my boyfriend is too random

Ding Zimu stumbled and pushed his bicycle home. The summer evening was still hot. Every time he took a step, he felt that the water in his body was losing rapidly, and a fire was burning in his body, which made him extremely irritable. Kick the bike out and vent your rage.

However, when he thinks about that person frugal and frugal to work everywhere, he even saved up two months to buy this broken bicycle... Forget it, it was troublesome enough, this injury is not enough. I don't know how to explain it.

With a gloomy face, Ding Zimu kicked a broken cardboard box on the ground.

It was already late when the gate of the small courtyard was pushed open, and a smear of the setting sun hung in the sky, splashing so that half of the sky glowed a strange blood red.The air was filled with the choking smell of dust, and the sound of bricks and stones crumbling could be heard in the distance.

Probably another family has moved away, and the place looks more and more like ruins. The garbage at the entrance of the alley has not been cleaned up for several days. I don’t know how long this small courtyard can live.

Ding Zimu stood in a daze at the gate of the courtyard, and suddenly heard a gentle voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"Brother Zheng?" Ding Zimu shook his head to wake himself up. He carried his bicycle across the small threshold and walked into the yard. The air was shut outside, and it suddenly became cold in the dimly lit small courtyard.

"Why are you fighting again?"

"That man is too cheap."

"That can't be done like this," the voice raised slightly, and Ding Zimu saw a tall man coming out of the back room.

"Tsk," Ding Zimu gasped impatiently, "Could it be possible that you won't fight back? Er Que will just stand there for so many years,

Haven't had enough beating? "

"Look at you!" Brother Zheng said in a reproachful tone, "Haven't you been very down-to-earth these past few years, why have you started to get excited again recently? I have come here twice and you have been injured twice, you How anxious did he see it?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ding Zimu suddenly became irritable. He threw the car on the ground with a bang, and immediately raised his voice, "I know you blame me for causing that idiot to lose his job. But don't even think about it. When was it that I couldn't take it anymore and I made a move? Let me tell you, including today, as long as I can bear it, I will bear it, but the fuck I can bear it and others will treat me as a coward!"

"Then you have a fight, have you vented your anger, have you solved the problem? Even if you win the fight, look at your injuries. After a while he will see it and think about it."

"Whatever you want to think about!" Ding Zimu pushed Brother Zheng away and strode to the corner of the yard, picked up a washbasin and filled it with water, and was about to pour it over his head when he was grabbed by the wrist.

"Beware of catching a cold!"

"Tsk, are you annoying? I do this every time."

"Give it to me." Brother Zheng easily took the basin in Ding Zimu's hand. He watched Brother Zheng bring out a thermos from the small kitchen and mix some hot water, "Go ahead."

Ding Zimu took off his shirt and trousers indifferently, and stood in the yard topless, his red and purple bruises exposed in the dim light of the courtyard.

Zheng Ge sighed.

"Okay, don't sigh... When are you leaving?" Ding Zimu pulled a towel from a wire and wiped the water on his body indiscriminately.

"Are you driving me away?" Zheng Ge seemed to be annoyed, and there was a little smile in his tone, but the smile was very cold, and it made people feel uneasy.

"No," Ding Zimu lowered his head and wiped the water, "Didn't you just come back from a business trip, go back and have a rest."

"have you eaten?"

Ding Zimu shook his head.

"You give me some medicine first, and I'll make you some fried rice." Before Ding Zimu could respond, Brother Zheng went into the kitchen.

Ding Zimu threw down the towel and turned back into the room, and looked at the mirror on the closet in circles: his forehead was purple, there was a scratch on his face, and his lower eyelid was blue, but other than that, he was fine.Compared with the face, the bruise on the abdomen is more serious.Ding Zimu punched the air irritably, thinking that if he saw this, he would inevitably have to think about it again, God knows how to explain it to him!

*****

Yang Yiming slipped away quickly after dinner at his sister's house, without even asking his brother-in-law to drive him.The reason was that at the dinner table, Yang Shuangming asked him two questions, first, did he have a partner;

Yang Yiming put down his job and wiped his mouth and said, "Sister, I'm busy. I have to hand in a paper when school starts. Besides, it's the education committee's holiday, so I'm just hanging under him. I still have my own studio."

"As for your studio, the monthly income is not enough for the rent." Yang Shuangming has been good at which pot is not opened and which pot is carried since he was a child. After more than 30 years, this skill has been perfected.

Yang Yiming left his job and ran away. When he got home, he turned on his computer, opened a word document in a dignified manner, typed the title "The Negative Effects of the Information Network on the Psychology of Teenagers and Its Educational Intervention" and then turned around to browse Weibo.Just as I was happily swiping, an avatar on QQ started to flash.

"Xiao Yang, are you done with the orphanage?"

