Shen Qiqi carried the carefully prepared gifts and walked towards Zhang Folk Artist's house with firm steps.
She silently rehearsed what she was going to say in her mind, determined to convince Master Zhang no matter what.
The rural atmosphere wafted over her on both sides of the village path, and the fragrance of rice wafted from the fields, making her steps more determined.
Finally, Shen Qiqi arrived at the home of Zhang Folk Artist.
This is an old earthen house, and the vermilion wooden door looks mottled due to the erosion of time.
There was a faint coughing sound in the room, which made Shen Qiqi's heart hang in the air.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door gently.
"Is Master Zhang at home?" Although Shen Qiqi's voice was not loud, it was filled with unyielding perseverance.
The coughing sound behind the door stopped. After a moment, the door slowly opened, revealing the haggard face of a folk artist.
He looked even older than the rumors said, with a tired face and helpless eyes.
"It's Sister Qiqi, come in and sit down." Folk artist Zhang said in a low voice with a hint of hesitation in his tone.
As Shen Qiqi stepped over the threshold, the room was filled with a faint smell of Chinese medicine, which added a bit of heaviness to her heart.
"Master Zhang, we came here to ask you to teach us some folk arts." Shen Qiqi said bluntly. She took out a carefully prepared gift from her bag and placed it on the table. "This is a little gift from us. I hope you can accept it."
Folk artist Zhang took a look at the gifts on the table and frowned.
He sighed and shook his head: "Sister-in-law Qiqi, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that my health is not good. I always feel powerless lately, and I'm afraid of letting you down."
"Master Zhang, I understand your concerns." Shen Qiqi said sincerely, her tone full of determination, "Folk culture is our root, and we can't let it be lost. You are the best craftsman in the village. If even you don't pass it on, then this skill will really disappear in the long river of history."
Zhang Folk Artist looked at Shen Qiqi's determined eyes and couldn't help but waver in his heart.
He lowered his head, remained silent, and the teacup in his hand trembled slightly.
Shen Qiqi continued, "You're just not in good health, but your skills and experience are still there. We can set up a team, you can provide guidance behind the scenes, and we young people can practice. This will not only protect your health, but also allow the skills to be passed on."
The house fell into silence, with only the sound of birds singing outside the window.
Folk artist Zhang raised his head, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.
He sighed and said slowly, "Sister-in-law Qiqi, I understand what you said. I'll... think about it again."
Shen Qiqi's heart was filled with joy, she knew that her sincerity had moved Zhang Folk Artist.
She immediately stood up and said with a smile, "Master Zhang, please take a rest first. We will come to visit you again tomorrow."
Zhang Folk Artist nodded and watched Shen Qiqi and Lu Qing leave.
Outside the door, sunlight shines through the leaves onto the ground, creating mottled light and shadows.
Shen Qiqi turned to Lu Qing and said, "Lu Qing, we must help Master Zhang and let him see the hope of inheritance."
Lu Qing looked at his wife's determined back, and a feeling of warmth and admiration welled up in his heart.
He held Shen Qiqi's hand tightly and said firmly: "Yes, we will succeed."
The two walked side by side on the way home, their hearts full of hope and determination, but they didn't know what kind of challenge was waiting for them ahead.
Shen Qiqi's brows were furrowed, and her delicate face was full of anxiety.
The air seemed to be frozen, so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.
She took a deep breath and felt as if her chest was being pressed down by a huge rock, unable to breathe freely.
no!
We must never let those precious folk arts disappear into the dust of history!
It is not just some old craftsmanship, but also the crystallization of the wisdom of several generations!
She clenched her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.
Lu Qing stood aside, watching Shen Qiqi silently.
He could feel the anxiety deep in her heart, and her smart eyes were now filled with worry.
He stretched out his broad palm and gently held hers, conveying silent comfort and support.
"Master Zhang, I know you are worried about your health, but don't worry, I won't let you get tired!" Shen Qiqi spoke again, her tone firm and powerful.
She looked around, her gaze finally landing on folk artist Zhang, her eyes filled with sincerity. "All you need to do is orally describe your skills, and I'll help you compile them into a book! This way, we can preserve these valuable materials and save you some effort."
She paused and continued, "Also, I'll have the village barefoot doctor come to check on you regularly to ensure your health. What do you think?"
The room was silent for a moment, and the only sound was the heavy breathing of Zhang the folk artist.
A glimmer of light gradually flickered in his originally dim eyes.
He raised his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on Shen Qiqi, as if trying to find even a trace of falsehood on her face.
However, all he saw was sincerity and determination.
An inexplicable emotion spread in the chest of folk artist Zhang.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't utter a word.
His eyes were slightly red and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
Doesn't he want to pass on these skills?
But he was really worried about his health and afraid that he would be powerless!
Now, the appearance of Shen Qiqi seemed to have injected a stream of sweet spring water into his dry heart.
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