At three o'clock in the morning, there was a draft blowing outside, whining like a ghost.
Xu Jin squatted in the shop, holding a few bamboo strips in his hands, building a skeleton for a paper man. He didn't like to light a lamp when he was working, so he made do with the light of the two white candles on the altar table. The room was filled with piles of paper horses, sedan chairs, boys and girls. When the candle light flickered, the shadows of those paper figures swayed on the wall, as if they were alive.
