my boyfriend is too random

That night, Ding Zimu tossed and turned in bed.Yang Yiming in the opposite room must have not slept, he was waiting for the professor's email, Ding Zimu hesitated for a while and got out of bed quietly, walked through the dark and cold living room and knocked lightly on Yang Yiming's bedroom door.

"Come in." Yang Yiming said, "Mumu, is there anything going on in the middle of the night?"

"Aren't you going to bed yet?" Ding Zimu said, "Sleep, you have to get up early to go to work tomorrow, and you can read emails tomorrow."

Yang Yiming threw the folder in his hand aside, and scratched his messy hair: "I received the email, and the old man made a suggestion that I'm thinking about. He thinks it's better to use hypnosis to understand your friends, so that they can communicate with each other. communication, or eye movement and EMDR to make you... do you understand what I'm saying?"

Ding Zimu shook his head honestly: "I don't understand, but I know one thing very well. It's already two o'clock. If you don't sleep, you're going to talk nonsense and miss work tomorrow."

"Hey," Yang Yiming pointed at Ding Zimu with the pen in his hand, "You still said that I look like a moral education director, and your tone is not too different from my mother."

"By the way, how is Auntie?" Ding Zimu immediately asked, "A few days ago you said that she was going to be discharged from the hospital."

"I will be discharged from the hospital next Thursday. This time it is stable, but the old lady's illness is getting worse. We are all very afraid that we will not be able to get out of the hospital next time." Yang Yiming frowned.

"Don't think so," Ding Zimu said, "Auntie is very strong, she will persevere. To be honest, I think she is quite amazing. Last time I went to deliver food, she lay there in such pain and rushed to me Laughed, and said 'thank you' to me, at that time I thought she could survive no matter how difficult the hurdle was, if it was true...then she had the last laugh."

Yang Yiming slowly opened his furrowed brows, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Ding Zimu, thank you."

Probably because Yang Yiming's expression was too serious, Ding Zimu blushed slowly under his gaze: "Teacher Yang...I..."

"Really, thank you." Yang Yiming said, "Since the old lady fell ill, I have heard a lot of comforting words. Believe in medicine' and so on. Although those words come from good intentions, they don't believe even ghosts and ghosts. Terminal cancer, how can it be "good"? "Auspicious people and heavenly appearance", if the old lady leaves, is it considered "unlucky"? So Yang Shuangming and I After listening to these things, I feel very annoyed. In fact, my mother is also very annoyed. It’s just that the old lady is too embarrassed to refuse people, and always smiles at each other. But you didn’t say that just now, you said that the old lady is very strong ', you said she could have the last laugh..."

Yang Yiming choked for a moment, and said very solemnly: "The old lady must be very happy to hear that, really happy."

Ding Zimu was rarely praised so bluntly by others, and he rarely received compliments other than "good cooking". He was happy from the bottom of his heart when he heard Yang Yiming's words, but he was not happy about such a heavy topic. stand up.As soon as the two emotions fought in his heart, the expression on his face became a little distorted.Seeing Ding Zimu's awkward look, Yang Yiming couldn't help laughing: "Are you happy or not?"

"Teacher Yang..." Ding Zimu pursed his lips.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Yang Yiming rubbed his eyes, "But do you want to make the old lady happier? Let's make some porridge tomorrow, the old lady read the pig liver porridge for a long time .”

"Okay." Ding Zimu nodded hurriedly, as long as Yang Yiming asked him to do something, he was very happy, and finally he was still useful.

"Then go to bed early, too." Yang Yiming put together the materials spread out on the bed, and pushed them all over the other side of the bed, leaving half a bed for himself, "Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Lazy work, you can't do it, or Yuan Qiao will become a resentful woman again."

"Brother Yuan is pretty good," Ding Zimu said with a smile, "He's just poor-mouthed."

Yang Yiming said: "I know. But I think he has led you to a bad end, and now you are starting to be silly."

"Am I... very poor?" Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment.

"Not poor." Yang Yiming said, "This is the appearance of a man in his 20s. You used to... um..."

"Anxious like a bereaved dog?" Ding Zimu answered.

"Hey, I didn't say that." Yang Yiming said with a smile, but he felt a bit like it in his heart.

