Almighty Star Daddy

The children’s innocent laughter came from the classroom of the second class. Now it’s free time to play. In fact, most of the time in the kindergarten small class is to play. All gathered around a small table.

   "Han Zhixuan, you said your father painted this?" Li Xiaohu stretched out his chubby head enviously, and wanted to touch the picture book on the table.

"Of course, my father told me the story while drawing it. I saw him draw it with my own eyes. My father is amazing." Xuan Xuan sat at the small table with a proud expression. Children are all around.

  Xuan Xuan has already told the children the story of "The Frog Prince" twice according to the picture book, but everyone is still reluctant to leave, and surrounded her with endless thoughts, wanting to read more hand-painted picture books. Xuan Xuan is a child who likes to share. She treats the picture book as a treasure for fear that it will be broken or crumpled. But the children wanted to see and touch, and she didn't mind.

"Xuan Xuan, your father is really amazing. I have never seen such a beautiful picture book in a bookstore." Le Yan cautiously squeezed to Xuan Xuan's side, putting her entire face on the picture book, close and careful Watching, for fear of missing a detail.

   "I think Dad Xuan Xuan must be a painter. My mother said that a painter can draw such a good picture book."

   "Nonsense, there are so many painters, why haven't we read the story books they painted."

   "Na Xuan Xuan's father must be a genius, genius is omnipotent."

The children praised her father around Xuan Xuan. This kind of praise made her happier than the praise she received in art class. Xuan Xuan raised her face slightly, "Of course my father is great. He is not only a painter, but also a Genius, there is nothing in this world that my dad can't do." The subject of every sentence of the little guy is my dad, and he doesn't conceal his little proud look.

"Xuan Xuan, can you lend me the picture book?" Zhang Mengmeng asked timidly. She is no longer satisfied with reading from a distance. She wants to touch the book closer. She likes the beautiful one on it. The little princess also has a frog that turns into a prince.

   "Of course." The little guy picked up the book carefully and handed it to Zhang Mengmeng who was standing behind.

  The children who had not dared to offer to borrow books before became excited and raised their little hands.

   "I want too, Xuan Xuan lend me a look, okay?"

   "I want to borrow too."

   "There is still me."

   "There is still me"

  "..."

  Zhang Mengmeng hugged the book in his arms, for fear of being snatched away by other kids who were eager to try.

"Well, lend it to you, don't grab, don't break my book." The little guy learned the tone of the teacher's speech, a serious command of the friends holding up their little hands, "You are the first, you are the second. Now, your third..." The little guy arranged the order of reading the books for each child without any hassle, and then took his seat proudly.

After the book was taken away, the children changed the battlefield with the book. Whoever took the book, the other people gathered around. They had all read it before, or the next one was to hold it by themselves, but they still couldn’t help but want to encircle it. Looking at it in the past, it was not enough.

Ding Rou had been standing in front of the classroom and observing the children's every move. The book Xuan Xuan brought was the first to go through, because as the head teacher, the things brought by the children must be reviewed first. I originally thought it was just a book. Ordinary storybook, but only when I hold it in my hand, I realize the difference.

  This is not an ordinary story book, but a very interesting book. It can be seen that the book is handmade. Every page of the picture in the book is painted by hand, including the bound cover. This painter is comparable to any picture book she has shown to her children. The most important thing is this picture book. She has never heard of the story told by "The Frog Prince".

  Ding Rou University majored in pre-school education. Naturally, I have read a lot of story books, but not only have I never read this story or even listened to it, she just checked it with her mobile phone curiously, and there is no information about this book. According to what Xuan Xuan said, this picture book was drawn by her father while telling it, so the story must have been original by Xuan Xuan's father.

Just watched it in a hurry, Ding Rou was watching the children in the class vying for the picture book by Xuan Xuan, and she was a little moved, and wanted to borrow it in the past. Now she should be able to read it in the line up for a while. When it was there, Ding Rou suddenly had such thoughts in her mind.

   "What do you think? Teacher Ding."

  Ding softly relaxed from his childish thoughts, only to realize that the principal was standing beside him, hurriedly smiling and saying hello, "President Wang."

  Wang Lei is in his sixties. He was originally the editor-in-chief of a famous children's magazine in Beidu. He devoted his life to preschool education. He wanted to enjoy a leisurely life after retirement, but was invited to be the principal of Golden Sun Kindergarten.

  Wang Lei smiled honestly and looked along the direction Ding Rou was gazing at, and found that the children were all around looking at something. A childish curiosity floated on his kind face, "What are the little guys looking at? So focused, it's much more serious than when the principal tells stories every week." After speaking, he laughed at himself.

  "They are reading a picture book."

"Haha." Wang Lei's honest laughter sounded again, and his chubby face had a few more wrinkles because of this smile, "What picture book is so good-looking than our own book in the kindergarten?" Everyone in the kindergarten He selected the books carefully. After a lifetime of preschool education, he dare to pat his chest and say that he is definitely the best in preschool books.

Knowing the confidence of the old principal, Ding Rou whispered a little embarrassedly, "It's an atlas drawn by a student's parent. It tells a story, and it should be the original original by this parent." Smile.

The old man's smiling expression suddenly froze on his face, and he looked at Ding Rou incredibly. Ding Rou nodded unnaturally, "It was really drawn by a parent. The child brought the book to school. That book is very popular." I was afraid of Lao Yuan. She couldn't hold back her long face, so she added, "At least this is the case now, but maybe the children are curious about new things, so they like to watch it." After this sentence, she felt far-fetched and she concealed herself with a laugh. Can't help it.

  Wang Lei usually laughs and is not anxious about anything. This time is different. Books are his life's career. He takes work seriously, and he walks to the children curiously.

  The little guys were immersed in the story of the little frog and the little princess, but they didn’t find the garden director standing behind them.

  "Can the kids lend me this book?" Wang Lei smiled kindly, with a very gentle tone, as if an older child asked to join the reading team of young children.

  The little guys turned their heads back and shouted in unison, "Grandpa principal."

  Wang Lei smiled and touched the little heads of the children close to him, "Can I lend it to Grandpa to see it?"

   "But we are queuing." Li Xiaohu said embarrassedly, because now it was his turn to watch, but he was not sure if the children in the back would be willing to jump in the line. "Why don't you ask Han Zhixuan, this is her book."

  Wang Lei looked at Xuan Xuan with questioning eyes, and the little guy nodded, agreeing that the principal, grandfather, stepped in and read her book first. Wang Lei smiled kindly and thanked the little guys.

Ding Rou hurried over to interact with the children and divert their attention so that they have other things to do now. The children are not so foolish. Although they play games with the teacher, their eyes look at the principal from time to time. Direction, because their most precious frog prince is still in the hands of the principal.

Wang Lei's eyes fell on the book, and his heart was tight. At first he thought this book was just a graffiti by a parent who had learned to paint, but when the first painting on the cover came into his eyes, the author The exquisite painting skills completely stunned him. This is definitely not a little understanding of painting, nor is it casual graffiti. Wang Lei turned to the first page with a complicated mood.