my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming found that Ding Zimu was sick from sitting down. From starting the car to returning home, Ding Zimu's eyes never left his arm.Yang Yiming smiled and stretched out his hand, grabbed Ding Zimu's chin and turned his head straight: "Look at the road, why are you looking at me?"

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said, "do you really not need to go to the hospital?"

"Go to the hospital with a two-centimeter cut?" Yang Yiming said, "Do you want me to be laughed at by the doctor to death?"

"But is the knife clean? Do you need a tetanus?"

Yang Yiming stretched out his hand and gave Ding Zimu a gentle push: "Go to some hospital, go home quickly, I'm tired."

The two walked upstairs together. Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu's side profile, and another shadow popped up in his mind unexpectedly. The anger in his eyebrows and eyes was still unfaded, and there were scars on his face. He squatted on his own Stepping up to him, he said with straight eyebrows, "Go to the hospital!"

The attitude is firm and cannot be refused.

That was Da Ding, Yang Yiming thought in his heart, did Da Ding see this scene today, did he know that "Brother Zheng", would Da Ding help Ding Zimu retrieve that memory... everything is unknown , but Yang Yiming is not in a hurry, as long as Ding Zimu trusts him, everything can be solved.

Answering home, Yang Yiming handed Ding Zimu half a white tablet: "Take it, go to sleep."

Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment and took it: "What will happen when I fall asleep?"

"It's nothing. Go to sleep and we'll go out to eat when we wake up." Yang Yiming pushed Ding Zimu to the door of the bedroom and said in a very casual tone, "Ding Zimu, whether it's you Ding Zimu or Da Ding , or Xu Lin, and I am Yang Yiming."

Ding Zimu stopped, he didn't dare to turn his head, he just stared at the door blankly: "Teacher Yang, I..."

"Thank you for nothing," Yang Yiming smiled, "Can we not say 'thank you' between us?"

"why?"

"No reason." Yang Yiming paused, "Go to sleep."

"Teacher Yang, you said...you like me?" Ding Zimu's voice was a little hoarse.

Yang Yiming was silent for two seconds: "Yes, I said so."

"I thought no one would like me in this life."

"How is it possible?" Yang Yiming knew that the "like" Ding Zimu said was not the same concept as the "like" he said, but he still couldn't help sighing.

"Mr. Yang, no matter what happens to me in the future, I want to thank you."

"Go to sleep." Yang Yiming gently pushed Ding Zimu and shut himself out of the bedroom door.

Yang Yiming was very tired but not sleepy. He sat on the sofa and watched a cloud slowly drifting past outside the window. His mind was empty and he couldn't think about anything. Every thought gave him a headache.He sighed and lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.Suddenly, a crisp bell sounded in the silent room, which was the reminder tone of an email.

Yang Yiming immediately turned over and jumped up, and jumped in front of the computer in two steps. The blacked-out screen lit up, and a small envelope flashed.Yang Yiming saw the string of English letters from the sender at a glance.

Friedman wrote back!

Yang Yiming was so excited that his hands were shaking and he could hardly hold the mouse. He collected himself and opened the email. The string of English letters flashed in front of his eyes. Yang Yiming only grasped one important point: it can be treated remotely.

Yang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, and finally grasped the handle in a daze.

***

Ding Zimu thought he would toss and turn and couldn't fall asleep, but when he was lying on the bed, he fell asleep without even a process.But he didn't sleep soundly, and there were always some fragmented fragments passing by in his dreams, which seemed familiar but couldn't grasp the edge.

Ding Zimu saw the courtyard gate of the old house. He was lingering in the bright and warm sunlight outside the gate. He looked at the dark and gloomy interior of the courtyard gate, and it seemed that there were endless dangers lurking; There was the sound of bowls and plates being smashed on the ground; he also smelled a sweet and greasy aroma, which should be the aroma of Grandma Zheng frying rice cakes; he felt something moist, hot and sticky slipping across his neck, as if...

"Mumu, are you back?" An old, trembling voice suddenly appeared.Ding Zimu felt that the thing winding around his neck disappeared immediately, the light in the dark doorway immediately lit up, and the quarrel just now disappeared.

Ding Zimu turned his head to find the source of the voice, but there was no one around him.It was the old voice that said, "Mumu, come and eat rice cakes."

Ding Zimu turned his head and looked into the door opening. It was messy but not dirty. The briquettes and Chinese cabbage piled up under the wall exuded a strong atmosphere of city life.A puppy running around in the yard looked at him with big wet eyes, as if it was a pet waiting for its owner to come home for a long time.

