my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming opened his eyes with a splitting headache, and found that the square ceiling lamps on the ceiling had almost turned into octagons.He pressed his forehead with one hand, thinking hard: Why does the light turn?After thinking for a while without an answer, he sat up, but as soon as he straightened his back, he found that the entire room and the furniture inside were spinning rapidly...

Damn, I'm dizzy!He pressed his forehead and fell back on the bed.

He squinted his eyes, and took a glance at his cell phone from under the pillow. It was almost 11 o'clock, and it would be useless to go to school after all four classes, and at most he could make it in time for lunch.It's better not to eat the food in the canteen of the Experimental Middle School. Speaking of which, the food made by Ding Zimu is delicious...Damn it!Ding Zimu!

Yang Yiming sat up again with a groan, the furniture was still turning, but it was much better than before.He staggered to the window, pushed the window open a crack, and the northwest wind rushed in suddenly, blowing him a chill, and his head immediately cleared up.

Talked to Ding last night... Let's break up unhappy.Anyway, the young master slammed the door and went back to his own room.Fearing that something would happen to him, Yang Yiming squatted at the door of his room and guarded for an hour or so. Hearing that there was no movement in the room, he pushed the door open and took a look.Da Ding lay straight on the bed, not knowing whether he was asleep or not, motionless like a dead person.Yang Yiming hesitated for a while and didn't go in. He closed the door gently and went back to his room.After such a toss, it was almost five o'clock when he fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he could skip the morning work.At this time, Yang Yiming is particularly grateful that his working hours are flexible. As long as there is nothing wrong with the school, he can tell the school that he is in the education committee, and tell the education committee that he should go to the orphanage for consultation. If the orphanage asks, he can say that he is on the way back to school... As long as there is nothing wrong, no one will check attendance.

What attendance!Yang Yiming shook his head, the problem now is not attendance, but Ding Zimu.Thinking of this, Yang Yiming immediately put on some clothes, opened the door and ran out.As soon as the door was opened, he smelled the aroma of food.He sniffled vigorously: steamed rice, there is a faint fishy smell, is this made of seaweed egg drop soup?There is also the aroma of braised fish, and this one is a little bit offensive... probably it is hot and sour potato shreds.

"Ding Zimu!" ​​Yang Yiming shouted standing at the door of the bedroom, "Ding Zimu, how many dishes have you cooked?"

"Two dishes and one soup." A voice came from the kitchen, with the accompaniment of the range hood humming, it was as sweet as the Berlin Philharmonic.

Yang Yiming leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. It was hard for him to describe how he was feeling now, happy?easy?excited?Worry?nervous?There seemed to be some of them, huddled together in his heart, blocking his eye sockets with burning pain, and a layer of water vapor flew up.

"Mr. Yang, do you eat sausage?" Ding Zimu shouted from the kitchen, "I saw there are sausages in the refrigerator, should they be steamed with rice?"

"Okay." A good word came out, and the stuff in Yang Yiming's heart suddenly began to sort automatically, and they merged quickly, and finally merged into one sentence: Ding Zimu, he's back.This is a magical spell, and Yang Yiming instantly felt that the whole world was sunny.

"Teacher Yang?" Ding Zimu came out of the kitchen with two sets of bowls and chopsticks, saw Yang Yiming stuck to the wall like a gecko, and asked, "What are you doing? Wash and eat."

Yang Yiming tore himself off the wall, and when he walked past Ding Zimu, he couldn't hold back and stroked his soft and long hair: "Right away."

Ding Zimu was holding the bowl, standing at the door of the living room, listening to the bathroom door closing, there was the sound of running water and a slight clicking sound.He carefully distinguished it, and it turned out to be the sound of bowls and chopsticks touching each other.Ding Zimu quickly put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, took a deep breath, and stared at his hands for more than a minute before seeing them slowly stop shaking.

Back, finally back.Ding Zimu looked at this empty living room, the simple sofa and coffee table, and the cabinet of "The Domineering Prince and Pretty Princess", no matter how he looked at it, he felt kind and familiar, every corner was pleasing to the eye, everything he liked, every place It's all comfortable-it can wipe the floor and sing.

Compared to where I left, this is heaven.

Ding Zimu took out the food and put it away. As soon as he sat down, Yang Yiming came out of the bathroom wiping his hair: "I'm hungry, I have to eat first."

"Go and dry your hair first." Ding Zimu stood up and was going to get him a hair dryer.

