A Story I Have to Tell with My Spirited Girl

At the end of the night market, where the neon tubes buzzed, there was a shabby stall with three feet of grease. The boss, Chen Mo, has a coffin face and a few words to stop people. He specializes in treating various "mental" allergies. The person with pink hair who live-streams disco music, the person who rides a motorcycle and delivers food at all costs, the person who wears heavy makeup and makes jokes at KTV... No matter how much he is a showman during the day, he has to show his true colors when he collapses on his plastic stool in the early morning. He has strict rules here: no asking about origins, no taking pictures, and credit must be exchanged for true stories. Five "spiritual girls" with mottled makeup rushed into the night one after another, swallowing makeup and lies alive with cheap hot sauce over a bowl of noodles and a portion of braised pork rice. When leaving before dawn, some people forgot to take their lipstick, and some people forgot to hide their scars - only the oil stains on the iron plate remembered which tears were really hot. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.