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.,Hu Wenyuan, flustered, tried to smooth things over under his wife's furious stare: "Mom…",As soon as the words left his mouth, the pain in his arm made him gasp.。