Is He Really The Protagonist?

"All donated?" Xiao Li, who was typing, suddenly raised his head, with disbelief in his eyes, and his voice rose several degrees, attracting the attention of other people in the store.

Hong Qiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Bosheng. He did not expect that this young man would make such a decision.

But he was in a position of authority after all, so he kept his composure, glanced dissatisfied at the fussing assistant, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know how much money you will donate if you do this?"

Xiao Posheng looked indifferent: "I know. That's why I donated everything."

He is just a porter, and the works are not his own. He always feels uneasy about using other people's works to make money for himself, so he might as well use them to do some good deeds.

In the past, as long as the money for ordinary sales was to create conditions for myself, I couldn't let the horse run without giving the horse grass.

The horse is now full and does not need more grass.

As for money in the future, he is a person who controls spirits. He has missions and achievements in hand, so he has no worries about money.

In the two missions of Yunshan rescue and Soul Eater capture, he was credited with first merit. The merit he received was converted into money, which was enough for him to live a leisurely life for decades.

Although he has not yet reached the level of wealth that rivals the country, for a person like him who has no worries: money is really just a series of numbers.

Hong Qiang felt that he couldn't understand this young man. The clothes he wore didn't look like a famous brand, and his behavior didn't look like a child from a wealthy family. After all, rich people wouldn't take out three and a half cents from their pockets. lollipop.

But he was able to face millions in cash and more subsequent income, and said that he had donated without changing his face.

"Oh, I understand. It's hard to donate too much money, right? Then add another clause in the contract and set up a fund. This money and all my current and future profits from Xiaopo Station will be placed in the fund. in.

It is used to build schools in poor areas, support poor students in studying, and improve the facilities of orphanages. Just donate in the name of Xiaopozhan. "

Hong Qiang decided to persuade the child: "Do you know that the value of Hokage is enough for you to eat for a long time?"

Xiao Bosheng nodded: "I know. But this approach can create more value for society."

With the memory of Earth, he naturally knows what kind of achievements the Hokage will achieve.

"But what can you gain?"

"Peace of mind."

Xiao Li was about to say something, but was stopped by Hong Qiang. He said thoughtfully: "I underestimated you, now that you have made up your mind. Don't worry, I guarantee in my own name that the money will not be withdrawn." drift."

Xiao Bosheng nodded: "Then I'll trouble Brother Hong."

"It's a small matter, what's the name of the foundation?"

Xiao Bosheng thought for a moment: "Let's call it Xingchen."

Hong Qiang nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that Hong Qiang had no objection, Xiao Li didn't know what to say. He lowered his head and continued to modify the contract, but the shocked look on his face remained for a long time.

The three of them were silent for the next time. Only the sound of Xiao Li typing on the keyboard echoed on the table. Hong Qiang picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip from time to time. Looking at the young man opposite who was holding candy in his mouth and looking at his mobile phone, his expression became more complicated.

"Compared with you, I am really old. Brother Xiao, don't mind if I call you that."

Xiao Bosheng held the candy in his mouth, said goodbye to his young apprentice and put away his mobile phone: "Brother, you are doing this because I am senior to you."

"Haha, can I ask why? That's right." Hong Qiang looked at him and hesitated to speak.

"It's okay, brother, just tell me. I don't mind." Xingpu has only enhanced his observation ability, but he can't read minds. What's more, now that they are face to face, he can't inspire Xingpu to analyze what Hong Qiang is thinking. .

"Okay, let me tell you straight. I see that you are not a rich person. The mobile phone you use only costs more than a thousand dollars. Why do you have the idea of ​​donating all that money."

Xiao Posheng pondered for a moment: "I am an orphan and was raised by the director of an orphanage. When the old director picked me up at the entrance of the orphanage, there was only a piece of paper with my last name written on it. It's Xiao.

Later he named me Bo Sheng, which means indifferent and bright.

The orphanage is not big, and the old director is not a capable person. He worked hard to raise us children, but when he waited for the national policy and the funding from well-wishers, he failed to see all this.

