January 1, New Year's Day.
Pluto was still ablaze with lights that night. Festive red paper cutouts adorned the windows, while the trees lining the streets were decked out with lights and decorations, their hanging lanterns plump and adorable.
Outside, the festivities were in full swing; inside the auditorium, the crowd was even livelier.
Eight handsome young men and beautiful young women took the stage as hosts, offering holiday greetings and announcing the acts, keeping the atmosphere warm and festive.
The audience sat listening to the hosts' introductions, while the students of Class 2 cheered themselves on backstage:
"Go, Class 2!"
One of the hosts glanced at the cue card and announced the next act:
"Next, please welcome Senior Class 2 with their play, 'Snow White and the Seven Gourd Babies'! Let's give them a round of applause!"
The dim stage gradually lit up, revealing a dreamlike scene, and this wondrous story began to unfold to the narrator's gentle voice.
"In a distant kingdom lived a kind king and queen. They longed for a child and prayed devoutly to God."
"Perhaps their sincerity moved the heavens, for not long afterward, the queen gave birth to an adorable little princess."
"The princess had hair as red as an apple, skin as dark and lustrous as ebony, and a complexion as deathly pale as winter snow. The king and queen were overjoyed and promptly named her Snow White."
The lights shone brightly, all converging on center stage.
At the center of attention stood Fu Zhenzhen, sporting fiery red hair, a dark face, and a complexion that showed white through the black, gritting her teeth as she played with the students dressed as animals.
"Under the loving care of the king and queen, Snow White gradually grew into a beautiful young girl adored