"The person who crushed the jade pendant in your dream - does he have an old scar on his left wrist?"
When he was seventeen years old, Lin Xiyun took over the lost "Dream Book" from the intern assistant Gu Yanzhou. He tapped the "Mo Chen Broken Jade" she wrote with his fingertips and asked this sentence. She had never described that scar to anyone.
From then on, she was dragged into the dreams of three lives - in the first life, she was Yunli, and saw the young Mo Chen crushing her love jade pendant at the top of the Tribulation Peak. Her heart was broken, and there was a cinnabar mole on her palm; in the second life, she was Wu Yue, who used love as a guide to save her lower body from miasma. The poisonous Shen Ye spent three years together in exchange for a "Thank you, saint" on the altar; in the third life, she was Lu Yunsheng. In Shanghai in 1937, she pretended to be a couple with the bookstore owner Zhou Yanzhi to deliver information, but on the eve of dawn she heard him say "I will be born in the year of Taiping in my next life."
Every time I wake up from the dream, the Qingluan Pendant around my neck feels hot. It was passed down from women who secretly literate in deep houses in the late Qing Dynasty. It was passed down from women who traveled thousands of miles to find relatives during the war. It was passed down from women who lived on wild vegetables during the famine years. It was passed down from women who went south to work and ruthlessly forced their daughters to "fly".
There are six generations of women of the Lin family, and each generation is "crossing over" - overcoming their own tribulations, and also overcoming the dreams in their blood.
The old scar on Gu Yanzhou's wrist and the cinnabar mole on her palm beat at the same frequency.
"Crossing is not the other side, but the process of boating on the water, living with the wind and rain, and finally seeing the light of day."
Through all the calamities, she is here. We are all here.
Intent: "Transition" is not about detachment, but about coexistence - real healing is not to eliminate trauma, but to learn to coexist with memories. Six generations of women, a century-old legacy, carried through with their hearts.