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.,Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came up, and the grandson ran over, kneeling on the floor and asking, "Grandma, I'm back. Can you tell me a story",Hu Wenyuan, flustered, tried to smooth things over under his wife's furious stare: "Mom…"。