I slipped into the 70-year-old novel and became a poor little person who was despised by the whole family. Before I could fight back, the supposedly cold-hearted uncle cornered me and asked, "Why did you hide from me yesterday?" I called him uncle at the top of my voice, but he pinched my waist and laughed softly: "Call me uncle again, and I won't even think about going to bed tonight." Later, I found his little notebook, which was full of my favorite candied haws, my favorite cloth, and one sentence - she smiled at me three times, she must like me. Why is the cold-faced King of Hell more clingy than a dog?
