Chapter 1318: Meaning of life
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Hugo looked at the little Jenny in front of him. He was speechless, thinking that he couldn't say a word. He never knew that he would be asked by a child's word, even if he searched his entire mind. Can't find a suitable answer to respond to Little Jenny.
Hugo was like an idiot. He avoided his sight in a panic. He tried to open his mouth twice to make a noise, only to find that he didn't know that he should 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 birth, old age, sickness and death always made Hugo weak. Even to this day, he still cannot forget the pale face on the night Zhang Xiaoye died.
"Jenny, do you know what death is?" Hugo slowly straightened her back, and plucked up the courage to look at the little girl's emerald green eyes. At this moment, those emerald-like eyes were filled with helplessness and peace. At a loss, Hugo's defense was easily defeated.
Little Jenny nodded, squirming her lips and said, "I will never see my mother again, and I will never be able to play with other friends. But I don't want to..." Little Jenny lowered listlessly I lost my head and mumbled sadly, "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 clogged in his throat, Hugo looked away in a panic, not wanting the embarrassment in his eyes to be seen by Little Jenny. He should be strong, he should encourage Little Jenny, and he should give Little Jenny what he hopes. But he found...every vocabulary is so difficult.
Hugo felt a person approaching, and then squatted down. When he turned his head, he saw the sadness and haggardness of Jessica Hansen's face. Jessica gently held the curled right hand of Jennie. "Jenny, do you know that your mother and friends certainly don’t want you to leave, and they don’t want to be separated from you. You are so beautiful and no one is willing to take you. Therefore, you will not be separated from your mother. Without you, my mother will be very painful..."
Jessica’s gentle but urgent words caused the tears in Little Jenny’s eyes to slide down one by one and onto the back of Hugo’s hand. The hot temperature almost burned his skin, but he could only Stiff in place.
"Is this really the case? But why did Hayes leave? Is Hayes dead? Is he dead?" Little Jane asked with tears streaming down her face, with the weak and immature words again and again. It leaves all adults speechless.
Hugo awkwardly wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks, but the tears couldn't stop, and they fell one by one. Even if he knows that he and Jenny are just strangers, he is just a passer-by in Jenny’s life, a volunteer with a code name. After this, he will disappear in Jenny’s life, but Jenny is Struggle constantly on the death line.
But it is this fact that hurts Hugo even more. It turns out that his hard work and persistence are nothing but sympathy from Jenny's point of view. For him, it was just a simple afternoon, but for Little Jenny, it was one of the few moments in her short life worth remembering. From then on, the two people were unrelated strangers. So indifferent, so cold, so cruel, Hugo has 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 Little Jenny, but the words got stuck in her throat, her face was incomprehensible, 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, do you know? Hayes is going to see God, he will live a happy life in heaven. There, many friends played with him."
Little Jane was stunned and gradually calmed down, and then she tried her left hand to touch the colorful windmill, but she didn't have much strength in her hand, and finally slipped off and landed weakly on the back of Hugo's hand, which was light and fluttering. His bone is almost like a feather.
Hugo frantically wiped the tears from his cheeks and smiled hard, but the mist in his eyes made his vision blurred. Hugo took the windmill down and put it in Jenny's hand. Gently holding Little Jenny's left hand, trying to force, but worried that she would accidentally break this small glass-like hand, she could only do her best to warm Little Jenny with the temperature of her palm.
"Hugo..." Little Jenny's weak voice rang in a low voice, with a smile on the corners of her mouth, her green eyes covered with a thin mist, and she looked at Hugo's face with hope, "You Say, does God like a good boy the most? Hayes is a good boy. He always takes medicine obediently, and he talks to me when I am sad, and he doesn’t cry even when I hang a 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 only a belief, but also a sustenance and dependence. If God can really give these fragile lives enough strength to persevere, Hugo is also willing to believe in Jesus. The existence of Christ.
"Of course," Hugo had a bright smile at the corner of his mouth, but the tears couldn't stop, he smiled stupidly 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 fell like broken pearls. "Hugo, I'm really a bad boy. Today I got an injection and cried, no Obedience made my mother sad, and it made the nurse also sad. I am a very bad, very bad child. So, can God not take me away? Can't he let me stay?"
Little Jennie’s words completely broke Jessica. She buried her cheeks in her hands, and tears fell on the ground through her fingers, mottled with water. The nurse who had long been accustomed to life and death stood aside, and couldn't bear to look away, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down.
