Opening Draw: I Lit up a Building

When he was sixteen, Zhuge had only one thought: Don't make my mother so tired. Single parent, delivery boy, working three shifts a day. There were calluses on her hands and there were oil stains between her fingernails that couldn't be washed away. When she smiles, the right corner of her mouth is higher than the left, which is more obvious when she is tired. Zhuge couldn't do anything until that night—— [The host's behavior of protecting the mother is detected, and the emotional value reaches the standard] [The lottery system of all heavens and worlds is being activated...] [The first lottery opportunity has been distributed] He drew "Photographic Memory". Then there are "Basic Combat Techniques", "Repair", "Psychology", "Night Vision", "Manual Dexterity"... There is also a strange prop called "Door", and time passes slower inside the door than outside. But these are not the most important. The most important thing is—— He repaired the lamp in the corridor that had been broken for three years. Then someone started stuffing things into his hands: Grandma Wang's eggs, Grandma Sun's dates, Sister Li's steamed buns, and Uncle Zhang's screwdriver. Someone started writing in his notebook: steps for braiding rope, tips for recognizing words, and ways to calm down for ten minutes after a quarrel. Some people began to sit at his dinner table and celebrate the New Year together. The building seemed to be lit up by him. --- Later someone asked Zhuge: What was the luckiest thing you drew? He thought for a while and said: "It's them." "It's everyone in this building." "It's my mother."