The first quarter moon hangs in the sky, a bright Milky Way stretches across the sky, and the two stars on the "riverside" are exceptionally bright tonight. Under the night sky, or gathered in a garden or scattered pairs of people sit and look up, the breeze is pleasant, and the love words are lingering.

The streets of Dongshi are full of people, bustling, and full of people. Dressed in a goose-yellow cardigan skirt, fourteen-year-old Geng Xuan swam happily like a koi fish in the crowd.

"Brother Lu, hurry up, we've known each other for seven years, it's rare to see each other in the past, today just happens to be the Qixi Festival again, you must accompany me for a good stroll!" Geng Xuan, who was bouncing in front of him, turned around and found that Lu Xinghe behind him had been left far behind, stopped and shouted at Lu Xinghe.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Lu Xinghe shook his head with a smile, quickened his pace, and after a while, he rushed to Geng Xuan's side, and the two shuttled through the crowd of people in parallel.

"Come on, freshly baked hot buns!"

"Guest officer, come in and rest and have a cup of tea?"

"Ancestral lo mein, come and try it!"

"Childe, buy some embroidery for this beautiful girl!"

The street is full of shouting and selling, all kinds of goods along the way, eating and playing, dazzling, among which embroidery and other women's red needlework are sold the most and the hottest. Qixi Festival, also known as the Qiqiao Festival, is a festival for Han girls to worship the Weaver Girl and pray for the growth of their female red skills in order to marry a wishful husband. So most of the roadside stalls today are girls who are waiting for the boudoir to sell their female celebrity works, compare and learn from each other.

"Brother Lu, this hairpin is so beautiful, can you buy one for me?" Geng Xuan's eyes were attracted by a row of hairpins on a stall on the side of the road, holding a hairpin in his left hand and right hand, and his eyes were shining and he looked at it carefully.

"If you like it, buy it, your family is not short of money, and buying this stall is just a gesture. Lu Xinghe looked at the little girl's excited appearance and couldn't help but tease.

"No. I, I'm going to ask Brother Lu to buy it for me. Geng Xuan pouted, raised his head, held the hairpin in front of his chin with both hands together, and blinked his eyes coquettishly.

"Good, good. Buy and buy. Of course, Lu Xinghe would not refuse the little girl's simple request, "Boss, how much are these two hairpins?"

After asking the price and paying the money, he turned back to Geng Xuan and said, "Well, are you satisfied now?"

"Well, Brother Lu is the best!" Geng Xuan raised the two hairpins in front of his eyes, pulled his hands forward and backward for a while, and handed one of them to Lu Xinghe, "Brother Lu, help me put it on." “

"Hmm. Lu Xinghe took the hairpin and gently inserted it into Geng Xuan's black and thick hair bag.

"Is it pretty?"

"Beautiful!"

"Thank you, Brother Lu!" Seeing Lu Xinghe nodding, Geng Xuan thanked him sweetly. Then he pulled up Lu Xinghe's sleeves: "Brother Lu, let's go to the front and have a look." Pulling Lu Xinghe forward, "Hey, there are a lot of people in front, let's go over and have a look!"

So the two walked towards the place where the crowd had gathered.

I saw that leaning against the door of a tea shop, there were many people surrounded by a semicircle layer after layer.

It turned out that in the middle of the crowd was a platform with a seat on it, and an old storyteller over eighty years old was sitting, telling the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Listening to the shocking applause, the people sitting or drinking tea or standing around the bottom were full of applause. On the side of the platform is a full circle of steps, on which an old woman holding a gong with the inner side up is slowly walking around the platform, using the gong to receive the reward from the guests, and it seems that she and the storyteller are an old couple.

"Let's let go, let's let go!" Geng Xuan was obviously very interested in this storytelling, and pulled Lu Xinghe desperately to squeeze in. Many of the people who were squeezed away were about to get angry, but when they saw that the other party was a beautiful and lovely little girl, they didn't want to be angry anymore. Lu Xinghe had no choice but to smile apologetically at the people passing by, and awkwardly followed Geng Xuan into the innermost layer of the audience.

"What I'm saying is, paper, after all, can't contain the fire. The Weaver Girl privately went down to marry the Cowherd and had children, but the high Queen Mother knew about it. This is not tolerated by the rules of heaven, and the queen mother is so angry!"

The story of "......" is told in a subdued tone among the storytellers, and the details of the hunt for the Weaver Girl are omitted here.

The storyteller took a sip of water and continued: "In the end, the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals still captured the Weaver Girl and brought it back to the Heavenly Court, and the Cowherd led the cow behind him, carrying a flat burden on his shoulders, and in the baskets at both ends, there were the two children of him and the Weaver Girl. “

"The cowherd chases, chases, chases. Suddenly, there was a sudden strong wind, and the cow actually flew up, and the cowherd hurriedly set up the flat shoulder, rode up, and chased the weaver girls all the way. “

The "pop" startled the hall again, which well mobilized the atmosphere of the audience, and the applause was thunderous. “......“

"When the Queen Mother saw this, she thought to herself that she had gone to heaven, and this is still worth it!" the storyteller closed the fan in his hand and waved it downwards vigorously to continue, "So, the Queen Mother pulled out the silver hairpin on her head, and with a wave of her hand, a Milky Way was drawn in the sky, blocking the Cowherd behind. “

“...... , so, for thousands of years, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can only stay on both sides of the Milky Way, looking at each other from the other side. Over time, it turned into Morning Glory and Vega. It is rumored that because heaven and earth are grateful for the true love of the two, every year on the day of the Chinese Valentine's Day, all the magpies will fly up to the Milky Way to build a bridge over the river for them, and the two of them will walk up and meet on the bridge......" While speaking, the old woman on the stage looked at each other, and the old eyes of the two seemed to have autumn waves in each other, and the audience below seemed to be able to feel the deep love and honey of the two people who have been with each other for decades.

The story has been told, and the crowd below has gradually dispersed.

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are so pitiful, but they can see each other every year, which is not bad, but the rest of the time is waiting for the only night of the year, which is really touching. Geng Xuan came back to his senses from the story and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Let's go, Brother Lu, let's go over there and eat something!"

"Well, what do you want to eat?" the two of them walked over to the row of food stalls.

After eating, Geng Xuan looked back at the storytelling platform just now. "Hey, there's a lot of people around there, are you starting to tell stories again? Let's go over and have a look." After finishing speaking, he took the lead and ran out, stopped suddenly after a few steps, turned back to Lu Xinghe, who had already followed, and said, "No, why is everyone gathered around the stage, shouldn't they listen to the book in the audience? Let's hurry up and take a look. “

With doubts, the two quickened their pace and hurried to the stage.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Geng Xuan squeezed in again.

I saw the old storyteller lying on the ground pulling the trouser leg of a ruffian young man: "You can't go, return my old woman's order, go, let's go to see the official!"

"Old immortal, don't pull me, I don't want the money, can't I return it to you. You, your old woman, are old like that, and sooner or later you will die. The ruffian shook his leg vigorously, and when he saw that the other party was holding it tightly, he couldn't shake it off, so he had to continue, "Who knows her, she can't help but fall, so I will push it gently...... Who knows if you deliberately slandered me. Big deal, big deal, I'll give you some more money, you old bones can go and enjoy it for a few days. ”

"I don't want it, I don't want your money, I just want you to pay back my old woman's life!" the old storyteller struggled to his feet.

"Why are you pestering again, believe it or not, I killed you together?"

Lu Xinghe and Geng Xuan came to see this scene, and it happened that a passerby next to them was asking passer-by B again, and passer-by B explained the previous situation, and the two of them understood the ins and outs of the matter clearly.