"Paper tying is a craft. Craftsmanship is not a lie, but people sometimes lie to craftsmanship."
Shen Du worked in architectural design in the provincial capital for five years, and was called back to Yinshan Town by a telegram from his grandfather. The old man walked peacefully, holding half a piece of yellow paper in his hand. On the paper was a line of pencil writing that he had never said to anyone in seventy years - it woke up.
He doesn't know what "it" is. But in the sandalwood box in the basement of the shop, a faceless paper man curled his fingers at him.
