Chapter 87 Mom, I saw a fairy…
Lu Xiaoqi, Zhang Zhongjing, Wang Wei, Huang Daopo who had just arrived, and Song Wusao who had skipped half a day's work just to watch the parade sat together on the second floor of the ticket office in Zone 1.
The second floor has been transformed from an office area into a temporary lounge, with many chairs moved in. The children of Xiangjia Village are excitedly peering out the windows at the street below, the best spot to watch the grand parade.
Xiang Ali turned to Lu Xiaoqi and asked, "Miss Lu, do immortals pass through here?"
Lu Xiaoqi nodded and smiled, "Yes. Just a little longer, it'll be ready soon."
The grand parade will start from the logistics area of Zone 7, then pass through Zone 5 to Zone 2, and finally return to the large lakeside square in Zone 1.
The ticket booth is right next to the main square, next to the dock.
"Wow, it's foggy! It's foggy!" Ahri clapped her hands excitedly.
After attending kindergarten for a few months, she made tremendous progress. Her personality became more lively, or rather, she gradually returned to her original personality. She also experienced a language explosion, going from only daring to utter monosyllabic words to being able to talk and laugh freely.
Xiang Xuezhi and Xiang Yunniang, who were standing next to them, also showed excited expressions.
They heard from their parents that the parade would be great—the adults had seen it during the midnight rehearsals.
Lu Xiaoqi also stood up and looked down with great interest. She saw milky white smoke flowing across the ground, seeping into the gaps between the blue bricks, making the ancient town look like a fairyland.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease than before: "Thank goodness the night fog worked!"
The activities for the entire Qinghe Ancient Town during the Spring Festival were prepared starting six months ago after the planning department took office. At that time, the opening date was set for New Year's Day, so the most important thing next was the Spring Festival holiday.
Several people in the planning department went bald before the overall plan was finalized. Lu Xiaoqi felt apologetic, so in addition to giving them a large red envelope, she also used her connections to get them an appointment with Zhang Zhongjing, so that the divine doctor could give them a good treatment, earning her several resentful yet grateful glances.
The most troublesome part of preparing gifts for the Spring Festival is this grand parade of deities.
Their plan is that if the parade is successful, they can bring it out again every holiday, making it a regular event in the ancient town. Therefore, no detail can be overlooked.
Since it's a grand procession of deities, some clouds and fog are naturally needed to create the right atmosphere. The probability of fog appearing in Qinghe Ancient Town is 30%, but night fog occurs much less frequently than morning fog, usually appearing between 5:30 and 8:00 AM, with no fixed time.
When Lu Xiaoqi was discussing this detail with the planning department, they all felt that it would be great if the night fog appeared, but if it didn't, they would have to prepare a second backup plan—the dry ice machines they had bought earlier could come in handy.
Fortunately, the items drawn by the system were very useful and didn't let her down at the crucial moment.
Lu Xiaoqi said to the system, "I've decided to show some respect for your work from now on. You're welcome, it's what I should do."
She wanted to sincerely apologize to the prop that was used to "create the atmosphere of the ancient town." Although the fog trick was cliché, it was really effective. Now, the morning and night fog of Qinghe Ancient Town had become its signature feature.
There are countless beautiful pictures online.
System: ...You've said everything you wanted to say.
Zone 7.
The planning director looked at the parade about to depart with a very serious expression—actually, it was to hide his nervousness.
Holding a walkie-talkie, she said, "Are all departments ready? The team will be setting off in ten minutes."
On the last float, Su Jun jumped off, bracing himself against the mast, and clapped his hands. Craftsman He followed closely behind. They had also participated a little in this grand parade of immortals, having just finished inspecting some of the machinery and puppet devices under their charge.
Craftsman He nodded to Su Jun: "No problem."
On the other side, Han Yushang, Han Yunshang, and several other embroiderers were making a final check to ensure that the costumes and props worn by the actors were correct.
