Do You Remember How Many Times I Died?

Lu Jianqiu, a second-hand bookstore clerk, is the most hopeless person on the street. I yawned at work, wiped out my change when I was paid, and didn't even talk back when the boss's wife called me "shit." But no one knows that this "mud" holds a row of fatal broken pages in his hand, can load files after death and start over, protecting the fireworks of the old city. There is a price to pay for starting over. Every time he goes back to a different time, he has to hand over a memory - the taste of a bowl of soup, a brother's last name, a summer when he was seventeen. He forgets more and more, and lives like a driftwood without roots, but he is still smiling to ward off disasters for everyone. Until the man in the gray suit came to the door, opened the file, and read word by word the death that he didn't even remember: "You saved me. It doesn't matter if you forget about me, I remember." Only then did Lu Jianqiu realize that the most precious thing in the world was not life, but something he had forgotten for others. And the person he once tried his best to save became the liquidator who wanted to come back to "settlement" with him. He had saved everyone, but he had forgotten who he had saved.