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.,The old man heard Yang Ge's words, his action of drawing water stopped for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh again.,Yang Ge was confused and patted his hands as he walked over.。