I am weak and friendly

Chapter 361 The Truth About the Du Family, Father and Son, Arrived Late
Tang Yiping later learned the root of the conflict between the elderly Du Yuanshan and his son Du Yike from Qiu Zhaodong and the round-faced nurse.

After Du Yuanshan passed away, as an elderly man with no substantial heirs in China, his funeral arrangements were basically handled by his close friends.

Qiu Zhaodong and his friends also heard some rumors from these friends.

It is said that the reason why the old man Du Yuanshan had a conflict with his son Du Yike was because he did not want his son Du Yike to apply for the art department, but wanted him to apply for the architecture department instead.

As a result, a very precious collection of Du Yike's works was burned to ashes.

When Tang Yiping heard this statement, his feeling was...

Ah, that's probably something only old man Du Yuanshan would do.

He endured the excruciating pain of late-stage pancreatic cancer for so many days, even when he was on the verge of death, he still survived.

How strong must a person's will be?
Or rather, how stubborn this old man would be, even a fool could figure it out.

Such a stubborn old father is indeed capable of doing such a thing.

Unfortunately, Du Yike was a very rebellious child. Fine, you burn my life's work, I'll burn yours. So Du Yike simply burned all of Du Yuanshan's life's work in a fire.

Tang Yiping thought to himself, "Wow, no wonder he's the old man's son. They really are father and son."

However, it's quite rare for a father and son to fight to this extent.

It's a real shame that the works that were destroyed by the two of them in the process are now reduced to ashes; it's heartbreaking to think about.

Tang Yiping could probably guess what Du Yuanshan's life's work was from his legacy, "The Heart of the Stopped-Beat City."

That would probably be a more reasonable plan for the world of Hailing City, or rather, what the city of Hailing City in the other world would look like.

Because Mr. Du Yuanshan's plans were destroyed in the fire, he never recovered and the development of Hailing City took a different turn, leaving behind many regrets.

Now, Tang Yiping saw that paper tube and felt a strong attraction to it.

It was a kind of soul-stirring feeling that kept him completely still.

He reached out and gently pressed his hand against his heart.

At that moment, he felt that the beating heart wasn't actually his own.

It was another heart that had stopped beating for a long time.

At that moment, his heart seemed to want to jump out of his chest.

Suddenly, a notification flashed before his eyes:
Can a dead heart beat again?
Wait, what's going on?
—Where does this beating heart come from?

Why are you suddenly becoming sentimental?

What is this "Survival Guide for the Weak" all about?

—You have discovered that the world may have another truth.

Then he saw another message pop up below:
—The above information was sent to you by the weak [Wrong Path].

Tang Yiping: "..."

As expected of a weakling like never before seen, they can even send themselves messages and notes through the "Survival Guide for the Weak"?
No, you're the "wrong path," not the "background music" or the "narration." Why are you sending me a note at a time like this?

Tang Yiping was initially quite agitated, but after reading these pieces of information from the "Survival Guide for the Weak," he suddenly felt rather bored.

He detached himself from some kind of "external influence" that was affecting his emotions.

His gaze finally shifted from the paper tube to Du Yike. "Hello, Uncle Du, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Tang Yiping said.

In fact, Tang Yiping could see Du Yike almost every day, since there were photos of Du Yike and his two children everywhere in Du Yuanshan's house.

Although it was a photo taken more than ten years ago, Du Yike hasn't changed much since then, except for a few more gray hairs at his temples.

If you do the math, Du Yike should be about the same age as Master Tang.

He didn't dye his hair; instead, his gray hair gave him an artistic air.

From the moment he entered, Du Yike had been staring intently at Tang Yiping. Only when Tang Yiping greeted him did he seem to realize what was happening and said, "Classmate Tang, we finally meet."

Du Yike looked at Tang Yiping with extremely complicated feelings.

From the moment he entered the room and saw Tang Yiping, Du Yike felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Despite their completely different appearances, builds, and ages, the moment he saw Tang Yiping, he felt as if he were seeing his father, Du Yuanshan.

That intense sense of familiarity, I don't know where it came from.

Or, to sum it up, it all boils down to the word "feeling".

This feels so similar.

What shocked Du Yike even more was Tang Yiping's expression when he saw the cylinder in his hand.

Tang Yiping recognized it at a glance.

But how could a boy who is not even twenty years old recognize his father's things at a glance?

If Tang Yiping's age hadn't been inconsistent, and if Du Yike hadn't been raised by Du Yuanshan to be an atheist from a young age, Du Yike might have thought at that moment that Du Yike was the reincarnation of his father's soul.

He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Tang Yiping's hospital bed. For a moment, he didn't even know how to face Tang Yiping, and he was even a little hesitant to speak.

He finally decided to skip the pleasantries and handed over the cylinder he was holding with both hands:

"I found this in... my attic."

"In the attic?" Tang Yiping was taken aback.

"To be honest, I don't even remember why I took it to the other side of the world and hid it in the attic..." Du Yike said. "I remember... I ordered it to be burned."

Tang Yiping took it with both hands. He felt that the cylinder was very heavy, but he caught it very steadily, as if he had caught it countless times and knew the weight of the contents inside the cylinder.

He placed the cylinder on his knees with both hands and gently stroked it.

The rough texture, the slightly yellowed appearance, the few scratches and faint fingerprints—everything felt very familiar to Tang Yiping.

But he didn't have time to open it and see what was inside; instead, he stared in astonishment at Du Yike.

“I should have burned it, I remember it very clearly, why…” Du Yike looked at Tang Yiping and murmured.

Tang Yiping felt that he wasn't actually speaking to himself, but to someone who no longer had the chance to speak.

"Why have I always carried it with me? Why have I never brought it back? What are we doing this for? What are we doing this for...?"

"Why did we become strangers? Why did we hurt each other? Why didn't I even get to see you one last time?"

"Why didn't you call me, why didn't you yell at me, why didn't you tell me? Why?!"

(End of this chapter)