Liucheng, Central Hospital.

The white building stood there, without any change, Bao Shiyi stood at the door of the hospital with a smile, it was not the first time he had come to this place related to life and death.

He experienced two lives and deaths in this place before and after.

Once because he saved people, and once because he killed people.

Twice on the operating table desperately rescued, nothing more than three, so is there a last time later, what will be the reason for his death in the end, and whether there is a chance to lie on the operating table to be rescued,

Looking at the hospital, for some reason, such a strange thought flashed through Bao Shiyi's mind.

The thought appeared, Bao Shiyi shook his head with a smile, feeling that his thoughts were really a little funny, and glanced at his daughter who was still sleeping quietly on his shoulder, smiled, with a smile on his face, and turned his eyes, but he saw the gate of the hospital, the little boy stood there looking at him, as if he wanted to come over and say something, but he was a little scared and nervous.

Bao Shiyi looked at the little boy, grinned, beckoned, and motioned for the little boy to come over.

The little boy glanced at the grandmother behind him, then walked towards Bao Shiyi, lowered his head slightly, and whispered, "I, I'm afraid." ”

I'm afraid?

Such sudden two words are very strange, but Bao Shiyi is what these two words mean.

Here's the answer.

In the hospital just now, the answer to the question asked by Bao Shiyi.

Grandma is not afraid of death, so are you afraid?

The little boy lowered his head, with maturity that did not belong to the child, and whispered: "I'm afraid, grandma will also die, so that I will be an orphan." ”

"Dad, he died, he fell to his death on the construction site. ”

In order not to continue to be poor and do dangerous work, he died in an accident.

Listening to the little boy's words, for some reason, the words that the old man said just now suddenly appeared in Bao Shiyi's ears.

"Mom doesn't want me anymore, I, I'm afraid of grandma, grandma is gone......"

The little boy's voice grew lower and weaker, just like that, his head bowed, unwilling to let people see his reddened eyes, but the choked and sobbing voice revealed the fear and anxiety about the future, about death.

Bao Shiyi reached out and touched the little boy's head, and comforted him softly: "Everything will be fine." ”

The old lady walked out and looked at Bao Shiyi with gratitude in her eyes.

When the little boy saw his grandmother coming, he stretched out his hand to pull the old lady, wiped away the tears on his face, and looked up slightly at Bao Shiyi.

"Thank you, really...... Thank you. ”

The old man was very grateful to Bao Shiyi in his heart, and under such gratitude, he could only say thank you.

"Linzi, thank you, uncle. ”

When the little boy heard his grandmother's words, he looked at Bao Shiyi and whispered, "Thank you, uncle." ”

Uncle?

"Don't scream—"

For some reason, Bao Shiyi heard the little boy call his uncle, and subconsciously was about to say "brother", but he remembered that he was already a father, and now he was holding his daughter in his arms, so he smiled dumbly and shook his head.

It seems that he is really old.

Bao Shiyi stretched out his hand and touched the little boy Linzi's head, just as the elders said to him when he was a child, and said with a smile: "It's really good." ”

The little boy was a little shy, his head bowed, and a smile appeared on his face.

……

……

Liucheng, Nanzhong Street.

"Eleven, what's wrong?"

Bao Shiyi looked at Zhou's mother and suddenly shouted, "Mom." ”

Mother Zhou was stunned for a moment, puzzled with surprise, and looked at Bao Shiyi in a daze, and then couldn't help but say: "This seems to be the first time you called my mother, and I have always been the mother-in-law who has been shouting before." ”

Hearing Zhou's mother's words, Bao Shiyi was in a trance for a moment, he really didn't shout the word "mother"?

Bao Shiyi threw off the thoughts in his head, sat beside Zhou's mother, and looked at it like that, without speaking.

Mother Zhou felt a little strange, and was talking to Xiaoxiao, when she saw Bao Shiyi sitting next to her and didn't speak, she was very strange, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong, is there something wrong?"

