The cold wind couldn't dampen our anticipation.
The next day, in the evening, on the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, which was New Year's Eve.
As dusk fell, the square in front of the commune compound was already packed with people.
The makeshift stage, hastily erected with planks and benches, was crude, but under the dim light of a few electric bulbs and two gas lamps, it appeared exceptionally lively and festive.
In the cold wind, the villagers wrapped their old cotton-padded coats tightly, rubbed their hands, and stamped their feet, but their faces were full of excitement and anticipation.
Such entertainment activities are rare throughout the year, and no one wants to miss them.
The front row seats, closest to the stage, are naturally reserved for leaders and VIPs.
Zhou Changke and Secretary Wen were already seated, and Sheng Xu sat to the side and behind Zhou Changke, accompanied by Zhang Zhihe, who looked expectant yet somewhat doubtful.
Zhang Zhihe's gaze kept sweeping over the backstage entrance, trying to catch a glimpse of that "expert" in advance.
At the back of the crowd, Xu Kuo was carefully protecting Jiang Xiuya as they struggled to push forward through the throng.
"Wife, over here! There's an opening over here!" Xu Kuo, with his sharp eyes, spotted a slightly loose spot and quickly called her over.
It was at the very end of a row of benches, just big enough for two people to squeeze in.
"Xiuya, sit here first and save me a seat. I'll go backstage to prepare and come back to you after the performance." Xu Kuo settled Jiang Xiuya in and then whispered a word of advice.
"Be careful." Jiang Xiuying knew he had something important to do, so she nodded quickly.
"Don't worry!" Xu Kuo gave Jiang Xiuying a reassuring smile, then turned and walked towards the entrance at the back of the stage.
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