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 the story

man said to himself, “In the past two

if you want to hear it, I can also tell

the last time, and after this time, there would be no need to say it

like this every time. It was painful to recall his memories every time, but after being asked about it, he could

was more painful for him not to let

name is Nancy… Nancy Howard,” The old man said quietly,

love when we were young, and we often met to go boating by the lake. She likes

and largest lake to row a boat, play in

got engaged. In another year, when the new house in our hometown is built, we would go back… To live with our

marriage in the future.

one expected that a

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

this, Lilly subconsciously looked at

his fingers

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

supporting both parents until the

never married again, and had no children. He lived alone, and the older he got, the harder it was to bear missing

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

he hoped that she would always live in

not to go away in such an unknown way, no one knew

parents had passed away, and after he died of old age,

short story was filmed on the

again, and finally

his hands, and said softly, “Grandpa,

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