As the time drew near, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, until the voice of the planning director came through everyone's walkie-talkies:
"Final confirmation from all departments, five minutes to go! Report status!"
A rapid but orderly response immediately erupted from the walkie-talkie:
"Power team received! Main line stable, backup power online! River floating lights, bridge railing light strips, and street lanterns have normal voltage and can be started at any time!" A steady hum of current could be faintly heard in the background.
"Props team received! Final self-check of all mechanical devices complete!"
"Actors, please! The main characters are fully made up and are waiting in the designated area!"
"Security team received! The barriers on both sides of the main street have been reinforced, and personnel guiding the crowd in each performance area are in place!"
The lighting control team, sound effects team, wire work team, drone team, and others were all speaking into the walkie-talkies; everything was going smoothly and nothing unexpected had happened. The planning director breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." she calmly gave the commands, "Two, one! Let's go!"
"Are you ready?" Liu Chan asked the staff member next to her.
"Ready."
"Don't worry, Brother Liu, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."
Liu Chan laughed and scolded, "If you let me down at the crucial moment, I'll exile you to Ningguta!"
Their social media department has a heavy workload during the Spring Festival, requiring them to shoot all sorts of materials, photos, and videos. The upcoming grand parade of deities is of paramount importance.
Lu Xiaoqi's task for them was to film the event well and then market it effectively online, ideally getting it trending on social media.
Liu Chan was on high alert, setting up numerous camera positions: aerial photography, on the water, in crowds, on rooftops, and in various other locations...
He was full of confidence.
To be honest, Liu Chan sometimes feels a bit dazed. It's only been a little over half a year since she was active online doing live streams and videos as "the cicada that hibernated for sixteen years," but it feels like she's living a completely different life.
Half a year ago, he would travel from one city to another for a few hundred yuan in travel expenses. Now, he enjoys a generous salary, a free working atmosphere, and is the head of dozens of employees in his department. Last year, he would never have dared to do such a thing during the Spring Festival.
Just then, a voice came from the walkie-talkie, and Liu Chan's expression sharpened: "They're here, they're here! Everyone, pay attention, stay alert!"
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Yang Qingning stood on tiptoe, her neck aching from stretching.
The mist flowing along the stone path grew thicker and thicker. Strangely, it drifted low in the air, about a meter above the ground, ethereal and light, yet it did not obstruct one's view. Only occasionally would a gentle breeze blow it into the air, creating a hazy scene that quickly dissipated, adding a touch of otherworldly beauty.
Tian Fan was ecstatic: "This time I've finally run into the night fog!"
He missed it the last time he came. If he weren't waiting to see the parade, he would have already taken his camera to photograph the ancient town shrouded in night fog. Now he can only pray that the fog won't dissipate by the time the parade ends.
Professor Yang and Professor Jin, who had been whispering to each other, were now captivated by the beautiful foggy scenery before them and were finally able to divert their attention a little.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the little girl beside me leaned forward with all her might, poking her chubby fingers into the fog: "Look! There are stars in the fog!"
As she finished speaking, everyone heard faint sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments.
"There it is!" someone shouted.
Everyone turned their heads sharply, only to see that at the end of the stone arch bridge, mist hung low and flowed, entwining the bridge. A magnificent procession was slowly crossing the stone bridge, heading this way.
The winter sun sets early, and by this time it was already dark, with only a heavy, crab-shell-like blue pressing down on the horizon. They couldn't see clearly, only the procession, like a river flowing with starlight, winding its way through the dim world.
As if following in their footsteps, one by one, the lights emitting a soft glow lit up, and the world on the other side of the river was tinged with a warm orange hue, appearing even more dreamlike and ethereal in the mist, like a starry river in the sky.
The ancient town is lit up.
The area where they were located was still shrouded in a deep blue hue, as the gods had not yet descended, with only the lights shining from the shops on both sides of the street.
