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I don't know how long it took, Yang Yiming felt that his legs were numb from his knees, and Ding Zimu's crying gradually stopped.He sniffled and raised his head from Yang Yiming's shoulder: "I'm sorry, Teacher Yang."

"What can I be sorry for?" Yang Yiming said, "If you really feel sorry for me, one day I will be unhappy, can you let me hug and cry for a while?"

Ding Zimu was a little embarrassed and looked away.Yang Yiming patted his hand and said, "How about we talk in another place? There is a ruined wall here, and I am worried that I will scare people with the crying. I will recruit Taoist priests and monks later."

Ding Zimu was even more embarrassed, he wiped his face carelessly, and stood up.But kneeling for too long, he felt dizzy when he stood up suddenly, and his legs were numb and painful like needles, so he fell down uncontrollably.

Yang Yiming was in a kneeling position, and opened his arms to directly receive the person in his arms.The two slammed into each other hard, screaming in pain.Ding Zimu frantically tried to stand still, but the more anxious he felt, the more numb his legs became, and he couldn't exert any strength in his whole body.

Yang Yiming sighed: "Don't move."

Ding Zimu stopped struggling, and his originally pale face turned red.

Yang Yiming looked at the dirty ground, then sat down slowly with his arms around Ding Zimu, and said while sitting, "I don't even want to wash these pants, I guess they won't come out after washing."

"Teacher Yang..." Ding Zimu muttered, "I'll wash it."

"Forget it, where is it clean?" Yang Yiming pinched Ding Zimu's calf while talking to divert Ding Zimu's attention.Through the jeans, he squeezed Ding Zimu's hard calf muscles and calf bones, and kneaded the other's ankle from time to time while pinching.

"Teacher Yang..." Ding Zimu wanted to pull his leg back, "I can do it myself."

"Don't move." Yang Yiming pressed Ding Zimu, "Your posture is not easy to rub, just bear with it, and it will be fine after a while."

Ding Zimu was not struggling when he heard the words, he looked at Yang Yiming quietly.From his angle, he could clearly see Yang Yiming's profile. Recently, this face was the one he was most familiar with, and also the one that made him feel safest.In the past, whenever he was panicked, he would go back to the orphanage to find Teacher Feng. Teacher Feng would hold his shoulders and chatter about some comforting words that did not solve the problem at all.But even if no problem is solved, Ding Zimu still likes to go. Even if he doesn't do anything, he will feel safe just sitting beside Teacher Feng and watching her gradually wrinkled face and white hair.

He didn't know if this feeling was the feeling of "mother". In fact, he almost never experienced the so-called "maternal love", but he believed that the feeling Mr. Feng gave him was "maternal love".

He used to think that Teacher Yang gave him the same feeling, but recently he found that it was actually different.For example, today, he never moved to talk to Teacher Feng about his thoughts of seeking comfort, but the moment Yang Yiming came to find him, he felt a sense of relief.

That feeling is: Teacher Yang is here, everything will be easy to handle...

Ding Zimu's legs felt a burst of soreness, and under Yang Yiming's fingers, the soreness gradually turned into a sense of satisfaction.Since he entered technical secondary school, he has never enjoyed this kind of personal close care. At the age of 15, he was as stubborn as a calf, and he was ashamed to ask Teacher Feng for a hug or comfort.From then on, he began to force himself to grow up, the sooner the better, only when he grows up can he be independent, only when he is independent can he be a real person.

Maybe it grew too fast and he missed too much.When Yang Yiming sat in the dirt and carefully massaged his legs, he felt extremely safe and happy: finally, someone in this world would find out that he was "missing", would travel across the city to find him, and would beat countless Called, questioned everyone who could, just to find out where he was, safe or not.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu asked subconsciously, "Why did you come?"

"What do you think?" Yang Yiming started rubbing Ding Zimu's leg after massaging Ding Zimu's leg, and said while rubbing, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"..."

Yang Yiming didn't urge him, he stood up slowly on his own, supported the wall with one hand and stomped his feet vigorously, then bent down and put his arm through Ding Zimu's armpit to pull him up forcefully—this was almost a big hug Ding Zimu felt extremely satisfied at that moment.

Ding Zimu stood up slowly following Yang Yiming's strength, and he said, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"Go home." Yang Yiming said, "It's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

Ding Zimu nodded, and slowly walked out of the "ruins" behind Yang Yiming.

***

Yang Yiming's car drove very fast, and drove towards his home without hesitation.Ding Zimu didn't object either, neither of them spoke, only the sound of the engine could be heard in the car.But in this buzzing sound, Ding Zimu became more and more at ease, as if his way forward was illuminated by car lights, and the person beside him could lead him out of this darkness.

