Rong Qingqing looked up, thought for a moment, and shook her head, "Why don't you help me cut something a bit more festive, Sister Xia? Can you make a pair of 'Double Happiness'?"
Rong Qingqing was just that kind of simple person; when she saw the bright red papercuts, the first thing she thought of was the 'Double Happiness' design.
Hong Xia laughed when she heard this, "You're really interesting, girl. At your age, I haven't met anyone who likes such festive things."
"I just like them." Rong Qingqing smiled until her eyes were squinted.
Hong Xia nodded in agreement and got busy with paper and scissors in hand.
Rong Qingqing stood by watching, not willing to blink much, as what she saw was truly mesmerizing.
When Hong Xia finished cutting out a very festive pair of 'Double Happiness', Rong Qingqing clapped her hands, "So beautiful!"
Around the 'Double Happiness' was a circle of peonies, luxurious and exquisite.
