Chapter 1318 1318 The Meaning of Life

Hugo looked at the little Jenny in front of him. He was speechless for a while. The thoughts in his head were so stunned that he couldn't utter a word. He never knew that he would be questioned by a child's words. Couldn't find a suitable answer to respond to little Jenny.

Like an idiot, Hugo avoided his sight in panic, and tried to open his mouth twice to make a little noise, but found that he didn't know how to explain "what is death" to the five-year-old girl in front of him. . To be more precise, he himself could not accept death. The fragility and incompetence in the face of life, old age, illness and death always made Hugo completely powerless. Even today, he still cannot forget the pale face on the night when Zhang Xiaoye died.

"Jenny, do you know what death is?" Hugo slowly straightened his back and gathered his courage to look at the little girl's emerald green eyes. At a loss, Hugo's line of defense was easily defeated.

Little Jenny nodded, squirming her lips and said, "I'll never see my mother again, and I'll never be able to play with other friends. But I don't want this..." Little Jenny lowered listlessly Turning his head, he muttered sadly, "I don't want to be separated from my mother, and I don't want to be separated from my other friends..."

All the words were blocked in his throat, Hugo looked away in a panic, not wanting the embarrassment in his eyes to be seen by Jenny, he should be strong, he should encourage Jenny, he should give Jenny hope, But he found... every word was so difficult.

Hugo felt someone approaching by his side, and then squatted down. When he turned around, he saw the sadness and haggard on Jessica Hansen's face. Jessica gently held Jenny's curled up right hand, "Jenny, you know, your mother and friends definitely don't want you to leave, and they don't want to be separated from you, you are so beautiful, no one will give you up. So, you will not be separated from your mother, if not Without you, my mother will be very miserable..."

Jessica's gentle but urgent words made the tears in Jenny's eyes slide down one by one and landed on the back of Hugo's hand. The scalding temperature almost burned his skin, but he could only Stiff in place.

"Is that really the case? But why did Hayes leave? Is Hayes dead? Is he dead?" Little Jenny asked with tears in her eyes, and those weak and childish words after another, It left all adults speechless.

Hugo embarrassedly wiped the tears that fell from his cheeks, but the tears could not stop, one by one. Even if he knew that he and Jenny were just strangers, he was just a passer-by in Jenny's life, a volunteer with a code name. After that, he would disappear in Jenny's life, while Jenny was To keep struggling on the line of death.

But it was this fact that hurt Hugo even more. It turned out that his efforts and persistence were nothing but sympathy from Jenny's point of view. For him, it was just a simple afternoon, but for Jenny, it was one of the few memorable moments in her short life. From then on, the two were strangers who had nothing to do with each other. So indifferent, so icy, so cruel, Hugo had no power to fight back.

The nurse standing next to the wheelchair was also a little overwhelmed. She opened her mouth to persuade Jenny, but the words were stuck in her throat, with an incomprehensible expression on her face, but she turned her head after all.

Jessica looked at the little Jenny in front of her, she was already crying, but she still tried to show a bright smile, "Jenny, you know? Hayes is going to see God, he will live a happy life in heaven, There, he also had a lot of friends playing with him."

Little Jenny froze in place, gradually became quiet, and then tried her left hand to touch the colorful windmill, but her hand didn't have much strength, and finally slipped down and landed on the back of Hugo's hand weakly. The bone is almost like a feather.

Hugo wiped the tears from his cheeks in a panic and smiled hard, but the mist in his eyes made his vision blurred. Hugo took down the windmill and put it in Jenny's hand. He gently held Jenny's left hand, trying to use force, but he was worried that he would accidentally break the glass-like little hand. He could only try his best to warm Jenny with the temperature of his palm.

"Hugo..." Little Jenny's weak voice rang out in a low voice, her mouth was smiling, her green eyes were covered with a thin mist, looking at Hugo's face with hope, "You Say, doesn't God like good kids the most? Hayes is a good kid. He always takes his medicine and talks to me when I'm sad, and he doesn't even cry when he hangs the needle. Instead, he comforted his mother. Does God like a good boy like Hayes the most?"

