The sound of gongs and drums, firecrackers, red flags waving, and huge crowds of people!

Ahem, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's quite apt to describe the lively scene on the school playground at this moment.

Today is the big day for the village's folk culture activities. Shen Qiqi and Lu Qing, along with a group of young people, are so busy that they are like ants on a hot pot - running around in circles.

"Hey, hey, hey, the lion dancer, raise the lion's head higher, it needs to be more imposing! It needs to be more imposing!" Shen Qiqi put her hands on her hips, like a little director, directing everyone.

Lu Qing was moving things around, and from time to time she handed Shen Qiqi water to wipe her sweat, a true good wife.

Zhang, the folk artist and today's heavyweight guest, was also infected by the lively scene and was full of energy.

He leaned on a cane and trembled as he walked to Shen Qiqi's side: "Qiqi girl, I think this event is well organized, better than when I was..."

"It's a step up from what you did back then! It's a must!" Shen Qiqi interrupted, winking playfully and successfully making the old artist laugh.

Although she looked cheerful on the surface, Shen Qiqi was actually very nervous.

After all, this was her first time organizing such a large-scale event. If it went wrong, her reputation as the "village cultural promotion ambassador" would be ruined.

Just as the event was about to begin, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

"Oh my god! Is God deliberately against us?" Young man Liu couldn't help but swear, his tone full of worry.

The raindrops fell, striking everyone's heart, and the originally lively playground was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath, quickly organized everyone to move the performance venue to the school auditorium, and arranged for people to clean the slippery ground.

"Don't panic, everyone! This little rain can't extinguish our enthusiasm for inheriting folk culture! Cheer up!" Shen Qiqi's crisp voice echoed in the auditorium, stabilizing the morale of the troops.

Seeing everyone busy in an orderly manner, Shen Qiqi felt relieved.

However, at this moment, she caught a glimpse of...

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the lion dance props piled in the corner. The pompoms on the lion's head were wet by the rain and drooped down, like eggplants hit by frost, wilted.

"Oh my god!" Shen Qiqi covered her chest and felt her heart skip a beat.

This is the finishing touch of the lion dance. Without it, the whole performance would be much less impressive.

She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, running around in circles, and her anxiety spread across her face like a splash-ink landscape painting.

Seeing this, Lu Qing immediately put down the work in his hands, walked to Shen Qiqi in two steps, and gently patted her shoulder: "What's wrong, Qibao?"

"Lion head! The pompom on the lion head is wet!" Shen Qiqi pointed at the props in the corner, her tone as anxious as a machine gun.

Lu Qing looked in the direction of her finger and frowned slightly.

Without saying a word, he picked up the wet pompom, examined it carefully, then took out a knife from his pocket and skillfully trimmed off the wet part. He then found some dry red cloth and deftly sewed it on. Finally, he used a hair dryer to fluff up the pompom, making it look like a blooming red peony, gorgeous and tempting.

"Perfect!" Shen Qiqi excitedly hugged Lu Qing and kissed him on the cheek, "Hubby, you are really my savior!"

Lu Qing was a little embarrassed by her sudden enthusiasm. He scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

With the sound of gongs and drums, the folk cultural activities officially kicked off.

Young people dressed in bright clothes performed traditional programs such as lion dance, dragon dance, and stilt walking with great energy, winning cheers from the villagers.

The originally tense atmosphere was instantly replaced by cheers, and everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles, as if they had returned to that era full of vitality and passion.

Even Liu, a young man who had previously disdained folk culture, now joined the performance team. He danced with the ribbons in his hands with agile posture and light steps, like a dancing butterfly, which drew cheers from the audience.

He even gave an impromptu performance of a fusion of street dance and traditional lion dance, which ignited the whole audience.

Shen Qiqi looked at the lively scene in front of her, her heart finally at ease, and a relieved smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

However, at this moment, she felt a warm big hand holding her hand tightly...

Lu Qing's hands were broad and warm, like a fire in winter, instantly dispelling the remaining tension in Shen Qiqi's heart.

His deep gaze, like the brightest star in the night sky, looked at Shen Qiqi tenderly, his eyes full of love and pride.

"Qibao, you are awesome." This simple sentence warmed Shen Qiqi's heart more than any other compliment.

She leaned happily on his shoulder, feeling the rare tranquility and warmth, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

"Hey, what's the point of just having fun by ourselves? Let's all have fun together!" Shen Qiqi suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She jumped up from Lu Qing's shoulder, picked up the microphone and shouted to the audience, "Come on, folks, do you want to experience the charm of traditional culture? Do you want to join our revelry?"

Shen Qiqi's sudden action stunned the audience, and they looked at each other in confusion.

Is this activity interactive?

"I'll go first!" A brave young man jumped onto the stage first, took the ribbon handed over by Shen Qiqi, and clumsily imitated the movements of the actors on the stage, causing a burst of laughter from the audience.

With the first person to try it out, other villagers could not contain their enthusiasm and went on stage to participate in the performance.

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