Charles was very surprised. Lily had been with him for so long, and this was the first time he had asked him for a salary.
"Didn't you just take me to buy anything before?"
Lily lowered her ears and told Charles that she had seen James' wife delivering bread to the poor Shadow Island refugees, and she wanted to do so.
"Mr. Charles, let's help them. They are so pitiful. I saw that some people were so hungry that they went through the garbage pile to pick up the food that rats didn't eat to fill their stomachs. It's so pitiful." Lily pulled Charles' fingers and shook them like a coquettish.
"So many people, can you help me?"
"Then...that can help one, it's really uncomfortable to be hungry, and I'm also telling me that there are so many dead people in the sewer recently."
Charles thought for a while, wrote down a check and handed it to Lily, "This is your money, don't withdraw it all, let that boy Dipp open an account for you in the bank."
"Thank you, Mr. Charles, you're so nice!" Lily grabbed the check excitedly and quickly left with her mouse friends.
"Is our money enough? Just give the naughty kids a play." Richard's voice rang in his mind.
"That's her salary. No matter how she uses it, the echo is useless to us. Besides, we won't be here for long," Charles said and took out the drawing board to start painting.
Richard's voice disappeared in his mind, and Charles's prosthetic suddenly moved on his own, picked up another brush and started to shoot the left and right.
Two brushes were constantly filled in on the drawing board, and gradually a family of four appeared on the drawing board.
But except for one of the young men inside, the other three faces were very hazy.
Charles thought Lily's affairs had ended, but he didn't expect that that night, his gunner came back crying very hard.
"What's wrong?" Charles put down the brush in his hand and asked at the white mouse who was wiping his tears.
"Woooo, they... they snatched my bread... I asked them to collect it one by one. They refused to listen to me and wanted to snatch my money..."
"Is it okay?" Charles grabbed Lily in his palm and held his tail and checked it in and out.
"It's okay, my friends bit them. Why is Mr. Charles? I obviously helped them." Lily, who was inverted, asked to Charles.
Seeing that Lily was not injured, Charles put her on the ground, "There are not so many reasons, don't go next time, keep those echo coins for yourself to buy snacks."
Hearing Charles' words, Lily frowned and sat on the carpet and played with her tail. She really didn't understand why this was happening. She was clearly helping them, why did they snatch their bread.
Time passed little by little, and the brown mice next to them had already lying on the carpet with their heads and tails intersecting, closing their eyes, but Lily still couldn't figure it out.
Looking at Lily's tangled look, Charles shook his head, put down the brush in his hand and grabbed her in the palm of his hand, walked to the window and pushed the window open.
"Do you think that seeing them helping them with pity, these people should thank you?"
"Yes, they're hungry, I'll give them something to eat, shouldn't they say thank you to me? That's how good people do it."
"Who told you that poor people are good people? Some people no longer care about what is good and what is bad in order to survive, and some people have tried their best to survive."
Charles looked at a young beggar who was only seven or eight years old on the street and scratched the clothes of a sailor with a blade. His bright big eyes were no longer innocent, and he was full of greed for money.
The next second, the sailor discovered the beggar's behavior. The sailor picked up the little beggar and threw it hard on the ground. He did not care about the thief's young age at all, and raised his right foot and kicked him directly in the chest.
Faced with this horrifying scene, the crowd around him was very cold, just spreading a little to prevent the blood spitting out of the thief's mouth from splattering on him.
The thief who vomited blood trembled and crawled towards an old man smoking a cigarette butt next to him, his bloody lips opening up as if begging for something.
The old man looked at him coldly, threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the sewage in front of the boy, stood up and turned away.
"In this world, we can only protect ourselves, and at most we can protect the people around us. We can't manage other people's affairs well, and they look pitiful, but who in this world is not pitiful? People live in the world themselves are suffering."
Charles's hand touched the smooth hair on Lily's back.
The white mouse standing in Charles' palm held his claws tightly and looked at the thief who was left unattended on the ground.
Just when Charles thought he had convinced his gunner, Lily squeaked a few times, and the brown mice lying on the carpet rushed out quickly.
Soon, Charles saw the mice quickly dragging the little boy on the ground into a corner on the street.
Lily moved Charles' hand away, raised her head and shook her head vigorously at Charles. "Mr. Charles, you were wrong. Dad told me that living in this world is not just for yourself. People can help each other to make this world a better place!"
Lily bent from Charles's palm to the ground and said excitedly: "Even if they don't say thank you to me, I will help them! Mr. Charles, don't stop me!"
Looking at the little mouse's furious look, Charles chuckled. "I won't stop you. Since you want to make it, then go. Remember to buy some fish and mushrooms for those people. This will help everyone. The bread is too expensive, and the cheapest black flour is also grown in fresh water."
Lily was stunned at first, then nodded vigorously and rushed outward toward the door.
Looking at the lively street outside the window, Charles breathed slowly. Lily's character is nobler than him.
The things of that day passed quickly in Charles' heart. No matter what Lily did in her refugee relief work, as long as she was happy.
But as time passed by, a legend began to spread in the port area.
A legend about the mouse angels, which say that the mouse angels are the patron saints of wandering children and beggars, and they will distribute food to the hungry children.
"I did a good job this time." In the warm room, Charles said to the white mouse holding an oyster beside him.
Lily smiled. "I sent it one by one while they were sleeping, so that the food I sent was delivered to everyone's hands, and no one was hungry."
Charles continued his paintings, and it was worth it to make Lily happy.
"Mr. Charles, what do you do when you sleep?"
Lily's words made Charles' brush pause, "Did you see me go to the beach? When?"
Chapter completed!