Zhang Wei's funeral took place on the third day.
Many people attended the funeral, but most of them were elderly, making Yang Jian stand out among the crowd.
Zhang Wei's son, Zhang Wenwen, cried sorrowfully, and many came to console him, though most were young people.
"I never expected Ah Wei to be gone too. He was always in good health, I thought he would live a long time. Just recently, I saw him wandering around the complex with a cane."
"Sigh, without Ah Wei, the complex will no longer be lively."
"We'll have to move soon. We old folks don't know if we'll see each other again."
The elderly gathered together, chatting and sharing their sentiments.
At Zhang Wei's funeral, Yang Jian saw a familiar face.
It was also an elderly person, appearing around eighty, with a gentle demeanor. However, she didn't seem well, looking a bit frail.
