Hearing Under the Lights

The subdistrict staff sat in the middle with the standard look of official embarrassment. Liang Wenhai was there too, head lowered, like an old brick dragged back to the scene. "Today we'll mainly listen to everyone's views," the moderator said, clearing his throat. "Please keep your remarks focused on the renewal plan and relocation needs." Aunt Fang stood first. She didn't read from notes and didn't soften her voice. She started with, "If you want to hear needs, then here's mine: don't think a few promo boards can lift our whole street and carry it away." A small rustle moved through the room. She set the tea kettle on the table. Her voice never shook. "I've sold syrup on this street for more than twenty years.