When I was eight years old, someone poked a hole in my window.
Through the small hole, I saw someone standing in the yard - my mother's best friend, Aunt Yun.
The moonlight shines on her face and she is smiling. Smiling and smiling, his facial features disappeared, leaving only a blank piece of paper.
The paper man is smiling at me.
The next day, I dug out a small paper man under the old locust tree with my birthday and horoscope on the chest.
Aunt Yun said: "Don't be afraid, I am your aunt."
But she has no shadow.
Before my grandfather died, his mouth was filled with paper money and ashes. He left me a blank tablet in the ancestral hall with my name on it.
On the wall of the ancestral hall, there are three hundred and seventy-three tablets arranged neatly——
It's all called silence.
I am number three hundred and seventy-four.
Aunt Yun said that I would never live past the age of eighteen in every life. In every life, I die at her hands.
In order to survive, I became a disciple of the yin opera troupe - I am a human during the day and a ghost at night. What I sing is not a play, but my life.
The class leader has no face. The human skin mask he is wearing is my dad.
My dad said: "Your life lies in the tomb of the tomb keeper."
There are three hundred and seventy-three of me buried in the tomb. Everyone wants to die for me.
But I don't want to die.
