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

“In the past two years, there have been

you want to hear it, I can

time, and after this time, there would be

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

he missed her, and it was more

Nancy… Nancy Howard,” The old man

we often met to go boating by

largest lake to row a

another year, when the new house in our hometown is built, we would go back…

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

one expected that a sudden earthquake

“Nancy was buried below…”

into the ruins, his ten fingers were bald and dripping with blood, but he still could not dig

subconsciously looked

ten of his fingers

again, she was pressed under the reinforced concrete

had been alone, supporting both parents until the end of his

alone, and the older he got,

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

she died, he hoped that she would always live in the

away in such an

away, and after he died of old age,

after the short story was filmed on

a while, many people 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

hands, and

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