Peach and plum bloss

He followed the riverbank, going downstream all the way to Bian River...,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.,Looking at the two objects, Yang Ge was stunned for a second. He came to his senses and hurriedly took the cloth bag, pressing it tightly against his chest, tears welling up in his eyes.。