Almighty Star Daddy

  Wang Lei read carefully page by page, and was deeply attracted by the content of the story and the pictures.

It is not the first time that he has read a story book written by others, but most of the stories are told in large pages, and only a few of them are illustrations. Like this book, there are pictures on every page of the book, and the pictures can basically think of this. This is the first time Lao Wang has seen the book with the central meaning of the page.

  Children who have to know how to read can also easily tell a complete story by reading the book. It turned out that it was because of the pictures, and Wang Lei was lost in thought.

After returning the book to the children, Wang Lei returned to the office and dialed the secretary's number.

  ...

  Han Mo returned home. He sat alone at his desk, his eyes fell on the closed computer screen. The black screen could clearly reflect his appearance. This face has gradually become less unfamiliar.

After a short gaze, Han Mo leaned back heavily on the back of the computer chair and sighed a long sigh. There was a big contrast between the busyness in the past and the idleness now. Although it was only a few days, he was accustomed to the traveling Han. Mo feels uncomfortable. Recently these short-term jobs have been paid a little, and life is not a problem.

Han Mo sits upright, with one hand on the computer desk, and just touches the original owner’s ashtray. Han Mo himself does not smoke. Although he has the memory of the original owner smoking, his resistance to cigarettes has not changed. In the room He has already thrown away his cigarettes. This ashtray is Shu Ya’s first time abroad for filming, and he bought it to the original owner as a gift. It has a unique shape. It is a mouth with blackened teeth. As a souvenir, Han Mo didn't throw it away when he cleaned up the house.

The phone rang, and Han Mo didn’t want to take out the phone directly. An unknown number flashed on the screen. The phone number of the TV station had already been saved. Who is this? Is it from Happy Valley? .

  Connect the call.

  "Hello, this is Golden Sun Kindergarten. Are you Han Zhixuan's father?"

  Han Mo's nerves instinctively tense upon hearing this sentence, thinking that something happened to the child in kindergarten, he subconsciously stood up and looked serious, "Yes, I am her father, what happened to the child?"

  Han Mo is a calm person, but when he hears the child's name, he becomes flustered somehow, hanging up and down, this feeling is very strange.

   "No, there is nothing wrong with the child, the child is fine." The caller was a young woman who explained with a smile when she heard Han Mo's reaction.

Hearing the words that the child is okay, Han Moxuan's heart is considered to let go, but since it is not a child’s business, how could the kindergarten call him? After he was calm, he asked again, "Then this call is for ?"

"Our principal saw the "Frog Prince" you painted and was very interested. I would like to ask if you have time to come to the kindergarten and talk to you in detail." The female secretary secretly read the book before calling. , I think it’s great. Now I’m a little looking forward to what this omnipotent father is like.

Han Mo hooked his mouth. This little guy actually took the book to the kindergarten. Han Mo doesn’t care if he talks about books. The main reason is that he misses the child a bit. The child will live with his mother for some time in the future. , I can take this opportunity to look at the child.

   "Yes, I will pass now."

   "Come here now?"

   "Yes, now."

The female secretary was taken aback, but she didn’t expect Han Mo to agree so quickly. She thought the painter would be very busy, she should say to make an appointment, or ask the secretary to check the worksheet before giving another notice. She was ready to communicate again. She was a little surprised that the other party was so happy.

  The female secretary took the initiative to communicate with Han Mo briefly, and the phone was hung up.

Han Mo was so happy that he could see the little guy right away. Parents can only enter the kindergarten when their children are going to school, and it's just at the door. He has never seen his children in class. He really wants to see the children with his own eyes. The situation in class.

He has always felt that he is a person who can control his emotions. Even in this world, he can still control himself perfectly, so that his happiness and anger are not expressive, but as long as he thinks about things related to the little guy, Han Mo will unconsciously hook him. The corners of the mouth are full of happiness. Maybe this is the love of the father, the most and true feeling inherited from the original owner.

  ...

  Golden Sun Kindergarten entrance.

