At the foot of the mist-shrouded Lacquer Mountain, there is a century-old lacquer craft workshop - "Chengqi Studio". The owner, Su Yan, is the third generation of the workshop. He has a secret that no one knows: he can understand lacquerware. Boxes with red peony patterns in the Ming Dynasty always complained, "Tourists always touch my lacquer layer, and the coating is almost scratched." The mother-of-pearl flower-inlaid bird screen in the Qing Dynasty often complains, "The humidity in the workshop is too high, and my mother-of-pearl is almost darkening." Even the lacquer-painted porcelain plate in the corner of the Republic of China can say, "The days when I drank tea with my old master back then were much more lively than now." Su Yan guards the workshop, and spends his daily life listening to complaints about lacquerware and repairing damaged lacquerware, focusing on a "Buddha style lying flat". After all, dealing with lacquerware that can talk is much easier than dealing with relatives urging marriage or speculative antique dealers.
Until one rainy night, Qiyou, covered in paint powder, crashed into Chengqizhai. The girl had a faint vermilion at the end of her eyes, holding a glowing "Paint Soul Box" in her arms, and asked softly: "Can you lend me shelter from the rain? My box seems to be dying." Su Yan did not expect that this girl who always talked about "Can this be repaired" was actually the last descendant of the reclusive Lacquer Spirit Tribe - the "Paint Soul Valley" where the Lacquer Spirit Tribe lived was coveted for the "Paint Soul Power" After the "Split Lacquer Clan" was destroyed, Qiyou fled to the world with the clan's most precious "lacquer soul box". He knew nothing about modern life. He regarded scanning code payment as "exchanging money with magic", microwave oven as "heating lacquer kiln", and even power bank as "luminous paint pillow".
