In the familiar print shop, Xue Dili took out a black-and-white photo of Uncle Brave.
"Boss, can you laminate this and put it in a solid wood frame, like a photo frame?" Xue Dili said.
"Sure..." The boss took the black-and-white photo, glanced at Xue Dili sideways, and asked, "Is it for a funeral?"
"Yeah." Xue Dili watched as the boss took out a standard wooden frame and started smoothing the edges.
It was hard to tell if it was wax or some kind of insect-repellent oil applied to the frame. Once it solidified, it gave off a solemn and serious color.
"My condolences. You came here last week for something similar. Was that for an elderly person, perhaps your grandfather?"
"It was for the mentor who taught me my skills."
"My condolences..." The boss seemed like he wanted to say some comforting words, but after thinking for a while, he remained hesitant and silent.
