Peach and plum bloss

still honest and reliable, without a trace of the recklessness and restlessness of youth!,He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,Yang Ge was confused, but he still waited where he was told.。