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?”

here to listen to the

man said to himself, “In the past two years, there have

if you want to hear it, I can

time, and after this time, there would be

was like this every time. It was painful to recall his memories every time, but

more painful for

is Nancy… Nancy Howard,” The old

were young, and we often met to go boating

definitely take her to the most beautiful and largest lake to row a boat, play in the water together, and watch

when the new house in our hometown is built, we

marriage in the future. Although it was very hard, thinking about it

one expected that a sudden earthquake

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

subconsciously looked at the old man’s

his

again, she was pressed under the reinforced concrete and had

supporting both parents

and the older he

story and came to me and asked if I could make this story into a short story and post it online,

she died, he hoped that she would always live in

in such an unknown way, no

age, no one would know

the short story was filmed on the Internet, it unexpectedly

from all over the country came 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 again when they found that

his hands, and said softly, “Grandpa,

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