Guo Decheng || Under the Persimmon Tree

△ Wu Fang painted

back to the front street of the front street. Xitou is close to the unit, so I often go to Xitou.

Old Zhangtou lives in Xitou. There is a persimmon tree in front of the door. It is lush and has a canopy.

Old Zhang often sits under a persimmon tree, squinting his eyes to listen to Henan opera . "The three cannons outside the Yuanmen are like thunderstorms, and I will protect the country from the Tianbo Mansion..."

Not far from the street corner, there is a garbage pool. If the bamboo deck chair is empty under the persimmon tree, and the radio stabs and rattles, Lao Zhang must be clearing the garbage pool.

Actually, the garbage is cleaned up by someone, it's none of his business. He said that he was the most confused. Before he retired, he was the head of the general affairs section in the unit, in charge of logistics. Now that he retired, he still can't take any time off.

On weekdays, there are more people walking to the east and few people walking to the west. The alleys are often quiet, a few pots of oleander , opened in the sun, and the shadows printed on the ground slowly move.

Due to the epidemic prevention and control requirements, the Dongtou exit was closed, and people went to the west.

The garbage pool was removed,Replaced with cloud cabinets, they are all small drawers. The courier brother no longer enters the community, put the courier into the cloud cabinet, send text messages to the residents, and let the residents pick them up by themselves.

Some old people don't know how to operate the cloud cabinet, and they froze at the drawers of various sizes.

At this time, the old Zhang head wearing a mask stepped forward and patiently guided. After the other party took the courier and thanked him and left, the old Zhang head lay halfway on the bamboo chair again, squinting his eyes, and continued shaking his head intoxicated.

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