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,Ning Ran pulled the good Sun back to her side, her eyes dimmed, with a deep longing: “Your grandmother is a strong person…”。