Outside Zhuxi Village surrounded by clouds and mist, there is a century-old bamboo weaving workshop - "Qingjun Pavilion". The owner, Shen Yan, is the fourth generation of the workshop. He has a secret that no one knows: he can understand the speech of bamboo woven utensils. Porcelain vases with bamboo thread buttons in the Ming Dynasty always complained, "Tourists' hands are too weak. They touch the glaze every day and the coating is almost wiped off." The bamboo woven food boxes in the Qing Dynasty often complain, "The humidity in the workshop is not well controlled, and my bamboo silk is almost moldy."
Shen Yan guards the workshop, and spends his daily life listening to complaints about bamboo wares, repairing damaged bamboo weavings, and focusing on a "Buddha style lying flat" - after all, dealing with bamboo wares that can talk is much less troublesome than dealing with mothers urging marriage or speculative antique dealers. Until one rainy night, a bamboo pomelo covered in bamboo shavings crashed into Qingjun Pavilion. The girl's eyes had a faint tint of bamboo green, and she held a glowing "bamboo soul box" in her arms. She asked softly: "Can you lend me shelter from the rain? My box is almost out of light, and it seems to be about to 'fall asleep'."
