Colorful years

As long as you have love and dreams in your heart, you will surely achieve them. And this love and dream are the most precious gifts his family has given him.

The next morning, Congcong woke up when the first rays of sunlight shone through the window onto his face.

He felt refreshed, as if he had grown up overnight. He knew that this was the strength and courage given to him by his family.

After getting up, Congcong began his day of rehabilitation training. Although the process was somewhat arduous, he never complained.

He knew that if he wanted to recover quickly, he had to keep exercising so that he could regain his health and rejoin his friends.

Even today, many remote rural areas still lack kindergartens, let alone in that era.

Therefore, Congcong did not receive formal preschool education during his childhood, but the vivid and interesting stories and fairy tales told by his grandparents and parents became an important way for Congcong to gain knowledge.

Congcong didn't have the opportunity to start formal schooling until he turned seven. It can be said that his childhood was not one of unbridled growth, but rather one of free and unrestrained development.

Time, that little old man, is always rushing by. It might leave us with some footprints, deep or shallow, or it might quietly leave nothing at all.

But for Congcong, time has been incredibly generous, showering him with amazing and delightful gifts along his journey of growth. It's either a gentle reminder or a stark warning; it's either a hidden reef or a smooth path; there are times of sadness and times of joy; there's the pain of failure and the satisfaction of success.

Before we knew it, half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

When they went to the health center for their last dressing change, the nurse gently removed the gauze from Congcong's head and was surprised to find that the wound had completely healed.

She was taken aback for a moment, then turned to Zhang Quan and said, "Grandpa, Congcong's wound has healed and he doesn't need any more medicine."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa hurriedly approached Congcong and carefully examined his grandson's injured head. Sure enough, just as the nurse had said, the wound had healed!

After bowing to the doctor and nurse to express their gratitude, the grandmother and grandson happily went home.

Back home, Congcong couldn't wait to pick up the small round mirror that his mother and sisters used for combing their hair, wanting to see what he would look like after his recovery.

However, once the photo was taken, the ugliness was revealed, and Congcong almost fell over.

When he looked at himself in the mirror, he was filled with disappointment and pain.

It turned out that a scar more than an inch long was left on his right forehead, resembling a hideous mark that was shocking to behold.

At this moment, the scar is so conspicuous and eye-catching. The once handsome and lovely boy seems to have disappeared, replaced by a sad-faced Congcong.

His heart ached as if it were being torn apart; tears welled in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back. A feeling of disappointment hung over him like a dark cloud, leaving him unable to find peace for a long time.

Moreover, from that day on, Congcong's reactions became sluggish, and he lost his former agility and quickness.

His verbal expression skills have also deteriorated significantly; his once fluent and considerate words have become stiff, harsh, and inarticulate. He seems to have become a different person, no longer the bright and clever child he once was.

How could it not change? After all, it went through a life-or-death ordeal, and being able to escape with only half a life is already a stroke of luck amidst misfortune!

The damage to the brain from such a severe blow to the head goes without saying.

Considering Congcong's behavior before and after this incident, it is clear that this accident not only left a hideous scar on his head, completely ruining his originally handsome appearance, but also caused extremely serious damage to his intelligence and emotional intelligence.

Congcong was originally exceptionally talented and clever, but due to this unexpected disaster, he became ordinary and unremarkable.

It can be said that if Congcong was a genius boy praised by everyone before this, then after this ordeal, he is just an ordinary child.

With such a huge gap, how can you expect Congcong to accept this cruel reality?

However, life does not stop because of one person's misfortune.

As the days went by, Congcong gradually realized that no matter how unwilling he was to face it, the scar and the decline in his intelligence were unchangeable facts.

At first, Congcong always tried to cover the scar with his hair, but no matter how hard he tried, the scar was always faintly visible, like an inescapable shadow that constantly reminded him of the disaster he had suffered.

Whenever he looked in the mirror, waves of pain and disappointment would wash over him, almost suffocating him.

Seeing Congcong become increasingly depressed, his family was extremely anxious.

Grandma would always secretly wipe away her tears, Grandpa would sigh all day long, and Mom and Dad would always look worried.

They knew that Congcong was experiencing an unprecedented storm within her, and the intensity of this storm far exceeded their imagination.