my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming was just checking the information as a routine. Of course, he also wanted to try to see if he could find some clues about that "Xu Lin" from the folder.

Yang Yiming has always been a meticulous observer with a keen sense of smell. At the beginning, his tutor praised him for having the "talent" of an excellent psychological counselor, but... the original words of his tutor were "It would be great if he could put more effort into academics." , This is very euphemistic, but "sharp" such as Yang Yiming can hear the voice-over all at once.

But he doesn’t take it seriously. The prerequisite for doing academics is to live, and money is needed to live. Earn money first and then study. Survival is more important than life. He never thinks that there is a problem with his thinking.For example, now, he feels that "Xu Lin" may be a very good case, and if he is done, he can help him publish a paper in "Journal of Psychology" or "Psychological Science", which are heavyweight journals. Evaluation of job titles can play a big role.Once you have a professional title, you can apply for a project, and if you apply for a project, you will have research funds. With funds, what academics cannot do?Isn't that the case in today's academia?How many of the many topics are aimed at "promoting the development of disciplines and deepening academic research"?Isn't it all for an "economic effect"?

Therefore, "Xu Lin" is still very meaningful.However, this Xu Lin seems to exist only in that painting. Yang Yiming turned over the existing materials and never saw any trace of "Xu Lin" again.

However, the so-called good luck lost the horse, although the paper ran away, but I seemed to have caught a very interesting canine animal.

Yang Yiming looked at this photo carefully, and he really didn't expect that the person surnamed Ding had something to do with the orphanage, maybe he was a child of the orphanage.Yang Yiming remembered that Ding Zimu was cowardly and sensitive in the amusement park, but violent and violent when he was fighting with others. Looking at the photo in front of him again, with a bright smile and gentle eyes, he smiled sincerely at the children around him. Kind.

Yang Yiming put down the photo and thought, with such a moody and extreme personality, nine out of ten childhood life was unhappy, and he brought him here to chat for a few hours, fill out a test form, and there must be a bunch of psychological problems.

It was still a canine animal suffering from rabies, Yang Yiming was amused by his own thoughts, and laughed at this photo.

The next day, Yang Yiming knocked on the door of the dean's office with this photo, and the dean said, "Isn't this Ding Zimu?"

"Yes!" Yang Yiming slapped his thigh, hey, finally remembered, Ding Zimu, that's the name!Yang Yiming repeated the name over and over several times, and it turned out to be "wooden nail" instead of "iron nail".

"You looking for him?" The dean put down his reading glasses and asked strangely, "He has graduated for several years, why are you looking for him?"

Uh... that's right, what am I looking for him for?Yang Yiming blinked and was stunned.

"Does he have a mental problem?" The old dean added another sentence.

Yang Yiming shook his head, thinking that if I don't even know his name, how would I know that he has mental problems?

Rabies is possible.

The atmosphere in the office froze strangely, and the two looked at each other inexplicably. One thought that there was something wrong with the person in front of him, and the other felt that there was probably something wrong with him.At this embarrassing moment, someone knocked on the door of the office at the right time, and Yang Yiming took the opportunity to stand up and say goodbye.

Yang Yiming walked along the long corridor, walking among the colorful children's paintings.As he was walking, Ding Zimu's rather handsome and shy face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. For some reason, he was suddenly full of longing for his future work. He felt that he would definitely meet a very interesting person. Maybe even meet a very interesting person.

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The work in the orphanage lasted for a week, and Yang Yiming never ate delicious buns, nor saw the "wooden nail" again.Even if there was such a slight interest in that person, it was quickly thrown aside.Because, the summer vacation is fleeting, and in September, school starts.

Yang Yiming was so busy that he was about to jump off the building.

When I was a student, what I hated the most was the beginning of school; when I was a "teacher", what I hated most was still the beginning of school.Yang Yiming opened the folder on the computer and pulled out all the documents in it. He had to admit that he still couldn't finish his "summer homework" from elementary school to now—he didn't write a complete paper. I didn't write the teaching plan, the course introduction, the continuing teaching arrangement, and the class research syllabus... In short, I didn't write all the "homework" that should be written.

So in the first week of school, Yang Yiming frantically rushed to "homework", and handed in various plans, summaries, and briefings before the teacher in the teaching office got mad.During this week, he touched countless nails in the teaching department, but he couldn't think of that weird "wooden nail".

In the middle of the month, Yang Yiming finally got the course schedule for this semester. Except for the previous primary and secondary schools, he had to go to the orphanage for a fixed week every month.When Zhou Pei handed him the schedule, he said meaningfully: "Work hard, and come to me if you have any questions."

Yang Yiming nodded cheerfully, and decided to go to the orphanage tomorrow and discuss a schedule with the director for regular consultation and counseling.

The next day, Yang Yiming stopped as soon as he stepped into the building of the orphanage. He sniffed vigorously to make sure that he smelled a strong milky fragrance, sweet but not greasy.

Cheesecake!

Yang Yiming's brain was instantly overwhelmed by the word "West Point", what kind of archives, papers, consultations, all go to hell.He sniffed his nose, followed the scent under his feet, turned around, and rushed straight to the cafeteria.I looked at my watch while walking, and it was already 08:30. Generally speaking, the cafeteria has stopped serving food at this time. I don’t know if there are any cakes left.Also, this time I had to find out which day the orphanage had dessert for breakfast. As long as the magnitude of the earthquake did not exceed eight, even an earthquake would have to eat it.

