My Dreamy Old Husband novel 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 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.

Jackson sighed. “Hope’s mother had brought him to me. When I first saw the child, I knew that he was destined for great things; he was smart, understanding and kind.”

Even though his son had passed many years ago, Jackson’s eyes filled with pride when he spoke about him.

“Hope was only 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, but unfortunately…”

Jackson let out a deep sigh and kept quiet.

Meanwhile, the young man said nothing. He merely listened to Jackson as he talked about his son with sadness in his eyes.

The young man eventually left, and Jackson stared at his back dazedly.

He had never met this young man before, but why did Jackson feel like they had crossed paths somewhere…

On the other hand, the young man had not left the cemetery as he walked over to the Fletcher Family’s ancestral grave site; many chrysanthemums were placed on each tombstone.

The young man came to a mausoleum, and the photo on the tombstone was also of a young man who looked unusually heroic and handsome.

It was Theo’s tombstone, and had been dead for more than 30 years.

As the young man stood 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 front of it.