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

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

if you want to hear it, I can also

after this time, there would be

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

more painful for

The old man said

young, and we often met to go boating by the

before that I would definitely take her to the most beautiful and largest lake to row

we got engaged. In another year, when the new house in our hometown is built, we would

imagined the life after marriage in the future. Although it was

no one expected that a sudden earthquake destroyed the

“Nancy was buried below…”

crazy, calling her name, digging desperately into the ruins, his ten fingers

looked

his fingers

like this. When we found her again, she was pressed under the

both

children. He lived alone, and the older

me and asked if I

died, he hoped that she

away in such an unknown way, no one

parents had passed away, and after he died of old age, no one would know that she had ever been in this

the short story was filmed on

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

not help but tightened his hands, and

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