They Begged Me to Create a Dream, but They All Cried When They Woke Up

[Urban fantasy + healing unit drama + dream making + old things + warmth + slow pace] Who says regret can only rot in the heart? I'll make it up for you in my dreams. Shen Jibai, the only orthodox dream maker in the contemporary era, left behind a rule and a shop from his ancestors. He said he thought it was troublesome, but in his heart he couldn't help but care more - he relied on this craft to make a living, and relied on it to quietly take over things that others couldn't swallow. Deep in the old arcade on Huaiyin Street, Shimengpu looks like an antique restoration shop during the day, but only does real business at night. Some people want to eat another meal cooked by their mother, some want to go back to a missed intersection in life, and some just want to confirm whether the cat has forgiven them. There are only three ancestral precepts: only create wishes, not nightmares; only make up for regrets, not change the reality; after waking up from the dream, the guest must return to his own life. Every dream starts with a real old thing - an insulated lunch box, an old button, an expired train ticket. Shen Jibai uses it to weave an immersive dream for people, allowing people to enter and then wake up. Through the regrets of ordinary people in every family, he slowly learns to take every small wish seriously; and Shi Mengpu, Agui's account book, Laozhou Noodle House and the entire old street have become the real warmth in the corner of the city. Dreams help people wake up and continue to live their lives.