Peach and plum bloss

The young man, no more than twenty years old by the looks of him, looked up as he heard footsteps. He greeted Liu Zhangfu with a bright smile on his handsome face.,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.,When Yang Ge saw the old man, a sincere smile gradually spread across his face.。