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Yang Yiming was stunned with his mouth full of cake.

The lighting in the cafeteria is very good, bright but not glaring, and the soft lighting makes the smile on the corner of Ding Zimu's mouth quiet and deep.

Much like cheese, mellow.

Yang Yiming swallowed the cake, feeling the satisfaction of the smooth cake sliding down the esophagus and falling into the stomach.This kind of delicacy is different from that made by ordinary cake houses. It is not so sweet, and the mellow cheese aftertaste lingers for a long time.Yang Yiming savored it carefully, but couldn't think of a word to describe it... It's a little bland, but it makes people linger aftertaste.

Yang Yiming thought, if it is a bit more artistic, or if it is a bit more hypocritical, this probably feels like home.

Food and beauty, can life be happier?Yang Yiming shook his head, or forget it, the happiness came too suddenly and he couldn’t accept it, it’s better to keep it flowing, so he asked very realistically: "What day do you usually come to make cakes?"

"What day is it?" Ding Zimu thought about it seriously, "Not necessarily, come and do it when you have time."

Yang Yiming wanted to ask "then when do you have time", but he felt that it was strange enough for a big man to love sweets, and it was really unworthy to chase after others for cakes.Besides, they don't owe you anything, and they are not your family's full-time pastry chef. It is a blessing to have something to eat, and it is natural to have nothing to eat, so Yang Yiming swallowed the question on the tip of his tongue.

Ding Zimu carefully poured cream mixed with flour and eggs into the cake cup, and said while pouring, "But I have a day off recently, so I should come back tomorrow." He put down the cup in his hand, wiped his hands clean, raised his head and smiled He asked Yang Yiming: "What do you want to eat, I will make it for you."

****

When Yang Yiming came out of the cafeteria, he had three cheesecakes of different flavors in his belly. Burping cheese-like belches all the way, he came to the dean's office to discuss business matters.Because all business is routine, the two quickly decided that the last week of each month would be Yang Yiming's on-site consultation time, and next week would be the last week of September, and Yang Yiming would take up his post.

The dean seemed to be in a good mood today. Yang Yiming took the opportunity to propose to decorate the counseling room to make it warmer, so that the children could have a space to relax, and it could also be used as an activity room.The dean shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. As you know, we are very strict with all kinds of funds. The construction of campus facilities has always been designated by the Education Commission. Although it doesn't cost much to decorate a psychological consultation room, But on the one hand, we don’t have the payment of this amount in our books, and on the other hand, we don’t have the right to start construction in the teaching building.”

Yang Yiming knew that the dean was telling the truth. Decorating the consulting room was indeed a trivial matter. At most, it was just painting the walls and adding a few pieces of furniture. I wrote the application, reviewed and stamped it layer by layer, and finally approved it, and I don't know what happened in the Year of the Monkey.So Yang Yiming tried his best to lobby the dean, it is best to solve it in the courtyard instead of reporting it to the district.

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door. The rhythm was calm and polite.

"Come in," said the Dean loudly.

The door was gently pushed open, and a handsome boy came in with his head: "Dean."

"Mumu, come in." The dean beckoned Ding Zimu to come in.

Ding Zimu closed the door with his hands back, and put a small plate on the table; "Dean, try my cake, there is only a little xylitol in yours, so don't worry."

"Thank you." The dean smiled, "You should also take a break, come here early in the morning to make cakes for the children, you must be exhausted this morning."

Ding Zimu shook his head, and when he was about to turn around and go out, the dean suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, Teacher Yang, this is the person in the last photo, the photo you asked me about."

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming in astonishment, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, and his face was full of doubts.

Yang Yiming was a little embarrassed, and suddenly felt that his appearance rate in front of Ding Zimu was too high today.He said to himself, Dean, that your memory is really good, and I think your brain will be fine for another ten years.

"Yeah." Yang Yiming nodded pretendingly, "I saw your photo in the information bag."

Ding Zimu was obviously not fooled by this evasive answer, and he continued to look at Yang Yiming suspiciously.Yang Yiming decided to skip the fierce battle at the entrance of the amusement park, and simply said: "I took my niece to the amusement park once, and you gave me a bottle of human pill."

