I Met You Thousands Upon Thousands of Times in My Dreams

Heaven and earth are the inn of all things, and time is the passing traveler of a hundred generations.

And life is like a dream; how much joy can we have?

Li Bai, "Preface to a Spring Night Banquet at the Peach and Plum Garden"

Su Hu thought she could go on deceiving others and herself forever, always carefree and indifferent,

but the moment she heard the devastating news, she suddenly came to her senses.

If she shrank from moving forward because of the countless different endings in her dreams,

then why did she remember him so clearly in every dream...

Fortunately, time turned back, and there was still time to change everything.

Su Hu had secretly loved Lu Jili for years but had never confessed. By chance, she learned of his death.

To uncover why he had appeared at the border between Country A and Country S, Su Hu became a war correspondent.

Before and after being reborn, she unexpectedly became embroiled in one conspiracy after another.

Meanwhile, the timeline ten years later continued to unfold,

as her friend Jiang Xiu and Jiang Xiu's childhood friend Cheng Yanzhi painstakingly pieced together the truth.

In their encounters, Su Hu discovered that Lu Jili had also come from ten years in the future.

The two reborn characters unraveled one mystery after another, and Su Hu finally got her wish.

Su Hu's diary:

April 16, sunny

In a two-hour dream, I went on an outing and explored with friends from the dream.

In a place called Zhongbei, I bantered with the head teacher. Every joke and argument felt so vivid.

When I woke up, I joked that maybe it wouldn't be long before I traveled all over our great motherland in my dreams.

Daydreams are like a warm, comfortable cradle, letting me feel at ease while making no progress.

Still, I'm a little grateful. Even if I spend two-thirds of my life following the usual routine,

in one-third of it, while I sleep, in my splendid dreams,

I can experience countless different lives and see the famous mountains and rivers in my imagination.

Some are plagued by dreams, but I am trapped by them. A thousand-year dream, a journey to the land of illusion.

July 23, cloudy

I like letting my thoughts wander alone. I like lively things. I like being different.

I still sometimes remember the moment when he called my name from the first floor of Building Thirteen and asked me to fill his water bottle.

The breeze lifted the hem of his shirt as he turned away from me on the balcony.

A young soul is like a thriving white poplar.

Even beneath a uniform like a sackcloth bag, it could not suppress its vitality.

Because it exists in my memories, it has meaning.

May 4, overcast, turning to thunderstorms

The boy I loved stayed forever in my youth.

Theme: Have the courage to reach for what you want, and see it through to the end