The smell of disinfectant is floating in the air in the hospital, and an obscure depression is permeated under the transparent sunlight. It is clearly a quiet and peaceful scene, but it makes the emotions become darker involuntarily. Even the steps begin to lighten without even consciousness, as if a little sound will become the trigger point for the fall of the whole world.

Looking at the inpatient department not far away, Hugo stopped her steps, felt the brightness and dryness in the sun, making the expression on her face relaxed, and then she took another step.

Walking through the hall of the inpatient department and entering the small courtyard behind, there was a large number of people busy in the space. In front of it, there was a small stage made of building blocks. The stage was made of plastic and wood carved with backgrounds such as trees and grass. Several people were helping to fix these backgrounds on the stage.

"Carry the sycamore tree next to you." A slender figure with a ponytail standing next to the stage turned his back to the entrance and shouted loudly.

Hugo looked around, but no one responded to the person's request. Everyone was busy. He put the acoustic guitar aside, walked over quickly, carried the fake tree over, and walked aside, "Where is it installed?"

The man did not look up, and pointed to his right hand, "First install the stump, then hang the branches."

Hugo didn't talk nonsense anymore and started to get busy. After a while, the stage was quickly built. The man stood up straight and looked up at Hugo, but said, "Now, clear the place in front of the stage so that the children can come here..." After speaking, it gradually weakened, and a smile appeared on his face, "Hugo, are you here?"

Hugo was stunned when he looked at the woman who had not given makeup in front of him, "Uh, I guess we should have met, but I'm really sorry, who are you?" He had an impression of the woman in front of him, but his name was once again stumped.

But the woman chuckled without caring at all, "I am Jessica, Jessica Hansen. I have seen you at the Junjie Music Festival."

Hugo frowned slightly and said hesitantly, "Junjie Music Festival should be more than just these..."

"I don't know if you remember that Sally is your most loyal fan, she is my daughter." Jessica's words immediately made Hugo realize that Sally Hansen, one of Hugo's most familiar fans, and Jessica is Sally's mother.

Hugo then remembered and said politely, "You have beautiful long hair like Sally." This made Jessica smile, "Hey, have you participated in today's charity event? I haven't seen you in several rehearsals before."

"Yes, I am one of the volunteers of this charity event. But I don't have any talent for acting. I didn't participate in the performance part, so you didn't see me before. Today is a formal event, so I came to help." Jessica pinned the scattered hair behind her ears, but her expression was a bit indescribable calm.

Today’s charity event is sponsored by the Grayson’s.gift, founded by the Leslie Katab couple to commemorate their son who had been killed by a brain tumor, and to raise funds for childhood disease research and family of child patients.

This time I came to Santa Monica Hospital not to raise funds, but to visit the sick children. Many children suffering from major diseases are receiving long-term treatment in the hospital, including some cancer patients. Their life in the hospital is not only boring, but also extremely difficult. Today's activity is to bring some joy and hope to the children's treatment life.

Before this, Hugo had attended a charity fundraising party hosted by the Grayson Gift Foundation and generously donated 100,000 US dollars. Hugo also participated in the subsequent visit event, but he did not join the live performance last time. This time, Hugo also became a part of the performance, and he will be responsible for the voice-over part of the story in the children's drama "Little Red Riding Hood".

Hugo noticed the obscureness in Jessica's expression, but was stunned for a moment. Subconsciously, he wanted to ask if it was Sally. After all, today's occasion with Jessica's expression easily reminds people of children. But this question is a bit offensive. After all, this is just Hugo's unreasonable speculation, and Hugo doesn't know whether he should ask.

At this time, a shout came from behind, "Hugo, you are here!" When Hugo turned around, he saw Neil Anderson coming over with a large pile of windmills.

Jessica smiled and said to Hugo, "Let's go over and help, the children are coming out."

Hugo nodded at Jessica, then walked towards Neil, "Didn't it mean that the windmill is not easy to distribute, so it's replaced with a balloon?"

Neil put the box on the ground and then placed the windmills one by one on the chair in front of the small stage. "The windmills are still quite interesting, and today some children will come out in wheelchairs. We will tie the windmills to their wheelchairs later, and they can play."

