Su Ling's Time Travel

The mountain path after the rain looked exceptionally fresh. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, dappling the muddy trail and adding a touch of warmth to the arduous postal journey. Zhang Fugui and his son Zhang Guozhu, carrying heavy mailbags, continued their journey.

Zhang Guozhu suddenly stopped, his gaze drawn to a tiny movement by the roadside. It was a small bird, its feathers ruffled, its wing seemingly injured, lying helplessly by the roadside, its weak cries sounding particularly desolate in the silent mountain forest.

"Dad, look!" Zhang Guozhu gently pointed to the little bird, a hint of pity in his eyes.

Zhang Fugui followed his son's finger and saw the injured little bird. A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and he felt gratified by his son's kindness and respect for life.

"Guozhu, do you want to save it?" Zhang Fugui asked softly, knowing that his son really wanted to help the little bird.

Zhang Guozhu nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Yes, Dad. It's injured, we can't just stand by and watch it die." He said, then carefully approached the little bird, afraid that his movements might disturb it.

Watching his son's actions, Zhang Fugui was filled with emotion. He knew that his son was not only kind but also very responsible. These qualities would surely become his valuable assets in the future.

Zhang Guozhu gently picked up the little bird. Its body trembled slightly, and its eyes revealed fear and helplessness. But he was not afraid. Instead, he gently stroked its feathers, trying to calm it down.

"Don't be afraid, little one. I'll help you," Zhang Guozhu said softly. His voice seemed to have a magical power, gradually calming the little bird down.

Zhang Fugui took some basic first-aid supplies out of the package and handed them to Zhang Guozhu. "Guozhu, use these to bandage its wound," he said, his words full of care and support.

Zhang Guozhu took the first-aid supplies and carefully began bandaging the bird's wounds. His movements were somewhat clumsy, but full of gentleness and care. Soon, the bird's wounds were bandaged, and it seemed to sense Zhang Guozhu's kindness, settling quietly in his hands.

“Dad, let’s take it with us. We can let it fly away once it’s healed,” Zhang Guozhu suggested, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Zhang Fugui thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright, Guozhu. We'll take it with us. It's fate, isn't it?" His words were filled with emotion and relief.

So, the father and son, carrying the injured little bird, continued their postal journey. They would sometimes stop to observe the bird, and sometimes whisper among themselves, sharing their feelings and insights. The little bird seemed to have become a part of their journey, adding warmth and joy to this arduous trip.

The mountain path was rugged, but Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu's steps were exceptionally firm. They knew that no matter what difficulties and challenges they might encounter ahead, as long as they had love, responsibility, and commitment in their hearts, they would surely be able to forge their own wonderful path in life.

“Guozhu, do you know? Dad really admires your kindness and sense of responsibility,” Zhang Fugui suddenly said, his eyes shining with appreciation.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guozhu scratched his head somewhat embarrassed. "Dad, don't praise me like that. I just did what I was supposed to do." His words were full of humility and simplicity.

Zhang Fugui smiled and gently patted his son's shoulder. "Guozhu, do you know? In this world, there are many things that we are not supposed to do, but rather things we are willing to do. Just like you now, willing to help that injured little bird, willing to take on this responsibility. This kind of quality is very rare." His voice was calm and firm, as if he were imparting a philosophy of life.

Listening to his father's words, Zhang Guozhu felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. He began to cherish every moment spent with his father even more, and his beliefs and pursuits became even stronger.

“Dad, I will always remember your words. I will strive to be a kind and responsible person,” Zhang Guozhu said firmly, his eyes shining with determination and confidence.

Looking at his son, Zhang Fugui felt a surge of pride and joy. He knew his son had grown up and was now able to understand and accept his values ​​and life choices. He gently squeezed his son's hand, as if conveying an invisible strength and courage.

The mountain road remained rugged, but Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu's hearts were filled with hope and anticipation. They knew that as long as they had love, responsibility, and commitment in their hearts, they would surely be able to forge their own brilliant path in life. And the injured little bird seemed to become a beautiful sight on their journey, witnessing the deep affection and shared growth between the father and son.