Records of Non-Staff Personnel in the Prefecture

The red lantern in the underworld, the judge's old reading glasses, the memories floating in Po Meng's soup, the ugly turtle with crooked legs on the back of the contract. The underworld is a large unit. Those who were organized sat in the hall drinking tea, while those who were not organized were running errands outside. Chen Xu woke up from the blue brick floor and opened his eyes to see the world: The embroidery workshop, the elevator, the study room, the old school building, the Forgotten River Ferry; the red line, the reflection, the face on the ceiling, the extra thirteenth person, the other side that can never be reached; the old menu, the universe, the blue and white street lamp, a painting that can never be finished. Some people were silent for a long time after leaving Hongxiufang, some people came out of the Zhezi Theater and never spoke again, some people stayed on the Yongye bus for seven stops, and some people were still waiting in the waiting room for the next call. And the copy that Chen Xu received - those rules began to imitate him. The Chaos Baby, with his face, squats on the ground and paints a painting that will never be finished. He woke up from the mystery and couldn't tell whether he was Chen Xu or something created by others. The road is made by people. If you can't get out – just sit down and rest for a while.