Yang Ge also slowed his pace, gazing fixedly at the sparkling river on that side. After a long while, he retracted his gaze and continued pushing his tricycle along.,When Yang Ge saw the old man, a sincere smile gradually spread across his face.,After securing the food, he went into the kitchen as if he knew it by heart and pulled out an old, rusty hand sickle. Ignoring the old man's repeated pleas of "Don't worry about it" and "Take a break first," he left in strides, pushing his tricycle.。