Memorial Hall.
The funeral wake began.
It was filled with repression and crying, especially from the children. The crying never stopped. It even made Xiao Lu and many other female comrades tear up again.
"Father Wei!"
"Why did you leave!?"
"Father Wei, please come back!"
"I said that I would repay you when I grew up! Why!? Sob, sob, sob! Why did you not give me a chance to repay you!?"
"Father Wei!"
"Don't go!"
The scene was a mess.
Some gave flowers, some queued up to pay their respects, and some even cried out loud beside Editor Wei's body and refused to leave.
Seeing Editor Wei peacefully lying there, Zhang Ye also felt some blame lay with him. If he had helped Editor Wei with his tasks that night, if he had not gone home, maybe when Editor Wei suffered from his heart attack, he could have done something for him. He could have been saved, but…
"The live broadcast is starting!"
"Cameras! Find me an angle!"
