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,As soon as the words left his mouth, the pain in his arm made him gasp.。