The cicadas chirped noisily and the morning light shone on the bed sheets through the broken curtains. Liang Ladi was curled up in her arms like a cat with long hair covering her chest. She asked me not to forget her, and I said she was the first one - a fifth-level fitter who had just been graded and reported to the new factory on the first day. She wrapped herself in a sheet and went to meet me next to me, leaning against the bedside and lighting a cigarette. Let's start with poached eggs.
