Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge pushed his tricycle, following the flow of people out of the county.,He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,The golden Buddha necklace, unable to hold him back.。