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As the dance progresses, the movements of the two men become more intense and rhythmic, pushing the atmosphere of the entire venue to a climax with their expressive steps and actions. Every leap and every step seems to express gratitude and respect to the earth, turning their dance into not just a performance, but also a prayer and celebration.
As the rhythm quickens, the audience below is also infected by the dancers' passion, starting to follow their footsteps and lightly stepping along. The ground of the entire village seems to vibrate with this force, attracting everyone, young and old, to join in the celebration.
In the end, as the two men raised their hands high and let out a loud shout, the entire venue fell into silence for a moment. Then, this silence was shattered by thunderous applause and cheers. The audience applauded and cheered for this wonderful performance, their laughter and applause filling the night sky, adding an incomparable vitality and joy to this bountiful evening.
Feren had a bright smile on his face, his palms slightly reddened from the enthusiastic applause. His eyes were filled with deep love and a sense of belonging to the village. As the music on stage rang out again, some villagers began to dance lightly to the rhythm on the venue, creating an atmosphere of joy and harmony.
Edric looked at Feren's pure and innocent joy, and involuntarily showed a gentle smile. He asked, "Aren't you a resident of this village? Have you participated in this event before?"
Feren turned to Edric and nodded, with a glint of reminiscence in his eyes. "Yes, I have lived here since I was a child. I participate in the annual harvest festival every year, which is one of the most important festivals in our village. At this time, everyone puts aside their work to celebrate and enjoy the happiness of the day. Of course, when I was younger, I spent more time watching the adults dance and occasionally playing with the children."
Feren's eyes shimmered with a hint of sadness, but it was quickly replaced by his passion and optimism for life. He said to Edric, "When I was young, my parents used to bring me here every Harvest Festival, and I was always so excited. We would dance together, laugh together. Those days felt like a beautiful dream to me." His voice carried a hint of nostalgia.
Feren smiled, despite his parents having passed away, those beautiful memories seemed to always accompany him. He continued, "Later, my parents passed away, and I came here alone. Although I sometimes feel lonely, whenever I come here and see these familiar faces, hear this familiar music, I feel like they are still with me."
Edric listened to Feren's words and a hint of sympathy and understanding flashed in his eyes. He looked at Feren's young and energetic face and couldn't help but smile. He felt that this young man had a special kind of strength, the kind that could maintain innocence and optimism even after experiencing sadness.
At this moment, the music on the stage started again, and some villagers began to dance to the music. Excitement shone in Feren's eyes as he watched the dancing crowd, filled with longing. Edric noticed Feren's expression, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Go dance, young man, this is your time."
Feren hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stood up, smiling as he walked towards the stage. He joined the dancing crowd, swaying to the music. In that moment, Feren's face was filled with joy and freedom, as if he had completely forgotten all his worries and sorrows, leaving only pure happiness.
Edric sat at a wooden table, watching Feren dance in the crowd. Feren's dance moves were somewhat clumsy and seemed unfamiliar, but his innocent and pure dance had a special charm. Every movement was filled with freedom and joy, and although not very skilled, it appeared particularly genuine and charming.
Edric looked at the scene and couldn't help but burst into laughter. His laughter was not particularly prominent amidst the hustle and bustle of the celebration, but it came from the heart. He felt a long-lost sense of relaxation and ease, as if at that moment, all his worries and pressures had been cast aside.
Edric's laughter attracted the attention of some nearby villagers. They saw this man, covered in bandages and looking somewhat disheveled, laughing so joyfully, and couldn't help but join in. For a while, Edric became a special sight in the celebration.
He couldn't help but shout at the Feren who was dancing hard, "Hey, Feren! Keep your balance, make bigger moves, don't dance like a goose!" His words were full of jokes and encouragement.
Hearing Edric's shout, Feren's cheeks turned red, but he didn't stop. Instead, he seemed to be more inspired, dancing more vigorously, trying to make more exaggerated moves. Although his steps were still somewhat uncoordinated, his face was filled with joy and confidence.
The surrounding villagers also noticed Feren's dance and began to give him warm applause and cheers. Some villagers even joined his dance, enjoying the joyful moment together. At that moment, Feren seemed to become the focus of the celebration, his smile and dance infecting everyone.
Edric watched from a distance, and the gloom in his heart seemed to be dispelled by this joy and innocence. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, silently feeling happy for Feren.
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