On May 4, far more people came to the farewell ceremony than Tang Mao Cai had imagined.
In Tang Mao Cai's eyes, his younger brother had never been particularly reliable. Even in the restaurant business, Tang Mao Cai believed things should be professionalized and made replicable.
Otherwise, how could you grow and succeed?
But Tang Mao De wouldn't listen. He said Tang Mao Cai's approach wouldn't work on the street.
So even as adults, the two brothers, whose personalities had differed since childhood, still didn't get along. They didn't see each other often, but neither would turn the other down when he needed help.
As the eldest brother, Tang Mao Cai had a duty and responsibility to receive the guests, so he stood outside with Wang Jun, greeting people and offering them cigarettes.
Fortunately, the funeral home was in a remote location and had a large parking lot. Otherwise, Tang Mao Cai would have had a headache figuring out where to put all the cars.
A black business van turned into the funeral home. A sign ahead pointed the way: "For Mr. Tang Mao De's memorial service, please turn left."
After turning left, the van came right upon Tang Mao Cai and Wang Jun.
The door opened, and a woman in a black business suit stepped out. She looked to be in her thirties. Her smooth hair was swept back and draped over her left shoulder, leaving her fair neck exposed from the right. She had a remarkable air about her and an elegant bearing.
Tang Mao Cai hurried forward to greet her, not daring to neglect her. My younger brother knows someone like this?
The woman walked straight toward Tang Mao Cai, a faint smile on her face that conveyed just the right amount of politeness.
"Hello, I'm Su