Later, I sat at the coffee table in the hall and taught my six-year-old niece to do math problems. My niece read the questions and counted on her fingers: When Xiaofang was six years old, she met Xiao Ming, who was sixteen years old. So how old was Xiao Ming, who Xiao Fang met when she was eighteen years old? She plucked her fingers and found that it was not enough. I immediately put on a disgusted expression: Of course she is sixteen! The little niece stared at her grape-sized eyes, a little confused. There was no movement in the kitchen, and he walked out, wearing an apron, leaning against the door frame, with a faint smile on his lips. The little niece turned back to him to confirm the answer. He nodded firmly, and then we looked at each other and smiled. I once asked him why he met me after traveling through time. He replied: Maybe it was because of you that I traveled through time. An old poetry collection, a love story about time. Surprise at the first sight, joy at the last.
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