"Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" On the mountain, a big tree is like an umbrella cover, blocking the roasting sun. Under the tree, a little boy who looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old was lying asleep, and a little girl was raising her waist, stretching out her mouth to put her mouth on his ear and whispering softly.

After screaming several times, the little boy pretended to be asleep. The little girl couldn't bear it anymore and cried out loudly, "Little lazy worm, I'm here, don't hurry up." ”

The little boy jumped up, patted the little girl on the head and said, "Bad girl, your ears are deafened by you." The little girl clapped her hands and laughed: "Who told you to be so lazy, like a pig, you can't wake up." The little boy took her hand and laughed along. After a while, the little boy said, "Why are you here today?"

The little girl said coquettishly: "It's uncomfortable for people to stay at home, and when they see you alone, they come to accompany you." Aren't you happy?" After speaking, his small mouth was upturned, his cheeks were bulging, his eyes were slanted, but his face was full of smiles, his sideburns were close to his face, and he was full of sweat.

The little boy said, "Madame, do you know? ”

The little girl made a grimace and said, "It's okay, my mother is happy today."

This little girl's surname is Zhu, her name is Kexin, and she is the daughter of a local Zhu Yuanwai. The little boy's surname is Zhang, his name is Xuanmeng, he is the son of a tenant farmer outside Zhu Yuanwai, and he helps Zhu Yuanwai herd cattle, and he can be regarded as a long-term worker of the Zhu family.

Xuanmeng took out his hand to pat her, helped her wipe the sweat off her face, looked at her with pity and said, "Look, I'm tired and sweating again, don't run so fast in the future." Ke Xin said angrily: "Fool, do people want to see you as soon as possible?" Xuanmeng said: "I have something to see, don't you see it every day?" Ke Xin curled her mouth and said, "I'm happy, why mother-in-law." Come, sit down, tell me a story. ”

There are two stone benches under the tree, which were erected by the two when they were herding cattle, one large and one small, the big one is Xuanmeng's, and the small one is Kexin. Next to the stone bench, a small stone house was also erected, with a bed and a stove in the house, Kexin said that this was the home of her and Xuanmeng, but in fact, the stone house couldn't even put the palm of her hand. The two of them sat down on their stone benches again.

Xuanmeng couldn't bear to brush her intentions, so he told the story of the big bad wolf and the wolf's grandmother. After the story was told, it was almost noon, Xuanmeng said: "Kexin, let's go back, today is the third day of the seventh month of July, and in four days it will be the seventh day of the seventh month of July, and then I will tell you the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." Ke Xin said: "Okay, I will definitely come that day." Come, pull the hook, see you or disperse. Xuanmeng said: "Okay, pull the hook, see you or leave." The two stretched out their little fingers and pulled a hook.

It turned out that Kexin liked to tell stories to Xuanmeng since she was very young, but what she loved to listen to the most was the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I don't know how many times I've listened to it, I always get tired of it, every time I listen to it, I always have tears in my eyes, look up at the sky, and ask stupidly, "Xuanmeng, do you think that the Queen Mother will be merciful one day and reunite the Cowherd and Weaver Girl's family?" If Xuanmeng said that she didn't know, she would sobble and choke, and waited for Xuanmeng to say: "Yes, the Queen Mother will always be merciful one day and reunite their family." She let out a long sigh and stopped sobbing. Because folklore says that the Cowherd and Weaver Girl reunite once a year on the seventh day of July, she always secretly runs out of her home on the seventh day of July every year, and asks Xuanmeng to tell her the story of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and then cries again. It's been so many years, and it's never been broken.