Uncle Zhou parked his bicycle at the end of the lane every morning. His blue bag was heavy with letters, and he always stopped to catch his breath. Duoduo liked to count the envelopes as he sorted them.
周叔叔每天早上都把自行车停在巷子口。他的蓝邮包被信件撑得沉甸甸的，他总是停下来喘口气。多多喜欢在他分信时数信封。
One day he let her carry the smallest stack. She held it with both hands and walked slowly, reading the names out loud. Most were easy. But one envelope had no number, only a drawing of a red door and a sleeping cat.
有一天，他让她拿最小的一叠。她用两只手捧着，慢慢走，把名字念出声。大多数都很容易。可有一个信封上没有门牌号，只画着一扇红门和一只睡觉的猫。
They sat on a low wall to think. Duoduo remembered a red door near the bakery, and a gray cat that slept on its step every afternoon. Uncle Zhou checked his list. There was a name that matched: Ms. Qiao, number eight.
他们坐在矮墙上想办法。多多想起面包店附近有一扇红门，还有一只灰猫，每天下午都睡在台阶上。周叔叔查了查名单。上面有一个名字对得上：乔女士，八号。
They walked to the bakery. The gray cat was there, curled like a fur hat. Behind it stood a red door with a fresh coat of paint. Uncle Zhou knocked. An old woman opened it, and her face changed when she saw the envelope.
他们走到面包店。灰猫就在那儿，蜷成一顶毛帽子。它身后是一扇刚刷过漆的红门。周叔叔敲了敲门。一位老奶奶开了门，看见信封时，她的神情变了。
The envelope held a photograph of a little girl and a birthday card. Ms. Qiao read it twice, then invited them in for warm tea. She said the letter was from her granddaughter, who had moved far away.
信封里有一张小女孩的照片和一张生日卡。乔奶奶读了两遍，然后请他们进去喝热茶。她说这封信是她孙女寄来的，孙女已经搬到很远的地方去了。
Before they left, Ms. Qiao wrote a short reply and gave it to Uncle Zhou. Duoduo carried it to the postbox herself. On the envelope she drew a small gray cat, so the next helper would know which door to find.
离开前，乔奶奶写了一封短短的回信，交给周叔叔。多多亲自把它送到邮筒。她在信封上画了一只小灰猫，这样下一位帮忙的人就知道该找哪扇门了。