【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Your words to comfort the little ghost are quite unique." The wanderer followed the girl with his arms crossed, watching her writing and drawing on a piece of paper. "He is in a very good mood now."

"Well... it's not really consolation," the girl sketched for a while with the pen in her hand, "'Compassion' is actually a very valuable quality. It's the purest kindness... But Xiaocha is too young. He can't handle this kind of emotion for the time being."

The girl thought for a moment, her hands moving non-stop:

"But there is nothing we can do. There are many people in the world who cannot handle the feeling of sympathy. They feel that it is sentimental, weak, and useless for success... Of course, some people also think that sympathy is too tiring. They are already very tired, and they have to waste time on other people's affairs..."

"It's just charity from someone in a high position."

"..."

The girl paused and looked up at the wanderer with a hurt look in her eyes. She clearly didn't say anything, but the wanderer seemed to hear the girl's accusation of "How could you do this?"

"...I'm just talking nonsense, okay?"

"Ah."

The girl didn't seem to want to argue. She just nodded softly and lowered her head to continue doing her own thing.

The wanderer tilted his head and looked at the girl boredly, with the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Hmm...they really are from two completely different worlds.

The curve of the corners of his mouth first became straight, then slowly rose, becoming sarcastic.

If I stay with a saintly lady like this, I will definitely be changed, right?

Feel......

Maybe not bad.

The wanderer rested his chin on the girl's shoulder, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at the girl's hand that was still writing:

"doing what?"

"I'm writing some lists... Anyway, the Immortal is checking inside, so I don't have anything to do."

"This name..."

The wanderer put his hand around the girl's waist and tapped on the paper:

"Did you have a quarrel with that brat?"

"Yes," the girl nodded, "these names are all children who have been hospitalized for a long time and are seriously ill in this hospital."

The girl pointed to the checked names:

“These are normal families… or a little more stressed.”

"Ok?"

The wanderer raised his eyebrows:

"Miss Notre Dame wants to sponsor them?"

The wanderer subconsciously wanted to say something, but the look in the girl's eyes flashed through his mind, and the words on his lips turned around and swallowed:

"Well, that's not bad."

The girl rubbed her head against the wanderer's face:

"I want to provide financial assistance - but, as you said before, there are probably a lot of sick children in the world, right?"

The girl's pen tapped on the paper:

"If, if we only support a few of them, it won't be enough, right?"

"If I donate all my assets, set up a foundation, and then use the wealth to support wealth..."

The girl stroked her chin and thought - she had to admit that Pantalone was very generous, so her idea of ​​setting up a foundation on her own was not a fantasy. With the blessing of the earth veins, even if she had never practiced financial management, she could have a good business vision.

“When there is sufficient funding, we will invest in researching new drugs and medical devices – maybe they will really be saved.”

"How is it?...Why, why are you staring at me?"

"Ok?"

The wanderer's eyes fell on the girl's face - she would probably never realize how intoxicating she was at this moment.

To be fair, it was actually a naive idea to set up a foundation of considerable size on one's own. If someone else had proposed this idea to the wanderer, he might not have taken it seriously at all, or even laughed at it.

No, apart from her, perhaps no one else would have this idea.

The wanderer looked at the girl with such tenderness and frankness that the girl felt a little embarrassed. She covered half of her face with a notebook and looked away slightly:

"Hey, what do you mean by just staring and not saying anything?"

"Well...I like what you mean."

The wanderer did not look away, which was a rare display of honesty.

In fact, it’s not completely honest.

Because he still hadn't said half a sentence -

Maybe you really are the savior.

“However,” the wanderer regained his composure and patted the girl on the head, “If it’s a foundation in the name of an individual, it’s not well-known enough and probably not many people would believe it.”

“It would be difficult to maximize benefits if we invest in the name of an institution.”

"Ok?"

The girl tilted her head - she really hadn't thought of this. She lowered her head in distress and immersed herself in the earth veins to look for information.

In this case...

"if!"

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up:

"If there was an agent influential enough—?"

"Well, it's not impossible," the wanderer paused, thinking that the following words were not necessary, but he still added, "But you have to think that if you do this, you will be invisible in this career of fame and fortune for a long time, and people will most likely not remember you."

"okay."

There was no obvious sadness or joy in the girl's voice, only a sense of relief. Suddenly, the girl raised her head again and looked at the wanderer:

"Will you remember it then?"

This is a very bizarre question, there is no need to ask it, right?

Although he thought so in his heart, the wanderer still answered the girl:

"of course."

"So—do you have a choice?"

"Ah--Is there any?"

The two were chatting casually when the door of Zhaixiacha's ward opened. The immortal's face looked a little gloomy, and the two of them felt their hearts hanging in the air.

"... Immortal, why don't you just tell us straight? We are mentally prepared."

Xun Guinaqi's face always had a kind smile that was detached from the world, but at this moment her expression was heavy, so heavy that the girl's breathing stagnated at this moment. She slightly opened her lips, waiting for Xun Guinaqi's response.

"I don't know..."

I don’t know what…?

This time even the wanderer couldn't contain his anxiety and leaned towards Xun Guinaqi, as if this would allow him to hear more clearly what she was going to say next.

Seeing the solemn expressions of the two people, Xun Guinaqi suddenly chuckled, which made the two people a little at a loss. They turned their heads and glanced at the small figure of Mao Mao lying stealthily on the crack of the door.

"I wonder if you two are willing to give up and let Xiaocha practice with me."