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.,"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!","Ning Qing, can you hear me when your mother is speaking to you"。