I am weak and friendly

Chapter 73 Master Tang Suddenly Can't Find His Way Home (Please Read On)

Stepping out of the elevator, Tang Yiping took out his phone and dialed that familiar number.

"Hello?" A man's voice came from inside.

"Dad," Tang Yiping called out.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly decide to call me?"

I miss my mom.

"If you miss your mom, just call her! Do you want me to call her?"

"No... I'm afraid I'll make her cry."

Tang Yiping recalled the way Du Yuanshan called for his mother, and his voice became somewhat low.

And I miss you too.

But don't even think about making me say it.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then the question was asked, "Were you wronged?"

"No."

"Come back if you've been wronged. Dad can take care of you."

"It's really reliable for someone who saved up 4,500 yuan in six years to say this," Tang Yiping remarked.

“Come back. Actually, I’ve saved up 6,500. I kept 2,000 for myself last time. If you eat less, I can support you for another two months.”

"Ha...men!" Tang Yiping felt that there was no one in this world he could trust anymore.

"Come back," Master Tang said again.

"No... I have a lot of things to do."

You protected the world in 1999, and I have my own battle to fight too! Master Tang!

He paused for a moment: "Did you receive the package I sent you?"

"I did get a call just now, but didn't you send it to my workplace? It's the weekend today! I had him send it by mail."

right.

Since 5090 was a stranger at the time, Tang Yiping gave him the address of Tang's workplace, not his home address.

"I suggest you go to your workplace right now," Tang Yiping said. "With the remaining two thousand yuan, you can buy yourself a good power supply and a Black Monkey laptop. Place the order now."

"What?" Master Tang's voice suddenly rose. "Tang Yiping, explain yourself! What exactly did you send me?"

"Hahahaha!" Tang Yiping burst into laughter, then hung up the phone.

Master Tang called, but Tang Yiping didn't answer.

The phone rang again, but Tang Yiping still didn't answer.

Master Tang finally gave up.

Imagining Master Tang rushing to the company in a fit of rage, Tang Yiping maneuvered his wheelchair out of the ward building.

It was a summer afternoon, and a crowd was bustling in front of the hospital ward building.

The sunlight was so strong, and the shadows were so short.

Everyone hurriedly avoided the sunlight, walking along the eaves, in the shade of trees, and along the corners of walls.

He saw a father park his car in front of the ward, pick up his sick child, drop the car, and run away, with the mother running after him.

He saw an elderly man in a wheelchair angrily cursing his daughter in the shadows of a corner, while the daughter secretly wiped away tears.

He saw a taxi driver parked in the lane not far away, waiting for fares while smiling broadly as he video-chatted with someone on his phone.

He saw a large pink tree not far from the hospital, generously spreading its bounty across the barren desert.

He also saw a silly girl sitting under the shade of a tree eating stinky tofu that someone had fed her. When she saw him come out, she waved to him.

Everything was so peaceful, as if nothing had ever been lost.

He put on his headphones and drove into the scorching sun.

A song was playing in his ears.

"I see flowers blooming, I hear birds singing, I see people rushing around."

"I see clouds in the sky, I hear the river flowing, I see people strolling on the road..."

……

Mr. Tang rushed to his workplace.

"Mr. Tang, are you coming to work overtime?"

"Teacher Tang, what brings you here today?"

"Brother Tang, why are you here at this hour?"

His colleagues greeted him as they passed by on the way.

Mr. Tang greeted them cheerfully, saying, "No, no, I'm just here to pick up a package."

"What kind of package is so important that you have to come all the way to pick it up?"

"I don't know either. My rascal sent it to me and told me to come and get it quickly. I came to see it," Master Tang said with a chuckle.

He went into the mailroom, rummaged around for a bit, and saw a very well-packaged express box with a thick outer shell and an air column inside.

"Old Gao, lend me a knife." He borrowed a knife from the security guard in the mailroom and opened the package.

Then I froze.

"What did you buy?" Security guard Lao Gao leaned over for a look: "5090? What's that?"

Master Tang is a bit wooden.

He had a vague feeling about it before he came.

