To tell whether a young man was filial, you had to see whether he shed tears when a close family member passed away.
Not crying did not necessarily mean he was unfilial, but if he cried, he was definitely filial.
Because young men did not know how to put on an act.
Shen Simian's eyes were already red before he even reached the mourning hall.
After arriving, he was already sobbing too hard to speak. He stood beside the coffin, looking at his deceased grandfather without a word, silently shedding tears. Besides sorrow, there was heartache in his eyes.
Zhang Rong and I could both tell that he might truly be the only filial person in this family.
Shen Lao Wu and his wife hurried over to comfort Shen Simian, then tried to talk him around.
That took more than half an hour. After all, a student who had received higher education could not readily accept talk of a corpse coming back to life.
But Shen Simian accepted it in the end. He did not care whether it was true; he only knew that his grandfather had not departed in peace.
Now that everyone was here, it was time to get down to business.
Before we began, Zhang Rong had already had the Shen Family put up a canopy outside the mourning hall and enclose it on all sides, so nearby residents would not see what happened and get frightened.
We could have simply lowered the mourning hall's roller shutter, but what we were about to do carried a certain amount of risk, and space inside was limited. If the old man suddenly lashed out, there would be casualties tonight.
"I've already made everything you need to know and every precaution clear to you."
Zhang Rong warned everyone again, "Whatever