孟红坐在婆婆家的小院里，手中紧握着一张蓝色的宣纸。屋内的气氛沉闷，窗外风吹得树叶沙沙作响，她的心情也跟着变得低落。

婆婆静静地坐在对面的椅子上，一只手拿着剪刀，一只手轻轻地抚摸着孟红的手背。她们之间的空气中弥漫着一种难以言说的忧伤和期待。

“孟红，你知道吗？”婆婆的声音很柔和，“在我年轻的时候，我们村子里有个传说，说是可以用剪纸来唤回逝去之人的灵魂。”

孟红抬起头，看了看身边那张被她母亲精心雕刻的蓝色宣纸，那是一个男人模样的纸人。他穿的是一件古老的长袍，脸上带有一丝微笑，但眼神却透露出一种深深的悲伤。

“我知道。”孟红回答道，“你曾经告诉过我这个传说。”

“嗯，我当时听信了那个传说，所以就试了一次。”婆婆缓缓地说，“结果呢，就像你看到的一样，那个纸人好像真的活了起来。”

房间里的灯光突然暗淡下来，只剩下桌上的蜡烛发出了微弱的光芒。孟红感觉到周围的情绪变得更加凝重，她的心也随之跳动得更快。

“你记住了那个夜晚的事吗？” 孟紅问道，声音颤抖不已。

“当然记得。” 婆婆的话音冷酷而坚定，“因为那是我生命中最痛苦的一刻，也是我见证过最奇怪的事情之一。”

孟红看着面前的蓝色纸人，他似乎在她的眼里逐渐清晰起来。那张脸庞越来越真实，他那些细腻的手指仿佛伸向她。恐惧与惊喜交织在一起，让她感到既不可思议又无比震撼。

就在这时，从外面走进一个男孩，他眉目清秀，对孙正点点头，然后转向孟紅：“你好，我找的人.”

Son正没有说话，只是拉开门，让他进来了。Son正把最后一刀剪完展开后，是一个蓝色的paper man，在烛光下，似乎是一个游荡魂灵.

“这是他！” 孟紅叫出声来，她双眼闪烁惊恐与愕然.

Baba shook her head, the wrinkles on her face seemed to be a tangle of knots that couldn't be untied. "It's just your imagination," she said softly.

The room was plunged into darkness. The candle on the table flickered and then went out. The entire room became even colder than before. Son 正 stood up and walked towards the door, opened it slightly, letting in a gust of cold wind that blew through the cracks in the wall.

As if something had been awakened by this sudden movement, a black cat appeared from nowhere and slipped into the yard outside. It looked at everything with its crystal-clear eyes as if it could see what no one else could see.

"Your body has someone." Baba said gently but firmly as she looked at Monika who was still holding onto that paper man tightly.

Monika felt like she was going to collapse under an unseen weight. She tried to push away from Baba but found herself unable to move. Her heart was pounding wildly inside her chest like a drumbeat in time with her own heartbeat.

"I... I don't understand." Monika stuttered as tears began streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably now due to fear and confusion mixed together within her soulful depths of pain; each tearfalling drop representing every painful memory locked away deep within my own mind—memories which I've long buried beneath layers upon layers of self-imposed forgetfulness!

"You have someone inside you too," Son 正 whispered back while his voice echoed around us all without any hint or warning sign given beforehand—like how one might hear their name called out loud when they're alone yet not quite sure where exactly it came from nor why!

And so we continued walking forward toward our next destination: home for dinner tonight after finishing this very story right here!