I am weak and friendly

Chapter 92 Shouldn't this kind of father be beaten? (Seeking first subscription)
Once Chen Yanxing confirmed that the old man was indeed not home, a bad feeling arose in his mind.

That old man went out having fun!
I shouldn't have let my guard down, I should have locked the door properly, and I should have reminded the nanny and caregiver in advance...

Chen Yanxing was filled with regret. He had been too careless. He knew that old man would cause him a lot of trouble!
Fortunately, the old man's wheelchair had a GPS tracker, and the phone he used as a translator also had a GPS tracker.

But when checking the location, Chen Yanxing still panicked a lot.

God knows how long that old man has been gone. What if he's been gone for hours? What if something has happened to him?

The image of the old man being run over by a car and lying dead in the street had already appeared in his mind.

He had even imagined a scene straight out of the movie: at a busy, congested intersection, an out-of-control wheelchair suddenly plunged into the traffic, then the wheelchair flew up, and the old man flew up too, tumbling and tumbling in the air, spilling blood like tomato sauce and brain matter like tofu pudding.

I'm hungry, I want to eat tofu pudding.

Wait, now is not the time to think about that!
Don't panic, please don't panic!
Maybe the old man is just taking a stroll around the neighborhood and is now enjoying the cool air downstairs!
No, I'm kidding! Do you think that old man could resist going out?
Chen Yanxing's hands were shaking a little, and it took him several tries to turn on the location service.

Then, in an instant, it was both a pleasant surprise and a shock.

The old man's location is in a square five kilometers away.

Thankfully it's only five kilometers!
It's a full five kilometers!
That old geezer! He's gone so far!
How did he manage to get through that?

Isn't he afraid of being hit and killed on the road?

What if the person is already gone, but the phone and wheelchair are still there? Should I bury the old man and bring the phone and wheelchair back to fulfill my filial duty?
While cursing, Chen Yanxing grabbed his car keys and rushed out.

When he arrived at the square, he didn't even have time to park the car properly; he just abandoned it and ran away.

Chen Yanxing almost slept at the wrong time. He went to bed at around 10 a.m. and it was already past 8 p.m.

Around 8 p.m. on a summer evening, it's the perfect time to cool off and relax. The square is packed with people: some are dancing, some are singing, some are rollerblading, some are whispering sweet nothings, and some are even livestreaming themselves dancing, singing, rollerblading, and whispering sweet nothings.

Weaving through a throng of strange and wonderful people watching live streams, Chen Yanxing checked his location as he hurried to one side of the square, where he immediately spotted the old man's wheelchair.

He was in a square dance group, following behind an auntie in a floral dress, swaying along.

Yes, he's dancing along.

His wheelchair bounced left and right, forward and backward, following the woman in the floral dress with such merriment.

Chen Yanxing reflected on himself and confirmed that he had not set a dancing mode for the old man's wheelchair.

As Chen Yanxing got closer, he heard the old man using voice control:
"Left, right, left, right, front, back, front, back, left, right, left, right, front, back, back..."

Then, he saw the aunt in front of him change her movements. She turned around, and her floral dress fluttered up as it had forty years ago, covering the old man's knees. Then she reached out and grabbed the old man's trembling hands.

The old man's voice control also changed: "Turn left, turn right, turn left, turn right, keep turning, keep turning..."

The two people's hands opened and closed, then opened again, parting and coming together repeatedly, like two butterflies that were sometimes close and sometimes distant.

In the DJ version of music for square dancing, lyrics are playing:

"Back to the starting point
In my memory, your green face
We have finally arrived at this day.

Old photos under the table mat

Countless memories connected
Today the boy is going to the girl’s last date…”

As the music became more soulful and dynamic, the two of them began to spin around in the square dance group.

The aunt's floral dress fluttered in the night breeze, landing on the old man's knees countless times.

At this moment, only three words floated into Chen Yanxing's mind:
How dare you be so reckless!

Do you remember your son?

How dare you be so reckless!
At this moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

The phrase "not knowing whether to laugh or cry" might have been created just for him now.

He stood with his arms crossed beside the dancing crowd, glaring angrily at the old man, waiting for the old man to notice him.

Who would have thought that the old man didn't even notice him. His once crooked face, which used to twitch, was now still, and he was just staring at the woman in the floral dress.

He also overheard several old men talking nearby.

"Look at that old man in the wheelchair, he can still dance while sitting in the wheelchair."

“I just saw it. The wheelchair can be voice-controlled, it can run on its own, and it can even make the phone speak for it.”

"I asked to see his wheelchair, but he wouldn't let me. He just ran off to dance right away, humph!"

Could you please stop expressing your envy?
That man is my dad, but I don't know that woman!
There is a very sad person here right now!
At this moment, Chen Yanxing resembled a 32-year-old, 1.83-meter-tall, 167-pound child who had been betrayed by his father.

"Look how happy Hua Mei is, she can't stop smiling!"

"Exactly, last time she was my dance partner, she looked so unwilling, and even complained that I stepped on her feet. I saw the wheelchair bump into her several times, but she didn't even get angry..."

"Who's that old man? Where did he come from?"

"Hmph, show-off!"

Could you please stop expressing the jealousy in your tone?
That man is my dad! I don't mind if you want to rush up and beat him up, but if you hit him too hard, I'll have to intervene out of obligation, and then you'll be in trouble.

Although I am just a cybersecurity expert, I have actually studied martial arts to prevent being physically attacked!
Standing on the edge of the square dance area, Chen Yanxing listened to the music playing from the speakers:

"The heavy rain I missed in those years

The love I missed in those years
I really want to hug you

Embrace the courage to miss

I wanted to conquer the world
I finally realized when I looked back
This world, bit by bit

It's all because of you..."

As the song played, an old man and an aunt swirled around, gazing at each other tenderly, causing Chen Yanxing to cover half of his face.

Oh my god, which powerful being will take them in, or take me in?
Chen Yanxing, who has been single since birth for 32 years, couldn't take this shock.

As the song finally ended, Aunt Hua did one last spin, her floral dress unfurling in the air like a flower before falling down.

Chen Jiande finally let go of Aunt Hua's hand. He waved his trembling hand and then directed the wheelchair to move backward, leaving the square dance group. He then saw another aunt singing by the roadside.

When she saw Chen Jiande return, she took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

"Hey, old man!" Several other old men nearby couldn't stand it anymore. "So what if he has a powerful, talking wheelchair? What's so great about that? He's not Knight Rider! My car can drive itself!"

"It's alright, it's alright, you see, the wheelchair is about to run out of power!"

"Hmph, hurry up and let the battery die!"

Chen Yanxing was also shocked.

What the heck is going on?
That damned old man!!!
Could it be that everyone likes this one?
Yes, who wouldn't love Stephen Hawking, the Knight Rider and wandering hero in his wheelchair!

Watching the singing aunt hand him a bottle of water, and seeing Aunt Hua in the floral dress stomp her foot and leave, Chen Yanxing whispered, "Mom, did you see that?"

"Mom, if you could see this from heaven, please tell me: should I beat him up or praise him?"

The father and son used to fight all the time, but they haven't fought since the mother passed away, because the person who tried to break them up is no longer there.

Thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The wind picked up, and the night wind rustled the leaves.

　Thanks to book friend 20250416230049493 for the reward.

　　Also, the next chapter is still being written.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)