Chapter 27 (1/2)

Crying enough, Muqiqi slowly stood up from the floor.

Sleepless, she looked at the small meatballs curled up in the bed, and her tear stained face could not help laughing.

Really envy little star now carefree age, nothing to think about, nothing to care about, as long as happy.

She went to little star's desk, picked up the white paper and crayon, and began to describe the beauty in her heart.

Once upon a time, she was as carefree as the little star... Until her mother died of illness, her happiness ended.

Since then, she has been used to picking up a brush and painting her mother's image on white paper.

In the four years of studying abroad, she did not have any leisure at all. She drew illustrations for various publications in her spare time, not only to exercise her painting level, but also to earn a lot of living expenses and reduce grandpa's burden.

Even yesterday asked little star how to find her, little star God mysteriously told her the truth, she was quite surprised.

It turns out that the little guy saw her illustration named ”mother” in a children's book. When the little guy saw it, he decided that the mother in the painting was his mother, and then he imagined the author as a woman in the painting.

After that, I tried to find out the news about her. I learned that she took that flight back home that day. The little guy took the driver straight to the airport and gave her a perfect waiting for a rabbit.

After listening to Xiaoxing, Mu Qiqi thought it was a little inconceivable that her own painting had such great help to others, which made her more firm in the confidence of going further and further on the road of painting.