My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 1012

During the month of June, Bayside City was a field of greenery; even the cemetery outside the city was green and lively.

However, the greenery here was covered with a layer of sorrow and solemnity; buried deep under the greenery was once a vivid life.

There were black and white photos of old and young people attached to rows of tombstones. Each person had a simple epitaph summarizing their lifetime; some of them led ordinary lives, while others had magnificent ones.

A man with a head full of white hair arrived with a handful of chrysanthemums. Then, he placed the flowers in front of a tombstone that neither looked old or new.

The man in the photo looked very young; he had healthy black hair with fine features and a bright, happy smile. He probably didn’t know that this photo would appear on his tombstone one day.

The white-haired man placed the chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone as he squatted down. He placed a hand on the tombstone and stared at the picture of the young man dazedly.

The name ‘Quinton Clark’ was engraved on the tombstone; there was even the story about how he had sacrificed his life to save his students who had been kidnapped by some terrorists. He died a heroic death in his thirties.

The man had been squatting there for a while when he heard footsteps from behind him all of a sudden. As he stood up and turned around, he saw a young man walking toward him. The young man looked unfamiliar as he wore gold-rimmed glasses that made him look like an intellectual, and he was also holding a bouquet of bright chrysanthemums.

“You are…” asked the old man in confusion after he wiped away the tears from his face.

The young man held the flowers as he bent down and placed them in front of Quinton’s tombstone. After that, he glanced at the black and white photo that would remain on the tombstone forever and gave a small smile. “I was Quinton’s former colleague; my last name is Fletcher.”

 

The old man collected himself as he took a tissue from his assistant’s hand and wiped his face. He then replied, “Ah, you are Hope’s colleague. I’m his father.”

The young man named Fletcher nodded respectfully at Jackson. “Hello, uncle.”

 

The two of them stood in front of the tombstone and stared at the picture on it.

When I first saw the child, I knew that he was destined for great things; he was smart, understanding and

son had passed many years ago, Jackson’s eyes filled with

he had already finished all his high school courses. He was accepted into Bayside University the following year, and

deep sigh and

to Jackson as he talked about his son with sadness in his

left, and Jackson stared at

man before, but why did Jackson feel

other hand, the young man had not left the cemetery as he walked over to the Fletcher Family’s ancestral grave site; many chrysanthemums

the photo on the tombstone was also of a young man who looked

been dead for

at the photo that resembled himself in a daze. After a while, he bent

next to Theo’s tombstone. They couldn’t be together when they were alive, and they couldn’t be in the same grave when they were dead. After watching Theo being buried into the ground, Elizabeth bought a plot on the other side of the mountain and arranged her affairs in

finally got around to registering

wine and two glasses. He poured two glasses of wine, putting

he drank one glass after another while sitting

and broke into tears; as he cried, he continued to

was a well-trained assassin, he had a strong sense of awareness; he already knew that

other one was sitting; the two of them had faces with the same

same father, but each possessed a

the end, Michael was

you’d be here—you even visited the Clark

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