Yang Zimei found that the swing place did not look like the courtyard of the Zeng family's house, so he asked.
"This is a swing in the park. As for who took the photo, I don't know. Xiaohui looks gentle and cute, and many people like to take pictures of her."
As soon as Zeng Zhenlong talked about his daughter, his face showed unconcealable pride.
Yang Zimei turned the photo over and found a line of powerful and unrestrained words on it: The most gentle bow of the head.
"Who wrote this word?"
Yang Zimei asked doubtfully.
Zeng Zhenlong took it, looked at it, and shook his head.
He was just about to hand the photo back to Yang Zimei when something suddenly occurred to him. He picked up the photo and examined it carefully, frowning.
"Grandpa Zeng, have you thought of anything? Could this be written by grandma's lover?"
Yang Zimei is very eager to know who made her grandma pregnant.
Of course, she wants to know more about who is her biological grandfather.
She truly felt sorry for the current Grandpa Yang Bai.
Especially when she saw the harmony between Zeng Sihui and Zeng Tiancheng, the grandfather and grandson, she was filled with envy.
I really hope to have a loving grandpa!
Even if it is time to make up for her grandfather's love now, it is not too late.
"If I find out who this little brat is? I will break his legs!"
Zeng Zhenlong suddenly gritted his teeth and crumpled the photos in his hands into a ball.
Yang Zimei hurriedly snatched the photo away.
It would be a pity if such a good photo was torn up.
She ironed the photo and flattened it.
As the saying goes, words are like people.
It can be seen from this font that the owner who wrote this character must be the kind of person who is free and generous and has a mellow temperament.
How wonderful it would be if my biological grandfather were like this!
"Niuniu, give me the photo. I'm going to have the handwriting identified to see which bastard ruined my daughter's life!"
Zeng Zhenlong reached out and took the photo.
Yang Zimei has already engraved this handwriting in his heart.
She hoped that one day she could find this person herself.
"Niuniu, you should get familiar with it here first, and I'll go out and have the handwriting appraised."
He became furious when he thought that some bastard seduced his innocent daughter, causing her to become pregnant and become a big joke in the capital, and then disappeared for decades.
He's going to pull him out, skin him and remove his bones!
Seeing Grandpa Zeng holding the photo and leaving angrily, Yang Zimei felt sweaty.
She bent over and checked the drawer to see if she could still find any clues.
In the drawer, there are still bits and pieces of things such as the horn comb that grandma used to comb her hair, a powder puff box, a small mirror, etc. There is no diary.
She went to open the large sandalwood wardrobe again.
It seems that the wardrobe is often cleaned and organized, and the clothes are folded neatly. They are all clothes that grandma used to wear. They are all with an elegance theme and are made of expensive silk.
Thinking back to my grandma's life in the village, all she wore was low-quality coarse clothes. When she was poor, she even had a lot of patches. Until she came to the city and she was able to make money, she bought a lot of high-quality clothes for her.
I have never worn such low-quality clothes.
She touched the soft silk clothes and marveled.
How did a delicate young lady who originally wore silk and satin and ate delicacies transform into a poor peasant woman?