my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming pushed Ding Zimu back to the bedroom and ran back to the room quickly. There were all kinds of speculations and plans in his mind, and he rushed out, so that he didn't know whether he should sit down and talk about Ding Zimu today. After writing Mu's case record, he should first find a few scales for Ding Zimu to test.He hastily dug out the laptop from the pile of printed paper, sat down and began to write notes.

Yang Yiming's hands were shaking when he typed the word "Ding Zimu" in a brand new word document.

He stopped, took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions and began to write Ding Zimu's background information, and couldn't help being excited while writing.

Orphan, childhood misfortune, orphanage life, unemployment, financial difficulties, blank emotional life, projection of childhood life, sensitivity, severe insecurity, hallucinations, amnesia, changeable personality, irritability...

Where else can I find such a typical material?Yang Yiming pushed away the computer and turned around in the bedroom twice, forcing himself to calm down.He needs to collect more data, seek help from more experienced consultants, need a large number of scales to determine Ding Zimu's problems and formulate solutions, and he also needs to find a psychiatrist who can cooperate...Yang Yiming can foresee that, My future life will almost revolve around Ding Zimu

The next day, when Yang Yiming was woken up by the alarm clock, he felt a splitting headache, and his eyes were sore and astringent that he couldn't open them at all.Last night I stared at the computer and wrote at three o'clock in the morning. I couldn't bear it until I went to bed. So far, I have only slept for less than four hours.

Yang Yiming rolled on the bed in pain, trying not to think about it, but today he was going to stay at the Experimental Middle School, so he really couldn't be lazy.Yang Yiming greeted the leaders of the teaching and research center one by one from top to bottom in his heart, and then reluctantly got up to wash up. It was almost 07:30 when he tidied up and was ready to go out.

It was too late to buy breakfast, so Yang Yiming knocked on the door of the guest bedroom while checking the key mobile phone in his bag.

Nothing happened inside.

"Slept soundly," Yang Yiming thought, "There were so many things happened yesterday, he was also tired, so he could just sleep a little longer."

Yang Yiming turned around and was about to go out. After taking two steps, he stopped again. He lay on the door of the guest bedroom and listened, but naturally he couldn't hear anything.He held the doorknob and hesitated: Do you want to go in and have a look?It seems impolite to go in, but I don’t feel at ease if I don’t go in and take a look...

Yang Yiming turned the doorknob gently, and slowly pushed the door open a gap.The bedroom is not big, and it can almost be seen from the gap.The pillows were neatly piled up on the light green bed, the quilt was neatly folded, and there was hardly a single wrinkle on the bed sheet, and Ding Zimu could not be seen at all.

Yang Yiming jumped, and he immediately opened the door and stepped in.As soon as he entered the room, he found Ding Zimu sitting in the corner by the door, his hands hugging his knees, his body curled up into a ball, and his face buried in his knees.Yang Yiming rushed over in two steps and grabbed Ding Zimu's shoulder: "Ding Zimu!"

"Huh?" Ding Zimu raised his head in confusion, his eyes were red.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yiming reached out his hand to Latin Zimu, and when he touched it, he found that Ding Zimu's hand was cold.Yang Yiming was shocked, and immediately touched Ding Zimu's forehead with his hands. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever yet.

"Teacher Yang?" Ding Zimu obviously hadn't fully recovered yet, his voice was dry and hoarse, and every word he uttered was broken, "What happened?"

"What happened?" Yang Yiming smiled wryly, "Ding Zimu, you sat on the floor all night, and I haven't asked you what you want to do?"

"Me?" Ding Zimu blinked, and his eyes gradually cleared up. He looked around the room and was surprised, "I, I don't know...why am I sitting on the ground?"

Ding Zimu panicked. In the panic, he gradually felt hopeless. He lowered his head and murmured, "Mr. Yang, the psychiatrist...is it... I need to go to a mental hospital?"

"Stop joking," Yang Yiming put his arms around Ding Zimu's shoulders, "Stop wasting medical and health resources. With your sanity and self-care ability, you can even work as a nurse in a mental hospital!"

Ding Zimu raised his head to look at Yang Yiming, his eyes were full of pleading and helplessness, Yang Yiming felt very distressed.Although he has come into contact with many patients who are mentally unhealthy or even mentally ill, this is the first time for Ding Zimu. Let yourself go deep inside.

"Go, go to bed first, you'll catch a cold." Yang Yiming forcefully lifted Ding Zimu up from the ground, almost in a hugging position.The moment Ding Zimu stood up, his feet went limp, and he threw himself straight into Yang Yiming's arms.