"No need!" Yang Yiming shook his hair: "I'm hungry, I want to eat first." After speaking, he sat down at the table, picked up a bowl of rice and started eating.He is really hungry. Since Ding Zimu left, he hasn't eaten well. Now facing the food and the people at the table, it's already pretty good for him to insist on brushing his toothbrush and taking a shower. Blow your hair?hell.

Ding Zimu stood up and turned on the air conditioner in the living room, and adjusted the heating temperature to 27: "It's winter, you don't have to worry about catching a cold, the heating hasn't come on yet."

Yang Yiming said "thank you" vaguely, and took another mouthful of rice.Ding Zimu pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, picking up white rice with one chopstick.Neither of them spoke, and the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding could be heard in the room. After a long time, Ding Zimu couldn't help but said: "Mr. Yang, can you ask me some questions?"

"Ask what?" Yang Yiming served himself a bowl of soup.

"You...you can ask me anything, anything is fine." Ding Zimu's nervous voice became faster and faster, "I suddenly feel that I haven't come back yet, really, that's how I was when I was there. Living that kind of very comfortable and comfortable life, I don’t think about anything, I don’t have any troubles, there is no DID, and there is no Ding Kuiqiang, there is only..." Ding Zimu swallowed the last part of the sentence, he felt that if Teacher Yang knew, he would be able to live in his imagination. There are only the two of them in this world, and Teacher Yang will not go anywhere, so Yang Yiming will be frightened if he stays with him all the time.

I feel that this kind of thought of myself is a bit... scary.

Yang Yiming put down the bowl, looked at Ding Zimu's eager eyes across the table, smiled and said, "Ding Zimu, I have nothing to say. You are back, it's that simple, it's not a big deal, there's no need to swear A scorpion stings."

"Isn't it a big deal?"

"Of course, your state is quite normal. In fact, it will continue for several years in the future. If I make a fuss every time, I have to report to Anding Hospital before you recover."

"normal?"

"That's right." Yang Yiming finished the soup, "For a DID, it's very normal. In fact, you are much better than most DIDs, at least you are sensible and brave enough."

Ding Zimu's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and Yang Yiming noticed that his eyes lit up.Ding Zimu disappeared for too long this time, so long that he himself realized the seriousness of the problem and was very nervous.If he grabbed him and asked or told him about Xu Lin as soon as he came up, Yang Yiming believed that Ding Zimu would panic and be more troublesome.This is very good now, Yang Yiming gave his performance 85 points, and he acted calmly enough, as if nothing happened. In just a few minutes, Ding Zimu obviously became less nervous.

The fifteen points were deducted because I couldn't help but want to see him and touch him.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said while poking the rice in the bowl, "I've been away for a long time this time."

"Yeah." Yang Yiming nodded, "That's true."

Ding Zimu waited for a while but did not get Yang Yiming's next words, so he could only bite the bullet and continued: "Does that mean that my condition is getting worse?"

"No." Yang Yiming shook his head, "I think it's the opposite, it may mean that you are getting better."

"Really?" Ding Zimu's eyes lit up.

Yang Yiming raised a finger to signal him to be calm: "It's just getting better, this process will be very long, so don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

Yang Yiming sneered and pointed to the living room.Ding Zimu glanced at the living room and lowered his head slightly.

"I saw it as soon as I came out of the bedroom. To be honest, Ding Zimu, since I moved into this house, this house has not been so clean. Did you wipe the floor and furniture with a scouring pad on your knees? How long have you been wiping?" ?”

"I, I wiped it as soon as I woke up." Ding Zimu whispered, "As soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself sleeping on the bed. What was different from before was that I actually remembered what happened 'over there', so I was quite... scared, I suddenly became a little confused, I couldn't tell which was real and which was fake. When I got scared, I panicked, and I didn't dare to disturb you to sleep, so..."

"Can clean the house like this, when did you start?"

"At dawn, maybe seven o'clock."

Yang Yiming was happy: "Okay, after lunch, you should have a good sleep in the afternoon."

"Teacher Yang." Ding Zimu pressed his hand on the table with a "slap" and pressed firmly, "I am now...is it true or not?"

Yang Yiming pointed to the potato shreds in front of him: "Try it."

Ding Zimu put a chopstick into his mouth suspiciously, and immediately spat it out: "What did I put in it?"

"Sugar, and at least three times as much sugar."

Ding Zimu embarrassedly moved the fish to Yang Yiming, and moved the shredded potatoes to himself.

"You'd better give me the potato shreds," Yang Yiming pointed to the fish dish, "at least it's better than this fish dish."

