Shen Qiqi specially invited Xiao Liu to participate. At first, Xiao Liu looked disdainful and stood aside bored, as if it had nothing to do with him.
However, when he saw others enthusiastically experiencing traditional skills such as paper cutting, clay sculpture, and weaving, his curiosity was gradually ignited.
Shen Qiqi walked up to him and handed him a pair of scissors and a piece of red paper. "Try it, maybe you'll find different fun." Her tone was gentle, with a hint of encouragement.
Xiao Liu hesitated for a moment, but finally took the scissors.
He clumsily imitated the movements of an old artist next to him, cutting carefully with a focused expression, as if he had forgotten everything around him.
As the scissors rise and fall, a lifelike butterfly pattern gradually takes shape.
Xiao Liu looked at his work, "I... I actually did it!" he shouted excitedly, his tone full of disbelief.
When the young people around saw Xiao Liu's work, they also gathered around him, and an atmosphere of curiosity arose in their hearts.
"Wow, so beautiful!" "I want to try it too!"
In the square, laughter and cheers were heard one after another, and it was very lively.
Shen Qiqi looked at the scene in front of her, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Qiqi, you are so amazing!" Lu Qing walked to her side,
Shen Qiqi turned to look at Lu Qing, their eyes met, and they smiled at each other, everything was said without words...
At this time, an old man walked slowly over. It was Mr. Zhang, a senior artist in the village.
He looked at the lively scene, and when the turbid Shen Qiqi saw this, her heart moved, and she quickly walked over to meet him...
Shen Qiqi greeted the old artist Zhang with a smile. She did not mention asking him to teach her skills, but only warmly invited him to sit down and watch the young people experience traditional skills.
At first, the old artist Zhang had a stern face and an attitude of "don't get close to me", but the lively atmosphere in the square and the clumsy but serious energy of the young people gradually softened his stubborn heart.
A young man cut out the word "囍" which was crooked but joyful, causing people around him to burst into laughter.
The corner of Zhang's mouth couldn't help but twitch. This kid's haircut is really not that good, but his seriousness is exactly the same as when he was young.
Another girl was clumsily making a clay figure, which looked like a "strange beast" no matter how you looked at it, but she was enjoying it, with a satisfied smile on her face.
As Mr. Zhang watched, a string in his heart seemed to be gently plucked.
"This... this method is wrong!" Old Artist Zhang finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of urgency in his tone.
He walked up to the girl, picked up the tools, and demonstrated skillfully.
"The clay figurines have to be shaped like this to make them come alive..." The old artist talked incessantly, with excitement flashing in his eyes, as if he had returned to his youthful vigor.
The young people around immediately gathered around and listened attentively, their eyes full of curiosity.
The old artist Zhang became more and more excited as he spoke, and a long-lost passion burned in his heart.
As he looked at these young people eager to learn, a strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart.
“Qiqi girl, I’ve thought about it. I can teach them some simple skills.” Old artist Zhang walked up to Shen Qiqi with a firm tone. When the surrounding villagers saw this scene, they all cast admiring glances at her, and the air was filled with emotion and hope.
Shen Qiqi excitedly shook the hand of Mr. Zhang, the old artist, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang! Don't worry, I will definitely not let you down!" Her voice was a little choked, and tears of joy welled up in her eyes.
However, just as Shen Qiqi was immersed in the joy of success, a piece of news came like a bolt from the blue: the boss of Wang Temple Fair unexpectedly raised the venue fee temporarily!
Shen Qiqi looked at the notice in her hand, her face instantly turning pale, "This... What should I do..."
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