For more than an hour, Wen Xi didn't even have time to stop and take a breath. Fortunately, she could still move her hands with both hands, otherwise her hands would have been numb.
"Could you please sign with your left hand?"
As the book signing was coming to an end, a fan gently placed the book in his hand on the table and asked timidly.
Wen Xi had been using his left hand all the time and was just about to switch to his right hand when he heard this request from fans. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Is there any difference between the left and right hands?
"Well, I... I've heard a little about you. I know that your right hand was injured, so you have to paint with your left hand," the fan explained a little awkwardly, "I envy you for being able to paint so well with your left hand..."
Just as the other person was speaking, Wen Xi noticed that the girl only had her left hand, and the long sleeve on her right hand was empty.
Jianwenxi seemed to notice her own difference and the girl lowered her head even more.
"My hand..." the girl paused and continued, "I lost it in the earthquake a few years ago. I was so scared at the time, I felt like I was a cripple and there was no point in living anymore... Later, I was selected to participate in the Paralympic Games. I've been training for a few years now, but I haven't achieved any results..."
At this point, the girl raised her head and looked at Wen Xi with burning eyes, as if she saw hope. Her voice rose a few degrees with excitement, "You are my idol now, Sister Xi! I, I also want to be like you and train my left hand to be as good as my right! That's why I want you to sign for me with your left hand... just as a motivation for myself."
Wen Xi was silent for a moment and then asked, "What are you training for?"
"Yu, badminton."
Wen Xi nodded, opened the book the girl had placed on the table, signed his name with his left hand, and quickly drew a simple sketch in the blank space.
There are two stick figures playing ball. What's different is that both of them use their left hands.
"I also like playing badminton. We can have a sparring match if we have the chance, but I'm probably no match for a professional athlete like you."
"No, no... no," the girl blushed and waved her hands quickly, "I'm not a good player at all. I'm always at the bottom of the team."
"You can do it."
"Ah?" The girl looked at her blankly, as if she didn't understand the meaning of her words.
"Xiaoyou, right?"
"yes."
"Listen." Wen Xi stood up, closed the book, and handed it to the girl who looked obviously a little inferior. He said word by word, "There's no need to envy me, and there's no need to look up to me. As long as they are willing, everyone can become their own idol. You, of course, are no exception."
“I, I…”
Become your own idol, become your own idol... The girl murmured repeatedly, and it took a while before she finally understood what Wen Xi meant.
"I understand, Sister Xi. I will definitely work hard. Just wait and see!"
One day, she will be able to train her left hand to be as good as Sister Xi's, and become as outstanding as this beautiful young lady. She will no longer complain about herself, no longer feel sorry for herself, and become her own idol!
After this little episode, Wen Xi always insisted on signing books with his left hand.
If anyone needed some strength, her tiredness was nothing.
Because the scene was so popular, the event was extended for more than an hour before it came to an end.
A fan wearing a mask refused to leave after signing autographs and kept blinking at her. Wen Xi initially thought that the other person had an eyelid cramp, but only realized it after hearing the sound.
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