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

the past two years, there have been countless

hear it, I can also tell

this time, there

like this every time. It was painful to recall his memories every time, but

it was more painful for him

old man said quietly, “We

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

the most beautiful and largest lake to row a boat, play in the water together, and watch

when the new house in our hometown is built, we would go back…

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

that a sudden earthquake destroyed the

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

looked at the old man’s

ten of his fingers

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

had been alone, supporting both parents until the end

no children. He lived alone, and the older he got, the harder it was to

man passing by heard about my story and came to me and asked if

she would always live in the

not to go away in such an unknown way, no

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

story was filmed

asking him to tell the same story over and over again, and finally left with a sigh, or wiped a few

help but tightened his hands, and said softly, “Grandpa,

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