Under the big locust tree at the village entrance, Xi Zi was vividly describing the childhood anecdotes of his little uncle and aunt. Of course, he also heard these rumors, but it didn't stop his younger brother, Xiao Wu, from enjoying them.
Xi Zi guessed that the words of those old ladies in the wheat field this morning piqued Ping'an's interest. Otherwise, he wouldn't have secretly tugged at him and asked him to take a stroll around Zhou Family Village.
"Every year during the Qixi Festival, there's a magpie bridge for the Cowherd and Weaver Girl to reunite, and this stone bridge was also where your parents often met between the two villages back then."
Thinking he wouldn't understand, Ping'an rolled his eyes at him.
Xi Zi teased, "Don't you believe it! Your dad used to pull your mom to the middle of that bridge quite often when he was five."
"You saw it?"
