A day later, it was Grandfather's funeral.
The funeral home was heavy and oppressive, with many people coming to mourn.
Nan Xi knelt in front of the spirit hall, quietly staring at Grandfather's photograph.
Grandfather had said he didn't want her to cry.
And she had always obediently listened, she really didn't cry.
On the day of the burial, there was a heavy rain in the sky.
The downpour poured relentlessly.
Dressed in black, with a white flower pinned to her chest, Nan Xi held a black umbrella, standing amongst the crowd.
Through the massive curtain of rain, she seemed to see Grandfather smiling at her.
He said, "Xixi, don't cry, Grandfather loves to see you smile, our Xixi's smile is the most beautiful."
So Nan Xi kept holding on.
Not until all the guests had left did she throw down her umbrella and staggered to run to the old man's tombstone, falling to her knees with a thump.
"Grandfather, I've been good, I listened to you, I haven't cried."