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?”

was puzzled, here to listen to

to himself, “In the past two years, there

you want to hear it, I can

after this time, there would be no need to say

was painful to recall his memories every time, but after being asked

it was more painful for him not to let it

old man

we were young, and we often met to go boating

and largest lake to

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

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

expected that a sudden earthquake destroyed

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

looked

ten of his fingers were

When we found her again, she was pressed under

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

lived alone, and the older he got, the harder it was to bear

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

he hoped that she would always live in

away in such an unknown way,

passed away, and after he died of old age, no one

story was filmed

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 the filming

tightened his hands,

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