The ministers begged me to ascend the throne

Judging from the back, it should be an old man with gray hair.His back was very thin, but not hunched.He was obviously sitting in a wheelchair, but he leaned back straight on the back of the chair.

His back looks very lonely, and there is also a kind of... sadness.Yes, a sense of desolation, unspeakable desolation.

I don't know why, after seeing such a back, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Tong Xi looked at the back in front of him, then at Zhao Yao, and asked in a low voice, "Master, are we going there?"

Zhao Yao nodded lightly, and immediately walked towards the back not far in front.

He and Tong Xi's footsteps were not light, especially on the sand.

This backyard is covered with sand, and it makes a rustling sound when you walk on it.The sound of walking is quiet here, no, it is especially loud in the silent yard.

The old man in the wheelchair didn't seem to hear Zhao Yao and Tong Xi's walking, and he never looked back.

Zhao Yao thought to himself that this old man is not deaf, right?
With curiosity and doubts in his heart, Zhao Yao walked up to the old man in the wheelchair, but it turned out that he was not an old man, but a middle-aged man.

He has a handsome appearance, although there are some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and face, but 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 distant sky in a daze, Zhao Yaoming was standing in front of him, but he didn't react at all, not even blinking.

Zhao Yao wondered if he couldn't see it?
But his eyes don't look like dead gray, like a blind man.

Zhao Yao raised his hand and waved it in front of the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man still didn't respond, his eyes staring into the distance still didn't blink.

Tong Xi said from the side: "Master, this man is not deaf and dumb, is he?"

Zhao Yao continued to wave his hands in front of the middle-aged man, and said to him, "Uncle, you're back to your senses."

The middle-aged man still didn't respond.

Zhao Yao thought for a while, then raised his hand and gently patted the middle-aged man's shoulder.

"Uncle, you've recovered!"

The middle-aged man turned a blind eye to Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao moved closer to the middle-aged man's ear, and suddenly yelled, "Uncle, you're back to your senses!"

He shouted so loudly that the middle-aged man finally responded.

The middle-aged man was finally willing to look away from a distance, looking at Zhao Yao who was standing in front of him.However, he still didn't speak.

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 spoke, he looked around and found no one else. "Uncle, your complexion doesn't look very 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 on his own.

"Uncle, are you alone? Are you sick? And why do you look sad? Is there something wrong..."

Zhao Yao asked many questions in succession, but the middle-aged man still didn't speak, as if he didn't hear.

"Master, people obviously don't want to talk to you, let's go." From Tong Xi's point of view, the man in the wheelchair in front of him was a strange person.

Zhao Yao suddenly stretched out his hands, held the middle-aged man's face, and rubbed it vigorously.

The middle-aged man didn't seem 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 talk?" 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 off, but he acted with discretion and not much strength.

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Seeing his "conspiracy" succeed, Zhao Yao showed a smug 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 in an instant, and the obvious shock appeared on his expressionless face.

"Uncle, what have you been looking at just now?" Zhao Yao said, looking into the distance like a 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, the dimple on the left corner of his mouth was very cute.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at Zhao Yao.

Seeing the middle-aged man staring at him in a daze, Zhao Yao seemed a little surprised.He unconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle, is there something on my face?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer, but Tong Xi who was standing aside did.

"Master, there is nothing on your face."

"Nothing?" Zhao Yao rubbed his little face again, "Nothing, why would uncle look at me with surprised eyes?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be recalling something, and a nostalgic look appeared on his face, and then his expression turned sad again not long after.

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Zhao Yao touched his face and asked, "Uncle, do I look like someone you know?" Looking at the lonely and sad appearance of this uncle just now, he probably knows him The person is no longer there.

The middle-aged man regained his senses, looked at Zhao Yao again, and asked, "What's your name?"

Hearing that the middle-aged man finally asked his name, Zhao Yao laughed happily: "My name is Liang Yao, and I am six years old this year. 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 tell me your last name."

The middle-aged man still didn't speak.

"Uncle, it's fine if you don't want to say it." Zhao Yao continued to ask, "Uncle, do you live here alone?"

This time, the middle-aged man spoke.

"Ah."

"Is there anyone to take care of you?" Something must have happened to this uncle's legs. No one took care of him. It must be inconvenient for him to live alone.

"Someone."

"What about people, why did you leave you and sit here in a daze?"