However, in the warm atmosphere, Ding Zimu vaguely saw a dilapidated 28 men's bicycle parked against the wall in a corner. The figure, only a little shadow can be seen through the spokes of the wheel.

Who is that?Why hide on the back of a bike?Why doesn't he eat rice cakes?A name suddenly appeared in Ding Zimu's mind: Xu Lin

Ding Zimu felt inexplicably terrified, he couldn't help taking a step back, and immediately heard a weak voice speaking, the voice was intermittent and completely inaudible.

"Xu Lin?" Ding Zimu stood at the gate of the yard and asked tentatively, "What did you say?"

"come to me……"

Ding Zimu frowned, and took a step closer to the gate of the courtyard: "I can't hear you clearly, what did you say?"

"...you...into..."

"Go in? Do you want me to enter the yard?" Ding Zimu raised his voice and shouted again.

In the yard, the kind voice said: "Mumu, are you back? Come quickly, come and eat rice cakes."

The sweet smell became heavier, and the puppy with wet eyes wagged its tail happily at him, as if welcoming the little master who hadn't come home for a long time.

Ding Zimu couldn't help taking another step in, his right foot had already stepped into the threshold of the small courtyard, the courtyard wall cast a shadow on him, obliquely cutting him in half, one half was bathed in the sun, the other Half dipped in shade.

One step, just one more step, and I can find that person, and I can find out what happened.Ding Zimu took a breath and raised his left foot.

"Stop!" said a voice, urgent and unmistakably stern.

"Who?" Ding Zimu put his left foot down, he was sure he had never heard this voice, he wanted to know who it was?

"Go back!" There was some impatience in that voice, as if Ding Zimu was a big trouble.

"Why?" Ding Zimu was a little confused, he asked stubbornly, "Who are you?"

"Mumu, why don't you come here?" The old voice sounded again, "The rice cake won't taste good when it's cold, come quickly."

Ding Zimu couldn't help looking in, and the child curled up behind the bicycle seemed to be shaking.

"I want to talk to him..." Ding Zimu pointed to the child.

"Go in if you miss!" The voice said impatiently, "Go back quickly, go back where you came from!"

"Why?" Ding Zimu panicked all of a sudden, in such a warm courtyard, he asked loudly, "Why can't you go, why?"

The man didn't speak again, as if he had exhausted his words and was too lazy to say another word.At the door of the empty yard, only Ding Zimu's voice was left asking again and again: "Why? Who are you?"

In the chaos, Ding Zimu suddenly heard a very gentle voice calling his name, the voice was far away from him, he couldn't hear it clearly, but it felt firm and warm.Ding Zimu stopped and looked around in surprise. When he turned his head again, the courtyard was gone, including the lingering aroma of fried rice cakes from the small courtyard.There was nothing around, and he immediately felt abandoned at the end of the world.

"Teacher Yang!" Ding Zimu called out a name subconsciously.

"Hush, I'm here," Yang Yiming's voice came clearly, right next to his ear, and he felt that he could feel Yang Yiming's warm breath.

Ding Zimu stumbled and ran in one direction. He felt that Yang Yiming should be behind the white mist, and he only needed to run one step forward to rush out.

With a flash in front of his eyes, the white mist suddenly dissipated, and Ding Zimu saw Yang Yiming's anxious face.

"Teacher Yang?"

"Phew, you're finally awake." Yang Yiming let out a sigh of relief. He was happy that Ding Zimu woke up, and he was even happier that Ding Zimu woke up.

"I..." Ding Zimu paused as soon as he said a word, because he could clearly feel the memory receding rapidly from his brain, just like the beach at low tide, the images that were full just now melted quickly, so fast that He couldn't react in time, and in an instant, there were only fragments of sound left.

"Ding Zimu?" Yang Yiming called out tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said slowly, "I just...seemed to see Xu Lin?"

Yang Yiming's heart tightened, Xu Lin was like a danger siren, he represented all of Ding Zimu's nightmares, and it was the period of history that Ding Zimu tried his best to forget.Yang Yiming knew it was cruel, but he grabbed Ding Zimu and asked, "What did you tell him?"

"I forgot." Ding Zimu was a little frustrated, "I actually forgot, I just vaguely remember seeing him, but I forgot what he said to me... Teacher Yang, I... "

"It's all right," Yang Yiming reassured him, "It's normal that he can't remember, he doesn't trust you enough, and when he gradually trusts you, he will naturally talk to you."