Yang Yiming parked the car downstairs and took Ding Zimu upstairs. He said, "You, call Yuan Qiao, he is very worried about you."

Ding Zimu called honestly, and Yuan Qiao said angrily on the other end of the phone: "Where did you go, Ding Zimu? Do you know how anxious I am? Why don't you answer the phone when you go out..."

Ding Zimu listened to Yuan Qiao's scolding in silence, while Yang Yiming said, "Apologize."

Ding Zimu pursed his lips: "Brother Yuan, I'm sorry."

"Ah?" Yuan Qiao was stunned for a moment, "There is no need to apologize, but if you think otherwise, everyone is very worried."

Ding Zimu glanced at Yang Yiming, and said, "It won't happen in the future, I promise."

When Yang Yiming opened the door, Ding Zimu just hung up Yuan Qiao's phone and let out a long breath.Although he said "Dad, I was wrong" or "Mom, I dare not" every day when he was a child, the "I'm sorry" he said to Yuan Qiao at this moment has a different feeling, he has a sense of shame rather than fear.

Yang Yiming took off his dirty coat and hung it up in the entrance, then turned his head and said to Ding Zimu, "Give Luo Yang another call, and tell him that you are staying at my house tonight."

Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, but still obediently called Luo Yang again.Yang Yiming looked at him standing in the middle of the living room, his clothes hadn't changed yet, his body was dirty, and he sincerely said "I'm sorry" to Luo Yang, while Luo Yang was jumping and calling on the other end of the phone.Yang Yiming could hear that when Ding Zimu called Yuan Qiao, his voice was still slightly trembling, with a bit of evasion, and he was silent about why he ran back today and why he didn't answer the phone.But when he called Luo Yang, that avoidance was not so obvious. He even told Luo Yang that "I'm in a bad mood today" and "I'll tell you some things in a few days"...

Yang Yiming was very satisfied with this, he used this method to make Ding Zimu review what happened today over and over again, and what made him so scared that he had nowhere to hide and wanted to run to that place.Only in this way can he face this reality, no matter how terrible it is, through repeated reinforcements.And positive problems are always the first step in solving problems.

Dodging will only make things worse.

Ding Zimu hung up Luo Yang's phone and called Teacher Feng again without waiting for Yang Yiming to speak. This time, he said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Feng, for making you worry...I received a call from that person today... ...I'm a little annoyed and a little scared, but I'm fine now...I'm here with Teacher Yang."

Yang Yiming is very relieved that Ding Zimu is really changing, he is trying to learn to deal with problems by himself instead of leaving everything to Da Ding or someone else—speaking of it, in such a bad situation today, Da Ding did not show up. What a delight!But at the same time, Yang Yiming was also a little worried. He vaguely felt that he could guess who "that person" was. He thought, if it was really him, it would be really troublesome.

Yang Yiming took out the home clothes that Ding Zimu wore last time from the closet: "Here, you go take a shower first, we'll talk later."

Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment, took his clothes and went into the bathroom.Yang Yiming turned around and went into the kitchen. As a qualified nerd, he still has the ability to cook dried noodles. Although the food won't be very tasty, Ding Zimu must not be able to taste it either.

Sure enough, under Yang Yiming's unyielding gaze, Ding Zimu ate the big bowl of noodles recklessly.

"Are you full?"

Ding Zimu nodded.

Yang Yiming took the bowl and put it aside, and asked, "Would you like to tell me what happened today?"

Ding Zimu quickly lowered his eyelids, and tightened the corners of his mouth.

"Go to sleep if you don't want to, you are exhausted today." Although Yang Yiming said so, his eyes were fixed on Ding Zimu, carefully observing the other's expression.

Ding Zimu shook his head slowly: "I..." He stopped after saying a word, and his fingers trembled slightly.But Yang Yiming saw it accurately, he stretched out his hand and patted Ding Zimu's hand lightly, every time he covered his entire palm, it was firmly attached to the back of Ding Zimu's hand.Ding Zimu's hand was icy cold, but Yang Yiming couldn't hold it back. He gently shook Ding Zimu's fingers and said, "Don't worry, don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

Ding Zimu raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Yiming fixedly, his eyes were still red after crying.He opened his mouth with difficulty, and said slowly, "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry."

Yang Yiming nodded: "You are too modest, I have accepted it."

"Are you... angry?" Ding Zimu asked carefully.

"A little bit." Yang Yiming leaned over slightly.

"Sorry for worrying you."

