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.,"Pfft." Hu Wenyuan nearly choked on his tea when he heard this.,In that case, the mother wouldn't have died tragically in bed, and her son wouldn't have had a violent father... Perhaps he could even have a good year and a happy family.。