Chapter 9: Thank You For Everything, Lao Chen
Zhao Yiming didn't see any family members, but that was alright.
At least the funeral was decent—flowers arranged neatly behind his smiling photo, incense burning slowly beside it.
A long silk banner with the words "In Deep Mourning for Lao Chen" hung above the altar.
A spirit tablet rested beside the framed photo, surrounded by fruit offerings and folded joss paper arranged neatly on a tray.
Not much, but enough. Honestly, he never thought anyone would even bring flowers to his funeral.
His gaze wandered around the room... and then landed on a little girl crying softly in her mother's arms.
'Ah... I remember that child. Li Xiao...' he smiled bitterly.
She was just a kid, maybe ten or eleven back then. One summer, during a heatwave, she'd given him a small electric fan as a gift.
He'd received it with a wide grin and said:
"Li Xiao, you didn't have to do this! But thank you so much."
"Don't worry, Uncle Lao. It's not just from me—my friends and I chipped in," she'd beamed.