"We should bring the kids to this black land..."
As they set out on their return journey, Zhang Guoqing gazed out the car window, silent for a long time, before finally speaking these words to his wife.
Similarly, Zhou Jiao found herself at a loss for words to express the shock in her heart. During these short three days outside of Beijing, she truly understood the meaning of patriotism.
She personally witnessed the young people's longing to return to their homeland, yet she also saw their pure hearts as they unwaveringly dedicated themselves to this black land.
This mental journey left the couple with no time to wander elsewhere; any aimless idling felt like a pang of guilt on their conscience.
Compared to their generation, they were indeed a bit too self-righteous.
It wasn't until they returned to their hometown that their feelings slowly began to settle, especially when they saw their three sons toiling under the burning sun in the fields...
"Mom, Dad, we helped out."