Yang Qingning has sharp ears; besides the sounds of string and wind instruments, she seemed to hear something else: "Did you hear that?"
"I heard it, but I didn't hear it clearly." Tian Fan nodded.
Professor Yang chuckled and said, "It's alright, it'll be here soon. This parade is quite interesting."
Yang Qingning nodded vigorously. It was indeed very interesting. Just a glimpse from afar had already filled her with anticipation.
After waiting for a few minutes, the music grew louder and louder, and the parade finally approached.
"They're here! They're here!"
The crowd stirred, everyone standing on tiptoe, craning their necks, and looking in unison to their left. Children standing at the back couldn't see, so their parents either held them or let them ride on their shoulders.
A tiny orange glimmer appeared deep within the sea of fog, followed by a second, a third... The delicate, warm light pierced through the milky white mist, like stars quietly emerging in the night sky.
Like a sleeping galaxy awakened by footsteps and music, the mist suddenly churned, as if parted by an invisible hand.
The music was in full swing, with the clear chimes and jade chimes striking out a tinkling rhythm, as clear and bright as shattered jade falling onto a plate; interspersed with the melodious sounds of the sheng and xiao, it was as if countless celestial birds were singing in the clouds.
Emerging from the mist to the sound of music were six crane-like attendants, their snow-white robes adorned with silver threads and their feet shimmering with upturned toes. The tips of their slender, raised staffs were adorned with long streaks of starlight, twinkling like stardust scattered across the mist.
"It's the Crane Boy!"
"Mommy, it's a star!"
A child was the first to shout. The adults ignored them and all took out their phones to take pictures.
"Mommy, it's so cold!" The little girl reached out to scoop up the stardust drifting past her eyes, her fingertips only touching a fleeting warmth.
The crane children seemed to notice her movement. One of them turned his head slightly, a gentle smile curving his lips, as soft and warm as moonlight, and his gaze lingered on her for a moment.
The mother beside her quickly grabbed her daughter's hand, afraid she would run off, but her face couldn't hide her amazement and smile: "Sweetie, those aren't real stars, they're special effects made of string lights." She herself couldn't resist reaching out to touch the ethereal specks of light so close yet so unreal, "But they're so realistic..."
“Yes, the effect is amazing!” Yang Qingning couldn’t help but interject.
The crane-like boy walked slowly forward, and the clouds seemed to be forced back by something. Following him were several fairy maids dressed in long, wide-sleeved dresses with moon-white cloud patterns.
Their steps were light and graceful, their figures slender and elegant. Where their toes touched the ground, the thick mist rippled slightly, yet not a drop of it touched their skirts, as if they were ladies who had stepped out of a painting.
Each of them carried an elegantly crafted palace lantern. The lantern shades were made of translucent silk gauze, painted with cloud patterns and cranes, and inside, some unknown light source emitted a soft and warm golden-red glow.
The light bathed the area, shrouded in the deep blue night and mist, in a warm glow.
"So beautiful!"
"I saw a fairy!"
"Even such a beautiful fairy can only hold a lantern to guide the way... Ahhhhh, I'm going crazy! How amazing is this going to be!"
The crowd was not too noisy. Even when they screamed, the young men and women kept their voices down, afraid of disturbing the immortals.
The celestial maidens, arranged in two rows, descended slowly along the bridge, like two flowing silver rivers studded with starlight. As their feet finally touched the stone slabs of the main street, a loud, resonant voice, sharp as metal, suddenly rang out, drowning out the music:
"Jupiter's procession brings auspicious clouds to the streets!"
"The immortals descend to the mortal realm, bestowing blessings upon humankind!"
"Welcoming spring at the start of the year, may all evil be driven away—!"
