and more confused, and the more he talked, the more panicked he became, and finally he ran out of words.He looked at Yang Yiming, and said in a crying voice, "Mr. Yang, Brother Zheng is very good to me."

Yang Yiming immediately realized that this topic could no longer be continued. Ding Zimu's endurance today was already at the limit, and any sentence might be the last straw.

"I think I treat you pretty well," Yang Yiming said with a deliberately relaxed smile, "Ding Zimu, you're a little too nervous, don't be suspicious."

"No, no, no," Ding Zimu shook his head desperately, "Teacher Yang, I...I can't remember...I...I don't know what Brother Zheng's name is!"

Yang Yiming sighed silently in his heart: "But Teacher Feng knows Brother Zheng, she told me about it, you see, the person that Teacher Feng knows, how could it be..."

"Teacher Feng, she doesn't know." Ding Zimu yelled brokenly, "She doesn't know! She doesn't know! She hasn't met Brother Zheng, I told her everything! But... I don't know Make sure this person... exists or not."

Yang Yiming reached out and grabbed Ding Zimu's hand, gripping it so hard that he could even feel the other's phalanx pressing against his palm, but he didn't relax, but exerted even more force: "Ding Zimu, stop!"

Ding Zimu gasped and stopped, his eyes were red and messy, and he looked at Yang Yiming beggingly: "Teacher Yang, for 22 years, apart from Teacher Feng, Brother Zheng has been the best person to me."

Yang Yiming's heart tightened, and he felt that his eyes were also burning hot and painful.

"Just... there can't be one person, even one person, who really likes me and treats me well?" Ding Zimu hoarsely voiced, as if he was questioning the world, "It's okay to have one person, I just want to be alone. enough!"

Yang Yiming decisively pulled Ding Zimu into his arms. Through the handlebar of the car, he hugged Ding Zimu tightly and said in his ear: "Ding Zimu, I really like you."

Ding Zimu's rapid breathing stopped suddenly, and after a while, Yang Yiming heard a choked sob coming from his shoulder, followed by a series of sobs.It was as if a gate imprisoning Ding Zimu broke open, and all the emotions rushed in. Ding Zimu cried bitterly, and the crying echoed in the narrow carriage, smashing into Yang Yiming's heart one by one.

***

After a long time, maybe very short, Yang Yiming felt that he seemed to have lost his sense of time. In the chaos and heartache, he heard Ding Zimu's crying gradually stop.

"Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming called softly, but he didn't know what to say after shouting, so he patted the back of Ding Zimu's neck and said simply, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

"En." Ding Zimu's suppressed voice came.

"I will always be here,"

"Well," Ding Zimu snorted again, and after a long while, he said sullenly, "Are you...will you really be here?"

Yang Yiming took a deep breath and said firmly, "I am the truth, I will not lie to you."

"Ah."

"Do you want me to prove it?" Yang Yiming blinked and said with a smile, "I suddenly thought of a good way."

"No, no," Ding Zimu waved his hands in a panic, and said urgently, "There is no need to prove it, Teacher Yang, I believe in you, you must be...really."

"No, you don't believe it." Yang Yiming said with a smile, "You are just afraid of the worst result, so you dare not prove it. I have to prove to you that I, Yang Yiming, am Yang Yiming."

"I believe it, really."

"Moreover, I have to prove one thing, that is, since I, Yang Yiming, are real, then my promise to you is absolutely true and reliable."

Ding Zimu's eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them. He grabbed Yang Yiming with tears in his eyes: "Teacher Yang..."

Yang Yiming patted Ding Zimu's shoulder reassuringly, and took out a fruit knife from the co-pilot's small storage box.This was put in when he took Xu Zhujun to play in the countryside last time, in order to peel fruit for the little girl.

"Ding Zimu, you know that although DID patients have many personalities, they only have one body, so when Da Ding fights, you are the one who gets hurt."

"No!" Ding Zimu immediately understood what Yang Yiming wanted to do, and he rushed to grab the knife, but it was still a step too late.In a haze, he saw bright red blood gushing out of Yang Yiming's arm quickly.

"Teacher Yang!" Ding Zimu exclaimed, and immediately went to find a tissue.

"Don't panic," Yang Yiming grabbed Ding Zimu, who was spinning around in the narrow passenger seat, "Don't panic, it's just a skin trauma, and the cuts I cut in vegetables are deeper than this."

"But..." Ding Zimu trembled and could hardly speak, he could only repeat frantically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He apologized repeatedly, and tears were about to flow down again.

"It's really all right," Yang Yiming said, "Wipe your tears and see for yourself. I'm a big man. I just had an incision. It's not even two centimeters long. Don't cry like I'm about to give birth, okay?"

Ding Zimu raised his head, not knowing whether to cry or laugh at what Yang Yiming said.

Yang Yiming took two tissues from the bridge to cover the wound, and the blood stopped after a while.

"Look, it's okay." Yang Yiming stretched out his arm, "I am such a life-saving person, I can't be cruel."

Ding Zimu looked at the wound and said nothing, tears were about to drip down again.

Yang Yiming took out another notebook from his schoolbag and wrote on it: "Yang Yiming, a psychological counselor, has a slight injury on his left forearm."

"Come on, put this piece of paper away and put it in your wallet." Yang Yiming tore off the written paper and handed it to Ding Zimu, "You should always pay attention to your arms. wound, and saw this note in the wallet again. It means that I am also a fake, if not, you should believe me. "

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu murmured, "I...I'm a little vexatious."

"No, your reaction is normal," Yang Yiming said with a smile, "Anyone would doubt it at a time like this, and some people even think that the whole world is fake. Your reaction just shows that you have the rationality of a normal person. .”

Yang Yiming put his hand on the top of Ding Zimu's head, rubbed his hair vigorously and said, "Ding Zimu, you will get better, really!"