Hugo looked at the despair and sadness in Jenny’s eyes, and couldn’t help clenching the fist of her left hand, then clenched it again; while holding her right hand, she patted the back of Jenny’s hand and adjusted her breath a few times. Let yourself be able to speak smoothly, "Jenny, do you know? I used to think that my life had come to an end, all my opportunities were over, I almost gave up. But I did not, I gritted my teeth and persevered. ."
"Will that be painful?" Little Jane asked sobbing, her watery eyes widened.
"Yes, it was painful, and it was so painful that I couldn't help crying." Hugo's words made Little Jenny chuckle, but the smile was so weak that Hugo couldn't bear to cry anymore. Pulling out an ugly smile, "But I persisted, waiting until the opportunity appeared again, and then walking towards my dream all the way to the present. Jenny, do you have a dream?"
Little Jenny lowered her head for a moment, and then gently touched the rainbow windmill in her hand, "I want to be a pilot."
"Pilot, this is a great dream." The smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth bloomed completely. Although tears were still falling on his cheeks, the hope in those eyes bloomed from the bottom of my heart. "So, you should work towards your dreams, do your best to fight hard, let yourself get closer to your dreams, and get closer..."
"But what if I fail?" Little Jane asked earnestly. Although there were still tears in her eyes, the tears never slipped down.
"Then enjoy the process of approaching." Hugo squeezed little Jenny's hand gently. "But Jenny is really good, becoming a pilot? This is much better than me. So, I believe 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 knows that he has always known that there are too many people in this world who need help. Don't say that from the perspective of a saint to illuminate the world, there are countless people around him waiting for assistance. Hands. People who have experienced natural disasters and are waiting for their families to rebuild, people who have suffered from famine and drought and can't afford to eat, people who have suffered from diseases and can't do anything... just like the thin but strong souls in front of them.
The eldest of these children is only fourteen years old, and the youngest is only three years old. Their lives are not even the beginning, but they stumbled on the starting line. No matter how magnificent the family background, no matter how large the network background, it is as helpless in the face of illness, not to mention that there are many impoverished families and even the most basic life of their children is already very difficultFor Hugo In other words, it may be just a matter of effort, or it may be just a check, but it can help ten or twenty families; it can also help advance disease research and drug development, which can even help thousands of families. Hugo clearly knows that his current achievements and net worth have his own effort factors, but in the final analysis it still comes from these ordinary people, so he needs to use practical actions to repay.
Charity, even if it is for a show, even if it is for peace of mind, it also requires the accumulation of every power, because one after another seemingly small power can be gathered to change the world. But the responsibilities are multiplied by the ability. Hugo has not really felt the weight of this burden until today.
Watching the nurse pushing the back of Jenny away, Hugo just stood there, motionless. Suddenly, the colorful windmill stretched out from the left side of the wheelchair. As the nurse pushed the wheelchair forward, the windmill began to blow slowly. From slow to fast, it turned gently like this, and the colorful colors changed. Formed into a fuzzy ribbon, bathed in sunlight looks like a real rainbow.
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Hugo looked at the little Jenny in front of him. He was speechless, thinking that he couldn't say a word. He never knew that he would be asked by a child's word, even if he searched his entire mind. Can't find a suitable answer to respond to Little Jenny.
Hugo was like an idiot. He avoided his sight in a panic. He tried to open his mouth twice to make a noise, only to find that he didn't know that he should 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 birth, old age, sickness and death always made Hugo weak. Even to this day, he still cannot forget the pale face on the night Zhang Xiaoye died.
"Jenny, do you know what death is?" Hugo slowly straightened her back, and plucked up the courage to look at the little girl's emerald green eyes. At this moment, those emerald-like eyes were filled with helplessness and peace. At a loss, Hugo's defense was easily defeated.
Little Jenny nodded, squirming her lips and said, "I will never see my mother again, and I will never be able to play with other friends. But I don't want to..." Little Jenny lowered listlessly I lost my head and mumbled sadly, "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 clogged in his throat, Hugo looked away in a panic, not wanting the embarrassment in his eyes to be seen by Little Jenny. He should be strong, he should encourage Little Jenny, and he should give Little Jenny what he hopes. But he found...every vocabulary is so difficult.
Hugo felt a person approaching, and then squatted down. When he turned his head, he saw the sadness and haggardness of Jessica Hansen's face. Jessica gently held the curled right hand of Jennie. "Jenny, do you know that your mother and friends certainly don’t want you to leave, and they don’t want to be separated from you. You are so beautiful and no one is willing to take you. Therefore, you will not be separated from your mother. Without you, my mother will be very painful..."