Two teams of burly warriors, clad in golden armor and wearing masks of divine beasts, strode heavily onto the main street like two moving golden towers! They carried not weapons, but enormous golden ceremonial fans and banners entwined with runes. Their golden armor, illuminated by palace lanterns and beams of light cast from an unknown source, reflected a dazzling light, blending with the warm red glow of the palace lanterns held by the celestial maidens, creating a solemn and majestic splendor.
As the ceremonial fans passed by, they naturally created a breeze, dispersing the surrounding mist and allowing the tourists from the two weeks to see more clearly.
"So handsome!!"
"Wow! That's impressive! With their helmets on, they must be at least two meters tall!"
"That's so damn cool!"
The dreamlike beauty of the previous scene contrasted sharply with the imposing presence of the warriors. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, as if measured beforehand, clearing a wide and majestic path for the entire procession behind the celestial maids.
Upon hearing their voices, Yang Qingning suddenly realized, "These are the voices I just heard."
"Jupiter's procession brings auspicious clouds to the streets..."
The majestic and deep voice rang out again. As the voice faded, the lanterns hanging under the eaves and brackets on both sides of the street seemed to be awakened by an invisible force, one after another, lighting up from near to far! The orange light, like a lit fuse, quickly spread into the depths of the street, dispelling some of the cold blue mist and giving the entire long street a warm and festive feel.
Fairy maidens led the way, golden-armored figures cleared the path, and lights shone brightly.
They lit up the lights in the ancient town.
Yang Qingning was extremely excited and was about to turn around to share her feelings with her grandfather when she heard Tian Fan gasp and a chorus of "Wow!" suddenly erupted around her.
She felt a chill run down her spine and immediately realized that she might miss something incredible by turning her head, so she turned away immediately.
"Wow—!" she couldn't help but exclaim.
A massive, towering palanquin pierced through the cold, dark blue mist, appearing silently like a cloud boat. The gossamer-thin gauze curtains moved without wind, flowing with a cool, watery moonlight. Above the palanquin, a bright moon floated and rotated, casting its pure, clear light.
It's a float!
"It's the Moon Goddess Chang'e!" someone exclaimed.
With a delicate hand, she parted the flowing gauze curtains, revealing a figure seated gracefully inside the sedan chair. Her wide sleeves cascaded down like a waterfall, and she leaned elegantly against the snow-white fur-covered seat. Raising her head slightly, a face of unparalleled beauty was revealed in the hazy light, with a snow-white jade rabbit nestled gently in her arms.
"Isn't this... Zhao Yizhu?" a young girl suddenly screamed.
This Chang'e fairy is none other than Zhao Yizhu! She's a fan of Zhao Yizhu!
Didn't she just finish performing at the Spring Festival Gala? How come she suddenly appeared here? The girl was so surprised that she almost fainted. She never expected that her favorite older sister would suddenly appear in front of her, and with such stunning makeup and styling.
My luck is just too good!
"Zhao Yizhu? Is she that internet celebrity?"
"What internet celebrity? She's a legitimate dancer!"
"Your Majesty the Empress!"
"Oh my god, she's so beautiful! Even more beautiful than on TV!"
"Zhao Yizhu! Zhao Feiyan!"
Shouts erupted from the crowd. Fans who recognized her were so excited they were incoherent, waving their arms wildly. Unaware bystanders were caught up in the sudden frenzy and joined in the exclamations.
Zhao Feiyan smiled sweetly, put down the jade rabbit in her arms, slowly stood up, raised her hand, and half-covered her face with her wide sleeves. Just this starting posture was enough to make the crowd quiet down immediately.
She lightly touched the edge of the sedan chair with her toes, and her whole body floated up like a light feather.
The illusory moon atop the sedan chair suddenly shone brightly, its clear light like a ribbon, clearly illuminating her graceful figure dancing in the air. At times, she appeared as ethereal as drifting clouds, disappearing without a trace; at other times, she was like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, standing alone and aloof from the world.
At this moment, the fairy Chang'e materialized.
"Aaaaaah!" The screams grew even louder after a few seconds of pause.
