In the evening, as our family sat on the steps of the kitchen, my mother prepared a farmhouse meal for us, and it was summer and there was a warm breeze in the air. My father was shirtless and looked very cool. When you eat every day, it is the most relaxing time for the family. Now that I think about it, I can't find that feeling of comfort anymore.

My father was a talkative person, and he talked endlessly at the dinner table. Tell us about national events, astronomy and geography, catching turtles in the five oceans, and going to the sky and entering the sea. In short, my father was a learning machine for us when we were children.

After eating, my father looked thoughtfully at the sky. We were also bored looking at the blue starry sky, and in our hometown, the sky was exceptionally blue. The blue one could not see half a cloud, like a clean blue cloth. At that time, there was no electricity in my house, so there was no need to rush to catch up on the drama. Our leisure after tea and dinner is very simple, which is to look up at the sky and imagine.

My father asked my brother and me, "Do you know what that star in the sky is called?"

I looked in the direction of my father's finger and saw a starry sky. It's not just a star, it's clearly a star in the night sky.

"Dad, which star are you talking about?" I asked.

In contrast, the younger brother looked a little more monkey, and he said immaturely: "Dad, I saw the star you said." Mother smiled knowingly. I'm sure my brother didn't see that star.

My father patiently told me the location of the star, and I looked up and sifted through the starry sky.

"Look! There's a big star in the middle, and two small stars on either side. The father added.

I found the star, pointed to the star in surprise and said to my father, "Dad, I saw it, I saw it!"

"That star is the Cowherd Star!" my father told us.

I asked curiously, "Dad, who is the Cowherd, and what does he do?"

This simple question seemed to stump the father, who was silent for a while, and then said, "The Cowherd is a farmer. ”

I seemed to understand, and nodded my brain.

"The two little stars on both sides of the Cowherd Star are his two dolls, do you see, do you look like an adult, picking two dolls?"

The mother knocked on the side and said, "It's true, one adult, two little dolls." "My mother didn't read much, and I guess she didn't know what stars were in the sky, but when my father said this, she just realized something.

"Dad, why is the Cowherd carrying two dolls in the sky?" the younger brother asked. On his innocent face, his parents saw a bit of cuteness. Father smiled, a loving smile.

At this time, my mind had flown into the distance, and I seemed to see a man named Cowherd floating in the sky, carrying two of his own children in bamboo baskets on both sides.

The father continued: "Do you see that foggy thing in the middle?"

In order not to disappoint my father with my intelligence, I pretended to nod my head and waited for my father to continue talking.

"That's Tianhe!" the father continued.

The mother laughed comically and went to clean up the leftovers on the table. My brother was in a state of confusion at this time, and I asked my father on behalf of my brother, "Dad, is there a river in the sky?"

The father said, "Not before, since the Queen Mother was angry." ”

"Ah, what is the Queen Mother doing, why is she angry?" I hurriedly asked.

"The Queen Mother is a person in charge of the heavenly court, because the Weaver Girl is her daughter, but the Weaver Girl fell in love with the Cowherd in the world, and married the Cowherd and gave birth to a child. The father was probably afraid that his story would be interrupted again, so he finished the general plot of the story in one sitting.

My brother and I were completely intoxicated by this story, and my brother didn't say a word, just quietly stared at the stars in the sky, thoughtful, thoughtful.

I had a few more images in my head. In the vast Tianhe, the river is rolling, and the Weaver Girl washes her face with tears all day long, looking at her husband and children opposite, far away in the sky, close in front of her, but she can't see each other. instantly felt that the Queen Mother was so ruthless, why couldn't they let them meet.

"Dad, the Queen Mother is too bad, can't you let them see each other?, won't the two dolls cry?" I was completely caught up in the storyline and couldn't extricate myself, and asked my father anxiously.

The father said slowly: "The queen mother finally couldn't bear it, so she set a time to see her once a year." ”

My brother and I were in a better mood instantly, and I said happily, "That's okay, this Queen Mother is still a good person, I thought they would never see each other again!"

The younger brother asked his father, "Dad, Dad, when did you say, when did they meet?"

My father, as if he were a well-versed bachelor, continued to tell us: "Every year on the seventh day of the seventh month, they will meet, and then all the sparrows will fly to the sky and build a magpie bridge for them. ”

"Ahh I asked my father worriedly.

My father smiled and said to me, "They live in heaven, and it won't be too heavy, so it won't collapse." ”

Mother told us to go back to the house and go to bed. My brother and I pretended not to hear, still immersed in all kinds of questions.

"Dad, you think sparrows are really going to build bridges?" I asked, incredulously.

"Well, it is said that they will really go, after the seventh day of July, the feathers of the sparrows are all in a mess, and they are trampling on them!" said the father seriously.

After my father finished speaking, I kind of acquiesced that this was true. The younger brother was completely silent, perhaps thinking that the story was too beautiful and did not need many words.

It turned out that the story was not over, and the father continued: "On the night of July 7, if you hide under the mulberry tree, you will hear their whispers!"

My brother and I stared at it in amazement.

"Dad, are you telling the truth?" the two brothers asked in unison.

"Then you brothers can go and listen!" said the father, earnestly.

But where is the mulberry tree?

Yes, the fourth grandfather of the Cui family has it, but it's a bit far away.

"Dad, can you hear it under our peach tree?" I asked my father.

"It should work. The father replied.

After a long time, I finally waited until July 7th. Father doesn't think about why we chase him every day for how long is the seventh of July.

After dark, my brother and I quietly ran to the peach tree at the back of the house, squatted under the peach tree and waited quietly for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to meet. We didn't dare to speak out, for fear of being detected by the Cowherd. However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't even hear a word.

Disappointed, we both returned to the house.

"Where did you two go? I told you not to say yes for a long time. Mother asked.

"Let's go listen to the whispers of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl!"

The father smiled happily, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile. My brother and I looked at my father with a blank look on our faces until he finished laughing.

"Silly boy! That's a legend. Father said.