It could be something of nuclear bomb-level quality.

But he never expected it to actually be a nuclear bomb!

"Hehe, it's a graphics card." Master Tang grinned.

"Graphics card? What would you need that for? I heard it's pretty expensive these days, with all this embargo and AI stuff..."

"Yeah, why buy this? This kid just won't listen. I told him I didn't want it, but he insisted on buying it for me," said Master Tang. "I'll have to let his mother talk to him when we get back!"

"Oh, your child bought this for you?"

"Yeah yeah."

"How much does this cost now?"

"It's hard to say. Even at 30,000 yuan, they'd be fighting over it. If they could even snag one, they'd be lucky. Now, they'd have to beg people to buy it..."

"Thirty thousand yuan? The child bought it for them?" For people their age, thirty thousand yuan is not a large sum of money, but it is not a small sum either. They might not be able to save that much in a year.

To put it simply, 30,000 yuan might only be enough for the whole family to go on a trip once.

On a larger scale, with national subsidies and scrapping subsidies, 30,000 yuan can replace an old car with a new electric car that can be driven for several years.

But whether it's a lot or a little, whether you're rich or poor, it's something your child bought for you.

“My kid only asks me for 30,000 yuan to buy a fruit set, but your kid bought you a 30,000 yuan graphics card! They’re both kids, how can there be such a big difference!” Old Gao clicked his tongue repeatedly and said, “Open it and take a look, quickly open it and let me see the 30,000 yuan graphics card your kid bought you.”

"Maybe it's just a box. This kid just likes to play jokes on me." Mr. Tang suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Let's take a look, it's just a child's token of affection, regardless of its value..."

Master Tang opened the box and saw the graphics card lying quietly inside.

5090, that's right.

There was also a letter lying quietly inside.

"There's another letter! Look at it! Look at it!"

Old Gao frowned after reading a couple of sentences: "What is this? It's neither classical nor vernacular, I can't understand it."

The letter read:

"Hello, sir. It's like meeting you in person."

"I am physically weak and unable to write, so this letter was written by my son on my behalf. Please forgive any disrespect. I do not know your age, nor do I know the proper way to address you, so I have followed my son's example and addressed you as 'elder brother'. Please forgive any offense caused."

"I have been bedridden for many years, confined to my sickbed, unable to speak or express my thoughts. I am unhappy to live and unable to die. Every night, I am ashamed to be like a child, washing my face with tears."

"I never imagined that I would receive such a powerful software from a master craftsman, which would relieve my suffering from silence and allow me to speak again, as if I had been reborn."

"The work of a master is not merely a tool; its merit is immeasurable."

"The small item in the box was a gift from my son, not a token of my gratitude. Please allow me to prepare a generous gift and visit you another day to express my thanks."

"Although I am bedridden, I still have a young child who is strong enough to support me in my old age. I have some savings, but they are of no use to me. If you need them or if I wish to benefit others, please let me know."

Respectfully submitted by the ailing Chen Jiande

"It's nothing." Master Tang folded the letter and put it back in his pocket. "The child was just writing it for fun."

One day, Mr. Tang suddenly couldn't find his way home.

Almost everyone saw him wandering around the workplace with a box in his arms.

"Engineer Tang, why haven't you gone back yet?"

"Oh, I'm just here to pick up a package. My child bought it for me, 5090."

"Brother Tang, why are you still here?"

"Yes, yes, I was wondering how to get home. Look, I couldn't find my way home while holding the 5090. The child insisted on buying this, even though I said I shouldn't.

"Teacher Tang, it's already dark..."

"Yes, yes, the child bought a 5090, but it gets dark quickly..."

On this day, Mr. Tang walked 31729 steps, topping the step count leaderboard on his WeChat Moments.

On this day, Master Tang's post on WeChat Moments received 127 likes and 28 sarcastic comments.

Tang Yiping was blocked.

　Thank you to the following for their generous donations: The Bigger the More I Don't Want to Talk, xxxxx111, Little Orange with a CP, Rainbow x, Eternal Year, Walking Adenosine Triphosphate, hallliana, and Officer Ochumelov.

　　
　
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