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 story

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

hear it, I can

the last time, and after this time, there would be no

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

missed her, and it was more painful for him not to let

The old man said quietly,

and we often met to

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

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

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

one expected that a

“Nancy was buried below…”

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

looked at the old man’s

ten of his fingers were

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

then, he had been alone, supporting both parents until the end

children. He lived alone, and the older he got,

by heard about my story and came to me and asked if I could make this story into a short story and post it online, and

died, he hoped that she would always live in the

away in such

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

short story was filmed on the Internet,

many people from all over the country came to interview him, asking him to tell the same story over and over again, and

help but tightened his hands,

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