The warm sun shone through the thin clouds, like wisps of golden gauze, gently sprinkling every corner of the town, adding a touch of gentle warmth to this cold season.

Filled with anticipation for the answer, Xia Wan walked towards the post office with steps as light as a butterfly fluttering in spring.

She was wearing a slightly faded but clean and tidy floral cotton-padded jacket. Although the floral pattern was not bright, it exuded a simple and rustic beauty.

A bright red scarf was wrapped around her neck. In the somewhat monotonous winter, the red stood out, like a flame in the winter, adding a touch of liveliness and vitality to her whole being.

Before even stepping into the familiar post office, Xia Wan saw Sister Zhao, who always left work on time, bustling about in the post office's small booth.

Xia Wan looked closely and saw several residents queuing up, each with a different story in their expression and actions.

At the front of the line was an elderly man with gray hair. He tightly clutched a piece of paper covered in writing in his wrinkled hands. The paper was worn smooth from being rubbed, indicating that he had read it many times.

His eyes were filled with longing for his child far away, and he kept muttering, "I wonder if my son is eating well and staying warm."

The concern in his voice moved everyone who heard it.

The second person was a young woman holding a pink envelope that smelled faintly of perfume; she was probably sending it to her lover far away.

Her shy smile and slightly flushed cheeks, like peach blossoms in early spring, told the sweet and beautiful story of a young girl.

Sister Zhao stood behind the counter, her face always bearing a friendly smile, like the warm sun in winter, warming the hearts of every customer.

She patiently greeted each customer, her hands moving swiftly between letters and documents, her movements skillful and fluid, as if she were playing a magnificent symphony.

He kept responding to the customer's questions, saying, "Sir, don't worry, I'll make sure the letter is delivered to you safely."

"Miss, please double-check this address so it's not sent to the wrong address." Her focused expression suggested that the only thing left in the world was the work at hand. She was immersed in this mission of conveying emotions and concerns, forgetting all her fatigue.

Amidst her busy work, Sister Zhao spotted Xia Wan, and a delighted smile instantly bloomed on her face, a smile as dazzling and radiant as fireworks in the night sky.

She greeted her warmly, "Oh, Xia Wan, you're back from Beijing? Wait for me a moment, I'll be done soon."

The post office has been very busy these past few days, and Sister Zhao has been working late into the night every day, often dragging her tired body home when the moon is high in the sky.

Even so, her enthusiasm for her work remained undiminished. She treated every package and every letter with care, because she knew that these were places where people could express their emotions.

"Sister Zhao, no rush, I'll wait here for a while." Xia Wan replied with a smile, her smile as warm and bright as a flower blooming in spring, as if it could dispel all the gloom of winter.

She found a corner and waited quietly, her gaze occasionally falling on Sister Zhao's busy figure.

A slightly worn map hangs on the wall of the post office, its lines and markings recording the routes of letters and packages to various places.

Looking at the map, Xia Wan's thoughts drifted away, recalling her time in Beijing. During her time in Beijing, she witnessed the hustle and bustle of the metropolis and experienced many unforgettable things. Those memories, like pearls, shimmered in her mind.

Sister Zhao looked up, a hint of apology flashing in her eyes, and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry, there are quite a lot of people today."

As she spoke, she continued to organize the documents on the table, her hands never stopping.

Her desk was piled high with letters, parcel slips, and various office supplies, with papers scattered haphazardly. Yet, she could quickly find what she needed amidst the chaos and skillfully handle all her tasks.

She was like a seasoned commander, directing everything methodically on this busy battlefield.

Xia Wan then noticed a middle-aged man in a crisp uniform standing in the office next door. He had his hands behind his back and was watching Sister Zhao work with a serious expression.

Those eyes were sharp as an eagle's, seemingly able to see through everything and scrutinize every detail. Xia Wan knew in her heart that this was probably a leader coming to inspect.

This leader was known for his strictness and had extremely high standards for the post office's work. Every inspection he conducted was like a major test, putting immense pressure on the post office staff.

His arrival made the atmosphere in the post office even more tense, as if the air itself had frozen.

Xia Wan stood to one side listlessly, occasionally glancing at her surroundings and sometimes looking up at Sister Zhao.

The post office was filled with a busy yet tense atmosphere. The clock on the wall ticked away, its sound urging the passage of time and tapping at people's nerves.

Sister Zhao seemed to notice Xia Wan's gaze, and her hands moved even faster. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sparkling under the light like dazzling diamonds.

Although she looked tired, she maintained a professional smile and handled each task diligently.

She knows that her job is not only to deliver letters and packages, but also to convey people's emotions and concerns. Every letter carries the longing of a family, and every package contains a warm care.

Finally, the transaction was completed, the leader nodded in satisfaction, and turned to leave the post office.

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