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.,After making sure no one was around the yard, the old man mysteriously took out an object from behind... it was a fist-sized package wrapped in countless layers of cloth.,Seeing the broken fishing net, the old man thought of something and softly asked Yang Ge on his back, "Boy, do you still want to die now"。