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.,Ning Ran sighed: "I'll go in and lie down with my grandson for a while.","Lying on the bed, Husisisi mumbled, then continued, "Grandma, tell me about my great-grandmother this time."。