I am weak and friendly

Chapter 162 for Xiaoqing

"Toto, where are you going? Where are you going?"

"Grandpa, Grandpa is sleeping, Grandpa..."

The delivery guy was stunned.

"You want to go to Grandpa's grave?"

Toto barked excitedly, "I can't find it! I can't find it!"

"You mean you can't find Grandpa's grave?"

"Awoo awoo awoo awoo".

"You want to see Grandpa, don't you? Is that right?"

"Awoo awoo awoo awoo".

The software's translation is inconsistent, sometimes saying yes and sometimes saying no.

But even without translation, the delivery guy knew he had guessed correctly this time.

“Grandpa’s grave is far away. I used to take him there every time. But later he got old, his eyesight got worse, and he couldn’t walk anymore, so I stopped taking him there so often…” the deliveryman explained.

Tang Yiping thought that perhaps Tuotuo felt that his days were numbered and was afraid that he would not be able to find his grandfather.

He felt his eyes getting a little wet. No, I can't watch this.

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The delivery guy lowered his head and whispered, "Toto, we'll take you tomorrow, okay? We'll take you tomorrow, it's just too late today..."

He looked a little embarrassed: "I need to charge my electric scooter first..."

Sigh, the problem of insufficient battery life is so real.

Tang Yiping understood perfectly.

Beside him, Brother Ban picked up the car keys.

"Let's go." He waved his hand.

To be honest, he was worried that Toto might not make it to tomorrow.

We've already come this far.

For both emotional and rational reasons, he didn't want to stay here.

Some regrets are simply because it was too late.

Even though it's late at night, and even though we're going to a cemetery.

But he didn't want to have any regrets because of this.

"Pingzi, are you still going?" He turned to Tang Yiping and asked, "It's too late now, why don't you wait here..."

To be honest, he didn't think the cemetery was a good place and didn't really want Tang Yiping to go.

"Yes, I want to go," Tang Yiping quickly raised his hand.

"Awoo awoo," Stoka cried out as well.

Ban looked at Tang Yiping, a little hesitant.

There were three people, two big dogs, and a wheelchair; it was a bit too many people.

“Then we’ll have to squeeze in,” he said.

He opened the door and walked out of the office, only to see that a lot of people had gathered outside the door sometime during the day.

"What are you..."

"We were just curious, so we came to take a look..."

Brother Ban: "..."

Is this what you call curiosity?
This is called Bagua (Eight Trigrams).

But that's normal; people inside cry out all the time, which makes everyone curious.

"Did it succeed?" Ze asked.

Brother Ban glanced at the delivery guy behind him, then at Tang Yiping, nodded, and said, "There were some unexpected twists and turns, but... it should be considered a success."

"Is it really done?"

"too fast!"

"Great!"

"Wow, that's awesome!" a few programmers whispered among themselves. Some of them actually wanted to applaud, but they held back when they saw the delivery guy's expression.

"But we still need to verify it ultimately," Brother Ban said to everyone.

Ze handed over a car key.

"Drive my car, mine is big."

Brother Ban drove very fast. Tang Yiping sat in the passenger seat, the delivery guy sat in the back seat holding Toto, and Stoka squatted beside him.

It stuck its head out of the window, its tongue lolling out.

Toto remained lying on the deliveryman's lap, occasionally making a snoring sound.

"Yes, this is it. There's a small path ahead, turn in..."

The car left the bustling city and arrived at the urban-rural fringe.

It was getting dark, and they took the wrong turn once. The delivery guy went down to check and then got back on the right track.

Then, a field appeared in front of us.

"This is it! This is it! Toto, we've arrived."

Toto jolted awake, struggled to get up, and looked out the window.

When the car stopped, he started yelling loudly.

The delivery guy picked up Toto and ran out.

Farmland is not friendly to wheelchair users like Tang Yiping. When Brother Ban pushed him to the center of the farmland, the deliveryman and Stoka had already dug a small hole in the ground and dug out a small iron box covered in mud.

The delivery guy sat on the ground, hugging Toto, holding the small metal box, and staring blankly.

Toto lay on his lap, resting his head on his knee, and hummed softly.

"What is this?" Tang Yiping asked. "Did Toto bring you here to find this?"

He thought that Toto missed his old master and wanted to come and see him.

The delivery driver actually thinks the same way.

He thought Toto felt he was dying and was worried he wouldn't be able to find his grandfather, so he came here to go with him.

But... that's not the case.

"This is Toto's treasure box," the deliveryman said. "It's our treasure box too."

The delivery guy opened the box.

Inside was an old cigarette holder, half a pack of cigarettes, a plastic lighter, and a stack of coins of various sizes.

“After Grandpa passed away, Toto always chewed on this treasure box, and then one day it disappeared… I thought we had lost it.”

He didn't know why Toto had hidden the box.

I don't know when he hid it, maybe it was when he missed his grandfather one day and brought Toto to visit him.

"When we were little...when we were little...we liked to play treasure hunt games...we would put things in boxes, hide them, and then find them."

“Once we hid Grandpa’s cigarette holder and cigarettes together. Grandpa thought they were lost. Later he found out that we had buried them. We got a good beating from Grandpa. That beating was really bad!”

“We buried it really deep, we spent the whole afternoon digging the hole, didn’t we, Toto?”

The delivery guy reached out and gently stroked Toto's head. Toto moved slightly and rested his chin on the delivery guy's lap.

Its tail drooped, swaying weakly as it moved slightly.

"This is the change Grandpa gave to Toto because Toto buys cigarettes for Grandpa..." the deliveryman said with a smile. "Usually, I buy cigarettes for Grandpa, and then Grandpa gives me the change as my pocket money. When I go to school, Grandpa asks Toto to buy them. The shopkeeper knows Toto, and when he sees Toto, he puts the cigarettes and change in the box for Toto to take back. Then Grandpa gives the change to Toto, saying that Toto should save it up, and when he has saved enough, he will buy Toto nice things too."

It was late at night. This was a family cemetery on the outskirts of the city. Such cemeteries are becoming increasingly rare. Most of the graves have been leveled because the tombstones and mounds interfere with mechanized harvesting. So there are only a couple of new graves scattered around.

In the desolate wilderness, several solitary graves stand.

The delivery guy sat in front of this open space, holding Toto, and talked to Tang Yiping and Brother Ban.

His words were fragmented, scattered, and illogical, jumping from one topic to another.

These are all fragments of life I shared with my grandfather and Toto.

Each item in this little box represents a memory.

"Actually, Toto never bought anything for himself. Back then, my allowance was never enough. Whenever I wanted to buy something, I would ask Toto, 'Toto, do you want to buy ice cream? Do you want to buy candy?'"

"Then I took its money and bought what I wanted."

The delivery driver said.

"Am I a terrible person? I even cheated someone out of money for a dog," the delivery guy said.

He felt his palms warm up, and Toto stuck out his tongue and licked his palms.

Then Toto pushed the box forward with his nose.

It looked up at the delivery guy, and tears welled up in its cloudy eyes.

This was the only thing in its memory that could bring Xiaoqing joy.

It is also what it desperately tries to find in the final stage of its life.

“Xiao Qing…” it said, “For Xiao Qing.”

(End of this chapter)