"Are your feet numb?" Yang Yiming asked.

Ding Zimu nodded, his body trembling a little, but he still tried hard to stand up straight.

"Forget it, you can rely on me," Yang Yiming said, "Don't be brave, you won't be able to make it through."

Gritting his teeth, Ding Zimu staggered to his feet.

"It's really twisted!" Yang Yiming thought, but if it weren't for this kind of twisted energy, I'm afraid most people would have difficulty surviving in such an environment.

"Can you go, or I'll carry you there," Yang Yiming teased with a smile, trying to make Ding Zimu relax, "I can try the princess hug."

Ding Zimu stood up straighter.

Yang Yiming looked at the other person's height which was almost the same as his own, and said helplessly, "I'm just joking, you take it seriously...don't hold on, I'll help you pass."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Ding Zimu to the side of the bed in a half-hug position.

Yang Yiming said: "Go to bed and lie down, I'll get you something warm, it's so cold today."

After speaking, he turned around and went to the kitchen. When he walked through the living room, he hesitated to call the psychology teacher of the experimental middle school to ask for leave. Fortunately, there was nothing at school recently, so the leave was granted smoothly.Yang Yiming opened the door of the refrigerator, and it was empty. Fortunately, there were still two boxes of milk.Looking at the production date, Yang Yiming decided to cook both boxes, because it will expire tomorrow.

The microwave oven made a buzzing sound, and Yang Yiming watched the cup slowly turning in the microwave oven, trying to calm his emotions.He recalled the situation when he saw Ding Zimu for the first time just now, his tall and thin body curled up into a ball, as if trying to squeeze himself into the corner as much as possible.This is a protective posture, it can be seen that Ding Zimu is in extreme fear, he must be avoiding some external damage.

What is he hiding?What happened to him when he was eight years old, or before he was eight years old?

Ding!The microwave made a crisp sound, waking Yang Yiming up from his deep thoughts.Yang Yiming found half a bag of bread slices from the refrigerator. He didn't bother to check the production date, so he took it and went back to the bedroom.

Ding Zimu was still sitting on the edge of the bed, sitting upright. From the back, it could be seen that every nerve of his was tense, and he was ready to jump up at any time.

"Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming stuffed a glass of milk into his hand, "drink it, and then go to sleep."

Ding Zimu held the milk, lowered his eyes to look at the milky white liquid.

"I'll close the curtains for you. You sleep for a while, and we'll talk again when you wake up." Yang Yiming stood up and drew the curtains. Apparently, the curtains hadn't been closed last night.

Yang Yiming's movement of pulling the curtain reminded Ding Zimu immediately, he moved his lips, and said softly: "He is carrying a schoolbag and can't see the color clearly. He wears a pair of black corduroy pants, a gray sweatshirt, and big eyes... Possibly large."

His breathy voice echoed softly in the quiet room without any ups and downs. It was bright outside the window, and Yang Yiming felt very cold.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Yiming turned his head and asked, "I didn't hear clearly."

"That kid," Ding Zimu raised his head and stared straight at Yang Yiming, "I see him clearly."

Yang Yiming frowned slightly.

Ding Zimu slowly raised one hand, with his arms stretched straight, pointing to the window with the curtains drawn: "I saw him, right there."

Yang Yiming shivered cleverly, Ding Zimu's eyes were expressionless, staring straight at him, but the focus of his eyes was at a loss, not knowing where to put it.Yang Yiming felt that Ding Zimu's eyes shot through his chest, and in Ding Zimu's eyes, he did not exist at all.

Yang Yiming walked over and sat gently beside Ding Zimu, and as he sat down, the bed sank a bit, Ding Zimu's body swayed and leaned towards Yang Yiming.Yang Yiming pressed his hand on Ding Zimu's shoulder very naturally, and then gently hugged him over.

"What did he tell you?" Yang Yiming asked.

Ding Zimu shuddered: "I thought..."

"What do you think?" Yang Yiming laughed softly, "I thought I would tell you 'Don't think about it, it's an illusion', or 'It's okay, just go to sleep and you'll forget about him', right? "

Ding Zimu's head rested on Yang Yiming's shoulder, and the two of them sat side by side. This position was actually very uncomfortable, but Ding Zimu felt warm and safe. From childhood to adulthood, almost no one hugged him in this protective position. He, so he subconsciously moved his body and moved closer to Yang Yiming.

"Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming patted him on the shoulder, as if to give him courage in this way, Yang Yiming said, "Do you know what is the most important part of psychological healing? It is 'face, all problems can be solved, As long as you face it."