Yang Qingning heard many children excitedly shouting, "Mommy, she flew!"
"Wow, this is a real fairy sister!"
"Daddy, Daddy, is she Chang'e? Did she come down from the moon?" the child asked. After his parents said no, he continued, "Then why can she fly? She must be Chang'e!"
It must be wire work... A thought flashed through Yang Qingning's mind, but these machines were really well hidden. With the added effect of night and fog, it all seemed so real.
She didn't have time to think much; she couldn't take enough photos with her phone.
The music reached its peak, clear and melodious, and Zhao Feiyan gracefully leaned back, as if trying to embrace the Milky Way. Then, like a feather, she slowly spun down, her toes lightly touching the palanquin, her figure as steady as a jade mountain, and returned to the palanquin once more.
With a graceful flick of her sleeves, she gently swept them towards the crowds on both sides of the street—
The river lanterns placed along the riverbanks and under the bridges, as well as the lotus lanterns hanging on the rooftops, all seemed to be summoned by the moonlight, blooming with warm light one after another, and joining the ranks of those lighting lanterns.
The river of light and the sea of lights merged in the mist.
This was also the idea of the planning department, combining the grand procession of deities with the lighting ceremony of the ancient town. Clearly, their plan was very successful. At this moment, countless mobile phone and camera screens lit up in the crowd, forming a shimmering galaxy, vying to record this dreamlike moment.
Tian Fan frantically pressed the shutter button on his camera, wishing he had eight hands so he could hold four cameras, take pictures continuously, and record videos.
"Grandpa, it's so beautiful!" Yang Qingning said excitedly to her grandfather.
She took eight hundred photos, from pictures to videos.
Professor Yang nodded: "Not bad, not bad, is this... that girl from the Spring Festival Gala? The one who played Zhao Feiyan dancing on the golden lotus?"
Professor Jin: "It's her."
They also recognized Zhao Feiyan. The older generation all watched the Spring Festival Gala, and Zhao Feiyan's dance on the Gala was indeed amazing, making her memorable among so many programs.
After a pause, the old professor sighed, "The ancients said that such a scene should only exist in heaven, but now it has become a reality."
Zhao Feiyan couldn't really hear the cheers from the tourists below. She was wearing an in-ear monitor and listening to the instructions from the tour's directing team backstage.
She returned to Qinghe Ancient Town on the first day of the Lunar New Year, intending to take a good rest. However, the dancer originally cast as Chang'e accidentally injured her leg, so they found her instead.
After several days of intensive practice and rehearsals, Zhao Feiyan's appearance on stage was somewhat rushed, but her performance just now was absolutely successful.
"Perfect!" came the voice of the planning director through the in-ear monitor.
Zhao Feiyan smiled, which made the screams from the crowd below even louder.
Backstage in Zone 7, the directing team and the planning director breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the footage on the screen. Their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
Impressive! You were able to precisely control the rhythm after only a few days of rehearsal.
Su Jun also sat on a chair to the side, watching the parade continue on the screen.
As Chang'e's magnificent palanquin passed by, Gongsun Jin, playing the Dragon Girl, came into view. She sat gracefully within a giant clam-shell-shaped carriage adorned with coral and pearls, performing a sword dance with overwhelming power. Next came Li Guinian as Lü Dongbin, with his striking eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an extraordinary air, leading the Eight Immortals. Then came the Twelve Flower Fairies, each holding their own symbolic flower branches, their robes fluttering as if bringing the fragrance of the four seasons.
There was also the God of Wealth, who showered the crowd with copper coins, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.
As the procession moved forward, graceful fairy dancers twirled and danced like butterflies flitting among flowers; there were also highly skilled acrobats who either breathed flames that streaked across the sky or skillfully rode unicycles that moved freely between the formations, drawing cheers from the crowd.
