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Before Mo Meng could recover from the fact that her eyes had grown back, she heard that the doctor had not only recovered her eyes, but also her hands.

Mo Meng stared blankly at his hands that were still bandaged.

This, is this true?
"How about your mother remove the bandage on your hand?" the doctor said.

Under the guidance of the doctor, the adoptive mother gradually removed the bandage on Mo Meng's hand.

As the bandage was removed, Mo Meng also saw his hand clearly.

To be honest, Mo Meng had never seen what her injured hands looked like, because when her hands were injured, she could no longer see her eyes.

But just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean you don’t know it.

How many times late at night, she touched the other hand with one hand, carefully counting the scars left on it.

The scars and mutilations are proof that she will never be able to paint again.

Perhaps because she had touched them so many times, a picture of what those injured hands looked like had formed in her mind.

But, it is definitely not the hands in front of me now.

How to describe the hands in front of me, white jade flawless?

Yes, that's the description. There is no trace of scars or defects, as if these hands have not been injured at all before.

And the skin color also turned white.

These hands are no longer incomplete and ugly, but complete and perfect.

Her hands moved, trying to feel what it would feel like to have them whole again.

"Mengmeng, do you want to draw? How about you draw a picture for your mother, okay?" At this time, the adoptive mother unexpectedly took out her old drawing tools.

In front of her was a drawing board, and what was handed to her was a paintbrush.

This set of tools was put away after her hands were destroyed.

"Come on, Mengmeng, take it." Under the expectant gaze of her adoptive mother, Mo Meng slowly stretched out her hand and took the brush.

The moment he held the brush, Mo Meng felt as if something in his life was more complete.

It seemed that he not only held the paintbrush, but also held her dreams, her life, and her future.

Her body also seemed to be instantly injected with power, as if a machine that had stopped moving was starting to move again.

After adjusting the color on the palette, holding the brush well, and applying the color, the white drawing board begins to have colors and shapes...

Mo Meng painted specially and seriously. The doctor and adoptive mother didn't say anything, but watched carefully.

When painting the painting of her adoptive mother, Mo Meng did not have to visit her, she just started painting naturally.

The image of her adoptive mother has long been in her heart and is unforgettable.

She just sketched it out one stroke at a time.

She drew a picture of the breakfast shop at home, with steaming baskets of steamed buns and dumplings on the steamer...

It depicts pedestrians who come to buy breakfast, as well as a mother who is busy in front...

Her forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat. She didn't stop and kept busy.

The strands of hair on his forehead were accidentally scattered because he was too busy.

She didn't even have time to care.

But there was a smile on her face.

She seemed to be still talking to someone in the breakfast shop, and the expression in her eyes was full of tenderness and compassion.

Oh, talking to her.

Of course, there is not only mother but also father in the breakfast shop, and he is also helping.

She sketched out the appearance of her deceased father bit by bit, including the wrinkles on his face.The facial features and expressions are vivid, and for those who don’t know, I thought they were drawn based on a living person.

However, if you are not good at drawing, then even if you have a real person standing in front of you, you will not be able to draw the profound things in front of you.

The adoptive mother watched her husband being sketched bit by bit under her daughter's paintbrush, and tears fell on the spot.

Mengmeng still remembers her father.

Perhaps, even if some people are no longer alive, they have never really died because there are still people who remember them.

As long as there are still people who remember him, he is alive and will always live in their hearts.

After finishing the last stroke, Mo Meng slowly raised his head and looked at his mother.

At this moment, Mo Meng burst into tears at some point, but she didn't notice it.

The adoptive mother reached out and held Mo Meng in her arms.

"Mom, my hand has recovered." Mo Meng's voice was slightly trembling.

"Yes, mom saw it, and our Mengmeng's hands have recovered."

"Mengmeng, our suffering is over. From now on, we, mother and daughter, must live a good life. I believe we will live better and better. Your father will bless us in heaven."

After hearing these words, Mo Meng couldn't control it anymore. Tears poured down his eyes and he cried loudly.

In fact, she didn't cry in the past few years, which was also the reason why she lost her eyes.

And now, she finally cried.

Like a child who had been wronged and finally understood and comforted, she vented the uneasiness and grievances she had accumulated in her heart for a long time.

"Cry, cry, mom is with you."

After crying, everything will clear up and the future will be smooth and beautiful.

In fact it is.

Mo Meng picked up the paintbrush again. With the encouragement of her adoptive mother, she chose to repeat her senior year of high school and take the college entrance examination again.

In this year's college entrance examination, Mo Meng fought on this battlefield with her paintbrush. Finally, with excellent results, she was admitted to Huaqing Academy of Fine Arts, which is the most famous art school in China.

Mo Meng went to university in Jingshi to continue her studies in fine arts, while her adoptive mother gritted her teeth and rented a small store in Jingshi to continue selling breakfast.

The mother and daughter had already made an agreement in their hearts that they would stay together for the rest of their lives.

University, for Mo Meng, is undoubtedly a place where her dreams can be realized and her talents can be displayed.

Not long after entering the university, due to her talent, she was quickly accepted as a disciple by a man who was a professor at a Beijing university and well-known in the international art world.

Later, under the guidance of the teacher, Mo Meng's ability in painting improved by leaps and bounds.

In subsequent domestic and international art competitions, she won awards and her reputation grew.

Especially her pair, Breakfast Shop and My Parents, won international gold medals.

It also made her mother's breakfast restaurant famous in Beijing.

Countless people were moved by the deeds of her adoptive parents and rushed to her adoptive mother's breakfast shop to buy breakfast.

And Mo Meng's adoptive mother was also very good at making breakfast, so a virtuous cycle was formed, and there was an endless stream of customers coming to the store.

In her free time, Mo Meng would also come to the breakfast shop to help her mother.

Their lives are developing in a very good direction...

Both the adoptive mother and Mo Meng were grateful to the hospital and the attending doctor countless times. Only their persistence and the kind of treatment drugs they provided made the mother and daughter as happy as they are today.

Although the first half of her life was full of drama, ups and downs, and even absurdity, Mo Meng was still grateful to those who had helped them...