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?”

to listen to the

to himself, “In the past two years,

to hear it, I can also tell you one

time,

it was like this every time. It was painful to recall his

he missed her, and it was more painful for

The old man said quietly, “We

we often met to go boating by the lake. She likes the lake very

before that I would definitely take her to the most beautiful and largest lake to row a boat, play in the water together,

built, we

worked hard, saved money, and imagined the life after marriage in the future. Although it was very hard, thinking about it this way

that a sudden earthquake destroyed the entire

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

subconsciously looked at the

his fingers were

this. When we found her again, she was pressed under the reinforced concrete and had been dead for

then, he had been alone, supporting both

again, and had no children. He lived alone, and the older he

day, a young man passing by heard about my story and came to me and asked if I could make this story into a short story and post it online,

hoped that she would always live

away in such an unknown way, no one knew

old age, no one would know that

short story was filmed on the

from all over the country came to interview him, asking him to tell the same story over and over again, and finally

help but tightened his hands, and said softly, “Grandpa, you

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