Ding Zimu was silent for a while and said: "Teacher Yang, he didn't say anything, I saw him coming from behind the window, I don't know how he came, and then he stood in front of me. And then... "

"Then what?" Yang Yiming asked softly, but firmly.

"I don't remember." Ding Zimu turned his head to look at Yang Yiming blankly. He was very close to Yang Yiming, and he could see himself in Yang Yiming's eyes. This scene was very familiar. It seemed that he was there at any time and place. A place that is also full of light has seen its own figure.The same clarity, but I felt very cold at that time, but now it is very warm.

"Mr. Yang, I really don't remember. I don't remember what that kid said to me. I don't understand why I sat on the ground. Teacher Yang, I wouldn't be like this before. I think... I'm sick It's getting worse."

"In theory, this can't be regarded as an exacerbation of the condition. You have encountered too many things recently and your mood is very low, so it is not surprising that you have more serious symptoms. As long as your mood changes, the situation will be much better."

"But I'm abnormal, aren't I?"

Yang Yiming slightly distanced himself from Ding Zimu, and he looked straight into Ding Zimu's eyes.Ding Zimu's eyes are quite big, and any emotion can be clearly reflected from them.Now these eyes are focused on this Yang Yiming, as if this is his life-saving straw.

"Yes," Yang Yiming said, "Ding Zimu, you are indeed abnormal, and it is serious."

Ding Zimu lowered his eyes and slowly clenched his fists.

"But," Yang Yiming grabbed Ding Zimu's shoulders and forced his head up, "I will cure you, do you believe me?"

Ding Zimu still lowered his eyes.

Yang Yiming waited patiently, the time passed by second by second, and every second was so slow that it made people tired and irritable.Finally, Ding Zimu raised his head, looked at Yang Yiming and said, "Teacher Yang, I believe it."

***

Yang Yiming comforted Ding Zimu, stared at him drinking milk, and then handed him a white pill: "Take medicine."

Ding Zimu took it without saying a word, threw the pill into his mouth, and swallowed it with milk.

"Don't worry, what if it's poison?" Yang Yiming pushed him down on the bed, pulled the quilt on him, and said with a smile.

"Poison is also very good." Ding Zimu said softly.

Yang Yiming paused, stretched out his hand and patted his cheek gently: "Listen to me, you boy, from now on you are my patient. You can only think of one thing in your mind, and that is 'I am Yang'. Teacher's patient, I can't smash Teacher Yang's signboard, I must get better', hear?"

"Okay." Ding Zimu nodded obediently, "I won't smash your signboard."

Yang Yiming stood up straight with satisfaction: "There are no sleeping pills at home, so I can only take a cold medicine for you. The ingredients in it can make you sleep well. When you wake up, let's discuss a plan together."

Ding Zimu nodded, watching Yang Yiming walk out of the room, and the door slowly closed.

It is still raining today, the sky is overcast, and the room is very dark after the thick curtains are drawn.Ding Zimu turned sideways, and he could see the bright lights of the living room slipping in through the crack of the door. This light made him feel at ease, because he could tell from the shaking of the light that Yang Yiming had just walked past his door.

Teacher Yang is in the room, and he is safe.Thinking of this, Ding Zimu fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

***

Yang Yiming went to the consulting room and found a pile of books. Ding Zimu's current symptoms fit many kinds of mental illnesses, and even some mental illnesses have such characteristics in the early stages of onset. He needs to find out the problem.Last night, that Jung's book inspired him, and he felt that Ding Zimu should be measured from the perspective of personality or character.So Yang Yiming called up a MMPI model Minnesota multiple personality test form from the computer, and decided to fill in the form first after Ding Zimu woke up, at least to judge his psychology and emotions first, and then take the EPQ scale... …

He busily tossed and tossed until almost noon, touched his stomach that had been flattened by hunger for a long time, pushed open the door of the guest bedroom and took a look, Ding Zimu was still soundly asleep, it seemed that he hadn't even turned over.

Just as Yang Yiming was about to close the door, he suddenly heard Ding Zimu cough weakly, so he tiptoed in again, reached out and touched Ding Zimu's forehead, it was hot.

Oops!After all, I still caught a cold.Yang Yiming thought with a headache, there seemed to be no antipyretics at home.He backed out lightly, grabbed his coat and put it on, and was about to go downstairs to buy antipyretics, when the phone rang again.

"Little uncle, mom and dad are not at home after working overtime in the afternoon. Come and play with me, and then take me to eat. I also want to eat Pizza Hut." Xu Zhujun's excited voice came, and Yang Yiming felt that maybe he should also suffer from a serious illness. .