Story ONE (Genesis)

"They can only see each other once a year," A said, while pedaling the boat on the lake in Xindian.
"You are telling me that the day they see each other every year is different? Then how do they know which day to meet?" asked D.
"Well if you look at the lunar calendar, they actually see each other on exactly the same day every year, the 7th day of the 7th month," A tried to take the steer, but D wouldn't let go of it.
"And the birds - I don't know how to call them in English - will gather and make a bridge for them to cross the Milky Way, since in Chinese we call that belt of shining stars the 'Silver River.' It's just like crossing a bridge on a river."

"Interesting story," D slowed down the pedaling speed, bringing the boat almost to a halt.
"So on that day people will decorate this suspension bridge with lights and everything, and lovers will cross the bridge to celebrate the day and show their love to each other."
"Really? That will be really beautiful. You Chinese people are romantic."

The boat was simply floating on water. Neither of them was pedaling. This December night was cold, unlike the hot summer day when the love bridge is built for lovers. The occupants of the boat were already imagining how beautiful the bridge would be on such day, and how romantic it would be to walk across the bridge together.

Slowly and subtly, the temperature was rising on the boat. The night was silent because no one was talking.