Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge would go to the countryside every month, he was already used to it.,After a little while, the old man came out, standing in the doorway with one hand hidden behind his back and the other beckoning to him. His eyes darted nervously around the yard as if he were a thief caught red-handed.,Sensing the old man's gaze, Yang Ge also turned his head to glance at the tattered fishing net beside him.。