Su Ling's Time Travel

When they reached a dense forest, Zhang Fugui suddenly stopped. "Guozhu, look over there in the bushes, is there any movement?" He pointed to a clump of trees not far away, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guozhu immediately tensed up. He carefully observed the bushes, fearing that some danger might be lurking there. "Dad, I didn't see anything. Are you being too nervous?" he said softly.

Zhang Fugui shook his head: "No, Guozhu. We can't afford to be negligent or careless on this postal route. Sometimes, danger lurks beneath a seemingly calm surface." His words were filled with awe and caution towards this postal route.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guozhu felt a surge of admiration. Looking at his father's resolute gaze and composed demeanor, he knew he still had much to learn and grow. "Dad, I understand. I will be more careful and cautious," he said solemnly.

Looking at his son's earnest expression and determined eyes, Zhang Fugui felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. He knew his son was gradually growing into a capable postman. He patted his son's shoulder and continued, "Guozhu, remember, wherever you go, never forget the people in our village. They are our roots. These letters are their link to the outside world. We must protect them well and ensure they are safely delivered to every villager."

"I understand, Dad." Zhang Guozhu nodded vigorously, his heart filled with boundless hope and confidence for the future. "I will keep it in mind and walk this postal route with love."

Sunlight slanted across the winding mountain path, draping the quiet trail in a golden cloak. Zhang Fugui and his son Zhang Guozhu, carrying heavy mailbags and leading their dog Ah Huang, slowly made their way deeper into the mountains. Though their steps were heavy, their eyes shone with unwavering determination, as if each step trod upon the threads of history, connecting every heart awaiting a letter.

After walking for a long time, they arrived at a simple wooden house. The house was built against the mountain and surrounded by lush trees, making it appear exceptionally peaceful and harmonious. At this moment, an old man with a full head of white hair was already waiting at the door, his eyes filled with expectation and longing, as if he were waiting for some precious gift.

"Oh, Master Zhang, you've finally arrived!" The old man's face lit up with a bright smile as soon as he saw Zhang Fugui, like a spring breeze sweeping across parched land. He quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped Zhang Fugui's hand. His enthusiasm and excitement deeply moved Zhang Guozhu.

"Old Li, we're here." Zhang Fugui responded with a smile, his voice full of warmth and affection. He patted the old man's shoulder, as if conveying an invisible strength, "Look, this is a letter from your children. I brought it to you specially."

As he spoke, Zhang Fugui took out letters from his mailbag and handed them to the old man. The old man's hands trembled slightly as he took the letters, as if he were holding the whole world in his hands. His eyes gradually welled up with tears, and his longing and concern turned into hot tears that slid onto the letters.

"The children...are they alright?" the old man asked, his voice choked with emotion, filled with endless longing and worry. He carefully opened the letter, and lines of familiar handwriting came into view, as if his children were right in front of him, telling him about their current situation and how much he missed them.

Seeing the old man's excited expression, Zhang Fugui was also filled with emotion. He gently patted the old man's back and comforted him, "Old Li, don't worry. The children are all doing well; they wrote in their letters. Look, this is a photo Little Li sent; he's gained quite a bit of weight."

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately looked up at his son in the photo, a relieved smile spreading across his face. He examined the photo carefully, as if trying to etch every detail into his heart. Then, he looked up at Zhang Fugui and said gratefully, "Master Zhang, thank you so much. You always go to such lengths to deliver letters to me, allowing me to know how my children are doing. I will never forget this kindness."

Zhang Fugui smiled and shook his head: "Old Li, you're too kind. We're all from the same village, it's only right that we help each other. Besides, this is my job." His words were full of simplicity and sincerity, which made the old man feel deeply warm.

Standing to the side, Zhang Guozhu watched this scene, a surge of inexplicable emotion welling up within him. He had never imagined that the postman's work could be so meaningful. It wasn't just about delivering letters, but also the longing and concern between loved ones, a bond connecting every family. He deeply felt the weight and responsibility of this job, and his resolve to dedicate himself to this postal route only strengthened.