Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 602

The old man paused, and the look on his face was even more lonely.

Lilly looked at the old man’s hand, only to see that his fingers were missing a section, and the fingertips were bald.

She still clenched tightly and led the old man away.

The old man let Lilly hold his hand, and when he regained consciousness, he was already sitting on the bench by the Bondee Beach.

“Grandpa, what’s the matter?” Lilly asked.

The old man’s cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of wet mist, “I can’t hold it anymore.”

“I miss my wife very much. It’s meaningless to live alone every day.”

Lilly comforted, “However, if grandma is still here, she definitely doesn’t want to see you like this.”

The old man sighed sadly, “Yes, but what does it matter, she must have waited too long, I don’t want her to wait too long.”

Old Mrs. Crawford and old Mr. Crawford sat on the side, while Blake leaned on the fence by the sea, turned his head and looked into the distance, enjoying the sea breeze.

Lilly saw that his eyes no longer had the desire to live, he was really lifeless, with no vitality at all.

She thought for a while and said, “Grandpa, I can help you and let you see grandma.”

“However, you have to tell me what my grandma’s name is and where she is from…”

The old man glanced at her, suddenly smiled.

“Are you here to listen to the story too?”

puzzled, here to listen to the

“In the past two years, there have

I

time, there would be

to recall his memories every time, but

it was more painful for

is Nancy… Nancy Howard,” The old man said quietly, “We are from

were young, and we often met

most beautiful and largest lake to row a

our hometown is built, we would go back… To live with our parents… To do

saved money, and imagined the life after marriage in the future. Although it

a sudden earthquake destroyed the

“Nancy was buried below…”

digging desperately into the ruins, his ten fingers were bald and dripping with blood,

subconsciously looked at

of his

we found her again, she was pressed under the reinforced concrete and had been dead for a long

supporting both parents

children. He lived alone, and the older he got,

about my story and came to me and asked if I could make this story into a

he hoped that she would always live in

away in such an unknown way,

he died of old age, no one

short story was filmed on the Internet, it unexpectedly became

to interview him, asking him to tell the same story over and over again, and finally left with a sigh, or wiped a few tears during filming, and started

could not help but tightened his hands, and said softly, “Grandpa, you can

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