Chapter 959: Takako

Ling Sheng really felt that when a person is old, he is an old child. The jealous look is really interesting: "Nonsense, Grandpa, you are the most handsome, and my dad is not worth mentioning in front of you."
Huo Xiao was happy: "What about Junsan?"
Ling Sheng did not hesitate: "He is even worse, he is not as good as my dad!"
Huo Xiao was in a good mood when he heard his good-grandson praise him so much, and he took her to pick a photo: "Help Grandpa choose together and see which one is the most handsome."
Ling Sheng looked at the photos spread all over the floor, and his mouth was sweetly smeared with honey: "Grandpa's photos are all beautiful. Just pick one and put it on the Internet, and you can hit those stars in the entertainment industry, OK!"
Huo Xiao was just disgusted by his wife, still a little unsure: "Really?"
"Really! I swear!" Ling Sheng just picked two photos in front of his grandfather, and posted her on Weibo with her trumpet, making people comment on whether they look handsome or not.
Her trumpet, Jun Sheng, is also a big fan of her own, active like a fake account, and often puts a message on her, puts her own beautiful photos, draws lucky draws, draws her own autographed photos, posters, and cosmetics. Also smoke often.
Coupled with the blessing of the local tyrant and big fan of King's Landing, the two often interact and are regarded as a pair, and there are many fans of the two of them with small CP.
As a result, it naturally became famous in the fan circle, and unknowingly there were more than half a million fans.
Jun Sheng endless V: The beauty of the flourishing age without filters, I made up a nine-square grid and loved it!
After the photos were sent, they were shocked, and comments came up in minutes.
[Ahhhhh, so handsome, tell me who this is, I'm going to his house! 】
[This is too good, I lie flat, you are free. 】
[Really. Prosperous beauty, is there any clarity? I want a screensaver, I want to lick the screen! 】
[Have you noticed that this beautiful man looks a bit like King Huo Da!
The one upstairs, I found out, is really similar, especially the facial features.
Reconsideration, it looks like the truth]
[Everyone, I have a bold idea, this is the actor's father, right? I beg the blogger to answer questions]
Huo Xiao wore reading glasses and read comments. His happy mouth couldn't close. He really believed it. My dear grandson didn't lie to him, so he said he was handsome!
"Come on, Sheng Sheng, let's pick the photos!" Huo Xiao put down the phone and pulled Ling Sheng to squat on the ground and began to pick the photos.
Ling Sheng thought they were all pretty good, but: "Grandpa, what do we choose photos for?"
Huo Xiao: "Show it to your grandma."
Ling Sheng looked at his grandpa's arrogant and awkward look, secretly pursing his lips, holding his lips, and saw a wedding photo of his grandparents.
The grandma is also beautiful now, with an elegant temperament. I didn't expect that the young grandma would not be gentle and elegant now, but has a kind of aggressive beauty.
Grandpa is also a beautiful man. His wedding photos are in suits and shoes, and he is handsome and handsome. A man in his thirties is when he is mature and attractive.
She took the photo and looked at it with emotion. When she accidentally turned it over, the expression in her eyes suddenly condensed, her hand holding the photo couldn't help tightening, and she looked at Huo Xiao: "Grandpa, do you know who wrote the message behind this? "
Huo Xiao took a look at it, frowned, and couldn't remember: "How come there are words on this? Who wrote it on this?"
Ling Sheng couldn't help but breathe a little bit faster, staring at the words above: I wish you a good son early.
There are only these five characters, not even a signature, but she is very familiar with the handwriting, it is the handwriting of San Ye.
"Who is that, I must have secretly written it up while I didn't see it." Huo Xiao frowned, but the words are not bad, so why is this sentence?
Anyone close to him knows that when he and Yin'er first got married, Yin'er didn't plan to have a child. He changed his mind later and asked for Ci'er.
Ling Sheng also found it strange. Does the words left by San Ye mean that San Ye had been here long, long ago?
Is the word he left for her to see? What do you want to convey?
If someone blesses, why should he write a happy wedding, tie a tie, a hundred years of marriage, and so on, why did he write a sentence of having a child born early and he hasn't signed it yet?
Huo Xiao mumbled and wanted to put the photo away.
Ling Sheng: "Grandpa, can this photo be given to me? I want to cherish it."
Huo Xiao said in his heart that it is not a good thing. There are many photos: "Grandpa still has it, and there is a word at the end. I will let Lao Liu go back and get you a good photo later."
Ling Sheng smiled and took the photo, like a baby: "Grandpa, it's okay, I just like this one, give it to me!"
Huo Xiao picked up the photos and asked Ling Sheng to accompany him. With more than 20 photos, he found a photography center near his home, enlarged the photos, and framed them with photo frames.
The photos were all in black and white. Ling Sheng also found a photographer he knew, a big man in the P picture session, and turned the photos into color for P. After the restoration, they looked like the photos just taken.
Then the mystical grandparents and grandchildren took advantage of Su Xiyin's visit to the kindergarten to pick up Xiaoqi, and hung up their photos all over the house.
As soon as Huo Ci got out of the elevator, he was taken aback by a huge picture on the wall. He took a closer look and said, damn, it's his dad, who is crazy, what kind of picture should I hang?
The key is that this photo is still in color. Most of his father's photos when he was young were black and white. Where did he make it like this?
It’s okay if you don’t look at it, this good guy, when he enters the door, he sees that there are also photos in the living room, and they are all enlarged versions. The stinky girl at home is still hanging photos on a stool and humming. "Smelly girl, why are you crazy! What are you hanging on!"
Ling Sheng heard her father yell, almost fell off the stool, turned his head and smiled: "Dad, we..."
Huo Xiao hung up the photo from the kitchen, raised his crutches and drew it on him: "Who are you shouting? Is your throat big, right? I let it hang, do you have an opinion?"
Huo Ci didn't realize that his dad came out of the kitchen, he was drawn to him before he could hide, and he became irritable: "Dad, you hang up the photos in the old house, I don't care how many you hang."
"What's wrong with Lao Tzu's hanging up a photo? You filial thing, do you want to take care of Lao Tzu's hanging up a photo?" Huo Xiao's eyes widened, and the crutch in his hand rose again.
Huo Ci dodges and avoids. Seeing that the old man is getting angry, he quickly admits and smiles: "Hang up, how many hangers do you want to hang up, where you want to hang up, and where else? I'll hang up!"
Ling Sheng looked at her dad's counseling, and then suffocated a smile. Only in front of her grandfather, her father's status was so low.