Peach and plum bloss

After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,Yang Ge's eyes widened suddenly, and a large amount of mist rose in his eye sockets.,Sensing the old man's gaze, Yang Ge also turned his head to glance at the tattered fishing net beside him.。