The day the excavator ran over my door, I dropped the blue ledger I had kept for sixty years. Gou Zhengyang slapped the red account on the table: "Your book keeps money, and mine keeps fortune."
Zhao Laowen rushed out with his bare arms and carrying a masonry knife: "Tear down my wall? Step over my body first!" Aunt Lu refused to leave holding the roses at the base of the wall, saying that her old Zhou's pipe was buried underneath. On the day when seventy red handprints were put on the wall in the alley, the developer said we were putting on a show. Later, the red book recorded the fate of 300 old alleys across the country. The blue account balances the numbers for a lifetime, and the red account balances the hearts of the people.
