Paper Shop

A century-old paper shop, the rules are overwhelming. The paper figures don't have eyes painted on them, and they don't tie up the paper when it's dark; they don't take orders in the middle of the night, and they don't tie up the dead bodies. Chen Sui, who was unemployed and returned to his hometown, took over the century-old papermaking shop left by his grandfather, and also inherited the iron law of this industry that has been passed down for a hundred years. The first order of business was to break the rules set by the ancestor - add eyes to the paper man. Since then, a series of strange commissions have come to my door: The dead soul who has been trapped at the gate of middle school for eighteen years just wants to give a bowl of mung bean soup to his son who is taking the college entrance examination; The old lady who stayed in the old house wanted to make a pair of paper figures before her death to accompany her children who had left home; The boatman who sank at the bottom of the river begged him to build a paper boat to take him back to his hometown after decades of absence. Everyone in the world thinks that the paper-making business is unlucky, but they don't know that the bamboo strips in his hand are used to tie paper figures, to overcome obsessions and to calm people's hearts. Until he discovered that his grandfather passed away before he was sixty. It was not due to lung disease at all, but because he broke the most taboo that cannot be touched in the paper-making shop; And behind every order he takes, there is a past about life, death and regret buried by time.