"But what if I can't remember every time?" Ding Zimu said anxiously, "You said there is another Da Ding, but I have never seen him, and I forgot him."

Yang Yiming had a strange feeling. He remembered what Da Ding said "I don't want to disappear". In fact, this person seemed to have never existed, and even Ding Zimu didn't remember it. Compared with Xu Lin, Yang Yiming found that Da Ding actually didn't want others to remember him. stop him!He is willing to hide behind Ding Zimu silently, but now he can't wait to come out and let everyone remember him.

Why is this happening?

Ding Zimu: "I want to know him, I want to ask him a lot of things, I have been living with him for so many years but I don't know him, I feel a bit strange, I want to ask him if there is any misunderstanding between us , why he doesn't want to show up."

Yang Yiming: "I can't answer this question for you now, but I have a guess, do you want to listen to it?"

Ding Zimu nodded.

Yang Yiming: "Da Ding once told me that in his eyes you are a weak person. But I think he misunderstood you. You are indeed not as fierce as him, but you are not weak, you are flexible and especially tenacious , Just like what you said, you are working hard every day to live a better life, but the form of realization is relatively gentle. It is precisely because of your flexibility that you can firmly control it without touching your bottom line My own. So, it’s not that Da Ding doesn’t want to see you, he simply can’t get out.”

Ding Zimu said in surprise, "I won't let him out?"

Yang Yiming: "He said it himself, you suppressed him."

"I... I can suppress him?" Ding Zimu said in disbelief.

"Unexpectedly," Yang Yiming said in a brisk tone, "Actually, Ding Zimu, you are an unbeatable Xiaoqiang."

"Then how can I keep suppressing him?"

Yang Yiming shook his head. This answer was also what he was after, but just like "Shutter Island", no one will know the truth until the last moment of this movie.Of course, it is also possible that no one knows what the truth is until the last moment, except for "Ding Zimu" himself.

"Ding Zimu, don't think too much, there are some things we can't figure out." Yang Yiming said, "I'll tell you some good news, do you want to hear it?"

"What good news?"

"Professor Friedman wrote back to me. He is in charge of a psychological research workshop in the United States, and his special project is DID. He can be regarded as a top-level expert in this field."

"Are we going to America?"

"No, your situation is not suitable for going abroad. You need to be in a familiar environment, so that you can relax as much as possible. Besides, the studios in the United States don't have the manpower and time to solve your problems now."

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I don't want it."

"What?" Yang Yiming froze for a moment.

"I... don't want others to take over." Ding Zimu said softly but firmly.

"I said that I will always be with you," Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to rub his hair, "Would you like to read Professor Friedman's reply? He is very enthusiastic."

"I... can't understand." Ding Zimu whispered, "I can't understand English."

"I know as long as I know it," Yang Yiming said with a bald mouth, "I'll take you to travel abroad tomorrow, we don't go in a group, we go on a self-guided tour, and let you see my English level."

Ding Zimu's eyes lit up quickly: "Really?"

Yang Yiming nodded, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

"Now that we're awake, let's go get something to eat." Yang Yiming stretched out his hand and pulled Ding Zimu up from the bed. The sky outside the window had already darkened, and the building opposite was lit up with lights.

Ding Zimu suddenly said: "I want to eat rice cakes."

Yang Yiming stood still: "New Year Cake? What kind of New Year Cake?"

"That kind of fried rice cake." Ding Zimu said slowly, "I suddenly want to eat it."

Rice cakes are not a rare food, many restaurants have them, but Yang Yiming drove around three or four Sichuan restaurants, and there were only glutinous rice cakes and no rice cakes. Ding Zimu was a little embarrassed: "Mr. Yang, let's just eat this, don't Ran."

"It's okay, there's a store selling Hunan cuisine in front, I guess there should be." Yang Yiming was a little depressed, he just found out today that the rice cakes sold in this city are all white, and Ding Zimu wants to eat brown-red Rice cakes are really rare.

"I'm not going." Ding Zimu said, "Let's just eat here, the glutinous rice cakes are also delicious."

Yang Yiming: "The problem is that I am greedy for what you said. To be honest, I have never eaten fried rice cakes, and I want to try them. Is it sweet? I don't like soup rice cakes in Fujian."

"Sweet!" Ding Zimu nodded affirmatively, "It's crispy on the outside, but soft and glutinous on the inside, very fragrant, and can be eaten with sugar."

"It sounds delicious, let's go, we must have a good meal today." Yang Yiming naturally dragged Ding Zimu to lift his feet and left.

