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.,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.,Looking at the two objects, Yang Ge was stunned for a second. He came to his senses and hurriedly took the cloth bag, pressing it tightly against his chest, tears welling up in his eyes.。