In a place where reaching seventy truly counts as a long life, it's considered a joyful funeral.
Thinking of the old man who smiled at everyone and was always kind-hearted, Hua Jin felt rather uncomfortable, quickly washed up, had a little something to eat, and then rushed to Hua Bei's grandfather's home.
Though she, a young girl, couldn't be of much help, she thought she might at least offer a bit of her effort.
She was busy until evening, and only then did Hua Jin return with her grandparents, mother, two sisters-in-law, and Xiaosi.
Father and the two brothers stayed behind to help, likely not returning at night since they were to keep vigil.
Hua Laohan felt somewhat downcast, sitting at home smoking a pipe that he hadn't used in a long time, sighing occasionally, which made Hua Jin feel equally downhearted.
"Grandpa, it's a joyful funeral for Great-Grandpa Hua, he passed away peacefully in his sleep without any suffering, so we shouldn't be sad!" Hua Jin gently advised.
