The night my grandfather died, the paper man he made opened his eyes.
My name is Shen Du, the last color tie maker in Jichuan Prefecture.
The craft passed down in my family is not just ordinary paper figures and horses.
Add eyes to a paper figure, and it will be able to see things over there; paste a face on a paper figure, and it will walk around for you.
But the price is that every time I use it, I lose a piece of memory.
I have forgotten what my mother's cooking tastes like, what my grandfather taught me to make the first paper doll looks like, and later I even forgot my mother as a person.
Grandpa kept a secret all his life under the canal, leaving me a faceless paper man and a copper key.
He said the door could not be opened.
But the thing behind the door has already smelled me.
