With the increasingly frequent letters from Zhou Xiaozheng, a new autumn finally arrived.
The azure sky, red maple trees, falling pine leaves, and white birch forests were all picture-perfect.
Zhou Jiao loved autumn.
Autumn is a season of harvest. The wild fruits spread across the mountains are especially delightful surprises.
Zhang Guoqing carried his son on his shoulders, standing by her side.
"Son, call Mom to go home."
"Mom..."
Zhou Jiao smiled brightly at the father and son, "Let's go."
The autumn scenery is best savored slowly and carefully.
For Zhou Jiao's words, the love-struck Zhang Guoqing gave up riding his bike and strolled with her from the county town to their old home.
Zhang Guoqing didn't find the autumn scenery fascinating. To him, the most beautiful view was his wife's radiant smile and his son's laughter.
Before reaching home, Aunt Wang saw their family and quickly approached.
