It's as if you can instantly leap from the sweltering heat of late summer and early autumn into the depths of winter.
Under such realistic and dreamlike visual effects.
Those audience members dressed in summer clothes even subconsciously hugged their shoulders and shivered.
"Huh? Is this a temporarily inserted video clip?"
"What kind of stage is this? How could such a scene happen?"
"Has China's technology become this advanced?!"
It was just a holographic projection at the beginning.
This left those overseas netizens dumbfounded.
They mistakenly thought it was a video clip that the TV station had temporarily switched to.
However, the scene below the stage appeared simultaneously with the screen.
This directly shattered such speculation.
The foreigners who were just there to watch the spectacle then realized what was happening.
The scene on the stage right now is a real-time holographic projection effect!
They were immediately dumbfounded.
Amidst the falling snow.
A gaunt old man, carrying a shoulder pole and baskets, struggled through the wind and snow.
His clothes were tattered, and he seemed to be halfway to the grave.
Somewhat strangely, the old man also had a string of copper bells wrapped around his waist.
As he traveled along the way.
Besides leaving a trail of footprints on the snow-covered roads.
It also emitted a series of clear and melodious bell sounds.
It's like having a mischievous, unseen child playing beside you.
The camera zoomed in on the stage backdrop screen.
The audience was able to see the old man's face clearly.
The actor playing the ragged old man in the snow is Bai Haisheng, an inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of puppetry.
Not far ahead of him.
It was a dilapidated temple.
The old man seemed to have found a temporary place to rest and escape the wind and snow.
They hurriedly quickened their pace and walked towards the eaves of the temple.
Inside the ruined, abandoned temple.
Surprisingly, a few other passersby were also gathered there, seeking shelter from the wind and snow.
When the old man arrived.
These people quickly made way for an open space.
"Grandpa, what's in your basket? It's so beautiful!"
In the crowd.
A man in a blue shirt stared at the basket and asked curiously.
As the man in the blue robe began to speak.
The surrounding people also looked curiously at the basket.
These are called puppets.
As the old man spoke, he casually took a wooden puppet from the basket and stroked it tenderly.
This is a puppet shaped like a delicate girl, with extremely exquisite and beautiful craftsmanship.
The exquisite puppets are dressed in bright skirts.
The expressions are so lifelike, as if they were just painted.
"Grandpa, so you're a puppeteer!"
"This is a craft passed down from our ancestors, and it's not easy to master this skill!"
"Since the heavy snow keeps falling and we have nothing to do, why don't you perform a piece for us?"
"Give me a piece, give me a piece!"...
They learned that the ragged old man was actually a street performer who specialized in puppet shows.
The surrounding crowd immediately started praising and cheering.
"Sigh, a lifetime spent playing puppet shows."
"I've wasted my whole life, living such a pathetic existence..."
"We might as well burn this puppet for warmth..."
Hearing the urging and commotion from those around him, the old man, holding the puppet, gave a bitter smile and mocked himself.
He has loved this art since childhood.
Whenever there is a puppet show, he would sit there engrossed in watching it, so absorbed that he would forget to eat.
However, performing arts was a profession reserved for the lower classes in ancient times.
Even at the risk of being scolded by his parents, the old man persisted in learning this craft when he was young.
He has made a living with this skill since he was a young age.
Unfortunately, throughout the performances, there were many spectators but few supporters.
As a result, his income was meager, and he has now fallen into such a miserable state that he can't even afford to get married.
He spent his whole life tending to the exquisite wooden puppets in the basket.
"Fine, since you want to see it, let's give it one last performance..."
The old puppeteer, as if having made up his mind, simply stood up and spoke.
Immediately afterwards.
He suddenly untied the copper bell from his waist, took it in his hand, and shook it violently for a while.
At the same time, he chanted:
"The bells ring, the puppet show performers are here!"
Just as the old man was holding up the bell and shouting loudly.
A lively and melodious musical prelude began to play from all around.
The old man's shouts were accompanied by a sudden burst of music.
All the audience members were suddenly stunned.
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