On the night when I came of age, "I" sneakily ran to the kitchen and ate like crazy, and then sneaked back into the room. After a while, "I" got up from the bed again and elegantly went to the kitchen to eat. Soon, "I" rushed to the kitchen again, and after a gust of wind and clouds, there was a scene of "the food has been taken back three times, and there is a large refrigerator here." To put it crudely, there is nothing to eat. Oh my gosh! Who told me that sleepwalking three times a night and eating more than I can eat is a sign of split personality? Can your family's personality speak to you?