Jessica’s gentle but urgent words caused the tears in Little Jenny’s eyes to slide down one by one and onto the back of Hugo’s hand. The hot temperature almost burned his skin, but he could only Stiff in place.
"Is this really the case? But why did Hayes leave? Is Hayes dead? Is he dead?" Little Jane asked with tears streaming down her face, with the weak and immature words again and again. It leaves all adults speechless.
Hugo awkwardly wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks, but the tears couldn't stop, and they fell one by one. Even if he knows that he and Jenny are just strangers, he is just a passer-by in Jenny’s life, a volunteer with a code name. After this, he will disappear in Jenny’s life, but Jenny is Struggle constantly on the death line.
But it is this fact that hurts Hugo even more. It turns out that his hard work and persistence are nothing but sympathy from Jenny's point of view. For him, it was just a simple afternoon, but for Little Jenny, it was one of the few moments in her short life worth remembering. From then on, the two people were unrelated strangers. So indifferent, so cold, so cruel, Hugo has 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 Little Jenny, but the words got stuck in her throat, her face was incomprehensible, 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, do you know? Hayes is going to see God, he will live a happy life in heaven. There, many friends played with him."
Little Jane was stunned and gradually calmed down, and then she tried her left hand to touch the colorful windmill, but she didn't have much strength in her hand, and finally slipped off and landed weakly on the back of Hugo's hand, which was light and fluttering. His bone is almost like a feather.
Hugo frantically wiped the tears from his cheeks and smiled hard, but the mist in his eyes made his vision blurred. Hugo took the windmill down and put it in Jenny's hand. Gently holding Little Jenny's left hand, trying to force, but worried that she would accidentally break this small glass-like hand, she could only do her best to warm Little Jenny with the temperature of her palm.
"Hugo..." Little Jenny's weak voice rang in a low voice, with a smile on the corners of her mouth, her green eyes covered with a thin mist, and she looked at Hugo's face with hope, "You Say, does God like a good boy the most? Hayes is a good boy. He always takes medicine obediently, and he talks to me when I am sad, and he doesn’t cry even when I hang a 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 only a belief, but also a sustenance and dependence. If God can really give these fragile lives enough strength to persevere, Hugo is also willing to believe in Jesus. The existence of Christ.
"Of course," Hugo had a bright smile at the corner of his mouth, but the tears couldn't stop, he smiled stupidly 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 fell like broken pearls. "Hugo, I'm really a bad boy. Today I got an injection and cried, no Obedience made my mother sad, and it made the nurse also sad. I am a very bad, very bad child. So, can God not take me away? Can't he let me stay?"
Little Jennie’s words completely broke Jessica. She buried her cheeks in her hands, and tears fell on the ground through her fingers, mottled with water. The nurse who had long been accustomed to life and death stood aside, and couldn't bear to look away, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down.
Hugo looked at the despair and sadness in Jenny’s eyes, and couldn’t help clenching the fist of her left hand, then clenched it again; while holding her right hand, she patted the back of Jenny’s hand and adjusted her breath a few times. Let yourself be able to speak smoothly, "Jenny, do you know? I used to think that my life had come to an end, all my opportunities were over, I almost gave up. But I did not, I gritted my teeth and persevered. ."
"Will that be painful?" Little Jane asked sobbing, her watery eyes widened.
"Yes, it was painful, and it was so painful that I couldn't help crying." Hugo's words made Little Jenny chuckle, but the smile was so weak that Hugo couldn't bear to cry anymore. Pulling out an ugly smile, "But I persisted, waiting until the opportunity appeared again, and then walking towards my dream all the way to the present. Jenny, do you have a dream?"
Little Jenny lowered her head for a moment, and then gently touched the rainbow windmill in her hand, "I want to be a pilot."
"Pilot, this is a great dream." The smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth bloomed completely. Although tears were still falling on his cheeks, the hope in those eyes bloomed from the bottom of my heart. "So, you should work towards your dreams, do your best to fight hard, let yourself get closer to your dreams, and get closer..."
"But what if I fail?" Little Jane asked earnestly. Although there were still tears in her eyes, the tears never slipped down.
