Back to the 1970s: F

Hu Wenyuan, flustered, tried to smooth things over under his wife's furious stare: "Mom…",She whispered softly about her longing for her mother.,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.。