Peach and plum bloss

Liu, the innkeeper of Yuelai Inn in Lutong County, sleepily yawned and slowly walked from the backyard to the front hall.,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.,Sensing the old man's gaze, Yang Ge also turned his head to glance at the tattered fishing net beside him.。