What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

In the next few months

Because Lu Jinan didn't seem to have any abnormalities, Lu Xingming gradually felt relieved, thinking that maybe the illness was not that serious.

He also gradually focused on his studies. He now only wanted to finish his studies as soon as possible so that he could take over the company's affairs and share the burden with his brother.

Lu Jinan has not been sticking to Lu Xingming for some time. He does charity work and visits art exhibitions from time to time. He has almost handed over the company's affairs to a few subordinates whom he particularly likes.

Although he doesn't know much about finance, he has a strong ability to judge people. The so-called division of labor and cooperation make work not tiring. In ancient times, he was destined to be an emperor.

Why should you take charge of the whole situation and exhaust yourself to death when you can direct others to do better things?

"Brother Lu, Brother Lu is here!!"

The little girl at the door was squatting and counting ants when she suddenly saw Lu Jinan getting out of the car.

He ran up excitedly and wanted to pounce on Lu Jinan.

When Lu Xingming behind him saw the naughty kid who almost fell to the ground and was about to pounce on his brother, he immediately hugged her in advance.

"Brother Lu, I want Brother Lu to hug me!!"

"Stop making so much noise! ​​My last name is Lu too, and I'm also Brother Lu, so why can't I hug him?"

Looking at the two children, one big and one small, arguing, Lu Jinan shook his head helplessly, patted the little girl's head and said.

"Yes, this is also Brother Lu. Xiao An, don't make a fuss. Say hello to your brother, okay?"

The little girl's eyes flickered as she looked at Lu Xingming.

"Hello, brother! You are also Brother Lu, so are you Brother Lu's younger brother? Then I will call you Little Brother Lu!"

Lu Xingming was a little overwhelmed by the little girl's enthusiasm. She quickly nodded and put her back on the ground.

When he looked at Lu Jinan again, he was no longer there.

He was in a hurry to find Lu Jinan, but the little girl behind him kept chattering behind him.

"Little Brother Lu, why do you look different from Brother Lu?"

"Brother Xiao Lu, are you here to play with us too?"

"Brother Lu can teach us to read. What can little Brother Lu do?"

Lu Xingming finally found Lu Jinan while listening to the little girl's chatter.

I saw an elderly and kind man holding a very small boy and talking to Lu Jinan.

He saw Lu Jinan squatting down and holding the little boy's hand, saying something. The man in front of him had his fine hair blown up by the breeze, and a jade-like smile was on his brows. In the bright morning light, his pupils looked like dots of ink, and they looked even more crystal clear and translucent.

He had always felt that Lu Jinan was a very gentle person, even though his brother's gentleness before was only superficial and his inner heart was hard to see through. But now he could feel the gentleness emanating from the depths of his brother's soul, making him feel a lingering warmth all over his body.

The words of a dying man are good.

Thinking of this, Lu Xingming hurriedly said "Pooh, Pooh". His brother was fine now, so why was he thinking about something unlucky?

When he looked at Lu Jinan again, he was already walking towards him.

"What are you thinking about? You're so engrossed!"

Lu Xingming shook his head and said nothing.

Lu Jinan seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. He didn't care whether Lu Xingming spoke or not, and just continued talking.

"I just recommended you to the dean to be the art teacher in the academy."

Lu Xingming interrupted hurriedly,

"I can't do it"

Lu Jinan smiled and pulled up his wrist.

"Don't refuse yet, come with me to a place"

Lu Jinan pulled Lu Xingming to an exhibition corridor where many children's handmade paintings and abstract paintings were hung.

He took him to the center and let Lu Xingming see for himself.

At first, Lu Xingming didn't recognize it, but then he realized that this was the portrait he had drawn for his brother when he was a child. There were also paintings of their family, and of him and his brother, as well as some very childish paintings of a flower, a house, and a tree...

Why does he still keep these?

Lu Xingming believed that his brother actually didn't like him very much when he was a child. Although he would protect him when other children bullied him, every time he showed his brother the certificates and high-scoring test papers, his expression was indifferent, even though he could see the rewards given to him by his brother at the head of the bed every time he woke up the next day.

He looked at the paintings and memories came back to him.

"Brother, today the teacher taught us to draw small flowers and big trees. The teacher said I have a talent for drawing!"

A proud smile appeared on the little kid's face.

"When I learn more, I want to draw my brother, my parents, and our home. In the future, I will draw many, many things! I want to become a famous painter!"

The little child was giggling non-stop, but saw the brother in front of him trying to hold back his laughter and handing him a candy in his palm.

"Then the little painter, please draw your brother first."

From then on, he practiced painting every night in his own small room.

But he drew his father and his mother, but he was not satisfied with his brother.

He wants to draw the best-looking brother before his birthday!

The scene ends here. He wondered how his brother could have kept these things. After all, he thought that the relationship between the two brothers should have ended last year.

"Can the great painter take care of the children in the orphanage?"

When Lu Jinan's voice sounded in Lu Xingming's ears, he was just filled with shame and anger.

How can we take the ambitions we had as children seriously? !

Although he really likes painting now, but...

“They should hire better teachers.”

"But I think our A Ming is a very good teacher."

Lu Jinan tilted his head and smiled.

"I just want them to be exposed to more courses that other kids have, so they know they're just like any other kid. You're just like any other kid."

Lu Xingming smiled. He thought he was the only one who knew he was sick. It turned out he knew too.

"Is it okay, Ming?"

A pair of clear eyes looked at him with a gentle smile in them, which made him unable to look away for a moment.

He agreed as if he was possessed by some unknown force.

But when he was painting with that group of children, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.

Lu Jinan was very pleased to see Lu Xingming and the group of little kids having fun together.

This doesn't get along well!

When he is gone in the future, this place will become a place he cares about, so that he will have another worldly bond. Moreover, this way, the sponsorship of the orphanage will have another permanent meal ticket!