"I know it even if you don't tell me." Ding Zimu said, "I also feel quite relaxed recently. Maybe it's because I know my problem, so there is no pressure on the contrary. Besides, I am not afraid when you are here."

Yang Yiming paused for a moment, "I'm not afraid if you're here" made three rolls in his heart, and every time he turned over, it was covered with a layer of sugar.

Ding Zimu touched his chest and said, "Thinking about it now, I don't think DID is necessarily a bad thing."

"Then you are seriously ill." Yang Yiming said,

Ding Zimu said: "Really. I used to hear people say that sometimes being kept in the dark makes you happy. I didn't take it seriously. Now I think it makes sense. When something happened, Xu Lin hid it for me, and Da Ding faced it for me. I don’t know anything about it myself, but compared to them, my life is simply smooth sailing.”

"So?" Yang Yiming asked.

"So, if I have the chance, I want to thank them very much, and I will live well."

Yang Yiming said: "You must live well, because 'you are not fighting alone', whether Xu Lin or Da Ding, they will always be with you, they can see you, hear your voice, They will be relieved if you live well."

Ding Zimu was silent for a while, and then said: "Mr. Yang, it's really strange. It doesn't seem too bad to be watched 24 hours a day."

"Because you are one," Yang Yiming came over and stood in front of Ding Zimu, and said seriously, "Don't be afraid of them, don't reject them, get along with them harmoniously.

Ding Zimu touched his chest again: "I will."

***

The next day, Yang Yiming made up a lie after all, and it was almost noon when he opened his eyes.So I sent a message to Zhou Pei saying that he was going to visit the orphanage. When he walked into the dining room after washing, he saw a note on the dining table with Ding Zimu's handwriting on it: There is breakfast in the kitchen (I guess it will be lunch when you eat it ).

Yang Yiming crumpled up the note and threw it into a garbage bag, and found a pancake in the kitchen.After a long time, the cake was a little hard. Yang Yiming was lazy and wanted to heat it in the microwave oven, but found a note on the door of the microwave oven:

Mr. Yang, don't use the microwave oven to fry pancakes, it won't taste good.Put a little bit of oil in the pot and stir fry on low heat.

This kid!Yang Yiming reluctantly went to get the frying pan, and muttered while frying: It was a simple thing, but it had to be complicated, really... Yang Yiming slammed his mouth while eating. Although it was complicated, it was really delicious.

After dinner, Yang Yiming thought about making up nonsense, so he simply went to the orphanage to have a look. Next week is the end of the month, so he should go as planned.He changed his clothes, glanced at the piles of documents and materials that filled the bed, and decided to pretend he was blind.When he arrived at the orphanage, Yang Yiming went to Teacher Feng first, and briefly talked to Teacher Feng about Ding Zimu's situation.

Teacher Feng shed tears while listening: "I knew for a long time that something must have happened to him. When he was transferred from the hospital, he was covered in injuries... But I didn't expect it to be..."

Yang Yiming was silent for a while and said: "But he is stronger than I expected, and I didn't expect him to be so calm."

Teacher Feng said: "Ding Zimu has been like this since he was a child. He came at the age of eight, and he was already in the third grade at that time. He took a break for several months because of his illness, and he couldn't keep up with his homework when he went to school again. He told me , he must not repeat a grade, so he reads when other children are playing, and does his homework while others are watching cartoons. My child is nothing more than that."

Yang Yiming nodded. For Ding Zimu, as long as he is "not crazy", he can overcome any other hardships. He just wants to grow up quickly and become independent as soon as possible.Repeating a grade means graduating one year later, working one year later, becoming independent one year later... This is a child who can't wait to grow up.

Yang Yiming didn't talk about DID, this should be Ding Zimu.After Yang Yiming resigned from the orphanage, he called Captain Liu Guoqiang to inquire about what happened back then.Captain Liu thought for a while and said, "I didn't answer the last call. I have to go back and check the specific police records. Wait, I'll check right now."