"Then enjoy the process of approaching." Hugo squeezed little Jenny's hand gently. "But Jenny is really good, becoming a pilot? This is much better than me. So, I believe 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 knows that he has always known that there are too many people in this world who need help. Don't say that from the perspective of a saint to illuminate the world, there are countless people around him waiting for assistance. Hands. People who have experienced natural disasters and are waiting for their families to rebuild, people who have suffered from famine and drought and can't afford to eat, people who have suffered from diseases and can't do anything... just like the thin but strong souls in front of them.
The eldest of these children is only fourteen years old, and the youngest is only three years old. Their lives are not even the beginning, but they stumbled on the starting line. No matter how magnificent the family background, no matter how large the network background, it is as helpless in the face of illness, not to mention that there are many impoverished families and even the most basic life of their children is already very difficultFor Hugo In other words, it may be just a matter of effort, or it may be just a check, but it can help ten or twenty families; it can also help advance disease research and drug development, which can even help thousands of families. Hugo clearly knows that his current achievements and net worth have his own effort factors, but in the final analysis it still comes from these ordinary people, so he needs to use practical actions to repay.
Charity, even if it is for a show, even if it is for peace of mind, it also requires the accumulation of every power, because one after another seemingly small power can be gathered to change the world. But the responsibilities are multiplied by the ability. Hugo has not really felt the weight of this burden until today.
Watching the nurse pushing the back of Jenny away, Hugo just stood there, motionless. Suddenly, the colorful windmill stretched out from the left side of the wheelchair. As the nurse pushed the wheelchair forward, the windmill began to blow slowly. From slow to fast, it turned gently like this, and the colorful colors changed. Formed into a fuzzy ribbon, bathed in sunlight looks like a real rainbow.
...
...
Hugo looked at the little Jenny in front of him. He was speechless, thinking that he couldn't say a word. He never knew that he would be asked by a child's word, even if he searched his entire mind. Can't find a suitable answer to respond to Little Jenny.Hugo was like an idiot. He avoided his sight in a panic. He tried to open his mouth twice to make a noise, only to find that he didn't know that he should 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 birth, old age, sickness and death always made Hugo weak. Even to this day, he still cannot forget the pale face on the night Zhang Xiaoye died."Jenny, do you know what death is?" Hugo slowly straightened her back, and plucked up the courage to look at the little girl's emerald green eyes. At this moment, those emerald-like eyes were filled with helplessness and peace. At a loss, Hugo's defense was easily defeated.Little Jenny nodded, squirming her lips and said, "I will never see my mother again, and I will never be able to play with other friends. But I don't want to..." Little Jenny lowered listlessly I lost my head and mumbled sadly, "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 clogged in his throat, Hugo looked away in a panic, not wanting the embarrassment in his eyes to be seen by Little Jenny. He should be strong, he should encourage Little Jenny, and he should give Little Jenny what he hopes. But he found...every vocabulary is so difficult.Hugo felt a person approaching, and then squatted down. When he turned his head, he saw the sadness and haggardness of Jessica Hansen's face. Jessica gently held the curled right hand of Jennie. "Jenny, do you know that your mother and friends certainly don't want you to leave, and they don't want to be separated from you. You are so beautiful and no one is willing to take you. Therefore, you will not be separated from your mother. Without you, my mother will be very painful..."Jessica's gentle but urgent words caused the tears in Little Jenny's eyes to slide down one by one and onto the back of Hugo's hand. The hot temperature almost burned his skin, but he could only Stiff in place."Is this really the case? But why did Hayes leave? Is Hayes dead? Is he dead?" Little Jane asked with tears streaming down her face, with the weak and immature words again and again. It leaves all adults speechless.Hugo awkwardly wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks, but the tears couldn't stop, and they fell one by one. Even if he knows that he and Jenny are just strangers, he is just a passer-by in Jenny's life, a volunteer with a code name. After this, he will disappear in Jenny's life, but Jenny is Struggle constantly on the death line.But it is this fact that hurts Hugo even more. It turns out that his hard work and persistence are nothing but sympathy from Jenny's point of view. For him, it was just a simple afternoon, but for Little Jenny, it was one of the few moments in her short life worth remembering. From then on, the two people were unrelated strangers. So indifferent, so cold, so cruel, Hugo has 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 Little Jenny, but the words got stuck in her throat, her face was incomprehensible, 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, do you know? Hayes is going to see God, he will live a happy life in heaven. There, many friends played with him."Little Jane was stunned and gradually calmed down, and