Ding Zimu slightly bent his fingers, Yang Yiming's palm was very warm, the weather was getting colder, holding such hands felt warm in the heart.

***

Yang Yiming asked Ding Zimu for a week's leave, but after just three days, Ding Zimu couldn't be idle anymore.He tormented Yang Yiming all night, and finally got Yang Yiming to agree to go to work.

"Call me if you're not feeling well."

"it is good."

"If you're dizzy, don't do it."

"it is good."

"What if... what if Ding Kui comes?"

"Look for Big Brother Yuan."

"He wants you to go out with him?"

"Mr. Yang, I'm 22 years old." Ding Zimu said with a smile, "How can I be stupid again after suffering a loss once?"

"I'll pick you up after get off work," Yang Yiming instructed, "Don't go back by yourself."

Ding Zimu obediently nodded in agreement.

Originally, Yang Yiming was only worried about Ding and Xu Lin, but now that Brother Zheng and Ding Kuiqiang were added, he felt that he might collapse before Ding Zimu.But after a week, Yang Yiming was surprised to find that nothing happened.

Da Ding didn't run to his bedroom in the middle of the night, Xu Lin didn't hide in a corner, Brother Zheng was still just a legend, Ding Kuiqiang seemed to be scared of being beaten, and never dared to show up again.

Everything is normal, so normal that Yang Yiming is very worried. He always feels that this is the silence before the storm, and he is worried every day.But Ding Zimu was unexpectedly happy. Ever since Yang Yiming met him, he had never seen Ding Zimu so happy.

He was smiling every day, and his whole body was warmed up. Yuan Qiao curled up at the door with a handkerchief in his mouth, because the business was so good that he dared not sleep, for fear that waking up would be a dream.Girls from two nearby middle schools lined up to visit the "Mousse God".The little cashier girl defended her sovereignty with an inexplicable sense of pride that "Mumu is my family"—she never allowed other girls to say a word to Mumu.

Sometimes Yang Yiming came to pick him up after get off work, and he was not in a hurry to enter the door, but looked at him through the big glass wall, wearing a white chef uniform, and politely invited guests to try the newly made desserts.Yang Yiming would have an illusion in an instant, that is, he is the one who really has DID, and the chaotic scene in the past few days is completely imagined by himself, Ding Zimu is Ding Zimu, and there has never been anyone else.

If that was the case, Yang Yiming felt that he would really try to pursue him.

"Teacher Yang," Yuan Qiao waved at the door, "Why don't you come in?"

"There are too many people inside, so I won't go in and cause trouble."

"Business is good," Yuan Qiao couldn't help laughing, "it's like this every day after three o'clock in the afternoon, until proofing."

"How much salary do you pay Ding Zimu?"

"Uh...Mr. Yang, you're too reserved." Yuan Qiao complained, "Shouldn't we usually greet each other and chat about the weather?"

"I think you should give Ding Zimu a commission, and the salary has to be increased by 30.00% to be reasonable."

"His current salary is already the highest among all pastry chefs on this street."

"He deserves something higher," Yang Yiming said unyieldingly, "Believe it or not, it's easy for me to find a hotel and ask him to make desserts."

"..."

"I dare not say five-star, three-star is in my hands."

"20.00%?"

"thirty."

"25?"

"35."

"Okay, 30.00%, it's a deal!" Yuan Qiao signed the contract with a heartbroken heart and continued to whisper with a handkerchief in his mouth.

Yang Yiming pushed open the store door, and the wind chime made a crisp sound. Ding Zimu, who was facing the door, said habitually: "Welcome... Teacher Yang, are you here?"

"You are busy with your work, I will wait for you for a while."

Ding Zimu said apologetically, "I'm sorry, just now Luo Yang called me and said that he would come to meet me for dinner, but I haven't had time to tell you."

Yang Yiming thought for a while and said, "Then don't go too far away to eat, it's near here. Call me after you finish your meal, and I'll pick you up."

"No need," Ding Zimu couldn't hide his smile, "We won't go too far to eat, I just go back by myself."

"Even if you don't need to answer, Luo Yang has to send a girl home, right?" Yang Yiming made a gesture, "That's the deal, call me when you're almost done eating."

Ding Zimu then stopped insisting: "It seems that since the day I met you, I have been saying 'thank you'."

"I kept saying 'You're welcome'." Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to straighten Ding Zimu's scarf, "Go home early."

The little girl who waited in line for payment let out an exclamation, and Yuan Qiao, who was hiding aside, began to calculate whether Yang Yiming should stay in the store for a while in the future, so that the business would be better.