I finally found some work serving dishes and washing dishes, but for some unknown reason I was fired one after another.

She did a good job and didn't make any mistakes, but all the bosses drove her away like the plague.

With no other options, I had to listen to Aunt Lan's advice.

Awkward, stiff... When practicing just now, Wen Xi felt that his left hand was not his own and he had no control over it at all.

She wanted to give up countless times, but she was unwilling to do so.

I can't bear to see my father lying in bed forever because there is no good treatment.

I am unwilling to never be able to pick up a pen again, and live my life in a muddle with regrets.

The paintbrush fell again and again, and was picked up again and again.

I don’t know how many pens I’ve broken, how many sheets of paper I’ve wasted…

She finally trained her left hand to be more flexible than her right hand.

Behind the sweet after bitter lies hardships, pain, and unspeakable struggles that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

When her left hand could draw better pictures than her right hand, she was very happy and started to consign her paintings to Aunt Lan's shop.

However, the painting industry also requires experience and fame, and the income from consignment sales is extremely unstable.

In order to pay for her father's medical expenses, she started taking commercial illustrations.

The competition in this circle is also very fierce.

During the most difficult time, after paying the hospital bill, she couldn't even pay the rent for next month.

She had to take on a bunch of commercial manuscripts that she didn't like, constantly guessing what the clients liked and wanted, revising the manuscripts dozens or even twenty times, and it was common for her to be urged to submit manuscripts in the middle of the night.

She never complained so that her father and herself could survive.

Instead of complaining, you might as well think about how to make the draft better.

During that period, apart from taking care of her family, she kept accepting manuscripts, manuscripts, and more manuscripts.

She only sleeps less than four hours a day and often fantasizes about how nice it would be if she could go without sleep so that she would have more time to draw.

As she drew more and more drafts, she gradually fell in love with illustration and became a well-known illustrator in the industry.

After having a stable income, in addition to selectively accepting manuscripts, she also started her own creation.

After reading through countless documents and staying up all night, I finally completed a collection of illustrations based on the ancient book "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

At that time, the country was becoming increasingly powerful, and Chinese studies and the splendid culture of the ancient Chinese nation began to be popularized and loved by more and more Chinese people.

I don’t know if it was the right time, place, and people, or her talent, hard work, and luck, but the ink-and-wash style Chinese style illustration collection caused quite a stir as soon as it was released.

Her painting style is ethereal and lively, depicting the magnificent illusions of Chinese legends vividly and with a beauty that is breathtaking.

It is said that all things have spirits, and the spirit in her paintings is even more vivid.

Under her pen, those mysterious and strange beasts seem to come alive.

That indescribable magic makes people unable to take their eyes off it and just want to immerse themselves in it.

Anyone who has seen this collection of paintings will be shocked and will never forget it.

So beautiful.

It is an incomparable beauty.

"Mountains and Seas" became her representative work.

She became famous overnight.

But just then, my dad passed away.

The night before, she was still at his bedside, excitedly saying that he would be able to live a good life soon.

Unexpectedly, he never woke up after just a short nap.

She knew that he had been having a hard time, often falling into a coma, and was tortured by so many complications that he was living a life worse than death.