Yiyun

That autumn, his boss became a floating corpse on the White River. The young official Yan Chu pushed open the door, but became a chess piece in the game. A nursery rhyme floated down the halls. The white river water flows eastward, and the dead speak and ghosts worry. The chessboard is messy and the moves are worrying. Watching the chess without saying a word is hard to keep. "The chess game has truly entered the middle game."