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.,That stretch of water he went back many times, but never found those two things.,Eight months ago, the old man used this tattered fishing net to pull him out of the Bian River...twice!。