Bao Shiyi sat next to Zhou's mother, and said naturally: "Mom, Zhou Yun and I haven't had a wedding yet, I want to hold a wedding for the two of us, what do you think?"

"Okay. ”

"I haven't told Zhou Yun about this yet, and I plan to surprise her. ”

Mother Zhou was naturally very happy when she heard Bao Shiyi's words, nodded with a smile, and said, "I will definitely not tell her." ”

Bao Shiyi also smiled and said: "There is one more thing, that is, I want to donate my manuscript fees and copyrights." ”

Zhou's mother was stunned, she was very surprised that Bao Shiyi would suddenly make such a decision, of course, it was just an accident and surprise, if Bao Shiyi really wanted to donate her money, even if she wanted to oppose it, it would be useless.

"Why did you suddenly think of donating it? Your copyrights aren't low at all!"

This is not what Zhou's mother said casually, you must know that Bao Shiyi has always been at the top of the income list of Chinese writers, and it can even be said that it is very high in the world, and that "Harry Potter" alone can be said to be firmly at the top of the list of rich writers.

Not to mention those other works, the film and television copyright of Bao 11's work has always been the highest price in the circle, even if the price is very high, there are still many film and television companies who want to win the copyright.

Just like "Twilight" not long ago, it was favored by foreign film and television companies, and the price offered was also very high. Of course, the hottest of this is "Harry Potter", a global revenge society.

The royalties alone are really very high, so that many well-known writers in China can only sigh.

……

Bao Shiyi smiled and said, "It's not sudden, it's just that a lot of my manuscript fees were given to the welfare institute before, and I thought about it before." ”

Those works can keep him alive, and if he can, he naturally hopes to let others live.

Maybe you can't change anything, but like the kid who keeps throwing fish into the sea on the beach, someone cares.

Those works are not his, he just lives on those works, as for the manuscript fee, the sky-high copyright and the like, if possible, it should give those who die like poverty a glimmer of hope to live.

Mother Zhou listened to Bao Shiyi's words, and then looked at the smile on Bao Shiyi's face, it really didn't seem like a sudden decision, she was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but say: "If you think about it yourself, I will support your decision." ”

"Don't worry, Zhou Yun will also support you. ”

At this point, Zhou's mother still has confidence in her daughter, and believes that Zhou Yun will not be dissatisfied because Bao Shi donated all the money, she has always known that Zhou Yun cares most about Bao Shiyi, not any other external objects.

Bao Shiyi smiled and peeled an apple, handed it to Zhou's mother, and said, "I know, because you are my mother, and she is my wife." ”

Zhou's mother knows in her heart that Bao Shiyi will donate the manuscript fee and copyright, although she will go back to the past from a billionaire overnight, but Bao Shiyi will definitely not let herself live a hard life with Xiaoxiao's mother and daughter, which Zhou's mother still knows in her heart.

This is also the reason why Zhou's mother did not object, because in her opinion, it is enough money, and donating it can help other people, which is very good.

……

Mother Zhou smiled and took Bao Eleven's apples and asked, "I'm still curious, why do you want to donate all of them this time, usually not waiting for yourself to die and donating naked?"

Bao Shiyi smiled, didn't answer Zhou's mother's words, just said: "Maybe it's because I saw it, and then I thought about it." ”

Whether it is the mother who killed her son, or the grandchildren in the hospital, or that sentence, people die because of poverty.

If he could, he didn't want it, or he wouldn't see it again, even though he knew it would be difficult.

……

Obviously, Bao Eleven would not know that among those weak and cowardly, someone's anger will only draw a knife and slash at the weaker.

The poor people who are suppressed in those bitter seas will vent their anger and hatred in their hearts to the weaker people, which have been suppressed, have been piling up, and one day that negative energy value will burst out, maybe tomorrow, or the next second.

So, who will be the weaker ones?

Bao Shiyi's gaze fell on Xiaoxiao on the side.

Xiaoxiao seemed to find that her father was looking at her, and she also giggled and looked at Bao Shiyi, smiling innocently.