Author: Zhou Liangliang

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

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

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable when I took 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 slightly and immediately walked towards the back not far ahead.

His and Tongxi's footsteps were not light, especially when they stepped on the sand.

The backyard is covered with sand, and walking on it will make a rustling sound. The sound of walking is particularly loud in this quiet, no, 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. As a result, he saw 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, they are not many, and his skin does not look old. His eyes are obviously open, but they are 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, could he not see it?

But his eyes didn't look completely gray, and he didn't look 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, you have 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, he still did not 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 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 is 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 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, are you going to say anything?" 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, 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 his expressionless face showed obvious shock.

"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 is your name, and 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?" There must be something wrong with this uncle's legs. Without someone to take care of him, it will 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?"

"Elsewhere." The middle-aged man likes to be quiet, 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 my 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 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 hand is so cold, and you still say it's not cold! Let me push you into the house!"

"

"No, I like it here." The middle-aged man said, looking towards the distant sky. At this moment, an eagle soared in the sky and let out a roar.

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 this uncle was sitting in a wheelchair with his back straight, which is the habit of many soldiers. Of course, except for the smelly father. The smelly father was obviously a soldier before, but he

There is no sitting posture, no standing posture, and there is no look like a soldier at all. Only soldiers who have strict requirements on themselves will keep their backs straight throughout their lives.
To be continued...