Su Xiaoxiao was good at writing poetry since he was a child, and his literary talent was brilliant. Unfortunately, his parents died when he was young, and he stayed with his aunt near Xiqiao Bridge in Qiantang. Although she is a geisha, she knows how to love herself and doesn't go with the flow. Su Xiaoxiao loved the scenery of the West Lake very much, and made an oil-walled car to travel among the lakes and mountains. One day, I walked along the lake embankment and met a young man, Ruan Yu.