Half an hour later, Xiao Luo and Ji Siying arrived at the Tianci Welfare Institute in Xia Hai City. Although it was called a welfare institute, it was just an enclosed courtyard. The area was about the size of two basketball courts, and there was a three-story house built inside.
It was very shabby and old. It was an old house. Because it had existed for a long time, there were many cracks on the walls, and one wall was occupied by a large number of ivy.
In the courtyard, there was a group of children sitting on stone benches, basking in the morning sun, eating porridge in their hands. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were all girls, and they were all disabled. Some of them had deformed hands and feet, and some looked mentally abnormal … Their clothes were ragged, but they looked neat.
"These little girls are orphans who were abandoned by their families. Some of them were born with brain atrophy, some with cataracts, and some have to rely on blood transfusions to survive. Their parents couldn't afford the financial burden, so they sent them here. In addition to them, there are dozens of physically ill adults in the welfare institute who can't survive on their own. They are basically disabled people who can't even walk. They can only stay in bed in the room all day long." Ji Siying introduced the situation of the welfare institute.
The more Xiao Luo looked, the more he frowned. Was he cold-blooded? Of course, he was cold-blooded when dealing with the enemy, but he had his own moral scale in his heart. He could kill without blinking, but he could also feel incomparably sad because of some scenes, such as now.
At this time, an old man with white hair came out of the inner room. His clothes were patched, and he wore a pair of flip-flops on his feet. His arms and calves were exposed. His hair, eyebrows, and beard were all white.
It was the white-haired beggar, Hong Ji, whom he had met that day!
When Hong Ji saw Xiao Luo, his expression suddenly changed. His eyes were filled with fear, and he looked at Xiao Luo as if he was facing a great enemy. "How did you find me? You … What are you going to do? "
It was a sharp contrast to his calm attitude that day. He would never forget the night when Xiao Luo cut off his left arm.
"Don't be nervous. I mean no harm."
Xiao Luo walked up to him and glanced at his severed arm. The severed arm was now an empty sleeve. All sorts of feelings suddenly welled up in his heart. "Your left arm … I'm sorry!"
After that, he bowed deeply to Hong Ji.
If he hadn't seen this welfare institute and didn't know that Hong Ji was the director of the welfare institute, Xiao Luo wouldn't have such complicated emotions. He even regretted and blamed himself now. He could be very evil to evil people, but he couldn't be evil to people who loved charity. There was a saying, "You can be unkind, but please don't be evil to people who do good!"
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. "" Old man, your awareness makes me feel even more guilty. "Xiao Luo smiled bitterly.
Hong Ji was open-minded and laughed heartily. "Young people shouldn't be entangled in the past. You should look forward. Some things have happened. Entangling them won't change anything. If you always care about the past, how can you look forward to the future? How can you do your business?"
"If that day hadn't happened, I think we would have been friends." Xiao Luo found this old urchin very pleasing to the eye.
"Since you can come here, we are already friends." Hong Ji said.
"Is that so?"
"Of course!"
Hong Ji beamed and then made a gesture to the inner room. "Please come in. Although my house is shabby, there are still tea leaves for guests."
"You don't hate me?" Xiao Luo looked at him with burning eyes.
Hong Ji shook his head and sighed. "What's the use of hate? Can hate get my arm back? Can hate let the people in my orphanage eat and wear well?"
"You old man are very interesting. Whether you are telling the truth or not, this card is for you. The password is six eights. Take it as a little compensation." Xiao Luo took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Hong Ji.
"Young man, you have to start your own business. You don't have to do this. Take it back." Hong Ji waved his hand.
"You don't need it? The one million in this card should be enough for your orphanage to spend for a while. "Xiao Luo frowned.
"What? There's one million? "
Hong Ji heard this and couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. Then he quickly took the card and disappeared like a magic trick. He must have hidden it on his body. He also complained, "Why didn't you say there was one million in this card? I almost made a mistake!"
Uh …
Xiao Luo and Ji Siying were stunned at the same time. This change in style was too fast. Just a moment ago, he looked like an expert who didn't care about life, but in the next second, he became an old money grubber. This was too unexpected.
"Old man, you should at least maintain the image of an expert that you just established." Xiao Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just a moment ago, he said that money was just a worldly possession. "The image of an expert can't be taken seriously.
I originally thought that you were just a wage earner and didn't have much money on hand. Now it seems that your identity should be a big boss. So, didn't you just say that you would compensate me? Give me another million or one hundred thousand. Money, the more the better. I don't refuse. If possible, it would be best if you could fund the reconstruction of my orphanage. "Hong Ji rubbed his index finger and thumb with a bad smile on his old face.
One million or one hundred thousand? Rebuild the orphanage?
Xiao Luo's guilt dissipated in an instant. He joked, "Old man, aren't you a little too shameless?"
"Look at the way you speak, young man. It's really unpleasant to hear. You can't be like this in society. Otherwise, you will lose a lot of opportunities." Hong Ji said earnestly.
Xiao Luo ignored him. This was an old urchin. One moment, he was serious, and the next, he was frivolous. He didn't have a proper image.
"Old man Hong, this old man has come. Today, we will decide the winner and the loser, as well as the life and death!"
At this moment, a loud and clear voice sounded. It contained a strong inner force, and it shook people's eardrums until they felt a slight pain.
At the same time, a figure rushed in from outside the orphanage like a gust of wind. It was so fast that it left behind afterimages. Then, he stood in the courtyard. He was tall and dressed in white. He had a high nose and deep eyes. His face and beard were all white. His eyes were as sharp as knives and swords.
"Old poison, you came at the right time. I was just worried that I didn't have a place to vent my anger!"
Hong Ji put away his mischievous side and looked at the newcomer with a hint of madness in his eyes.
"Then come. It's time to end … Wait, why is your left arm gone?" The old man in white asked in surprise. The powerful aura on his body was temporarily restrained.
"I felt that it was in the way, so I chopped it off. Why, do you want to care about this? Are you my son? "
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