"Elsewhere." The middle-aged man likes to be quiet, prefers to be alone, and doesn't like people dangling in front of his eyes.The people who take care of him will not appear in front of his eyes when there is nothing to do.

"That's good. Uncle, I thought it would be too inconvenient for you to live here alone." Zhao Yao asked again with concern, "Uncle, are you sick?"

Looking at Zhao Yao's clear and clean eyes full of concern, the lifeless eyes of the middle-aged man became softer.

"No."

"How could it not be, uncle, your face is a little pale, how could you not be sick?"

"Old problem, I'm used to it." The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yao and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"I asked Tongxi to bring me in through 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 and come in. But uncle, I’m not here to steal.”

"Why did you come in?" The middle-aged man didn't care about Zhao Yao's entry 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 the rumors he heard, "Uncle, your place has been called a ghost 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 right, this is not a ghost house, uncle, you are a human and not a ghost."

[I don't believe in ghosts in this world. 】This sentence made the middle-aged man slightly lost in thought again.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?" Why is this uncle distracted again?
"It's nothing, I think of an old friend."

"Do I look a little like your old friend?"

"It's kind of like it." His old friend only had a dimple on the left corner of his mouth.

"Then my uncle and I are very destined." Zhao Yao said very familiarly.

There was wind blowing in the yard from time to time, Zhao Yao asked with concern: "Uncle, are you cold sitting 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, yet you still say it's not cold! I'll push you into the house!"

"No, I like being here." The middle-aged man said, his eyes turned to the sky in the distance.At this moment, an eagle soared in the air and uttered a cry.

Zhao Yao saw a look of envy and longing in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and thought that this uncle's legs were disabled, and he was trapped in a wheelchair all his 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 is the habit of many soldiers.Of course, except for the stinky father.The stinky father was obviously a soldier before, but he didn't have the posture to sit or stand, and he didn't look like a soldier at all.Only soldiers who are strict with themselves will keep their backs straight all their lives.

He just touched this uncle's hand and found that there were many calluses on the palm of his hand, which were left over from years of martial arts practice and the habit of using weapons.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yao in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Uncle, your back is always straight, and there are many calluses on the palms of your hands."

The middle-aged man did not expect the child in front of him to have keen observation skills, "Is there someone in your family who is a soldier?"

"It used to be, but it's not anymore." The stinky father said with a foolish look that he used to be a soldier, and no one would believe him.If he is said to be a hooligan, some people must believe him.

"You guessed it right, I used to be a soldier, but later..." The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed his knees, "These legs are useless, and they are no longer." When he said this His expression was calm, without a trace of resentment or unwillingness, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Then uncle, you should have been a very powerful general before, weren't you?"

The middle-aged man didn't know what he thought of, his eyes turned cold for a moment, and then he raised the corner of his mouth and sneered at himself: "No, I'm a useless person!"

"Uncle, you don't look useless like what you said." Although this uncle was sitting in the Analects, his demeanor was very... strong.How to put it to you, he thinks this uncle is like a sharp knife, but it has become a little rusty due to the passage of time.However, you can still see his previous edge.

"If I'm useful, these legs won't be useless, mine..." Up to this point, he didn't say any more.There was a look of hatred on the expressionless face just now.

Zhao Yao said very seriously: "Uncle, no matter whether 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 a sentence his old man once said to him: [Anyone who has been on the battlefield and killed an enemy, even if it is only an enemy, then he has protected the people and is a hero!And heroes don't ask about their origins! 】

This child actually said the same thing as that old man!
"Who taught you this?"

"No one taught me, I said it myself, isn't it right?" Zhao Yao said with his hands folded, "In my opinion, as long as he has been on the battlefield and killed an enemy soldier, even if he only kills one enemy, If he also protected one common people, or several common people, then he is a hero."

The expression of the middle-aged man suddenly became a little excited: "Who are your parents?"

"My parents are ordinary businessmen, not heroes." Although the stinky father went to the battlefield and killed the enemy, this is what he should do, so he is not a hero.

At this time, Emperor Zhou Wu, who was picking his nose in the imperial study, sneezed unexpectedly, and just blew out the nose that he hadn't taken out.

Seeing that Emperor Wu of Zhou sneezed suddenly, Sun Kui felt as if he was facing an enemy, and shouted, "Call the imperial doctor! Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician!"

Emperor Wu of Zhou raised his hand to stop Sun Kui and said, "It should be some turtle son who speaks ill of 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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