"In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and they were lifelike butterflies. Self-explanation is suitable for ambition! I don't know Zhou Ye. Suddenly I realized that I was like Zhou Ye. I didn't know that Zhou's dream was a butterfly, and the butterfly's dream was Zhou Yu? Zhou and butterflies must be different. This is called materialization."
Du Ye is an ordinary person who speaks Mandarin, yes, but as a protagonist in a novel, something has to happen. So, can this be said to be extraordinary if it is too ordinary?
Our Du Ye has the same troubles as the great thinker Zhuangzi:
Am I Duye or a butterfly?
How to distinguish dreams from reality? If there is a kind of dream that you can never wake up from, then what is a dream? What is reality?
Are the people and things you encounter all hallucinations? What about feelings? Also fake?
Will one day have a dream that is so beautiful that you never want to wake up?
I don't know if I should count this as time travel, but I think everyone has another version of themselves, in another time and space.
So our little friend was sent by an unscrupulous author to start a wonderful journey in a place where no one will save him even if he screams his throat out (isn't this sentence usually used in "beep——" plots?)~ (Spread flowers~)
The future is bright, the road is tortuous, and there are inevitably clichés. It's all about you loving me and me loving you, but it also proves that for thousands of years, we have never forgotten what love is and how to love. We all believe that love is real. Although it seems somewhat ridiculous in this reality, a pair of butterflies like that flew out of Liang Zhu's grave after all.
We can all meet the people we love and become "lovers"