Judging from the back, he should be an old man with gray hair. His back is very thin, but not hunched. He was obviously sitting in a wheelchair, but he was leaning on the back of the chair with his back straight.
His back looked very lonely, and there was also a kind of... sadness. Yes, a sense of sadness, indescribable sadness.
I don’t know why I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable after taking one look at such a back figure.
Tong Xi looked at the figure in front of him, then at Zhao Yao, and asked in a low voice: "Master, do we want to go there?"
Zhao Yao nodded lightly and immediately walked towards the back not far ahead.
His and Tongxi's footsteps were not light, especially on the sand.
The backyard is covered with sand, which makes a rustling sound when walking on it. The sound of walking is quiet here, no, it seems particularly loud in the silent yard.
The old man sitting in the wheelchair seemed not to hear Zhao Yao and Tong Xi walking, and never looked back.
Zhao Yao thought to himself that this old man was deaf, right?
With curiosity and doubts in his heart, Zhao Yao walked up to the old man in the wheelchair. It turned out that he was not an old man, but a middle-aged man.
He looks handsome. Although there are some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and face, they are not many, and his skin does not look old. His eyes were obviously open, but they were gloomy.
He seemed to be staring at the sky in the distance in a daze. Zhao Yao was clearly standing in front of him, but he didn't react at all, not even blinking.
Zhao Yao thought to himself, couldn't he see it?
But his eyes didn't look completely gray, like a blind man.
Zhao Yao raised his hand and waved it in front of the middle-aged man's eyes. The middle-aged man still didn't react at all. His eyes, which were staring into the distance, still didn't blink.
Tongxi said from the side: "Master, isn't this person deaf and mute?"
Zhao Yao continued to wave in front of the middle-aged man and said to him: "Uncle, come to your senses."
The middle-aged man still didn't respond.
Zhao Yao thought for a moment, then raised his hand and gently patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.
"Uncle, come to your senses!"
The middle-aged man turned a blind eye to Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao leaned close to the middle-aged man's ear and suddenly shouted: "Uncle, come to your senses!"
He shouted so loudly that the middle-aged man finally reacted.
The middle-aged man was finally willing to look away from a distance and looked at Zhao Yao standing in front of him. However, there was still no word.
Zhao Yao stood in front of the middle-aged man, only blocking half of his sight.
"Uncle, why are you sitting here alone, where are the others?" As he said, he looked around and found no one else. "Uncle, your face doesn't look good. Are you sick? Is there anyone taking care of you?"
The middle-aged man just glanced at Zhao Yao, and then cast his gaze into the distance. As for speaking, he didn't even open his mouth.
Seeing that the middle-aged man ignored him, Zhao Yao was not annoyed and continued to talk to himself.
"Uncle, are you alone? Are you sick? And why do you look sad? Did something happen..."
Zhao Yao asked a lot of questions in succession, but the middle-aged man still didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard.
"Master, they obviously don't want to pay attention to you, let's go." In Tongxi's opinion, the man in the wheelchair in front of him was a weirdo.
Zhao Yao suddenly stretched out his hands, held the middle-aged man's face, and then rubbed it vigorously.
The middle-aged man seemed not to expect that the little kid in front of him would rub his face, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Uncle, do you want to speak?" Zhao Yao continued to rub the middle-aged man's face.
"Presumptuous!" The middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped Zhao Yao's face away, but he was measured and not very strong.
The middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Seeing that his "plot" had succeeded, Zhao Yao showed a proud smile on his face: "Hey, uncle, you finally spoke."
When the middle-aged man saw the dimple at the left corner of Zhao Yao's mouth, his eyes widened for a moment, and there was obvious shock on his expressionless face.
"Uncle, what have you been looking at just now?" Zhao Yao said, looking into the distance like the middle-aged man just now, but didn't see anything special. "Uncle, what's your name? Why are you here alone? Are you sick?"
Zhao Yao kept smiling, and the dimple on the left corner of his mouth was very cute.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yao blankly.
Zhao Yao saw the middle-aged man looking at him in a daze, his expression seemed a little surprised. He unconsciously raised his hand and touched his face, and asked doubtfully: "Uncle, is there something on my face?"
The middle-aged man did not answer, but Tongxi who stood aside did.
"Master, there is nothing on your face."
"Nothing?" Zhao Yao rubbed his little face again, "Nothing, why does uncle look at me in surprise?"
The middle-aged man seemed to be recalling something, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face, and then his expression turned sad again soon after.
Zhao Yao saw the middle-aged man's appearance, touched his face and asked, "Uncle, do I look like someone you know?" Looking at the lonely and sad look on this uncle's face just now, he probably knew him. The person is no longer here.
The middle-aged man came back to his senses, looked at Zhao Yao again, and asked, "What's your name?"
Hearing that the middle-aged man finally wanted to ask his name, Zhao Yao laughed happily: "My name is Liang Yao, I am six years old. Uncle, what is your name and how old are you this year?"
The middle-aged man did not answer Zhao Yao's question.
"Uncle, if you don't tell me your name, then you can just tell me your last name."
The middle-aged man still didn't speak.
"Uncle, if you don't want to say it, forget it." Zhao Yao continued to ask, "Uncle, do you live here alone?"
This time, the middle-aged man spoke.
"Um."
"Is there anyone taking care of you?" Something must have happened to this uncle's legs. Without anyone to take care of him, it would definitely be inconvenient for him to live alone.
"Someone."
