Wujin Paper Record

In the twelfth year of the Republic of China, there was a city called Wujin in eastern Sichuan, which was covered in fog all year round. Every time on the seventh, seventeenth and twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, the fog on the river would come up and turn the whole city into a mirror. The mirror showed the same city, with no human habitation, only paper figures standing all over the street, and a life that could not be counted. Shen Budu, a papermaker, guards a shop in Zhixiang. There is a craft that is not known to the outside world: putting the dead people of dying people into paper figures to survive the disaster for them. He can save others, but he cannot save himself. Every time he replaces someone, he will burn off a bit of his life, forget a memory, or never recognize the face of a close relative again. On the seventh night seven years ago, my sister was taken away by the fog, leaving only half of her unfinished face. He pricked the paper figurines for seven years until his fingers became brittle and he began to forget things. Until that day, he looked in the mirror, I saw myself tied up in paper. The Yang world only lasts one night, and the Yin world lasts seven days. After the fog cleared, he couldn't tell which side of the city was real. He couldn't tell whether he was the one stabbed by someone else.