Su Ling's Time Travel

Zhang Fugui nodded, knowing his son had taken an important step. "Guozhu, you're right. The postman's job is tough, but it's full of meaning and value. We must not only do our job well, but also try to understand the stories and emotions behind it. Only then can we become true postmen, people who can deliver love and hope." His words were full of encouragement and expectation.

As night deepened, the father and son's conversation grew increasingly heated. They talked about the details of their postal journey, sharing their insights and experiences. Zhang Guozhu mentioned the mother's letter, saying with emotion, "Dad, that letter really touched me deeply. I could feel that mother's longing and worry for her son, and I could also sense her loneliness and helplessness. At that moment, I felt as if I saw my own mother, also at home hoping for my safe return." His voice choked with emotion, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Hearing his son's words, Zhang Fugui felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. He reached out and gently patted his son's shoulder. "Guozhu, do you know? Your mother is also waiting for you at home. Although she doesn't say it, I know she must be very worried about you. So, you must take good care of yourself and come back safely. Only then can we put your mother's mind at ease." His voice was full of love and concern.

Zhang Guozhu nodded, taking a deep breath as if to absorb the care and advice into his very being. "Dad, I understand. I will take good care of myself and do my best in this job. Because I know that I am not only working for myself, but also for my family and for those who are waiting and hoping." His voice was firm and strong, as if he were ready to face the challenges of the future.

As their conversation deepened, the father and son grew closer. They talked about their future plans and dreams, sharing their joys and sorrows. In this simple wooden hut, they seemed to have found their own little world, a place where they could open their hearts and pour out their souls.

“Guozhu, I hope you remember what I said today,” Zhang Fugui said in the night. “No matter what difficulties and challenges you encounter in the future, you must stick to your dreams and beliefs. Only in this way can you become a real person, a person who can shoulder responsibilities and missions.” His voice was low, but it was full of strength and warmth.

Hearing his father's words, Zhang Guozhu felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew he had a good father, a father who could guide and empower him. "Dad, I will remember your words. No matter what difficulties and challenges I encounter in the future, I will stick to my dreams and beliefs. Because I know you are there to support and encourage me." His voice was filled with gratitude and determination.

As night faded and the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, the father and son's conversation came to an end. They closed their eyes, preparing to welcome the new day. In this peaceful night, they not only shared their innermost thoughts and insights, but also gained confidence and anticipation for the future.

"Dad, thank you for talking to me so much tonight. I feel like I've grown a lot again," Zhang Guozhu said before going to bed, his voice filled with satisfaction and relief.

“Guozhu, thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings with me,” Zhang Fugui replied, his voice filled with love and pride. “Remember, wherever the future takes you, Dad will always be your strongest support.” His words were like a warm current, warming Zhang Guozhu’s heart.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist, casting a golden glow on the winding mountain path, illuminating the father and son's journey home. Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu walked side by side, their steps no longer heavy as before, but carrying an indescribable firmness and relief. After their deep conversation the previous night, their hearts seemed to be tightly bound together by an invisible bond, and their tacit understanding and comprehension had deepened even further.

"Guozhu, we need to work harder today and try to get home as soon as possible," Zhang Fugui said to his son with a smile, taking a deep breath of fresh air. His eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future, as if he could already see the familiar and warm lights of his home.

Zhang Guozhu nodded, took the heavy mailbag from his father's shoulder, and carried it on his own. "Dad, take a break, I'll carry it. We talked so much last night, I feel full of energy!" His voice was full of vigor and vitality, as if he had grown into a capable man overnight.

Looking at his son's determined eyes and steady steps, Zhang Fugui felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. "Good lad, you've got potential! But don't overwork yourself, let's take it slow, safety first." His words were full of love and advice for his son.

The father and son walked slowly along the mountain path in the morning light. The scenery along the way seemed to become exceptionally beautiful in their eyes. The lush trees, the babbling brook, and the occasional birdsong became the most moving melody on their journey home.