Above the frigid seabed where the sunlight could not reach, Three Scarlet Submarines move slowly. Nothing could be seen in their windows other than the infinity of water and rocky edges. They were sent on a forgotten mission by a bureaucracy that ceased to exist shortly after the mission was given. Every aspect of their story could be debated. Except for the colour of the ships, perhaps, that’s why they were called “Three Scarlet Submarines.”

(谨以三篇关于一位“套子人”的，返璞归真的寓言或者段子，致敬我最敬爱的三位老师，

• 短篇巨匠契诃夫，
• 政治教师冉阿让，
• 哲学教授郭继承。)