The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

"Xingxing is like a completely different person now!"

As Dr. Lin spoke, her face betrayed her excitement. After composing herself, she spoke again.

"Although she still doesn't talk much, her eyes are clearly different. Mengmeng is truly amazing!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Yumin subconsciously turned her head and looked out the window. Under the cherry blossom tree, the traces of where the two children had sat the night before remained. She smiled slightly, a hint of melancholy on her face: "She only gave Xingxing a moon and a sincere heart."

a few days later.

The morning sunlight streamed into the art studio through the sheer curtains. Mengmeng was standing on tiptoe, spreading a stack of white paper on the low table, and then carefully arranging the crayons by color. Today was the day she and Xingxing had agreed to start learning to draw rainbows.

The door was gently pushed open, and Xingxing stood in the doorway, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, looking somewhat tense.

He was wearing the sky-blue T-shirt that Mengmeng had chosen for him.

Since that heart-to-heart talk under the moon, Xingxing has started to accept the clothes Mengmeng prepared for him, although he still stubbornly cuts off all the tags, perhaps still wanting to protect himself in this way.

"Xingxing! Come quick!" Mengmeng turned around instinctively after hearing the door open, and waved excitedly when she saw it was Xingxing, her ponytail swaying slightly with the movement.

Xingxing's eyes lit up slightly, and then he slowly walked into the room. His gaze carefully swept over every corner of the room, finally landing on the table covered with papers. The little boy stood a step away from the table and did not come any closer.

Mengmeng was used to Xingxing's caution. Instead, she naturally picked up a red crayon, drew an arc on the paper, and said with a smile, "Look, this is the top color of the rainbow. Do you want to try it?"

Xingxing listened to Mengmeng's words, then her gaze unconsciously fell on the red color, and finally she shook her head.

“It’s okay,” Mengmeng said, handing over a new sheet of paper and placing the red crayon on the edge of the table. “You can watch me draw first.”

She slowly drew a rainbow, humming a nursery rhyme she had learned in kindergarten as she drew.

After finishing the drawing, Mengmeng sighed dramatically, "Oh dear, my purple is crooked! Star, can you help me fix it?"

Mengmeng deliberately drew the purple parts crookedly, then looked at the stars expectantly.

This is a little trick Xie Yumin taught her: give Xingxing a chance to "help" instead of directly asking him to participate. This might make it easier for Xingxing to accept.

as predicted.

Xingxing hesitated for a moment before finally moving closer to the table. He picked up a purple crayon, his fingers turning white from the pressure. He stared at the crooked spot Mengmeng had drawn and carefully added a straight purple line.

"Wow! You drew it so straight!" Mengmeng exclaimed sincerely after Xingxing finished the drawing, and even began to clap her hands eagerly.

"It's much better than mine!"

Upon hearing these words, Xingxing unconsciously smiled slightly, a fleeting moment that Mengmeng still caught.

This is progress for both of them!

If we just take it slow like this, everything will get better!

Over the next few days, Mengmeng drew pictures with the stars every day, from simple rainbows to clouds, and then to cherry blossom trees.

Xingxing's progress was slow, but each time she held the pen, she was more steady than the last, and she stayed still for a longer time.

On the fifth day, when Mengmeng entered the art studio, she found Xingxing already sitting at the table with a piece of paper spread out in front of her, covered with drawings of moons.

On the sixth day, there was a full moon, a crescent moon, and a moon half-hidden by clouds... Although the lines were delicate, each moon conveyed a strange emotion, as if telling a story.

"Stars! Did you draw all of these?" Mengmeng asked in surprise after carefully examining the drawings.

She nodded, then pointed to one of the full moons and softly explained, "Mom."

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng suddenly understood.

The stars and the moon are his way of commemorating his mother. He actually misses his mother very much, but he doesn't know how to express it.

Thinking of this, Mengmeng felt a lump in her throat, but she took a deep breath and forced back her tears.

Mengmeng remembered her mother's advice: no matter what, she should be strong in front of the stars and not let the stars be sad too.

After calming herself down, Mengmeng spoke again, offering sincere praise.

"They are beautiful."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mengmeng seemed to remember something and asked疑惑地问, "Can we hang them on the wall?"

Xingxing's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again, and she shook her head slightly, as if rejecting him in this way.

He carefully folded the drawing paper and stuffed it into his pocket. Xingxing was still adamant; after all, it was his treasure, and he didn't want to share it with anyone except Mengmeng.

That afternoon, when Xie Yumin came to the art studio to pick up Mengmeng, she found the two children sitting on the floor with crayons of various colors scattered around them.

Xingxing is drawing a new picture, while Mengmeng watches quietly from the side.

Xie Yumin stood quietly at the door, not wanting to disturb this heartwarming scene.

She noticed that Xingxing's expression was exceptionally focused when she was drawing; her lips were slightly pursed, and there were tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. But the little boy seemed oblivious, completely absorbed in the drawing in front of him.

Xie Yumin looked closely and then noticed that he had drawn a cherry blossom tree under the night sky, with two small figures under the tree. Although the proportions looked a bit off, the bright moon was drawn exceptionally vividly, as if it were really shining on the paper.

"Thank you, Mom!" When Mengmeng looked up, she saw Xie Yumin at the door and jumped up excitedly. Then she couldn't wait to show off her drawing of stars.

"Look at how the stars are drawn! Aren't they amazing?"

After Xingxing realized what was happening, he immediately hugged the painting to his chest and looked at Xie Yumin warily, worried that the other party would hurt him. But this time, he did not shout and scream as emotionally as before. He just seemed to be nervously waiting for something.

Xie Yumin slowly approached, squatted down a short distance from the stars, smiled, and extended her hand to the little boy in front of her, asking, "May I take a look? It's okay if it's inconvenient for you."

Xingxing hesitated for a long time before finally turning the painting towards Xie Yumin, but she didn't let go, still somewhat wary.

Xie Yumin didn't say much, but instead focused her gaze on the painting in front of her, appreciating it carefully, and was also deeply moved by the emotions expressed in the painting.

After a moment, Xie Yumin came to her senses and couldn't help but sigh.

“Stars, you drew them so well,” she said softly. “Especially the moon; it reminds me of the night sky I saw last night—it was so beautiful.”

Xingxing's eyes widened slightly in surprise after hearing these words, seemingly not expecting Xie Yumin to understand what he was trying to express. The little boy slowly lowered his guard, put the painting back on the floor, pointed to one of the two little figures, and then pointed to Mengmeng.