Peach and plum bloss

Gao's tall figure continued wiping the tables and chairs, smiling as he replied, "These days more people are coming into town, business is booming. Little Wang can't handle it all on his own...",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.,He was silent for a long time, then finally shook his head and croaked, "I don't want to die."。