God. For the first time, Hugo truly felt the power of religion. It was not just a belief, but a sustenance and a reliance. If God could really give these fragile lives enough strength to persevere, Hugo would also be willing to believe in Jesus. the presence of Christ.

"Of course," Hugo had a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, but the tears couldn't stop, he smiled like a fool, "God loves cute and well-behaved children like Jenny the most. ."

"But I'm not good, I'm not good at all." Tears in little Jenny's eyes fell like pearls with a broken thread, "Hugo, I'm really a bad boy, today I got an injection and cried, no Obedience makes my mother sad, and also makes the nurse sad, I am a very bad, very bad child, so, can God not take me away? Can't he let me stay? "

Little Jenny's words completely broke Jessica. She buried her cheeks in her hands, and the tears fell to the ground through her fingers, mottled with a large water stain. I had long been accustomed to the life and death of the nurse standing by the side, and couldn't bear to look away, breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down.

Hugo looked at the despair and sadness in Jenny's eyes, and the fist of his left hand could not help clenching like this, and then clenching it again; the right hand holding Jenny's little hand patted the back of Jenny's hand lightly, and it took a few breaths to adjust. Allow yourself to be able to say, "Jenny, you know what? I used to think my life was over, all my chances were over, and I almost gave up. But I didn't, I gritted my teeth and persevered. ."

"Will that be painful?" Little Jenny asked sobbing with her watery eyes wide.

"Yes, it was very painful. It was so painful that I couldn't help crying." Hugo's words made Jenny chuckle, but the smile was so weak that Hugo couldn't bear to cry anymore. Pulling out an ugly smile, "But I persevered and waited until the opportunity came again, and then went all the way to my dream. Jenny, do you have a dream?"

Little Jenny lowered her head and thought for a while, then gently touched the rainbow windmill in her hand, "I want to be a pilot."

"Pilot, this is a great dream." The smile on Hugo's mouth fully bloomed. Although tears still fell on his cheeks, the hope in those eyes bloomed from the bottom of his heart. "So, you should work hard towards your dreams, do your best to work hard, and let yourself be closer to your dreams, and closer..."

"But what if I fail?" Little Jenny asked seriously, although tears still glistened in her eyes, but the tears never fell.

"Then enjoy the process of getting closer." Hugo squeezed Jenny's little hand lightly, "but Jenny is really good, becoming a pilot? This is much better than me. So, I believe that Jenny can definitely do it. , what do you say?"

Little Jenny's tear-stained face showed a shy smile, shallow but with infinite warmth. But this smile made Hugo extremely sad.

Hugo knew, he had always known, that there are too many people in this world who need help, not to mention that from the perspective of a saint to illuminate the world, there are countless people around him waiting for help. hands. People who have suffered from natural disasters and are waiting for the rebuilding of their families, those who have suffered from famine and drought and have no food to eat, those who have suffered from diseases and have no power to do anything... It is like the thin but strong souls in front of them.

The oldest of these children is only fourteen years old, and the youngest is only three years old. Their lives cannot be counted at all, but they stumble on the starting line. No matter how prosperous the family background and the huge network background are, they are still helpless in the face of illness. What’s more, there are many poor families who are even struggling to maintain the most basic life for their children.

For Hugo, it may be just a little effort, maybe just a check, but it can help ten or twenty families; it can also help advance the scientific research of diseases and the research and development of drugs, which can even help thousands of people family. Hugo knew clearly that the achievements and net worth he has achieved now have their own efforts, but in the final analysis, they still come from these ordinary people, so he needs to use practical actions to repay.

Charity, even for show, even for peace of mind, requires the accumulation of every power, because the gathering of seemingly tiny powers can change the world. And with great power comes great responsibility. Hugo has not really felt the weight of this burden until today.

Watching the back of the nurse pushing Jenny away, Hugo just stood there, motionless. Suddenly, the colorful windmill sticks out from the left side of the wheelchair. As the nurse pushes the wheelchair forward, the windmill starts to blow slowly, from slow to fast. A fuzzy ribbon, bathed in sunlight, looks like a real rainbow.