At this moment, a big warm hand wrapped around her hand, and a sense of reassurance came from her.
She turned her head and saw that it was Lu Qing.
His eyes were firm, with an encouraging smile on his lips, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Shen Qiqi's heart warmed, she shook his hand back, and looked at him gratefully.
This silent interaction flowed between the two people like a warm current, and also infected the surrounding villagers, many of whom showed kind smiles.
"Sister Qiqi, ignore him! We support you!" an aunt shouted at the top of her voice.
"That's right! What does he know about cultural integration? He can only complain!" Another uncle also echoed.
The support of the villagers rekindled Shen Qiqi's fighting spirit.
She took a deep breath and said to Li, the foreign cultural communicator, "Mr. Li, since you know so much about foreign cultures, why don't you join us and create a more perfect cultural integration project together?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
"What? Cooperate with this old nitpicker?"
"Sister Qiqi, you don't have a fever, do you?"
The surrounding villagers talked about it, and they all felt that Shen Qiqi's proposal was too outrageous.
Even Lu Qing frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Li, the foreign cultural communicator, was stunned at first, then he sneered: "Cooperate with me? Are you worthy?" He had a look of contempt on his face, as if he had heard some huge joke.
But when he looked at Shen Qiqi's sincere eyes and the expectant gazes of the surrounding villagers, his heart began to waver.
A look of hesitation appeared on his face, like the unpredictable weather, making it difficult to understand.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
Finally, he only said one sentence: "Let me think about it..." After that, he turned and left, leaving behind a suspenseful back.
Although Li, the communicator of foreign culture, is harsh in words, he is very honest with his body.
In the following collaborations, he seemed like a different person. He no longer found fault but instead actively participated in the creation of cultural integration.
His eyes, which were once full of criticism, now sparkled with a glimmer of exploration, as if he had discovered a new world.
He began to experiment with making pottery with local clay, incorporating familiar exotic patterns, and was careful with every stroke, as if he were treating a treasure.
He even took the initiative to ask the villagers for local weaving techniques, and worked hard to learn with his clumsy hands. Although he was often sweating profusely, his face was filled with a satisfied smile, completely devoid of his previous arrogance and disdain.
Shen Qiqi looked at the transformation of Li, the communicator of foreign culture, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a satisfied arc.
This guy is really a typical example of a tsundere who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
Look at how serious he is now. Who would have thought that he was like a cock with its feathers standing on end before?
She walked over to Li, the foreign cultural communicator, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Li, it seems you are quite talented! The patterns on this pottery have that flavor!"
Li, the foreign cultural communicator, felt a little embarrassed by Shen Qiqi's praise. He scratched his head and showed a simple smile.
"Ahem, it's okay, but the mud is a little hard and not easy to knead." His tone also became much softer, no longer the condescending attitude as before.
A relaxed and cheerful atmosphere permeated the square, and the villagers were also infected by the changes brought about by Li, a foreign cultural communicator, and their enthusiasm for creation was even higher.
They use the tools in their hands to skillfully combine cultural elements from all over the world to create innovative works of art. These works are no longer simply pieced together, but have gained new vitality through collision and fusion.
Various colors intertwined together, like a visual feast, dazzling the eyes.
However, just when everything seemed to be going well, new problems arose.
Some older villagers do not understand some overly trendy cultural integration methods. They stick to traditional ideas and feel that these new things are a blasphemy to their ancestors' culture.
They gathered together, whispering, and from time to time cast disapproving glances at the young villagers who were working, and the atmosphere became a little subtle.
Shen Qiqi noticed the strangeness of the villagers and rubbed her brows. This road of cultural integration is really full of thorns!
Just as she was thinking about how to respond, an old lady walked up to her tremblingly, holding a strange-looking wooden sculpture in her hand, and said in a voice with a strong rural accent: "Qiqi, can this thing really be considered the culture of our ancestors?" The old lady's eyes were full of doubts and confusion, like a child thirsty for knowledge.
Shen Qiqi looked at the old lady, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She rolled her eyes and had an idea in her mind.
She cleared her throat and was about to speak...
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