Deep in the mist-shrouded Qingnan Mountains, there is a century-old porcelain kiln - "Qingglaizhai". The owner Gu Qingci is the guardian of this porcelain kiln. He has an unknown secret: he can understand the speech of ancient porcelain. Ru kiln lamps in the Northern Song Dynasty would complain that "the lighting in the exhibition hall is too dazzling, and the glaze color of my glaze is diluted"; blue and white vases from the Ming Dynasty would complain, "tourists always touch the mouth of my bottle, almost rubbing off the paste"; even the Republic of China pastel plate in the corner will complain, "the days when I had afternoon tea with my old master were much more deserted than now." Lu Qingci guarded the porcelain kiln, and his daily routine was to listen to the complaints about ancient porcelain and repair the porcelain. He focused on "Buddhist style display". After all, dealing with ancient porcelain that could talk was much less troublesome than dealing with relatives who were urging marriage or speculative antique dealers.
Until one rainy night, Cixi, covered in porcelain powder, crashed into Qingglaizhai. The girl had a faint green glaze color at the end of her eyes, holding a glowing "Porcelain Soul Bead" in her arms, and asked softly: "Can you lend me shelter from the rain? My beads seem to be dying." Gu Qingci did not expect that this girl who always talked about "can you touch this" was actually the last descendant of the reclusive Porcelain Spirit Tribe - the "Porcelain Soul Valley" where the Porcelain Spirit Tribe lives, is coveted for the "power of dream creation" After the "Cracked Porcelain Tribe" was destroyed, Ci Xi fled to the human world with the clan's most precious "Porcelain Soul Bead". She knew nothing about modern life. She regarded scanning code payment as "exchanging money with magic", microwave ovens as "heating porcelain kilns", and even power banks as "glowing porcelain pieces".
