Extraordinary relationship

Split personalities are really amazing. Even though they are all the same person, their skill level is completely different.Legend has it that Han Dong inherited all of Mother Han's craftsmanship, and his work is clean and quick, while Han Ju... After frying two dishes in succession, Han Ju did something to the last two wilted eggplants in the refrigerator.

Jin Shuan sat on the sofa and watched Han Su busy with work, his heart was peaceful, he had no illusions about the meal.

Just now Han Su's expression changed, Jin Shu'an thought that Han Dong had come out, but in fact his attitude towards Han Dong was very complicated, he hoped that this personality would never appear again, and also hoped to understand more - after all, it was also a part of Han Dong.

Dr. Song said that each personality of a DID patient seems to be independent, but in reality they are like orange petals that have been torn open one by one. Broken, enlarged one by one to form a seemingly split soul.

And killing the sub-personality is nothing more than putting these soul fragments back together.

So just now, Jin Shu'an actually had some expectations. He wanted to try Han Dong's dishes.It's a pity that Han Su didn't give him this chance.

"You serve a meal by yourself. Serve more, it's a bit salty." Han Su took two plates of dishes and beckoned him to eat as he walked.

Putting down the documents in Jinshu, I looked up and saw this man with his sleeves rolled up, and a small blue apron tied in front of him, covered with oil stars all over it, he really looked like a little Chinese master.

But this is only an illusion.

"Hangjiao Beef Tenderloin!" Han Su picked up a sticky black thing with chopsticks, put it in his bowl, and said expectantly, "I heard from my brother that you have to scratch it with starch before making it. I can't do it well." It looks good, but it is really tender to eat!"

"Your brother cooks, and you still watch from the sidelines?" Jin Shuan held the chopsticks by the side of the bowl, and didn't eat or look at Han Su.

"Ang, sometimes he would ask me to chat with him by the side." Han Su put his elbows on the edge of the table, resting his chin on the back of his hands, and said with a smile: "To be honest, anyone who sees my figure will say that it is standard Just you and my brother always think I'm thin and always make me eat more."

"Isn't your brother the same body shape as you?" Jin Shu'an recalled the Han Dong he met that day. He did have the same appearance as Han Su, but perhaps because of his personality, he looked older than Han Su.

"Yes." Han Su curled his lips, "Who knows what he thinks, he always says he won't fatten me up, and I'm too embarrassed to kill the stewed sauerkraut during the Chinese New Year."

When Jin Shu'an heard the word "killed", his heart skipped a beat.Even though Han Dong didn't know that he was just a split personality, he had been preparing for the seizure, just like Doctor Song said, it was the instinct of personality.

Seeing that he was silent, Han suddenly knocked on the table, his eyes focused on his rice bowl, "What are you thinking, hurry up and eat, it will be cold in a while."

Jin Shuan didn't make a sound, silently ate the beef tenderloin that Han Su had given him.

The beef tenderloin is indeed quite tender, but the taste is just... barely edible.

"How is it?" Han suddenly rubbed his hands nervously.

Jin Shuan looked at him, although he should give some encouragement to those who are cooking for the first time, but he was really afraid that Han Su would become addicted to it and would stop cooking, so he just nodded and said, "It's a bit salty."

"It's not bad, isn't it!" Han Su clapped his hands, without denying it, it was an affirmation in disguise!

He was a little complacent, and pushed another plate of muddy things towards Jin Shu'an, "Try this again, burn eggplant!"

It was difficult for Jinshu to set down the chopsticks, and he didn't want to suffer alone, so he couldn't help asking him: "You, do you want to eat more?"

"I don't want to eat, I just want to watch you eat!" Han Su warmly picked up the vegetables for him, watched him finish all the vegetables and rice, then took off his little apron contentedly, and shook his body. It smells bad, go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jin Shu'an had something on his mind. He couldn't read the documents amidst the sound of running water in the bathroom. He put the folder aside, took out a small jade box from the cabinet, opened it, and inside was a small ugly stone. , this is Han Ju's token of love for him.

