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.,Yang Ge's eyes widened suddenly, and a large amount of mist rose in his eye sockets.,Eight months ago, the old man used this tattered fishing net to pull him out of the Bian River...twice!。