"Uncle, Auntie, the person delivering the letter said they were delayed on the road due to some matters, so it took them a while to come back, and that's why the letter is late. The address Zhixiang gave them was still your old house in the village, which is why the village chief ended up with the letter and asked me to bring it over." The person who came was from the Wu family, the very same family whose son Jinghan had saved.
"Jiajun, thank you for making the long trip here." The old man felt relieved upon receiving his son's letter and hurriedly expressed his gratitude to the visitor.
"Uncle, what are you talking about? After all these years with Brother Zhixin, there's no need for such formality. Alright, Uncle, I've delivered the letter and must hurry back. Tomorrow is the festival, and it's very busy at home." Wu Jiajun, having said his piece, started to leave.
Zhixin, of course, followed to see him out, "Jiajun, take care and thank you for making the trip."
