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?”

puzzled, here to listen to the

said to himself, “In the past

want to hear it, I can also

time, there would be no need to

old man looked at the sea, and it was like this every time. It was painful to recall his memories every time, but after being asked about it, he could not help

it was more painful for him not

Nancy Howard,” The old man said quietly,

often met to go boating by the

largest lake to row a boat, play in the water

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

marriage in the future. Although it was very hard, thinking

no one expected that a sudden

“Nancy was buried below…”

ruins, his ten fingers

looked at the old man’s

ten of his

pressed under the reinforced concrete and had

had been alone, supporting both

never married again, and had no children. He lived alone, and the older he

my story and came to me and asked if I could make this story

he hoped that she would

least not to go away in such an unknown way,

old age, no one would know that she had ever

filmed on the Internet, it unexpectedly became

same story over and over again, and finally left with a sigh,

his hands,

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