Ministers Begging Me to Ascend the Throne-Chapter 155 - 135: The Middle-aged Man Was Once a Soldier

From the back, it looks like an elderly man with graying hair. His back is very thin, but not hunched. Even though he sits in the wheelchair, he leans against the backrest with a straight posture.

His silhouette appears very lonely, and there’s a kind of... desolation. Yes, a feeling of desolation that is hard to describe.

For some reason, just one glance at such a back makes my heart feel unbearably distressed. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Tong Xi looked at the silhouette in front, then at Zhao Yao, and asked softly, "Young Master, should we go over there?"

Zhao Yao nodded slightly and then walked toward the silhouette not far ahead.

The footsteps of both him and Tong Xi were not light, especially on the sand.

This backyard is covered with sand, which makes a rustling sound as you walk on it. The sound of footsteps was particularly loud in this quiet, no, silent courtyard.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair seemed not to hear the footsteps of Zhao Yao and Tong Xi, as he never looked back.

Zhao Yao wondered if the old man could be deaf.

Fueled by curiosity and doubt, Zhao Yao walked up to the wheelchair-bound man, only to find out that he wasn’t an old man but a middle-aged man.

He had a handsome appearance, with some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his face, but not many, and his skin didn’t appear aged. Even though his eyes were open, they seemed dim.

He seemed to be staring blankly at the distant sky. Although Zhao Yao stood right in front of him, he showed no reaction, not even blinking.

Zhao Yao wondered if he might be blind.

But his eyes didn’t look lifeless, they didn’t look blind.

Zhao Yao raised his hand and waved it in front of the middle-aged man’s eyes, yet the man still didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the distance without blinking.

Tong Xi said from the side, "Young Master, could he be both deaf and mute?"

While continuing to wave his hand in front of the middle-aged man, Zhao Yao said, "Uncle, snap out of it."

The middle-aged man still showed no reaction.

Zhao Yao thought for a moment, then gently patted the middle-aged man’s shoulder.

"Uncle, snap out of it!"

The middle-aged man remained unresponsive to Zhao Yao’s presence.

Zhao Yao leaned to the middle-aged man’s ear and suddenly shouted, "Uncle, snap out of it!"

His shout was very loud, finally causing the middle-aged man to react.

The middle-aged man finally took his eyes off the distance and looked at Zhao Yao standing in front of him. However, he still didn’t speak.

Zhao Yao stood in front of the middle-aged man, blocking only half of his view.

"Uncle, why are you sitting here alone? Where are the others?" As he spoke, Zhao Yao looked around but didn’t see anyone else. "Uncle, your face doesn’t look so good, are you sick? Is anyone taking care of you?"

The middle-aged man only glanced at Zhao Yao and then returned his gaze to the distance. As for speaking, he didn’t even open his mouth.

Seeing that the middle-aged man ignored him, Zhao Yao wasn’t upset and continued talking to himself.

"Uncle, are you alone? Are you sick? And why do you look so sad, has something happened..."

Zhao Yao asked a string of questions, but the middle-aged man still didn’t speak, as if he hadn’t heard.

"Young Master, he’s clearly not interested in talking to you, let’s go." In Tong Xi’s view, the man in the wheelchair was strange.

Zhao Yao suddenly stretched out his hands, held the middle-aged man’s face, and started to rub it vigorously.

The middle-aged man seemed surprised that the young child in front of him was rubbing his face, and he was momentarily stunned.

"Uncle, won’t you speak?" Zhao Yao continued to rub the middle-aged man’s face.

"Impertinent!" The middle-aged man raised his hand to swat away Zhao Yao’s, but he was gentle and not very forceful.

The middle-aged man’s voice was hoarse, like someone who hadn’t spoken in a long time.

Seeing his "plot" succeed, Zhao Yao revealed a triumphant smile, "Hehe, Uncle, you finally spoke."

When the middle-aged man saw the dimple on the left corner of Zhao Yao’s mouth, his eyes widened significantly, and a clear look of shock appeared on his previously expressionless face.

"Uncle, what were you looking at earlier?" Zhao Yao asked, mimicking the middle-aged man’s earlier stance, looking into the distance, but seeing nothing special. "Uncle, what’s your name, why are you here alone, are you sick?"

All the while, Zhao Yao smiled, his dimple on the left corner of his mouth particularly adorable.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at Zhao Yao.

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