Recalling that Han Su got up and left in the western restaurant at that time, Jin Shu'an's heart felt as if it was suddenly pumped, and fell from the mountainside into an unknown deep valley in an instant.Fortunately, Han Su came back with roses and the moon, illuminating his deep valley white and bright.

The feeling at that time was vivid in my heart, and Jinshu put away the moon wholeheartedly. When I was tired from work, I would take it out to enjoy the aftertaste. After several times, I found something extraordinary.

The stone was nothing, but the box in which it was placed seemed to have a lot of history—it seemed to be an antique.

According to Han Su, this box was given to his mother by his grandmother, and it was probably part of the dowry, but judging by the workmanship and materials used, it really doesn't look like a folk thing.So who was Han Su's grandmother, or rather, his grandfather?

If one of Han Ju's relatives can be identified, then he can roughly estimate his age.Only by narrowing the scope can it be possible to slowly find out what kind of trauma he has suffered.

As soon as this matter became suspicious, Jin Shu'an couldn't calm down anymore, and he immediately contacted a reliable scholar to appraise the jade box.It's just that the handwriting originally engraved on the bottom of this box is now blurred, so if you want to distinguish it, you must first restore it, and then look through historical materials to find the source.

Originally thought that this would be a long process, who knew that after he came out of the psychological clinic at noon today, he received a call from a scholar.

The appraisal result of the jade box came out. According to the presumption, it was indeed something from the palace. Although I don’t know how many hands it has gone through, it should have been a gift from the emperor in the first place.

This was originally a jade carving dedicated to Emperor Xianfeng by the local government. In the tenth year of Guangxu, it was awarded to a 20-year-old court painter by Cixi together with several other calligraphy treasures in the study.

"What's the painter's name?" Jin Shu'an clenched his fists, with uncontrollable tension in his eyes.

The scholar pushed his glasses: "Tang Gui."

Jin Shu'an frowned lightly, a soap bubble appeared on the tip of his heart, and it became more and more annoying as he dangled around.

What kind of relationship does Tang Gui have with Han Su? Is it because they are irrelevant, or is it his grandfather?

Jinshu An felt itchy, so he heard the scholar continue to say: "Tang Guichu's age was not good, but his grandparents were court painters for three generations, so he went to the palace when he was very young, and he painted well. Well, by the tenth year of Guangxu, he was already the teacher of the Gergbels."

"However, you may know that Western paintings began to flourish in the palace in the last years of Kangxi, and foreign painters such as Castiglione overshadowed traditional painters, so the world always knows little about people like Tang Gui."

"What happened next?" Jin Shu'an asked him.

The scholar shook his head, his tone a little regretful: "After the Reform Movement of [-] failed, Tang Gui left the Forbidden City. Anyway, it was very chaotic at that time, and no one cared whether a painter would go or stay. And there are only so many records about him. .”

Jin Shuan's index finger and thumb rubbed each other, trying to find clues in these year numbers.

The tenth year of Guangxu was 1884, Tang Gui was 20 years old at that time, and the Reform Movement of 1898 was in 34, that is to say, he was [-] years old when he left the palace.

After a while, Jin Shu'an asked again: "So, Tang Gui...has he got a wife? What is his wife's last name? Is there any record of his child?"

"Of course there is a wife!" The professor returned the jade box to him, took off his glasses and said with a smile, "I remember the literature said that Mrs. Tang Fang gave birth to him a son and a daughter."

"The surname is Fang..." The bubble in Jin Shuan's heart seemed to be poked by a needle and burst.

Han Su had said that his mother's surname was Li, and perhaps this Tang Gui had nothing to do with him, and the jade box probably passed on to his family.

Jinshu Anzheng was concentrating, and suddenly felt a burst of coolness in front of him, and then he was hugged in his arms.

"Do you like it?" Han Su came out of the bathroom and saw Jin Shu'an playing with the jade box he gave him, his heart softened, and he quietly walked over to hug him.

