Mrs. Harris saw her coming, overjoyed, inspected her for a while, then said tenderly, "You've lost weight again."
Viola Harris playfully retorted, "No, I've gained weight. The photographer who took my latest photos said my face has filled out, and it's not as photogenic anymore."
"Nonsense, you've become so thin."
The cries of Peking opera resonated in the ward. Viola Harris often accompanied the old lady to listen, recognizing it was "Mu Guiying Takes Command." She took out two newly bought records to divert the old lady's attention, "I just bought these, they have your favorites 'The Ode to Pear Blossom' and 'Seeking the Mother,' let me change it for you."
"Did you see Wilson during this trip abroad?"
Viola Harris paused for a moment before returning to normal, speaking with a hint of laughter, "Yes, I met him. I told him that my grandma has been waiting for so long and she's anxious. He promises to sincerely apologize to you in the future. He's just been too busy."