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In 2030, in the middle of winter, City A.

The first rest of the snow, full of innocence.

In the garden of a high-end single-family villa, a little girl in a red padded jacket and a lion head cap was squatting in the yard to play with the snow.The little girl is only four or five years old, with a delicate and white face like a porcelain doll, which is even more dazzling than the snow against the background of the snow all over the ground. The big eyes are round and clear, and the eyelashes are curled and long. Blinking like a little butterfly fluttering its wings.

The little girl is holding a toy shovel in her left hand and a duckling in her right. She is having fun playing, and she is still chanting:

"The little duck wants to cross the river, but what if the river is full of snow?"

"Of course it is with a shovel to clear the snow, so that the little duck can cross the river to find its mother!"

"Mom made a lot of delicious food for the little duck, including chicken legs, duck legs and big meatballs!"

"Ducklings like big meatballs the most..."

Suddenly there was a sound of rustling footsteps ahead, and then a pair of black boots appeared on the snow in front of the little girl.The little girl stopped playing in her hands, and looked up, only to see a very tall man in black standing in front of her at some point.

"Uncle, who are you?" the little girl asked in a childish voice.

The man squatted down, his brows were smiling, his amber pupils were full of love, and he replied softly, "Uncle is your future husband."

"Husband?" The little girl said these two words, and tilted her head slightly: "What is a husband?"

The man patiently explained: "A husband is someone who will spend your whole life with you when you grow up."

The little girl shook her head: "I don't understand."

The man chuckled, and reached out to touch the little girl's white face: "It's okay, you'll find out later, but before that, you have to promise uncle that you can't like other men, okay?"

The little girl didn't know what liking was, so she pouted her lips and thought about it for a while, then slowly asked, "Why?"

The man didn't answer but instead asked, "Is uncle good-looking?"

When the little girl heard this, a pair of obsidian-like eyes lingered for a moment on the man's profound and handsome face, which was chiseled out like a knife and an axe, and then she nodded seriously: "It's very beautiful."

"It's good to be good-looking. Uncle is so good-looking, why are you willing to like others? Right?"

The little girl gave a half-comprehensive "hmm": "Yes."

"So," the man smiled softly, and raised his hand to gently scratch the tip of the little girl's nose: "You have to remember Uncle, and let Uncle be your husband when you grow up."

"Ok!"

"This is a secret and an agreement between the two of us, please don't tell anyone else." The man stretched out his little finger and shook it in front of the little girl, and the little girl knew how to hook the man with her little finger, her voice was immature but serious : "Uncle, let's pull the hook and promise not to change for 100 years!"

"More than 100 years," the man's thin lips curled up slightly, his eyes deep: "It will remain the same from generation to generation."

2037, late spring.

Intense summer is wrapped in the dark and rolling clouds in the sky, rushing towards the city, the wind is strong, the shadows of the trees are shaking, and the dark sky makes it impossible to see that it is only four o'clock in the afternoon.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl just came out of the bathroom. Seeing that the rainstorm was coming outside the window, she hurried to the balcony and closed the window while wiping her hair.

"Crack!"

The strong wind and the broken branches and leaves flying around were blocked by the window glass. The little girl turned around, but saw a familiar man in black sitting at the desk behind her.

"Uncle, you are here," the little girl smiled when she saw the man in black, ran over and sat down next to him, turned her face and asked, "Didn't you just come here two days ago? Why did you suddenly appear again today?" ?”

The man took the towel from the little girl's hand and wiped her wet hair, and replied softly: "It's going to rain heavily, I'm worried that you're afraid, so come and have a look."

"I'm not afraid," the little girl seemed to know the man very well. While the man was brushing her hair, she naturally grabbed the hem of the man's wide sleeves hanging by her side and held it in her hand: "I like rainy days the most."

"Why?" the man asked.

"Because it's very comfortable, it's icy cold, and it's more comfortable than turning on the air conditioner!" The little girl replied happily, her feet dropped to the edge of the table, dangling happily.

For the same question, the man heard a different answer after more than ten years.

He was very happy in his heart, glad that the silly girl who had suffered so much finally ushered in her own happiness.

So he smiled and said, "In the future, your life will only be more comfortable than now."

"Really?" The little girl couldn't imagine what it would be like in the future, and she didn't know what a "more comfortable" life meant. She looked at the man with blank eyes.

The man put the towel on his knees, stretched out his hand and pinched the little girl's face: "Of course, because you will have me in the days to come."

"Huh?" The little girl frowned slightly: "Uncle, what you mean is that he will live with me in the future, and don't need to appear and disappear like now?"

The man blinked, and there seemed to be light in the amber pupils: "Yes."

"That's great!" The little girl jumped off the table and turned around three times happily: "I really want to see my uncle every day! Uncle must keep his word!" She stretched out her little finger and waved it in front of the man's eyes. : "The pull hook is the proof, and it must not be changed from generation to generation!"

The smile on the man's face was even bigger than that of the little girl. Seeing this, he stretched out his little finger to hook her, and nodded affirmatively: "No change."

2043, early autumn.

In a dimly lit room with the doors and windows closed, a girl with a clean face is lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed.

She just finished her birthday, with a contented smile on her brows and eyes.

"Hmph, uncle, you broke your promise," the girl turned over in a daze holding the quilt, muttering indistinct words: "The one who promised to come to celebrate my birthday won't come..."

"Didn't I come here?"

In the dream, the man whom the girl had been thinking about for a long time answered softly.

The girl ran up to the man in three or two steps, her face full of anger: "Uncle, what's the matter with you? I've been waiting for you for a whole day and you didn't come. Do you know that my birthday is already over!"

"No, I came in a hurry." The man pulled the girl into his arms and locked him up. He raised a watch on his wrist to show the girl, "Look, it's still half an hour before twelve o'clock."

This watch was bought by the girl for a man with the pocket money she had saved for a long time. Seeing the man wearing it now, most of the resentment in her chest disappeared: "Hmph, what birthday present did uncle prepare for me?"

"Heh," the man chuckled, stared at the girl condescendingly for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and whispered in the girl's ear, "I'll give you my uncle, do you want it?"

When the girl heard the words, her face turned red and her heart beat uncontrollably. She raised her head and looked at the man, unable to answer for a long time.