Back to the 1970s: F

Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,There are some doubts. It's not the weekend, nor a holiday. Both my son-in-law and son are very busy people. How could they have time to bring their grandson back to visit,A gruff voice came from beside her, and Ning Ran frowned in displeasure.。