Hugo looked at the little Zhenni in front of him, and was speechless for a while, thinking that he could not say a word. He never knew that he would be asked by a child's words. Even if he searched his whole mind, he could not find a suitable answer to Xiao Zhenni.

Hugo was like an idiot, panicked and avoided his own sight. He tried to open his mouth and made a little sound twice, but found that he didn't know that he should explain "what is death" to the little girl in front of him, who was only five years old. To be more precise, he could not accept death himself. The fragility and incompetence in the face of birth, old age, sickness and death always made Hugo weak all over. Even today, he still could not forget the pale face on the night Zhang Xiaoye's death.

"Jenny, do you know what death is?" Hugo slowly straightened his back and plucked up the courage to look at the little girl's emerald green eyes. At this time, the pair of eyes that looked like jade were helpless and confused, and easily defeated Hugo's defense line.

Little Jenny nodded, squirming her lips and said, "I will never see my mother again, I will never be able to play with other friends. But I don't want to do this..." Little Jenny lowered her head listlessly and muttered with a sad face, "I don't want to be separated from my mother, and I don't want to be separated from other friends..."

All the words were blocked in his throat, and Hugo looked away in panic, not wanting the embarrassment in his eyes to be seen by Little Jenny. He should be strong, he should encourage Little Jenny, he should give Little Jenny hope, but he found that... every word is so difficult.

Hugo felt a man approaching, and then squatted down. When he turned around, he saw Jessica Hanson's sadness and haggard face. Jessica gently held Little Jenny's curled right hand, "Jenny, do 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 can bear to leave you. So, you won't be separated from your mother. If you don't, your mother will be very painful..."

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

"Is this really the case? But why did Hayes leave? Is Hayes dead? Is he dead?" Little Jenny asked in tears. The weak and tender words left all adults speechless.

Hugo wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks in a mess, but the tears couldn't stop, one after another. Even if he knew that he and Little Jenny were just strangers, he was just a passerby in Little Jenny's life, a volunteer with a code name, after that, he would disappear in Little Jenny's life, while Little Jenny had to struggle on the brink of death.

But it was this fact that even more painful for Hugo. It turned out that his efforts and persistence were nothing more than sympathy from the perspective of Little Jenny. For him, this was just a simple afternoon, but for Little Jenny, it was one of the few moments worth remembering in a short life. From then on, the two of them were strangers who had nothing to do with each other. So indifferent, so cold, and so cruel, Hugo had no power to fight back.

The nurse standing next to the wheelchair was also a little at a loss. She opened her mouth to persuade Xiao Zhenni, but her words were stuck in her throat, with an incomprehensible obscure face, but she turned her head after all.

Jessica looked at the little Jenny in front of her and was already sobbing, but she still tried to show a bright smile, "Jenny, do you know? Hayes is going to meet God. He will live a happy life in heaven, and there are many friends who will play with him."

Little Jenny was stunned and gradually became quiet. Then she tried hard to touch the colorful windmill with her left hand, but her hand didn't have much strength and finally slid down and landed weakly on the back of Hugo's hand. The light bone almost looked like a feather.

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

"Hugo..." Little Jenny's weak voice sounded low, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her green eyes covered with thin mist, looking at Hugo's face with hope, "You think, does God like good kids the most? Hayes is a good kid. He always takes medicine obediently, and he will talk to me when I am sad. He will not cry even with a drip, but comfort his mother. Does God like good kids like Hayes the most?"

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

"Of course," Hugo's mouth had a bright smile, but the tears could not be stopped. He smiled foolishly like a fool, "God likes a cute and well-behaved child like Jenny the most."

"But I'm not good, I'm not good at all." The tears in Little Jenny's eyes slid down like pearls with broken threads. "Hugo, I'm really a bad boy. Today I cried with an injection. My disobedient made my mother sad, and the nurse also made me sad. I'm a very bad kid. So, can God not take me away? Can't he let me stay?"

Little Jessica's words completely collapsed. She buried her cheeks in her hands, and tears fell down on the ground through her fingers, making a large patch of water stains. The nurse, who had long been used to separation from life and death, stood aside, and couldn't bear to turn her eyes away, breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down.

Hugo looked at the despair and sadness in Little Jenny's eyes, and the fist in her left hand couldn't help but clenched tightly, and then clenched it again; the right hand holding Jenny's little hand gently patted the back of Little Jenny's hand, and adjusted several breaths to make herself speak smoothly, "Jenny, do you know? I used to think that my life has come to an end, and all my opportunities have ended, and I almost gave up. But I didn't, I gritted my teeth and persevered."

"Will that be painful?" Little Jenny asked sobbingly, with her watery eyes wide open.

"Yes, that was very painful, so painful that I couldn't help crying." Hugo's words made little Jenny chuckled, but the smile was so weak that Hugo couldn't bear to cry anymore, so he could only make an ugly smile, "But I still persisted until the opportunity appeared again, and then walked towards my dream to the present. 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." Hugo's smile completely bloomed. Although tears still slid on his cheeks, the hope in his eyes bloomed from the depths of his heart. "So, you should work hard towards your dreams and try your best to get closer to your dreams and get closer..."

"But what if I fail?" Little Jenny asked seriously. Although tears were still shining in her eyes, the tears never fell down again.

"Then enjoy the process of getting closer." Hugo gently pinched little Jenny's little hand, "But Jenny is really amazing, becoming a pilot? This is much better than me. So, I believe Jenny can definitely do it, what do you think?"

Little Zhenni's little face covered with tears showed a shy smile, which was light, but it was infinitely warm. But this smile made Hugo feel extremely sad.

Hugo knew that he had always known that there were too many people in this world who needed help. Not to mention standing in the perspective of a saint, there were countless people waiting for help, right around him. People who were suffering from natural disasters and waiting for family reconstruction, people who were unable to eat due to famine and drought, and people who were helpless in enduring diseases and were incapable... just like these thin but strong souls in front of him.

The oldest of these children is only fourteen years old, and the youngest is only three years old. Their lives cannot be considered the beginning, but they stumble at the starting line. No matter how grand the family background and huge the connections are, they are still helpless in the face of diseases. What's more, there are many poor families that even have difficulty in maintaining the most basic life of their children.

For Hugo, it may be just a small task, or just a check, but it can help ten or twenty families; it can also help scientific research on diseases and drug development, which can even help thousands of families. Hugo clearly knows that his achievements and wealth are of his own efforts, but ultimately it comes from these ordinary people, so he needs to repay with practical actions.

Charity, even for show, even for peace of mind, requires the accumulation of every power, because one seemingly tiny force after another gathers, which can change the world. The greater the ability, the more responsibility it is. Hugo has only truly felt the weight of this burden today.

Watching the nurse pushing Little Jenny away, Hugo stood there, motionless. Suddenly, the colorful windmill stretched out on the left side of the wheelchair. As the nurse pushed the wheelchair forward, the windmill began to slowly blow, from slow to fast, and then gently rotated. The colorful colors turned into a blurred ribbon, bathing in the sun, looking like a real rainbow.
Chapter completed!