"It's over, it's very simple." Yang Yiming closed the Weibo page and concentrated on talking to Zhou Pei.Zhou Pei is the team leader, and he is a leader. If he talks half-heartedly to others, he will be in trouble if he says something wrong.

"How many schools are you in charge of psychological training now?" Zhou Pei asked.Usually, the psychology group of the district education committee regularly trains the psychology teachers of each school, and also assists the psychology teachers in counseling when encountering difficult psychological cases.Yang Yiming lacks practical experience, and his subordinates only manage two middle schools and one elementary school, and the workload is not heavy.

"Are you interested in taking over the orphanage?" Zhou Pei asked.

Yang Yiming immediately sat upright, and he was silent for a few seconds facing the screen, and his brain started working rapidly.Zhou Pei has always been in charge of the orphanage, and he managed it very smoothly. I don't know why he changed hands.If he really wanted to transfer it to himself, that would of course be a great thing, at least he could earn a little more money every month; but what if he had other intentions?

"Brother Zhou," Yang Yiming decided to pretend to be stupid first, "Brother Zhou, you can't do this, I just went back to work for you, and I didn't sign a long-term contract."

After Yang Yiming typed this line, he thought about it for a while. To a group leader who is a dozen years older than himself, these words are a bit cute, and they also mean that he wants to greet or refuse, although it seems a bit silly. But at least he didn't seem so impatient.

Great, send.

"This is a good thing," Zhou Pei quickly replied, "Don't look at the number of children in the orphanage. Most of them have unusual life experiences and a lot of various psychological problems. For psychological counseling with little practical experience like you It is a very good opportunity for me to hone my skills as a teacher. Although the workload may be a bit larger, I can accumulate a lot of cases in a year. Look at how many papers you have published in municipal journals in the past two years. If you go to the orphanage for a year, find a case study, don’t dare to say anything else, there is still a certainty that it will be published in publications above the provincial level.”

Yang Yiming stared at those few lines of words, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up, his grin grew bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't help laughing hehehe.

"Brother Zhou, you did a good job, what are you doing?" Yang Yiming laughed wildly on the screen, but his subordinates still had to be modest.

"Aren't I too busy?" Zhou Pei made a helpless expression, "My studio is doing well, and there are a lot of people consulting recently. Besides, you are currently in the development period and need to accumulate experience .”

Yang Yiming opened his mouth wide and tried to make his tone more modest and polite. He praised Zhou Pei a lot, and at the same time said that he was not experienced enough and would trouble Teacher Zhou for help in the future.

Zhou Pei returned a smiling face: "You are also an independent psychological counselor. Experience in our field is the most important thing. You are a young man under 30 years old. It is already pretty good to be able to receive counseling now. You are quite capable. Yes. But your cases are still transferred from the school after all, and the problems are relatively common. If you can complete a few particularly typical and difficult consultations, you will gain a reputation at once, and your business will be much better in the future."

Yang Yiming is deeply convinced that his ultimate dream of earning 3000 an hour has never changed.

He walked around the room twice excitedly, forced himself to calm down and said goodbye to Zhou Pei.Then he rushed into the bathroom and poured a handful of cold water on his head. The pie fell on his head, and he couldn't help but feel excited.He suddenly remembered the painting signed by "Xu Lin" in the corridor. He decided to look through the previous medical records to see if he could find any clues. He was very interested in this "Xu Lin".

Because this "Xu Lin" is very likely to be a "typical case", the kind that can cause repercussions.Yang Yiming will not let go of any opportunity that is beneficial to him and can make him famous and earn money, no matter how slim the opportunity is.

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It was already the morning of the next day when Ding Zimu woke up in pain. He slowly sat up from the bed, feeling that his whole body was in pain.He took a deep breath slowly, not surprisingly feeling a burst of muscle pain coming from his chest and abdomen.He lifted up his pajamas and looked, his chest and abdomen were bruised and purple.After thinking about it carefully, it seems that Brother Zheng told him a lot last night, but he couldn't remember clearly.He scratched his messy hair and felt that his brain was getting worse and worse. The nervous headache that accompanied him from a long time ago became more and more serious recently, and his forgetfulness became more and more bigger.Looking at the injuries on this body, it seems that he had fought with someone, but why did he fight?

Brother Zheng said...was he robbed at the entrance of the alley?

Ding Zimu sat on the bed, holding his head and thinking hard, his head was full of chaos, and there were indeed some scattered fragments emerging: a man, cursing and pushing himself down, but it seemed that it was still bright at that time, and the surrounding There seemed to be noisy voices... Robbery in broad daylight?

Ding Zimu let go of his hand, frowned and recalled what happened yesterday, but those scattered fragments were fleeting, leaving only blurred traces of light.Ding Zimu raised his head, and heard the sound of demolition workers smashing the wall with a sledgehammer. This place is becoming more and more unsuitable for living, and we really should move.

But where are you going to move?