The exquisite makeup and costumes, along with the intricately designed and enormous floats, concealed some of the mechanical devices that might have seemed out of place, all thanks to the darkness and mist. It was as if deities had truly descended from the clouds, and the mortal world, illuminated by the lights, resembled a celestial palace.
The float that Su Jun participated in was placed last, serving as a grand finale.
"They're here!" Craftsman He exclaimed excitedly.
Su Jun gave a faint "hmm," seemingly calm and composed, but in reality, he was quite nervous.
The petals scattered by twelve flower fairies drifted down from the sky, and the procession of floats gradually disappeared into the distance.
"Is it over?" everyone was asking.
"Shouldn't it be over by now?" Yang Qingning asked with a grin when she heard her grandfather ask. "What's wrong? Are you reluctant to see it end?"
Her grandfather is usually engrossed in academic pursuits and rarely travels to scenic spots like this. He usually goes out for business trips, field research, and historical exploration, so this trip is truly a rare opportunity.
Professor Yang chuckled and said, "Great job! You young people really know how to have fun."
It's amazing how much tourist attractions have evolved!
Professor Jin also sighed, "I should go out and have fun with you young people more often in the future, otherwise I feel like I'll fall behind the times."
Yang Qingning and Tian Fan exchanged a glance. They wanted to say that this was also their first time seeing such a magnificent parade, and they had never seen anything like it before! However, before they could speak, a clear and melodious phoenix cry came from the sky.
Tian Fan was startled; that voice... sounded somewhat familiar.
"Look behind us! A big bird is flying out!"
"It's a phoenix!"
The children started playing happily, while some regulars who had previously seen the fireworks show in Qinghe Ancient Town laughed and said, "I know, it's Phoenix! Moving the fireworks show here is quite fitting."
How could a grand procession of immortals be complete without divine birds? Let these mythical creatures conclude the procession—perfect!
Dozens of "divine birds" of various shapes and colors, accompanied by clear and melodious calls, took flight from the depths of the mist!
The magnificent phoenix trails its long tail feathers; the elegant blue luan is surrounded by flowing azure winds; the mighty golden-winged roc spreads its wings to blot out the sky; and there are also legendary birds such as the Vermilion Bird and the Bifang...
Even regular customers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Wow, so many this time?"
They remembered there were only four or five before, and it must be said that more than that made them look very impressive! Dozens of divine birds flew together, their feathers shimmering, their clear cries ringing in the ears, soaring through the clouds and mist, sometimes circling, sometimes moving forward. In an instant, it seemed as if the surrounding pavilions, towers, and painted beams were all draped in celestial light, transforming into the jade palaces of Penglai, a scene of celestial grandeur!
Yang Qingning stared intently at them, and only then, from certain angles, did she catch a glimpse of the cold, hard texture of the skeleton made of special composite materials flashing in the light. She then exhaled, "I really thought spiritual energy was about to revive..."
Tian Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You don't actually believe this, do you?"
Then he saw a huge ball of light fly out of the mist. Unlike the soft moonlight just now, it carried a blazing light, and wherever it went, it dispersed the ever-rising mist, just like the true fire of the sun.
Three enormous golden crows, their forms entirely composed of flowing golden flames, stood with their heads held high and wings outstretched, dragging behind them a magnificent chariot that was too dazzling to behold.
Professor Jin stared in disbelief and blurted out, "It's a three-legged golden crow! The sun chariot!"
The chariot was ancient and majestic, its entire body seemingly cast from molten gold, and engraved with intricate sun god patterns and ancient three-legged crow totems. The huge wheels turned slowly, the hubs seemingly made of solidified solar prominences, scattering fireworks like streams of fire as they rolled, like points of sunlight.
Following the Sun Chariot was a magnificent flying boat.
It was even more magnificent and exquisite than when Tian Fan had seen it before, faintly radiating a warm and spiritual light. The ship's sides were painted with flying dragons and phoenixes, with carved beams and painted rafters, and twelve sails. Immortals in feathered robes and star-studded crowns stood on both sides of the ship's sides, holding various weapons, like divine chariot guards, protecting the sun chariot in front.
