It was a beautiful day.

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?"

Ning Ran slowly opened her eyes, instinctively hugging her grandson and looking at the couple who had just walked in.

"How did you come back?"

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 Yu helplessly said, “Mom, today is your birthday.”

"My husband, Hu Wenyuan, also chimed in, "Mom, where do you want to go for your birthday this year? There are many fun places in the Imperial City. Or, is there anything you wish for?"

Ning Ran, holding her grandson, really thought about it seriously.

"I want my mom to come back to life."

"Pfft." Hu Wenyuan nearly choked on his tea when he heard this.

Didn't his mother-in-law tease him? This wish is a bit big.

Ning Yu: "..."

Ning Ran gently patted her grandson's little belly, stroking the wisteria on his head. Her eyes were filled with sadness as she reminisced: "My mother was also around this age when my father pushed her to the ground, breaking her lumbar vertebrae. She couldn't get out of bed and eventually died there."

Gritting his teeth, he finished the last few words, and his face darkened.

Hu Wenyuan, flustered, tried to smooth things over under his wife's furious stare: "Mom…"

Ning Ran sighed: "I'll go in and lie down with my grandson for a while."

Rising majestically, he took his grandson into the inner room.

"Grandma, happy birthday."

"Lying on the bed, Husisisi mumbled, then continued, "Grandma, tell me about my great-grandmother this time."

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

She whispered softly about her longing for her mother.

As I get older, I often think that it would be wonderful if I could give my mother a chance to make different choices.

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.

Thinking this way, I slowly closed my eyes and gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

"You lazy good-for-nothing, why aren't you awake yet? If the people we're meeting see you like this, they might just turn around and leave!"

A gruff voice came from beside her, and Ning Ran frowned in displeasure.

Jake was shoved a few times and impatiently raised his hand to his eyes.

When Ning Ran saw the person in front of her, she was stunned and widened her eyes in disbelief. She pinched herself hard.

The person standing before her was actually her grandmother—Ren Huiqing!

Her mind was muddled, unable to sort through her thoughts. Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in the person before her. When she confirmed that this person looked exactly like her deceased grandmother in her memory, she gasped in surprise, her mouth slightly agape.

What's up?

"Ning Qing, can you hear me when your mother is speaking to you?"

Ning Ran's ears once again heard a roar of anger, and she subconsciously nodded.

"Outside...what are you doing in my dream right now?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the pain in his arm made him gasp.

Ren Huiqing patted her waist and glared coldly at Gui, who was dumbfounded: "Awake? You're pretending to be crazy and stupid. Get up! People will be here soon to look at us. If they see you like this, your reputation will be ruined."

Ning Ran was thoroughly awakened by the pinch. She glanced at the surroundings, which were different from her own.

Could this be a dream?

"Am I Ning Qing?"

Ning Qing is her mother's full name. After her mother's death, to keep a memory of her, she decided to change her surname to Ning.

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