The Xie family was a large one, and many relatives came to see Xie Guangming off.
We needed a reason to stay here.
So we offered three contributions of condolence money, which Wang Jun paid for.
Wang Jun wept rivers of tears and snot at the funeral, crying more sincerely than even Xie Guangming's immediate family. In the end, even his immediate family came over to comfort him.
"Oh, Uncle, how could you leave us so suddenly!"
"Even though I was only your adopted nephew, I still can't accept this!"
"Uncle, my dear uncle, sob..."
Song Xiaotian and I watched, dumbfounded.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Wang Jun's own father had died.
When he finished crying and came over, Song Xiaotian couldn't help asking, "Bro, did you graduate from the same acting school as Du Yunting?"
Wang Jun wiped his tears as he said, "I'm only doing this to get my boss back sooner. Do you think a job that pays this well is easy to find? These days, making money is as hard as eating shit. It's not like you don't know that."
Still, his crying gave us a perfectly legitimate reason to stay.
An adopted nephew Xie Guangming had taken on outside the family-with the man dead now, who could say whether Wang Jun really was his adopted nephew? Even his own son hadn't cried as sincerely as Wang Jun.
After that, we mingled with the crowd, piecing together Xie Guangming's life from what his friends and relatives said.
Xie Guangming had been in his sixties. He and his wife had a disabled son, who had been born with polio.
When Xie Guangming was young, he had been so poor that his family couldn't even afford food. Then, in his early thirties, he had suddenly