Qingping Radio

There is an old-fashioned radio growing out of the cracks in the bricks of the doorway of Lane No. 7. Lin Wan pressed the play button and heard her own cries that were cut off twenty years ago. ——This is not a memoir, it is the first live broadcast of "Qingping Radio". At eight o'clock tonight, she handed the microphone to Aunt Su who had been domestically abused for ten years in the alley. (Reality orientation·Voice narrative·Female mutual aid)