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

“In the past two years, there

it, I can

time, there would be no need to say it

painful to recall his memories every time, but

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

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

often met to go boating by

largest lake to row a boat, play in

in our hometown is built,

hard, saved money, and imagined the life after marriage in the future. Although it was very hard, thinking

no one expected that a

“Nancy was buried below…”

the ruins, his ten fingers

this, Lilly subconsciously looked at the

of his fingers

found her again, she was pressed

been alone, supporting both parents until the end of

again, and had no children. He lived alone, and

day, a young man passing by heard about my story and came to me and asked if I could make this story

she died, he hoped that she would always live in

go away in such an

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

after the short story was filmed

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

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

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