Ding Zimu thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Yes, I remembered, you let that little girl buy drinks by herself!"

Yang Yiming rolled his eyes silently. It seems that the people in the orphanage have excellent memories, and they can remember everything they should and shouldn't.

"So you knew each other before." said the dean.

"It's not recognized." Yang Yiming shook his head, narrated the scene in the amusement park, and praised very "scenely": "Mr. Ding is really careful and kind."

"Uh, Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu said awkwardly, "Can you stop calling me Mr. Ding, it sounds a little awkward, just call me Ding Zimu."

"Okay." Yang Yiming nodded, showing a mature and stable look, and he was completely different from the "bad uncle" who just grabbed the children's cakes in the cafeteria.

With the sound of "OK", the conversation between the two people seemed to be brought to a halt. Ding Zimu hesitated for a few seconds before saying goodbye to the two people.

"Wait," the dean stopped Ding Zimu who was about to open the door and said, "I almost forgot, you go to see Teacher Feng, she has made an appointment for you."

"Hey," Ding Zimu sighed with a smile, "I even said that I don't need to bother her, I will go by myself."

"She is also worried about you. She sees you procrastinating every day, so she simply registers for you, so that you can't procrastinate any longer."

"Then I'll go find her." Ding Zimu closed the door and left with a happy smile.

"Is he sick?" Yang Yiming asked casually, "Is it serious?"

The dean sighed: "This child is also pitiful. When he came here, he was thin, weak and bruised all over his body. He fell ill every three days. After a few years of care, his body is much healthier. But when he was a teenager, he suffered from nervous headaches again. It hurts like hell when you get sick, and when you recover, you can’t remember what happened, and the whole person is not right for a few days when you get sick... Sigh, it’s not a problem that this problem will never get better.”

"Did you go to Shennei to see it?" Yang Yiming asked.

"Look, Mr. Feng has taken him to see many doctors in the past few years, but nothing has been found out. The child is not living in the hospital now. Who will take care of him when he gets sick? He was robbed last month. When I asked him if he called the police, he said no, because he had a headache at that time, and he was in a daze. When he woke up, he couldn't remember what happened... Teacher Yang , do you think this is so worrying?"

"This sounds like epilepsy," Yang Yiming said after deliberation, "but it may not be. After all, I didn't learn this, so I just guessed it. If it's really epilepsy, the doctor in Shennei should have found it out a long time ago."

"Does epilepsy cause headaches?"

"How should I put it? There are many types of epilepsy. But there is a type of psychomotor epilepsy that can cause people to be in a trance and behave abnormally, because it can cause apnea, brain cell hypoxia, and short-term memory impairment."

The dean said: "I'll go and talk to Mr. Feng, and look into the direction of epilepsy. It may be useful."

Yang Yiming nodded, and brought the topic back to decorating the counseling room.The two of you came and I argued for a long time, and finally decided that the courtyard would allocate thousands of dollars for decoration, but in order to save costs, they did not hire people, and let the children in the orphanage do it themselves, working and playing again. , entertaining and entertaining.

"Bringing a group of children to decorate, do you call this "education through fun"?" Yang Yiming complained in his heart, but he still smiled politely on his face: "Thank you then."

****

The next day, Yang Yiming was thinking about Ding Zimu's cake, and planned to go to the cafeteria of the welfare home early in the morning.However, it is not as good as God's calculation. There is something wrong with a middle school he is in charge of, and Yang Yiming sighs and rushes to work.Originally, he thought that it would not take much effort to appease an adolescent girl, but he didn't expect that it would be quite troublesome. It was already a week later when he went to the orphanage again.

Naturally, Ding Zimu was not there, so Yang Yiming went to the cafeteria with hope in case, and returned disappointed. He climbed to the fifth floor dejectedly and took out the key to open the door of the consulting room.

The door was pushed open, Yang Yiming closed his eyes against the direct sunlight, and when he opened them again, he was stunned.

