Chapter 113: Noble lily

　　 Charles was very surprised. Lily had been with him for such a long time. This was the first time I asked him for a salary.
　　 "What did you need to buy before, didn't you just drag me to buy it?"
　　 Lily lowered her ears to tell Charles that she saw James' wife handing out stale bread to the poor Yeongdo refugees, and she wanted to do the same.
"Mr. Charles, let's help them. They are so poor. I saw that some people are so hungry that they go to the trash and pick up things that mice don't eat to fill their stomachs. It's so pathetic." Lily held Charles's finger. Shaking like a baby.
　　 "So many people, can you help me?"
　　 "Then...that can help one person, it's really uncomfortable to be hungry, and let me tell you that there have been so many dead people in the sewer recently."
　　 Charles thought for a while, and handed a check with the amount written to Lily, "This is your money, don't take it all out, let the kid Dip open an account in the bank for you."
　　 "Thank you, Mr. Charles, you are so kind!" Lily excitedly grabbed the check, and quickly left with her mouse friends.
　　 "Do we have enough money? Just fetch the bear kids for fun." Richard's voice sounded in his mind.
　　 "That's the salary she deserves, no matter how she uses it, the echo is useless to us, besides, we won't stay here long," Charles finished speaking and took out the drawing board and started painting.
　　 Richard's voice disappeared from his mind, Charles's prosthesis suddenly moved on its own, picked up another paintbrush and started to bow left and right.
　　 Two brushes were constantly filling in the drawing board, and gradually a family of four laughing and laughing appeared on the drawing board.
　　 But except for the one young man inside, the faces of the other three are very hazy.
　　 Charles thought that Lily's affair was over, but he didn't expect his gunner to come back that night crying very badly.
　　 "What's wrong?" Charles put down the paintbrush in his hand and asked the white mouse who was wiping his tears.
　　 "Woo, they... they robbed me of my bread... I asked them to pick it up one by one. They wouldn't listen to me, and they would steal my money..."
　　 "Are you okay?" Charles grabbed Lily in his palm and checked it in and out with his tail.
　　 "It's okay, my friends bit them. Why is Mr. Charles? I obviously helped them." Lily, standing upside down, asked Charles.
　　 Seeing that Lily was not hurt, Charles put her on the ground, "There are not so many why, don't go next time, save those echo coins to buy snacks for yourself."
　　 Hearing what Charles said, Lily frowned and sat on the carpet playing with her tail. She really didn't understand why this happened. She was clearly helping them, so why should they grab their own bread.
　　 A little bit of time passed, and the brown rats next to them had already crossed the carpet and closed their eyes, but Lily still couldn't understand.
　　 Seeing Lily's tangled look, Charles shook his head, put down the paintbrush in his hand, grabbed her in the palm of his hand, and walked to the window and opened the window
　　 "Do you think that these people should be thankful to you if they see them pitifully helping them?"
　　 "Yes, they are hungry. I give them something to eat. Shouldn't they say thank you? Good people do this."
　　 "Who told you that a poor person is a good person? Some people can no longer care about what is good and what is bad in order to survive, and some people have done their best to live alone."
　　 Charles looked at a seven or eight-year-old beggar on the street with a blade of a sailor's clothes. There was no childishness in his big bright eyes, and he was full of greed for money.
　　 The next second the beggar's behavior was discovered by the sailor. The sailor lifted the little beggar up and threw it to the ground. Regardless of the thief's young age, he raised his right foot and kicked it directly on his chest.
　　 In the face of this horrible scene, the surrounding crowd was very indifferent, and they just dispersed a little to avoid splashing the blood from the thief’s mouth on him.
　　 The blood-spitting thief tremblingly crawled towards an old man smoking a cigarette beside him, his lips opened as if begging for something.
　　 The old man glanced at him indifferently, threw the cigarette in his hand into the sewage in front of the boy, stood up, turned and left.
"In this world, we can only protect ourselves. At most, we can protect the people around us. Other people's affairs, we don't manage well, they look pitiful, but in this world, who is not pitiful? In the world itself is suffering."
　　 Charles's hand followed the smooth hair on Lily's back.
　　The white mouse standing in the palm of Charles's hand held his paw tightly, watching the thief who was not interested in the ground.
　　 Just when Charles thought he had convinced his gunner, Lily squeaked a few times, and the brown rats lying on the carpet quickly rushed out.
　　 Soon, Charles saw those mice quickly dragging the little boy on the ground into a corner of the street.
　　 Lily moved Charles's hand away, raised her head to face Charles and shook her head vigorously. "Mr. Charles, you are wrong. Dad told me that a person lives in this world not only for oneself, but people help each other to make the world a better place!"
　　 Lily jumped from Charles's palm to the ground~EbookFREE.me~ and said emotionally: "Even if they don't say thank you, I will help them! Mr. Charles, don't stop me!"
　　 Looking at the little mouse's blasted hair, Charles chuckled lightly. "I won't stop you. If you want to do it, then you go. Just remember to buy some fish and mushrooms for those people. This will help everyone. Bread is too expensive. The cheapest black flour is also freshwater. from."
　　 Lily was taken aback at first, then nodded vigorously, turned and rushed out the door.
　　 Looking at the lively street outside the window, Charles slowly exhaled, Lily's character is more noble than him.
　　The events of that day passed quickly in Charles's heart, no matter what Lily did in relief work, as long as she was happy.
　　 But as time passed a little bit, a legend began to spread in the port area.
　　 A legend about rat angels. It is said that rat angels are the patron saints of street children and beggars. They will give food to the hungry children.
　　 "Good job this time." In the warm room, Charles said to the white mouse holding an oyster next to him.
　　 Lily smiled hehe. "I took advantage of their sleeping time and sent them one by one, so that the food I sent was delivered to everyone, and no one was hungry."
　　 Charles continued his paintings to make Lily happy, and the money was worth the money.
　　 "Mr. Charles, what do you go to the beach while you sleep?"
　　 Lily's words, let Charles' paintbrush pause, "Did you see me going to the beach? When?"
　　 "Yeah." Lily nodded her head. "My friends have seen you several times and quickly jumped over from the roof."