Not to mention, if it weren't for Liu Zhuangui who took him in at Yuelai Inn, he would have starved or frozen to death on the streets.,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.,Seeing the broken fishing net, the old man thought of something and softly asked Yang Ge on his back, "Boy, do you still want to die now"。