Chapter 1244: Grandma's Secret (1)

Yang Zimei opens a thick album.
The photos in the album were compiled according to the grandma's growing process, from infancy to adolescence.
The grandmothers in the photos are all smiling with joy.
Obviously, this is a carefree little princess who has been loved by thousands since childhood.
This makes it really difficult for her to overlap the bright girl in the photo with her long-time frowning grandma.
Time is really a pig killing knife.
She couldn't help sighing secretly, imagining that she would be one day older.
This is really a terrible thing!
However, she also knows that it is natural for people to be sick, die, and die.
"Xiao Hui used to be the cutest. Every time I go home, when I see her smile, all fatigue disappears."
Looking at her daughter's face on the album, Zeng Zhenlong was out of her voice, her eyes lingering with tenderness of nostalgia.
Yang Zimei looked up at him.
It seems that he really loves his daughter to the heart.
"I always say that my daughter was a father's lover in my last life. Since Xiaohui was born, I have fully felt this sentence. I always feel that it is not enough to give her as much as possible. Taking her out, I feel very proud. My daughter is the best ... "
Zeng Zhenlong's tone was full of emotion and sadness.
Yang Zimei listened sadly.
The father who loved his daughter so suddenly found that one day his daughter had an accident. How big was the shock!
The departure of his daughter is more painful to him than he is.
She thought of her father Yang Qing again.
His father was taciturn and would not show much emotion to her, because she was special and even kind to her.
However, she knew that he loved her too and wanted to care about her, but felt that she was not capable enough to start.
If something happened suddenly one day, my father would be heartbroken.
She suddenly felt that grandma was very ignorant.
Get pregnant irresponsibly, and then don't leave without missing. For decades, regardless of parents' concerns, I have never trusted my family.
Now, the gray-haired, old father who was close to the wind candle, was looking for the door in person regardless of the long journey, begging her to come back, and she could not return heartlessly.
I really don't understand what grandma thinks.
While thinking, Yang Zimei flipped through the photos to the last page.
A photo on the last page is a picture of grandma sitting on a swing, holding a rose in her hand, lowering her head and sniffing gently.
That look, taken extremely naturally, extremely beautiful, with the faint Huaichun mood of the young girl, people just look at the photos, there is a feeling of heartbeat.
This photo was obviously taken while she wasn't paying attention.
She touched the photo with her fingers, and found that there was something behind the photo, so she pulled out the photo, and actually a dried rose came out of it.
Yang Zimei picked up this dried rose, and sniffed it, even with a faint scent of roses.
She looked at the picture, and then looked at the dried rose in her hand.
If nothing else, this dried rose is the one in her hand.
Who sent the flower, which would make her hide in the album so precious?
"Grandpa Zeng, who took this picture? Where is this?"