Captain Liu hung up the phone in a hurry, and Yang Yiming found a cafe on the side of the street to sit down and wait.He ordered a cup of latte and frowned after taking a sip. There was too much milk, which completely took away the aroma of the coffee, and it was actually frothed with milk, which felt a bit like a cappuccino.Latte and cappuccino are like twins. They look alike but are very different. Cappuccino is mainly milk foam while latte is mainly milk. The taste of the two is completely different.Yang Yiming can clearly distinguish it, and only Ding Zimu can accurately grasp Yang Yiming's taste and put in the right amount of milk.

This matter is very mysterious, just like Yang Yiming can tell who is Da Ding and Ding Zimu very quickly, but it is because the distinction is too clear that he can't deceive himself.He gently stirred the coffee in the cup, remembering that Da Ding said with red eyes, "I can't do it, look at me, can I not do it".At first, Ding was angry at himself for confusing him with Ding Zimu, and when he could clearly distinguish the two of them, Ding would rather he could not tell the difference...

Yang Yiming felt distressed. He didn't know whether it was Dading or Ding Zimu, but he just felt distressed.

He only took a sip of a cup of coffee, and then let it become cold. It wasn't made by that person, so he couldn't drink that taste.

The phone rang, and it was Liu Guoqiang who called: "Mr. Yang, I found it."

"How?" Yang Yiming asked, "Why did the prosecution only mention domestic violence?"

"When the report was received, Ding Zimu's mother had died. Ding Zimu himself had serious trauma, which appeared to be caused by violent beatings, and he was in a coma. We sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment. When he woke up, he was in a daze. When he said he was beaten, Ding Kuiqiang only mentioned the domestic violence. You know, his family has always had serious domestic violence..."

Yang Yiming said Xie and hung up the phone. Perhaps from that moment on, Xu Lin, as an independent personality, completely separated from Ding Zimu's master personality, and has since then firmly guarded this secret for him.Among the insiders, one has disappeared, one is dead, and the other is impossible to confess, but the victim has been completely lost.So everything was covered up under the brutal beating, and Yang Yiming even suspected that the brutal beating was just covering up those traces... Who the hell, who is that person!Yang Yiming held the coffee spoon tightly, this question can only be asked to Ding Kuiqiang, he wants him to be punished as he should!

Yang Yiming sat in the cafe for a long time. It was winter and it got dark early.It was dark at five o'clock.He cheered up and left the cafe. No matter what, life always moves in a good direction.

***

The evening rush hour in the city is very scary. It was almost seven o'clock when Yang Yiming drove to the bakery, and there were still many people buying pastries in the shop.Yang Yiming didn't go in, but stood under the big tree in front of the store, looking through the glass at Ding Zimu who was busy inside.

In the noisy crowd, he was quiet and gentle, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.The light was bright, reflecting brilliance in his eyes, every button of the snow-white chef's uniform was tightly buttoned, and the red triangle scarf wrapped tightly around his neck.The bright red in the extreme element, the confinement of soft clothes, all these make Ding Zimu feel a sense of abstinence, not tempted, but awe-inspiring and inviolable-this person's heart is always inviolable, even in the most unbearable condition. Under the circumstances, he always knew what he wanted, had a clear goal, and never hesitated.

Yang Yiming watched Ding Zimu smile gently at a little girl who looked like a high school student, and then handed her an empty plate. The little girl's face was a little red.

This is Yuan Qiao's bad taste.As a cook, Ding Zimu obviously only needs to be in the back kitchen, but Yuan Qiao insisted that he stand neatly at the front desk, which made the girls in the two nearby streets move.Yang Yiming watched and felt intense dissatisfaction and sourness in his heart. He took out his mobile phone and called Yuan Qiao.

"Hello?" Yuan Qiao's half-dead voice rang out, "Mr. Yang, I trembled when I saw your phone number, just like Parkinson's."

"why?"

"I thought there were only two things for you to call me. One, Mu Mu wants to ask for leave; second, Mu Mu wants to raise his salary." Yuan Qiao said inertially, "Mr. Yang, don't you think you are too cruel to me? "

"Don't worry, I won't ask for leave or raise my salary today." Yang Yiming said with a smile.

"That's good." Yuan Qiao immediately recovered his normal voice, and said quite seriously, "What do you want to say?"

"Ding Zimu will leave early today, and I will take him home now."

"I... fell into a trough!" Yuan Qiao exclaimed.