then she tried her left hand to touch the colorful windmill, but she didn't have much strength in her hand, and finally slipped off and landed weakly on the back of Hugo's hand, which was light and fluttering. His bone is almost like a feather.Hugo frantically wiped the tears from his cheeks and smiled hard, but the mist in his eyes made his vision blurred. Hugo took the windmill down and put it in Jenny's hand. Gently holding Little Jenny's left hand, trying to force, but worried that she would accidentally break this small glass-like hand, she could only do her best to warm Little Jenny with the temperature of her palm."Hugo..." Little Jenny's weak voice rang in a low voice, with a smile on the corners of her mouth, her green eyes covered with a thin mist, and she looked at Hugo's face with hope, "You Say, does God like a good boy the most? Hayes is a good boy. He always takes medicine obediently, and he talks to me when I am sad, and he doesn't cry even when I hang a 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 only a belief, but also a sustenance and dependence. If God can really give these fragile lives enough strength to persevere, Hugo is also willing to believe in Jesus. The existence of Christ."Of course," Hugo had a bright smile at the corner of his mouth, but the tears couldn't stop, he smiled stupidly 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 fell like broken pearls. "Hugo, I'm really a bad boy. Today I got an injection and cried, no Obedience made my mother sad, and it made the nurse also sad. I am a very bad, very bad child. So, can God not take me away? Can't he let me stay?"Little Jennie's words completely broke Jessica. She buried her cheeks in her hands, and tears fell on the ground through her fingers, mottled with water. The nurse who had long been accustomed to life and death stood aside, and couldn't bear to look away, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down.Hugo looked at the despair and sadness in Jenny's eyes, and couldn't help clenching the fist of her left hand, then clenched it again; while holding her right hand, she patted the back of Jenny's hand and adjusted her breath a few times. Let yourself be able to speak smoothly, "Jenny, do you know? I used to think that my life had come to an end, all my opportunities were over, I almost gave up. But I did not, I gritted my teeth and persevered. .""Will that be painful?" Little Jane asked sobbing, her watery eyes widened."Yes, it was painful, and it was so painful that I couldn't help crying." Hugo's words made Little Jenny chuckle, but the smile was so weak that Hugo couldn't bear to cry anymore. Pulling out an ugly smile, "But I persisted, waiting until the opportunity appeared again, and then walking towards my dream all the way to the present. Jenny, do you have a dream?"Little Jenny lowered her head for a moment, and then gently touched the rainbow windmill in her hand, "I want to be a pilot.""Pilot, this is a great dream." The smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth bloomed completely. Although tears were still falling on his cheeks, the hope in those eyes bloomed from the bottom of my heart. "So, you should work towards your dreams, do your best to fight hard, let yourself get closer to your dreams, and get closer...""But what if I fail?" Little Jane asked earnestly. Although there were still tears in her eyes, the tears never slipped down."Then enjoy the process of approaching." Hugo squeezed little Jenny's hand gently. "But Jenny is really good, becoming a pilot? This is much better than me. So, I believe 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 knows that he has always known that there are too many people in this world who need help. Don't say that from the perspective of a saint to illuminate the world, there are countless people around him waiting for assistance. Hands. People who have experienced natural disasters and are waiting for their families to rebuild, people who have suffered from famine and drought and can't afford to eat, people who have suffered from diseases and can't do anything... just like the thin but strong souls in front of them.The eldest of these children is only fourteen years old, and the youngest is only three years old. Their lives are not even the beginning, but they stumbled on the starting line. No matter how magnificent the family background, no matter how large the network background, it is as helpless in the face of illness, not to mention that there are many impoverished families and even the most basic life of their children is already very difficultFor Hugo In other words, it may be just a matter of effort, or it may be just a check, but it can help ten or twenty families; it can also help advance disease research and drug development, which can even help thousands of families. Hugo clearly knows that his current achievements and net worth have his own effort factors, but in the final analysis it still comes from these ordinary people, so he needs to use practical actions to repay.Charity, even if it is for a show, even if it is for peace of mind, it also requires the accumulation of every power, because one after another seemingly small power can be gathered to change the world. But the responsibilities are multiplied by the ability. Hugo has not really felt the weight of this burden until today.Watching the nurse pushing the back of Jenny away, Hugo just stood there, motionless. Suddenly, the colorful windmill stretched out from the left side of the wheelchair. As the nurse pushed the wheelchair forward, the windmill began to blow slowly. From slow to fast, it turned gently like this, and the colorful colors changed. Formed into a fuzzy ribbon, bathed in sunlight looks like a real rainbow.......
