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

himself, “In the past two years,

if you want to hear it, I

time, there

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

and it was more painful for him not to let it

Howard,” The old man

we often met to go boating by the lake. She

the most beautiful and largest lake to row

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

this reason, we all worked hard, saved money, and imagined the life after marriage in the

a sudden earthquake

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

looked at

ten of his

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

had been alone, supporting both

He lived alone, and the older

asked if I could make this story into a short story and

she would always live in

in such an unknown way, no one knew

died of old age,

filmed on the Internet,

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 wiped a few tears during filming, and started again when

not help but tightened his hands, and said softly,

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