The cafeteria is in the basement, and the aroma of cheese intensifies after going down an old and dark staircase.Standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, Yang Yiming was dazzled by the bright lights inside, and suddenly felt a little dazed, not knowing whether he was in reality or in a dream:

A young boy wearing a white chef's hat and a one-piece apron that couldn't be washed white.A group of children surrounded him, chirping and clamoring: "Brother Mumu, can you put some more chocolate?"

The big boy held a cup of flour in his hand, tilted his head slightly and said, "Eating too much chocolate will make you angry."

This picture corresponds perfectly to that photo, even the expression on the face is exactly the same: friendly, bright, with a warm smile, and the eyes looking at the children are full of gentle smiles.

Yang Yiming shook his head vigorously, trying to judge whether he was hysterical.He took a deep breath, and his lungs were filled with the sweet and milky aroma, with a hint of saltiness in it. A cinnamon aroma was hidden behind the full milky aroma, reminiscent of the fresh and salty oysters. Seawater – it’s a cake made with parmesan cheese!

Yang Yiming was sure that all this was reality and not his imagination, because the fragrance was so real that it stimulated every pore in him to open up so that he could inhale more fragrance.

What surprised him even more was that the pastry chef was actually Ding Zimu!

Yang Yiming became excited, he rushed into the cafeteria in two quick steps, squeezed into the children's circle very brazenly, and looked at the twenty or so brownies already stacked on the baking tray.

"You did all of this? I can't tell, you are capable enough." Yang Yiming approached warmly, as if he had been familiar with Ding Zimu for a long time.The subtext is that since they are so familiar, there is no need to mention the rule of "half meeting".

Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, and soon smiled decently and said, "Just for fun."

"It smells great, have you baked a plate yet?" The voice-over is the sound of Yang Yiming's saliva ticking.

"Yes, let's eat those small ones first." Ding Zimu said in a very un-"understanding" way, "Please wait a little longer."

The tone was so polite that it was almost rusty.

Yang Yiming was a little embarrassed, it was obvious that the other party didn't recognize him at all, or didn't plan to recognize him.Yang Yiming recalled that day at the entrance of the amusement park, Ding Zimu's face was covered with blood, his eyes were grim and irritable, and he said coldly: "I don't know him".Yang Yiming is a sensible person, he can understand Ding Zimu's mood very well, when he fights in the street, he fights so embarrassingly and violently that no one wants to admit it.

Anyway, it's not a big deal, so I just follow him and pretend it's nothing like that.Yang Yiming feels that the biggest difference between himself and Ding Zimu is that he is particularly "understanding".So he stood on the side in a well-behaved manner, mingled with the group of children and waited for the snacks to come out.

Ding Zimu whipped the butter, salt, sugar and egg yolk together, sprinkled the chocolate powder in very carefully, and then poured in the sifted flour, a rich aroma was released in the air.Yang Yiming found that his movements were fast and gentle, methodical and very skillful.Sniffing again, the chest cavity is filled with fragrance, and I feel that there is a vast ocean under the base of my tongue.

"Are you a professional?" Yang Yiming couldn't help asking, while swallowing the saliva in his mouth vigorously.

"Well, I learned some before."

"You can open a shop with your skills." Yang Yiming said with admiration.

Yang Yiming's admiration came from the bottom of his heart. He was afraid of traffic jams. He went out early in the morning and didn't even have time to eat breakfast.Probably because Yang Yiming's sentence "It smells so sweet" was so sincere and touching that Ding Zimu couldn't help raising his head to look at him.

It is simply "waiting for food"!

Ding Zimu pursed his lips, lowered his head and said to a little girl, "Jingjing is good, can you give the cake to brother first?"

"Why?" The little girl looked at a small cake on the table eagerly, and said in a crying voice.

"This oven will be baked in a while, brother will give you two pieces, okay?"

The little girl fell into a fierce battle between heaven and man, and finally couldn't resist the temptation to double the number, so she nodded reluctantly.

Ding Zimu picked up the freshly cooled cake on the table and handed it to Yang Yiming: "Try it."

Yang Yiming subconsciously looked at the little girl, who sniffled and stared at him accusingly.

Yang Yiming...

"You didn't eat breakfast, so eat this first." Ding Zimu said gently, "Actually, Jingjing has already eaten a piece, this one contains chocolate, and she has had a nosebleed these two days, so I didn't want her to eat too much." many."

Then you can't let me take the blame, Yang Yiming thought, wanting to cry but without tears, if I am so old and grab a cake with a five or six-year-old kid, should it be messed up if it gets out?

"You eat it," Ding Zimu said, handing the plate forward, "there is no chocolate in this batch in the oven, just give her two extra pieces later. It just happened to help me out, I don't know How can I snatch this chocolate cake from her hand."

Ding Zimu's words gave Yang Yiming the most perfect step, and Yang Yiming felt at ease in an instant.He took the cake excitedly, and couldn't wait to take a bite. The soft and delicate taste, the rich but refreshing aroma of cheese, and the vague chocolate aroma in it made Yang Yiming feel so happy that he was about to cry against the wind.

But the intoxicated expression on his face was cut clean by the eyes of that little girl named Jingjing.

"Is it delicious?" Ding Zimu asked carefully.

Yang Yiming nodded desperately, not looking into Jingjing's eyes, and took another big bite of the cake.

Ding Zimu smiled.