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.

me. When I first saw the child,

his son had passed many years ago, Jackson’s eyes

fourteen when he came to my house with his mother, but he had already finished all his high school courses. He was accepted into Bayside University the following year, and he became the youngest student in their class. He was such a kind-hearted child; he would volunteer at the orphanage every month and was such a good boy,

a deep sigh and

man said nothing. He merely listened to Jackson

and Jackson stared at his

before, but why did Jackson feel like

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

the photo on the tombstone was also of a

been dead

in front of the tombstone, he stared at the photo that resembled himself in a daze. After a while, he bent down and placed a bouquet of chrysanthemums in

grave when they were dead. After watching Theo being buried into the ground, Elizabeth

to registering their marriage certificates and moved Elizabeth’s grave from the opposite

grave as he took out a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured two glasses of wine, putting one glass

drank one glass after another while sitting quietly

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

assassin, he had a strong

standing while the other one was sitting; the two of them had faces with the same temperament, and there were some similarities in terms of their

had the same father, but each possessed a

Michael was

knew that you’d be here—you

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