"I'm not angry because of this," Yang Yiming said, "I'm angry because you didn't keep your promise."

"What?" Ding Zimu was a little dazed.

"I remember you promised me that you would not hide anything, and you would tell me anything." Yang Yiming leaned down and approached Ding Zimu, and said seriously, "I am your counselor, remember?"

"I remember." Ding Zimu said, "Mr. Yang, I just suddenly... don't know what to do. I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Would you like to talk now?" Yang Yiming asked, "If you feel too tired or don't want to talk, we can talk again tomorrow."

"I..." Ding Zimu swallowed and said, "I got a call."

"Your father?"

Ding Zimu shivered uncontrollably, the fear engraved in his bones made him feel a little cold.He nodded with difficulty. "He called me."

"He's out of prison?"

"Ah."

"What are you looking for?"

"do not know."

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything," Ding Zimu said. "He just told me he was released from prison, and asked me where I live now."

"What did you say."

"I didn't say anything," Ding Zimu paused, and then continued, "I was stunned at the time, I couldn't say anything, I felt like I was about...out of breath."

"What else did he say?"

"He said," Ding Zimu calmed down, raised his head and looked at Yang Yiming, as if he could only feel safe and at ease if he put his eyes on him: "He said...he said...he will contact me again."

Yang Yiming thought for a while, and said decisively: "Take a day off tomorrow, and you move to my house."

Ding Zimu was stunned for a moment, he gaped and said, "Yang... Teacher Yang?"

"There's nothing to say," Yang Yiming said irresistibly, "at least come to my house for a month or two."

"Do not……"

"Ding Zimu, you promised to listen to me."

"But, he is..."

"I know who he is," Yang Yiming said with a faint smile, "don't worry, I can handle it."

Ding Zimu was in a hurry: "No, Mr. Yang, you don't know him, he is... In short, this is not okay."

Yang Yiming said: "How will you know if you don't try it? Ding Zimu, you have to learn to trust me. If I say I can handle it, I will definitely do it. So far, have I lied to you? Have I said anything big? "

Ding Zimu shook his head violently.

Yang Yiming stood up and pulled Ding Zimu up: "I am very happy today, do you know that?"

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming puzzled.

"It was the first time you took the initiative to tell me about the past, you were willing to tell me about your father, and most importantly, you were willing to live in my house, all of which made me happy."

Ding Zimu vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the three sentences here, but before he could react, Yang Yiming continued: "Ding Zimu, do you know what this means? It means that you trust me, and more importantly, It means that you are becoming more and more brave now, and you are no longer evading."

Ding Zimu tilted his head and thought carefully, did he really become brave?Do you trust Teacher Yang?Would you like to live here?

Maybe!

The trust in Yang Yiming came quietly, probably since he was sincerely willing to do something for the children in the orphanage, he was sure that Teacher Yang was a good person.This person is willing to help and take him in, and tirelessly encourages and comforts him. So, has he really become brave?

Maybe, with this person around, it seems that he will really become brave.

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu's eyes that were gradually brightening, and there was a sentence stuck in his throat that he never said: Ding Zimu, you are really good, you did not escape.The whole night, Da Ding didn't come out, not even for a moment!

***

Yang Yiming sent Ding Zimu to bed, and waited in the living room for a long time. When he opened the door gently and went in, he found that Ding Zimu was breathing long and calmly, and he was already asleep.Yang Yiming turned around and went back to his room, took out his notebook and began to search for information over the wall.As far as he knows, there is almost no complete and systematic multiple personality treatment program in China, and there are even few definite cases.Yang Yiming also went back to the university to consult his tutor, and the answer he got was ambiguous and specious.

Under such circumstances, Yang Yiming had no choice but to test a little bit. He originally planned to spend a year building trust with Ding Zimu and allowing Ding Zimu to find a sense of security, but the reality is mixed.Obviously, Ding Zimu's trust in himself is far better than expected, but the appearance of his father may also ruin all this and make the situation worse.

what to do?Yang Yiming was a little at a loss. He clicked on his mailbox, but there was no new email in it.The day before yesterday, he took a lot of effort to find the email address of an American psychologist with experience in treating multiple personality patients. He wrote a letter to the expert, briefly introducing Ding Zimu's situation, and wanted to get Some help and guidance, but no reply yet.

Yang Yiming leaned back in the chair irritably, and let out a long sigh.

At this time, he suddenly heard a voice behind him saying, "What do you want to do next?"

Yang Yiming scratched his hair and stood up, turned to face Ding and said, "I said, can you stop appearing in such a terrifying way every time, at least give an early warning."