"I like it." Jin Shuan put the small box aside and hugged Han Su back.At noon in midsummer, there was plenty of light. This man was only wearing a bath towel, and his upper body was light and smooth. He stood by the bed, and the sun shone brightly on the water droplets that hadn't been wiped off his body.

Han Su raised his chin, lowered his head and pecked lightly on his lips, "You've been preoccupied this afternoon? What kind of work makes it difficult for us today's great architect?"

"Han Su..." Jin Shu An Bieguo glanced away, hesitated for a while before looking at him again: "We have been together for a short time, and I think...it's time to visit your parents. "

Han suddenly laughed, "Are you worried about this? Are you worried about work, tsk!"

He sat beside Jin Shu'an, took his hand and put it in the palm of his hand, and said, "I've been thinking about it too recently, we've been slurping this bowl of rice porridge for half a year, and it doesn't seem inappropriate anymore." He smiled, " I'm actually a little nervous."

Jin Shuan turned his head and looked at Han Su. The eyes in front of him were extremely moist and clear under the sun. There was no trace of haze or dodge in his eyes. This person was unintentionally honest and sincere.

"Although my parents can't say they fully accept it, they are generally quite open-minded. Although they persuaded them a few times, they didn't strongly object." Han Su thought for a moment, looked around, and then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Han Su had just taken a shower and took off his trousers on the sink. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and played it to his mother. Taking advantage of the time when the phone was beeping, he came out and said to Jin Shu'an, "Wait for me to call you!" Call, let’s make an appointment to see where it’s better to meet, don’t go back suddenly and miss out.”

Jin Shu'an didn't expect this person to hang up the phone directly, because he didn't know what would happen next, so he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.He nodded, and when he was about to speak, Han Su made a gesture of "shh" with his index finger on his lips.

"Hey mom, me!" Sitting on the sofa, Han Su heard his mother say "Oh" on the phone, and the background seemed to be quite chaotic, so he asked, "What did you two do, why is it so chaotic over there? "

Mother Han: "Your dad and I are attending my colleague's wedding, what's the matter?"

"What colleague of yours is only getting married now? How old are you?" Han Su leaned on the backrest and said with a smile, "Second marriage?"

"Yeah!" Mother Han's noise was getting quieter, she seemed to be walking to a secluded place, "Just Song Yumin and Hou Mingyue from my department, do you remember? You gave you candy when you were young."

"Song Yumin, Hou Mingyue?" Han suddenly scratched his temples, suddenly realized for a while, then slapped his thigh and said, "Ooooh, I remember! I remember they have been arguing for more than ten years, right? They finally got together?" He tilted his head. With Erlang's legs, he couldn't help laughing when he thought of the funny things when he was young, and he smirked at Jin Shu'an and said, "The old couple are trying to get favors!"

"Yes!" His old lady should be on the other side, "I'm outside, if you have anything to say, hurry up, the banquet will start soon!"

"Well, it's like this..." Han Su bit his lower lip, smiled a little embarrassedly, put his mouth on the side of his face, and told his mother the matter half ashamed and half questioning.

Mama Han had something to do, so she hung up the phone within a few minutes.Han Su put down the phone, his face was almost as red as a monkey's ass. Although he had practiced earlier, it was still more difficult than he imagined when he actually opened his mouth.

He slapped his hands on both sides of his face a few times, but when he looked up, he saw that Jin Shu'an's expression was not quite right.

"What's wrong with you?" Han suddenly got up and climbed onto the bed, pulled Jinshuan to lie down, covered his head in the dark and asked him, "Are you also ashamed?"

Han Su's words fell silent under the quilt, and he stretched out his hand to touch Jin Shu'an's face, it wasn't hot, but rather cold.

"What's the matter?" Han Su felt something was wrong, and raised his hand to lift the quilt, but was stopped by Jin Shuan.

Jin Shu'an held his hand and said in a faint voice after an unknown amount of time: "Yes... Song Yumin and Hou Mingyue are married?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Han Su didn't understand why.

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DID multiple personality disorder