Ding Zimu's ears were red.Yang Yiming finished the soup slowly: "You should be happy, congratulations on returning to the real world."

"why?"

"According to your level, being able to make rice like this can only show that you are really disturbed. If you are still hiding in a false but beautiful world that you set up yourself, you will be in a very good mood."

Ding Zimu frowned, vaguely feeling that he had indeed been in such a world, with a small dessert shop, warm sunshine, fragrant coffee, and the person sitting in the sunshine... those pictures were fragmented and not Complete, he felt that he was a gold digger, desperately looking for that little bit of golden light in a mountain of sand.

Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to cover Ding Zimu's hand, Ding Zimu trembled slightly, and raised his head to look at Yang Yiming.

"Ding Zimu, welcome home."

***

Ding Zimu made a bowl of rice with seaweed soup and ate it. Yang Yiming refused to let him eat the dish of fish and shredded potatoes, saying that he had just escaped from the nightmare and he didn't want to send him back because of the two dishes.

"Then you still eat." Ding Zimu blushed completely, feeling that he had not only made a fool of himself but also harmed others.

"It's not poisonous, why can't you eat it?" Yang Yiming shrugged, "I'm really hungry, besides, compared with what Da Ding made, yours is already considered good."

"Da Ding?" Ding Zimu said anxiously, "Mr. Yang, I want to tell you, I saw Da Ding, I..."

"Hush!" Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to press Ding Zimu's shoulder, "Wait, I'll make a phone call to ask for leave first, you go make a pot of coffee, I'm hungry. Then let's find a comfortable place to sit down and chat slowly, I also have something I want to show you."

Ding Zimu blinked in confusion.

"You're in a mess right now," Yang Yiming said with a smile, "Don't worry, sort out the things in your head, and then we'll talk. It's hard to explain things clearly in your current state. Go, make a pot of coffee."

Ding Zimu obediently went to the kitchen to make coffee, and Yang Yiming called Zhou Pei. He had made an appointment in the afternoon to sort out several cases of the experimental middle school with Zhou Pei, but now he had to postpone it.Zhou Pei quite happily agreed, and after chatting casually, Zhou Pei asked, "Xiao Yang, has there been any progress in the orphanage recently?"

Yang Yiming subconsciously said: "No, it's still the same, and it's all within the normal value."

"Well," Zhou Pei clicked his tongue, "Recently, the child's psychological quality is too good, so there's nothing wrong with it. I thought it would give you a chance to make a model."

"Thank you, team leader," Yang Yiming said politely, "Isn't it just a few months since it started? Maybe there will be something later?"

"Yeah, there's nothing normal about the kids there anyway."

After Yang Yiming hung up the phone, he felt very uncomfortable. He was not used to Zhou Pei's tone all the time, and he always felt that in his eyes, as long as a child with psychological problems is a ladder for advancement.Moreover, since he has transferred the orphanage to himself, what is the purpose of this posture of asking around every now and then?checking work?

Yang Yiming looked down at the phone in his hand, and turned on the audio recorded yesterday. Xu Lin was sobbing and choking, and Yang Yiming cut off the recording after a while. He is still not sure if he can give the recording to Ding Zi. Don't listen, he needs to talk to him again to confirm his status.

Yang Yiming put his phone back in his pocket, walked to the kitchen door and leaned against the door frame to watch Ding Zimu make coffee.

The drip coffee pot made a ticking sound, Ding Zimu stood in front of the cabinet and waited.The sunlight outside the window came in, and Ding Zimu's smooth hair had a dark blue halo, which was very soft.

Yang Yiming walked over in a strange way, and gently rubbed Ding Zimu's hair with his hand.

"Teacher Yang." Ding Zimu turned his head to look at Yang Yiming.

Yang Yiming's hand didn't leave, but slowly slid down Ding Zimu's hair. When it reached the temple, his fingers brushed Ding Zimu's cheek, which was a little hot, and the skin was tight, very comfortable to the touch.Yang Yiming indulged himself to stay there for a second, and then naturally let his hand fall on Ding Zimu's shoulder.

"It's a good thing you're back. I haven't had a decent cup of coffee for a week." Yang Yiming let out a long breath, lazily, casually and naturally curling his arms and clapping On Ding Zimu's shoulder, the whole person also leaned over.The distance between the two people was so close that they could hear each other's breathing. Yang Yiming moved his head to be side by side with Ding Zimu's, and pointed to the coffee pot on the table with his chin: "Okay, I'm hungry."