At this moment, several cargo ships are sailing upstream on the Bian River. The shouts of the boatmen pulling the boats along the riverbanks are loud and magnificent, attracting many passersby to stop and watch.,Yang Ge also slowed his pace, gazing fixedly at the sparkling river on that side. After a long while, he retracted his gaze and continued pushing his tricycle along.,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!"。