Aunt Zhang's day

The morning sun shines lazily through the branches on the path, and the birds in the treetops chirp and sing.

Aunt Zhang had just returned from the market with a full load, thinking that she could see her son's family for a long time at noon, and the smile at the corner of her mouth never stopped.

Aunt Zhang lives in a residential building two streets away from the market, the walls are dark gray dust, and the rusty iron fence doors on the first floor all show the old age of the building.

Aunt Zhang's family lives on the third floor, although the road is not far, the floor is not high, and she is still breathless in her 60s. The upstairs residents came downstairs with their 5-year-old daughter, the little girl was wearing a pink skirt, holding her favorite pink paintbrush in her hand, her arm slowly moved left and right in the air, as if drawing her beloved painting, the little girl saw Aunt Zhang, sweetly shouted, "Grandma is good!" Aunt Zhang happily responded, "Hey! What a bitch! After a polite greeting between the adults, they left separately.

After arriving at the door, she put the things in her hands on the ground and took out the key to open the door, and after opening the door, when Aunt Zhang bent down to pick up the things on the ground, she inadvertently saw the wall, and after a moment's pause, she thought about it and smiled.

After returning home, she rested for half an hour and then prepared a hearty meal with side dishes and spices, and the pointer on the wall had reached 11:30, looking at the wisps of cigarettes wafting out of the hot meals on the table, just like the small pleasure that fluttered in Aunt Zhang's heart from time to time. She sat in her recliner, holding a fat cat in her arms, and her hands caressed it again and again.

"Little orange, you said Ping'er how come they haven't arrived yet, is there a traffic jam on the road, it's okay... It's okay...... Wait, have you waited so long... The little orange meowed in response.

Finally she waited for her son's phone, and they had a temporary problem, and from time to time there was a child's laughter on the phone, and the phone hung up. The meals on the table gradually cooled just as Aunt Zhang's low mood.

After a while, Aunt Zhang forced up a smile and helplessly said to the little orange, "Today is only the two of us, come to you to have a mouthful of blessings, give you a piece of fish, steamed for 15 minutes and tender!" "Quiet and peaceful when one person and one cat eat.

The sun has gone down, the soft light of the sunset shines on the windowsill, the little orange lies on it, like a fiery red cape, its eyes are watching the pedestrians downstairs, just like Aunt Zhang standing by the window has been looking at...

In the dead of night, there was a squeak, and the door of Aunt Zhang's house opened.

The next morning, the sun shines directly through the window on the floor on the stairwell, on the wall of Aunt Zhang's doorway, on the black circle painted on it...