Peach and plum bloss

He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,The old man heard Yang Ge's words, his action of drawing water stopped for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh again.,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!"。