When I was a child, the dean always loved to tell me the truth and the principles of life. Later, when he got old, he seldom spoke. He just lay on the deck chair in the courtyard of the orphanage, quietly watching us children play and watching us grow up.

The old dean was poor all his life, but he spared no effort to adopt children like us. I am not as great as the old dean, but since the money in my hand is enough for me to live comfortably, why not do something meaningful with the extra money.

Sheng is a word that describes light. The old dean never said why he gave me such a name, but I think he also wanted me to be the light for others like him.

I am just an ordinary person. The old dean gave me this abandoned child a name, and I must live up to this name. If I have the ability, I will do it. If I can do it, I will do my best. "

This is the memory of Xiao Bosheng on Earth, and the past of Xiao Bosheng on Blue Star. The two memories blend with each other and affect his values. Since he has inherited their memories and their past, he should shoulder the trust they carry.

Hong Qiang took a sip of coffee and said, "If the old man were a teacher, he would surely have students all over the world."

Xiao Bosheng threw the bare plastic rod in his mouth into the trash can: "It's already there."

The old man sows the seeds of fire, and a spark of fire sleeps underground, waiting for one day to start a prairie fire.

Because he is not the original Xiao Bosheng, he has never contacted his other brothers and sisters, but they must also be passing on the legacy they received from the old man in their own way, somewhere in this world.

During the conversation, Xiao Li had already drafted the contract and borrowed the coffee shop's printer to print it out quickly. Xiao Bosheng read it over and found that there was no problem. He signed his name and Hong Qiang also stamped the official seal he brought.

The two of them each collected their portions.

Hong Qiang stretched out his hand: "Happy cooperation, Brother Xiao."

"Happy cooperation, Brother Hong."

"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. It's dinner time, do you want to have a meal together?"

"Okay, I just saw on my phone that there's a good braised chicken here. I'm going to go there. Do you want to come with me?"

"Uh, that's okay." Hong Qiang was originally going to take Xiao Bosheng to the hotel where they were staying for dinner, but since he had already decided, let's eat this.

Xiao Li hesitated to speak, but the leader agreed, so what else could he say? Two social elites followed Xiao Bosheng into the small restaurant across the road, and each ordered a portion of braised chicken and rice for 16 yuan.

"Brother, don't tell me, this is really good."

"It's my first time to eat it too. I read it online, but it's too far away from where I live, otherwise I might eat it every day."

Xiao Li, who drank soda because it was so spicy, couldn't help but said: "Wouldn't you get tired of eating it every day?"

"No, good things are worth tasting again and again."

Hong Qiang swallowed the chicken in his mouth: "Brother, your words and actions really make people think that you don't look like a twenty-year-old young man."

"What's wrong, there's a line in the poem. It's just a young man who doesn't know what it's like to be sad, so he talks about it in order to compose new lyrics. Compared with people who really have stories, I'm young and frivolous. To put it bluntly, I'm called middle school."

"Hahahaha, I haven't heard this poem before. Was it also said by the old dean?"

Xiao Bosheng paused for a moment, "Good guy, I forgot that the culture and history of Blue Star is different from that of Earth," and immediately agreed: "Yes."

"Brother, why is your online name Xingchen? Because of what you said just now, I guess this online name also has a deep meaning." Hong Qiang brought up another topic.

Xiao Posheng finished picking up the remaining rice in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and said, "Brother, you guessed it right. Of course there is a reason why I gave this name."

Hong Qiang finished his meal and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth: "I would like to hear the details."

“You can see many stars in the night sky, although their light is very weak. Compared with the real sun, they are like fireflies and the bright moon.

But most of the stars we can see are one star, the 'sun' of a certain galaxy, shining light on a certain planet in a place where humans cannot observe it.

For the creatures on that planet, this is their sun, not the inconspicuous stars in our eyes.

But I am not a star, I am just a glimmer of light on the horizon, trying to match the ray of light of the stars. The name of the stars is meant to remind yourself to never stop moving forward. "