Su Ling's Time Travel

As the sun set, the father and son disappeared into the distance, but their love and sense of responsibility, like the afterglow of the sunset, warmed this barren land and the children in the mountains. Chapter 528: The Storm Is Coming

The sky was as if soaked in ink, with layers of dark clouds pressing down on the ground. A sudden, fierce wind began to blow, carrying an undeniable force that whipped up dust and blurred the entire world. Tree branches swayed in the wind, rustling softly like nature's whispers, or perhaps foreshadowing the approaching storm.

Zhang Fugui and his son Zhang Guozhu, carrying heavy mailbags, quickened their pace in the sudden change of weather. Their faces were etched with anxiety, yet their eyes revealed unwavering determination. The mailbags swayed in the wind, as if they might be swept away at any moment, but they held on tightly, preventing them from moving.

"Guozhu, hurry! We need to find shelter from the rain quickly." Zhang Fugui's voice was slightly hoarse, but full of strength. As he spoke, he scanned the surroundings, looking for a place to take shelter.

Zhang Guozhu followed closely behind his father, his face also filled with tension. He knew that such weather would undoubtedly be a test for them. But he also understood that as long as they were with their father, nothing could defeat them.

The wind howled stronger, as if it would swallow the whole world. The dark clouds pressed lower, and distant thunder rumbled, foreshadowing an impending downpour. Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu quickened their pace, their hearts pounding with the severity of the weather.

"Dad, are we going to be too late?" Zhang Guozhu couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with worry.

Zhang Fugui didn't look back, but walked forward with even greater determination. "No, Guozhu. We'll definitely find shelter from the rain." His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of confidence and resolve.

Just then, they saw a dilapidated temple not far ahead, like a ray of light in the darkness. The two smiled at each other and quickened their pace towards the temple.

Although the temple was dilapidated, it was enough to shelter them from the sudden storm. Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu took shelter inside, placed the mailbag aside, and breathed a long sigh of relief. Their faces were etched with exhaustion, but their eyes shone with the light of relief after surviving a disaster.

"It's a good thing we have this temple, otherwise we would have been soaked to the bone," Zhang Fugui said with a smile, his voice light and humorous.

Zhang Guozhu smiled too, looking at his father with gratitude in his heart. He knew that no matter what difficulties they encountered, as long as they were with his father, they would definitely be able to overcome them.

Outside the temple, wind and rain raged, and thunder roared. But inside, there was only peace and warmth. Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu sat in a corner, silently waiting for the rain to stop.

“Guozhu, do you think the unpredictable weather is just like our lives?” Zhang Fugui suddenly said, his eyes revealing a deep meaning.

Zhang Guozhu paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought. He understood his father's meaning; life, indeed, was like the weather, full of changes and unknowns. But he also knew that as long as he had faith and perseverance, he would surely weather the storm and usher in a sunny day.

“Dad, you’re right. No matter what difficulties we encounter in the future, I will face them with you,” Zhang Guozhu said firmly. His voice was not loud, but it was full of strength and determination.

Looking at his son, Zhang Fugui felt a surge of pride and joy. He knew his son had grown up and was capable of standing on his own. He gently patted his son's shoulder, saying nothing more, but that silent encouragement and support was more powerful than any words.

Outside the temple, the wind and rain continued to rage. But inside, Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu seemed to be in another world. They waited quietly, waiting for the rain to stop, waiting for the moment they could set off on their postal route again.

"Dad, when do you think the rain will stop?" Zhang Guozhu couldn't help but ask again, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Zhang Fugui looked up at the sky, his brow furrowed. "This rain comes quickly and goes quickly. I believe it will stop soon." His voice was calm, but it revealed an indescribable firmness and confidence.

Zhang Guozhu nodded; he believed his father's words. He knew that as long as they held onto hope and persevered, they would surely weather this storm and usher in their own sunny days.

So they waited quietly, waiting for the rain to stop, waiting to resume their postal route and deliver love and hope to everyone who was waiting. And in this storm, their figures grew even taller and more resolute, as if they had become the most beautiful sight in the world.

"Guozhu, let's continue once the rain stops. This postal route can't be delayed by a little wind and rain." Zhang Fugui's words were filled with unwavering determination.

“Yes, Dad. I understand. Let’s work together to deliver this love and hope to everyone who needs it.” Zhang Guozhu’s response was equally powerful, his eyes sparkling with boundless anticipation for the future.