Before he even entered the room, he heard a commotion coming from the front hall. Curious, he took a step inside and saw a tall figure in the hall, wiping down the tables and chairs with a cloth.,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.,The old man sighed, one hand smoothing his back and the other supporting him as they sat down.。