"Where's the man? Why did you leave you to sit here alone in a daze?"
"Somewhere else." The middle-aged man likes silence and prefers to be alone. He doesn't like people hanging around in front of him. The person who takes care of him will not appear in front of him when nothing happens.
"That's good. I thought it would be too inconvenient for you to live here alone, uncle." Zhao Yao asked again with concern, "Uncle, are you sick?"
Seeing Zhao Yao's clear and clean eyes full of concern, the middle-aged man's lifeless eyes became softer.
"No."
"How is it possible? Uncle, your face is a little pale. How is it possible that you are not sick?"
"It's an old habit. I'm used to it." The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yao and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I asked Tongxi to take me over the wall." Zhao Yao said very honestly, "I knocked on the door several times, but no one opened the door for me. I was curious, so I had no choice but to climb over the wall. But uncle, I’m not here to steal anything.”
"Why did you come in?" The middle-aged man didn't care about Zhao Yao climbing over the wall.
"Curious, uncle, don't you know that your house is rumored to be very weird?" Zhao Yao told the middle-aged man about the rumors he had heard, "Uncle, your house is said to be a haunted house."
"Then you still dare to come in?"
"I don't believe there are ghosts in this world, so I wanted to come in and have a look." Zhao Yao said with a smile, "I guessed it right, this is not a haunted house. Uncle, you are a human, not a ghost."
【I don’t believe there are ghosts in this world. 】This sentence made the middle-aged man slightly lost in thought.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Why is this uncle so distracted again?
"Nothing, just thinking of an old friend."
"Do I look a bit like your old friend?"
"Kind of like." His old friend only had a dimple on the left corner of his mouth.
"Then uncle and I are very destined." Zhao Yao said very familiarly.
The wind blew in the yard from time to time, and Zhao Yao asked with concern: "Uncle, are you cold when you sit here?"
The middle-aged man said: "It's not cold."
"Really?" Zhao Yao said, reaching out to hold the middle-aged man's right hand, and found that the middle-aged man's hand was very cold. "Uncle, your hands are so cold and you still say they're not cold! Let me push you into the house!"
"No, I like being here." The middle-aged man said, his eyes looking towards the distant sky. At this moment, an eagle soared in the sky and roared.
Zhao Yao saw a look of envy and yearning in the middle-aged man's eyes, thinking that this uncle's legs were disabled and he was trapped in a wheelchair his whole life, so he was very envious of the free-flying eagle.
"Uncle, were you a soldier before?" He found that the uncle was sitting in a wheelchair with his back straight, which was the habit of many soldiers. Of course, except for the stinky father. The smelly father was obviously a soldier before, but he had no posture when sitting or standing, and he didn't look like a soldier at all. Only soldiers who have strict requirements on themselves will straighten their backs throughout their lives.
He just touched this uncle's hand and found that there were many calluses on his palm, which were left over from years of practicing martial arts and using weapons.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yao with some surprise: "How do you know?"
"Uncle, your back is always straight, and there are a lot of calluses on your hands."
The middle-aged man did not expect that the child in front of him would have keen observation skills, "Is there anyone in your family who is a soldier?"
"It used to be, but it's not anymore." The smelly father looked careless and said that he used to be a soldier, but no one would believe it. If you say he is a gangster, some people will definitely believe him.
"You are right. I was indeed a soldier before, but then..." The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed his knees. "When these legs are useless, they will no longer be." When he said this His expression was calm, without any trace of resentment or unwillingness, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Uncle, you must have been a very powerful general before, right?"
The middle-aged man didn't know what he was thinking of. His eyes turned cold for a moment, and then he raised the corners of his mouth and sneered at himself: "No, I am a useless person!"
"Uncle, you don't look as useless as you said." Although this uncle is sitting in the Analects of Confucius, his demeanor is very...strong. What to say about you, he felt that this uncle was like a sharp knife, but it had become a little rusty because of time. However, his former sharpness can still be seen.
"If I am useful, these legs will not be useless. My..." At this point, he did not say any more. There was a look of hatred on the expressionless face just now.
Zhao Yao looked very serious and said: "Uncle, no matter you are useful or not, as long as you have been on the battlefield to protect the people, you are a hero."
The middle-aged man thought of what an old friend once said to him: "Anyone who has gone to the battlefield and killed an enemy, even if it is just one enemy, then he has protected the people, is a hero!" And heroes don’t care about their origins! 】
This child actually said the same thing as that old friend!
"Who taught you this?"
"No one taught me, I said it myself, isn't it right?" Zhao Yao said with his arms crossed, "In my opinion, as long as he has been on the battlefield and killed the enemy's soldiers, even if he only killed one enemy, Then he has protected one common people, or several common people, then he is a hero."
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly became a little excited: "Who are your parents?"
"My parents are just ordinary businessmen, not heroes." Although my father-in-law has gone to the battlefield and killed enemies, this is what he should do, so he is not a hero.
At this time, Emperor Wu of Zhou, who was picking his nose in the imperial study, sneezed unexpectedly, just in time to pop out the untaken nose.
When Sun Kui saw Emperor Zhou Wu suddenly sneezing, he felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy and shouted: "Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician!"
Emperor Wu of Zhou raised his hand to stop Sun Kui and said, "It must be some turtle son who is saying bad things about me behind my back."
Emperor Wu of Zhou: Tell me clearly, brat, why am I not a hero?
Zhao Yao: Stinky father, what makes you look like a hero?
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