Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge pushed his tricycle, following the flow of people out of the county.,When the pedestrians on the road became sparse, he pushed his tricycle and started to run wildly, grinding the cast iron parts connecting the wheel and axle so fiercely that sparks flew!,Yang Ge choked back tears, reaching out with one hand to tightly grasp the old man's rough, thin hand, and said hoarsely: "You... You don't have to die!"。