Paper Figurines from the Paper Shop

At the end of the old streets of Yunxi Town, there is a Chenji paper shop. Chen Qi is twenty-seven years old. Three years ago, he took over the shop and a "Paper Typing Record" left by his grandfather. What is written in the record is not the craft, but the rules - three piercings and three no piercings. Obsession can be rooted in, but resentment cannot. Eye-catching rules. Just click and "live". The rules of the hour. Start at sunset and finish at sunrise. Chen Qi followed the rules for three years, and none of the paper figures appeared. Appearances were common when grandpa was alive, but he couldn't. Until late that night, a woman came to the door and wanted to make a paper figurine for her dead little son. "Prick him the way he is now." When everyone is gone, where does "the way he is now" come from? The paper man's head spins in the middle of the night. The next day my face changed. On the third day, I sat up and held my chest. The firelight reflected the image on the edge of the reservoir - the young man was pushed into the water. It was his brother who pushed him. Ghosts don't harm people, people harm people. What the paper maker is tying is not paper, but the human heart. The things that grandpa Chen Banxian had been suppressing all his life slowly emerged from an old photo. The Chen family has passed down the papermaking shop for five generations, and each generation has to repay the debt owed by the previous generation. It's Chen Qi's turn - the paper man has made the crossing, but the paper sedan has not yet been completed.