They are about half a person tall and are lifelike puppets!
From head to toe, every part was exquisitely crafted, and the overly perfect face and texture appeared even more ethereal in the light and mist, like a true immortal.
They held various magical artifacts—ancient swords, jade flutes, treasure vases, and zithers—in different poses.
Divine birds lead the way, golden crows patrol the sky, celestial ships provide escort, divine might is magnificent!
"So many gods! They really move!" Yang Qingning heard the little girl beside her excitedly telling her parents. Her mouth hadn't closed since the parade started, and she was amazed the whole way—well, actually, she was too.
"Look, look! That fairy is playing the zither!" A little boy in the crowd excitedly tugged at his mother's clothes.
"Living...alive! Like a living god!" Another, even younger child stared intently, his little mouth agape, uttering a muffled exclamation.
Some children were clearly confused, trying to understand using the closest thing to their own knowledge: "Mom, aren't those... incredibly beautiful fairy dolls?"
At this moment, immortals—no, immortal puppets—came to life, some wielding swords to protect others, others using magical artifacts. Their movements were fluid and graceful, yet possessed a unique rhythm characteristic of puppets.
With their elegant and precise movements, sparks of golden fireworks flowed down from their fingertips and the magical implements, like a waterfall of fireworks.
Wow, it's sparkly!
"Mom, look, they're even dropping stars!" More children were drawn to the falling golden sparks of fireworks, their cheers and excited screams creating a sea of joy.
Professor Jin and Professor Yang gazed at the joyful scene before them, their eyes filled with contentment, not wanting to blink.
"This is a complete reenactment of ancient Chinese mythology."
"It's so exquisite and beautiful, you put so much thought into it!"
Look, this is no worse than the parades in those foreign IP theme parks!
Yang Qingning had given up taking photos; she wanted to let her eyes record everything before her—the river of light and the sea of lights were completely boiling and merging! In the sky, there was a divine procession consisting of divine birds, celestial boats, and golden crow chariots, while on the ground, there was a dazzling human world illuminated by lights, no less magnificent than a fairyland.
I really hope all of this can last a little longer.
Even after the parade had disappeared from sight and headed towards Zone One, everyone remained standing in place, still immersed in the afterglow of the event, reluctant to leave.
Finally, what woke her up was the sound of the park's loudspeakers:
"Friends, the grand parade of immortals has now concluded. Please leave in an orderly manner. At 9:00 PM, there will be a drone and fireworks show at the lakeside square in Zone 1. You are welcome to go and watch."
Yang Qingning suddenly realized.
The immortals have departed, their traces vanished; this illusory dream of the mortal world has only just begun.
Of course, they wanted to see the fireworks. When they arrived, the night fog had already lifted. They learned from other tourists that the parade had lingered for a long time in the main square of Zone 1 before leaving, which was a real shame; they wished they had waited there to watch the parade!
Those who followed the parade were the smart ones!
Fortunately, the fireworks display soon followed, and it was equally spectacular, cleverly combining dazzling fireworks with a dynamic drone light show, creating a breathtaking scene around Qinghe Tower and Huanyin Pavilion below.
After watching the fireworks, it was already 9:30 when we got back to the hotel.
Yang Qingning was a bit tired, but Professor Yang and Professor Jin, the two elderly gentlemen, were in high spirits. They planned to pick up the discussion that had been interrupted by the tour.
She and Tian Fan were also interested in this, so of course they brought over chairs to listen in.
Professor Jin spoke first, without asking Professor Yang, and instead turned to the two young men: "Come on, you two share your feelings first."
Yang Qingning was extremely excited: "The parade and fireworks were so beautiful! I wish I could see them again."
Professor Yang sighed, "...I asked you to talk about your feelings about VR!"
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