The consultation room was originally a large conference room, about [-] square meters, facing the sun, with three large windows in a row, and the lighting was very good.At first it was used as a reference room, but later it was computerized and the office gradually became vacant.After Zhou Pei came, he made a simple small partition and created a small office area of ​​less than ten square meters, a set of desks and chairs, a wardrobe, and a small sofa, that's all.

So when Yang Yiming saw this consulting room, the room was full of abandoned and huge filing cabinets, two of the three windows were blocked, and the room was gloomy, full of chaos and decadence.Generally speaking, the first standard of a psychological counseling room is "comfort", which is neither luxurious nor exquisite, but the kind of "comfort" that is simple and makes people feel warm and safe at first glance.Zhou Pei's small office is too "official", and he doesn't work here for a long time. There is not even a kettle here, and everything feels cold and stiff.Yang Yiming felt that a mentally healthy adult would not be too comfortable staying in this room, let alone a frail and lively child.So from the very beginning when he took over the orphanage, he decided to clean up this so-called psychological counseling room, at least to create an activity room for the children.

However, talking with the dean last week was not going well. Yang Yiming has been having a headache as to how to remove those big messy cabinets.When Yang Yiming pushed open the door of the consulting room, he was still worried.

But the sunlight in the room blinded him.All the cabinets miraculously disappeared, the terrazzo floor was polished, and the wooden boards used to divide the partition were also removed. The table and chairs were placed under the middle window, and there was an old small sofa next to it, but the sofa cover was obviously washed. It's been clean.Not far from the desk is a new row of filing cabinets, in which three rows of file folders have already been placed.The wardrobe was placed in a corner of the room. Five sheets of B4 paper were fixed with magnets on the cabinet. Bright patterns and balloon patterns were drawn on them with colored crayons. A group of children held hands and formed a circle. Welcome Teacher Yang."The writing is crooked and the drawing is not coherent. It looks like it was created by a group of children collectively.

Standing in front of the closet, Yang Yiming looked at it and felt a surge of heat in his heart.He works in the education department, goes to various primary and secondary schools all day long, and has been receiving consultations in at least four schools for a long time.Every time he went to a new school, he was received by the principal, the teaching director, and the moral education principal... However, no elementary school or middle school has ever welcomed him in such a simple but simple, sincere and warm way.

This is the fifth floor, there is no elevator, and there is no spare storage room. How long and how much effort will it take for the children and teachers in the orphanage to empty out five or six huge filing cabinets in September, which is still very hot, and move them to In the yard, how long did it take to wipe the house clean, and how much enthusiasm was used to complete this "welcome picture" together.

Yang Yiming was a little flattered.

Closing the door, he turned and went downstairs to knock on the door of the dean's office. The dean looked at him with a smile: "Are you surprised?"

"Big surprise," Yang Yiming said, "I was startled when I opened the door. Who did this?"

The dean said: "Of course it's Mumu. He took a few children and tossed back and forth for a week to make it like this."

"It's been a lot of hard work."

"Mumu is really hard, but those children are beautiful." The dean couldn't help laughing, "Mumu made a lot of cakes for them alone, even made ice cream cakes, those children are delicious."

Yang Yiming was very annoyed, if something happened last week, he should have cleaned up with Ding Zimu, whether he was tired or not, at least there would be delicious cakes to feast on.

Missed opportunity oh missed opportunity!

Yang Yiming suppressed his unwillingness and said, "Then I have to thank him well, and I'll treat him to dinner. Dean, you come too, let's have a meal together, even if I'm just here at the top of the mountain."

The dean smiled even more happily. Yang Yiming is a talkative, sweet-mouthed, obedient and energetic, and he is indeed quite likable.

"I don't want to join in the fun with you. If you want to invite Mumu, you should thank him. He made these during his off-duty time. He came here every day after work, and he didn't leave until late. The place where he lives is not safe, it's really hard for him."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yang Yiming listened to the first half of the sentence, and didn't think about why it was "unsafe". He simply felt that it was a hot day, and there was no charge for working hard after work. .