Wheelchair. Last time Hugo met a child who was only six years old. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a skinny skin. All his hair fell out due to chemotherapy. He looked even thinner than Guru, but he sat in the wheelchair with a full spirit and looked at Hugo with a smile. That afternoon, Hugo chatted with him for a long time. The child's precocious maturity and sensibility far exceeded Hugo's expectations, leaving a deep impression on him.

But not long ago, when Hugo came to rehearsal in advance, he never saw the little boy named Hayes again. Later, he heard from the nurse that Hayes' condition suddenly worsened one afternoon. He was playing with his friends in the entertainment room inside the hospital and said it was playing. He was just watching. In the end, Hayes didn't even see the sunset that day.

In the advanced stage of pancreatic cancer, it was only four months from diagnosis to leaving the world. Hayes was only six years old.

Hugo couldn't help but take a deep breath, looked up at the dazzling sunshine, and the warmth in his eyes slowly dissipated in the scorching heat. Then he lowered his head and said to Neil with a smile, "Jenny will definitely be very happy to see the windmill. She said she likes the rainbow the most. Do you have a specially customized one?" Hugo also helped Neil start distributing the windmill. Jenny is a five-year-old girl who is being treated for the torture and pain of bone cancer.

Neil stood there in a daze, "Oh, I forgot." He patted his head depressedly.

"Forgot what?" A low voice came over and looked up. It was Fu Jin. Fu Jin had already changed into a costume, wearing a funny big bad wolf costume, and holding a wolf head in his hand. It was far from Fu Jin's usual image, which made people laugh.

Fujin felt Neil and Hugo's sight, raised his legs awkwardly, and muttered depressedly, "The clothes are still a little too small." Fujin's people are tall and big, and their clothes are rented due to their limited budget, so they obviously do not fit well.

Hugo couldn't help but chuckled, "It's okay, Neil forgot to make a rainbow windmill for Jenny." Hugo rummaged through the materials in the box, "Fujin, why don't you make one now?" Today's windmills are made of cardboard nails on reed poles, and they are all handmade.

Fujin raised the hood in his hand and responded in a low voice, "Oh", then took the hard card handed over by Hugo, sat cross-legged next to the stage, and started to make a windmill. Looking at Fujin's slightly clumsy movements because of his clothes, Hugo and Neil were both laughing a little.

"Hugo, can you come here to help?" Someone called out again in the distance. Hugo handed over the windmill to Neil and walked over directly. Here, Hugo is not a top superstar, but just an ordinary volunteer.

After finally getting ready, Hugo and Fujin were almost busy. They participated in the performance and gathered in the backstage to prepare for the performance, while others went to the inpatient department to bring the children out one after another.

Neil took a sip of water and looked around, "Have the other two people not here yet?"

After Hugo personally participated in the last charity event, he was deeply moved. Later, when he mentioned this matter with Fujin and Neil, they all expressed their willingness to come and contribute. As artists, they can use their fame and influence to contribute to charity; and as ordinary people, they can also become volunteers and contribute their own strength. Even if it is shallow, every additional volunteer like this will become a huge force.

Later they also called Pedro and Alfonso and sent an invitation. Recently, Glory had no activity until death. The five of them were busy with their own affairs, and the two of them simply nodded and agreed.

"What time did you notify them?" Hugo's eyes were still on his manuscript. Although it was just telling a fairy tale, Hugo still reads his manuscript very seriously and does not want to make mistakes.

"Nine:30." Neil looked at his watch. In fact, the event officially started at 10:30, and he came to prepare an hour in advance. It was already past 10:00 now.

"Maybe something has been delayed." Hugo looked up at Neil, and saw that there were already children coming down. "Neil, look, Jenny is here, you can take her the windmill over, she will definitely be very happy."

Neil hurriedly stuffed the mineral water bottle in his hand into Hugo's arms, then ran over quickly, and handed Jenny the rainbow windmill that had been prepared long ago.

Jenny sat in a wheelchair crookedly, with a thin gray blanket on her knees, curled up with her right hand at her waist, and took the windmill handed by Neil with her left hand. The brightest smile appeared on her tender face, and the silver bell-like laughter reached Hugo's ears along the sound of the wind.

Looking at that smile, Hugo could clearly feel the beauty of life and the greatness of life. Perhaps the feelings brought by this moment can also be called happiness. But why does happiness have a little salty taste?
Chapter completed!