Twelve neatly arranged tables and chairs, each glistening with moisture...,Yang Ge took the handkerchief from the old man's hand, wiping his sweat while taking off the sack from the tricycle. He smiled relaxedly and said: "What are you saying I'm just one person, how much can I eat or wear",He was silent for a long time, then finally shook his head and croaked, "I don't want to die."。