Chapter 1605: Funeral
Zhang Wei's funeral was held on the third day.
Many people came to the funeral, but most of them were elderly. Yang Jian stood out sharply among the crowd.
Zhang Wei's son, Zhang Wenwen, cried bitterly. Quite a few people went over to comfort her, though most of them were young.
"I never thought Awei would be gone too. He'd always been in good health. I thought he'd live for a long time yet. I even saw him walking all around the residential area with a cane not long ago."
"Sigh, Guangjiang Residential Area won't be lively anymore without Awei."
"The residential area is going to be demolished too. Who knows whether us old folks will ever see each other again."
The old people gathered together and chatted, each voicing their own feelings.
At Zhang Wei's funeral, Yang Jian saw someone he knew.
She was also an old woman, around eighty years old. She had a gentle temperament, but she did not look well and seemed rather frail.
The old woman seemed to have seen Yang Jian as well. She was initially startled, as if she suspected she had seen wrong. Then, supported by a young man, she hurried anxiously toward him.
"Y-you are... Yang Jian?"
The old woman looked nervous as she cautiously asked.
"It's me, Miao Xiaoshan. I never expected to see you again at Zhang Wei's funeral." Yang Jian nodded calmly.
The moment the old woman heard that familiar voice, tears began streaming down her face. She grabbed Yang Jian's arm. "Why did you only come back now? Why did you only come back now?"
She repeated those words over and over, her heart filled with conflicting emotions.
"In that cruel era, there were many things we had no choice over, weren't there?" Yang