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 story

to himself, “In the past two years, there have been countless

if you want to hear it, I can also tell you

time, and after this time, there would be no

this every time. It was painful to recall his memories every time, but after being asked about it, he could not help but

and it was more painful for

old man said quietly,

we were young, and we often met to go

take her to the most beautiful and largest lake to row

in our hometown is built,

after marriage in the future.

no one expected that a sudden

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

looked at the

ten of his fingers

was pressed under the reinforced concrete

supporting both parents

no children. He lived alone, and the older he got, the harder it

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

that she would always live in the

in such an unknown way, no one

old age, no one would know

was filmed on

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 the

help but tightened his hands,

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