A crowd stood outside watching, as someone from a prominent family had died, and they wanted to see the grandeur of it all.
But after watching for a long time, it felt cold and quiet, leaving them quite disappointed.
Where was the promised spectacle? At least there should be dozens playing the suona, or maybe dozens of professional mourners wailing. That would be impressive.
But none of that was there, leaving them very disappointed.
Crack!
Fang Yi lit a cigarette and stood aside, watching.
Song Wuliang and Qian'er crouched next to the charcoal brazier, occasionally throwing paper money into it.
Originally, Fang Yi had asked Song Wuliang to shed some tears, but Song Wuliang stubbornly refused, saying it would be too embarrassing.
Moreover, just burning paper money here was already lighting a fire on the tiger's head. If he started wailing, the Lin Family might come out with knives to chop him up.
So Fatty Song resolutely refused.