The other party just said to come now. The female secretary didn’t know how long it would be now, so she went straight to the door and waited. Although she had just graduated, she was not just new to learn, but from the attitude of the principal, it can be seen that Mr. Wang She was really interested in the author of this book. When she applied for the secretary of the principal, she was also based on the prestige of Wang Lei, a senior kindergarten educator, so she didn't dare to neglect her.

  Han Mo’s rented house was originally close to the kindergarten. In addition, he was a little eager in his heart. He walked quickly with his long legs, and he went to the kindergarten in no time.

Seeing someone standing at the entrance of the kindergarten, it seemed to be waiting for someone. Han Mo guessed that it might be the female secretary who called him, "I am Han Zhixuan's father." He didn't say anything next, but the other party knew the reason for his coming. The reaction of the other party also confirmed his guess.

"You are, are you the painter?" She couldn't believe her eyes. Although her voice was really young and very magnetic when she called, she didn't know why she always felt that she should be a middle-aged man who looked a little fat. Maybe I'm still a little bald, I didn't expect the child's father to be tall, handsome, and young...

   "Not a painter, just the child's father." Han Mo said lightly.

  She coughed twice and adjusted her expression, "Hello, I am the secretary who called you just now, please come in with me, the principal is already waiting for you."

  The female secretary and the uncle security nodded and signaled that she wanted to bring someone in.

  Walking in the front, she couldn't help but look back at Han Mo, using a smile to conceal her inner surprise.

After    knocked on the door softly a few times, the female secretary gently opened the door with a "please come in" and made a please gesture.

  The main purpose of Han Mo's visit this time is to see Xuan Xuan's class at school, but unfortunately it is now bedtime in the afternoon. The whole kindergarten is quiet and the children are sleeping. The plan to visit the little guy can only be abandoned.

  Wang Lei was surprised when he first saw Han Mo’s eyes. He had thought about the appearance of the book author, but he had never thought that he would be so young. The old man smiled gently and said, "You are the youngest painter I have ever seen."

"I don't dare to be a painter, I can only be regarded as a painting enthusiast at best." Han Mo is right, he is not a painter, he studied fine art when he was a child, and he was a little boyish, then he grew up. R country advanced modeling course and elective art course, it can be regarded as raising his art skills to a higher level.

  Drawing is a thing of talent. Han Mo is the kind of person who is very talented. If he didn't want to be the world's top stylist, he might become a manga artist, but that's a story. The cultural industry in this world is not well developed. Even the top paintings here can only be regarded as average in Han Mo's original world, and Han Mo's paintings are even top-notch in this world.

The old man smiled and felt very fond of this humble young man, "Our storybooks are mainly written mainly with pictures, supplemented by pictures, usually in the form of illustrations. This picture book you drew for your child looks like The text on each page of an atlas is very short, but it can tell a complete story, and the format is very novel."

Han Mo was taken aback for a moment. Don’t they know that this is called a picture book. In his original world, it has been popular all over the world. Almost every child will have several such picture books, because they mainly focus on pictures. Both adults and children You can freely tell the story based on pictures and short sentences. The pictures are hand-painted and look real, unlike the printed version of the past.

  Wang Lei continued. "And the story of the "Frog Prince" you told, was it your own creation?"

  Since there is no picture book here, nor the story of the frog prince, Han Mo did not want to explain too much, and replied casually, "Yes, the story is what I want to do, to make the children happy, and then I drew it into a picture book."

   "Picture book?" The old man grasped the word keenly, "Is this the name you gave this type of book?"

  Han Mo felt a little embarrassed, and nodded slightly, "That's it."

  "Great, since all the copyright is in your hands, I want to help you publish this work, no, it's a picture book, your picture book."

  "Publishing?" Han Mo hadn't guessed that the director asked him to come here. After thinking about it, the most was to ask him to draw a few more books and circulate them to the children in the garden. He never expected to help him publish it.

"Yes, publishing. I want to promote your picture book so that more children can see it. Of course, I can't give you the exact figure for the copyright fee, but you can rest assured that I have been making children's books all my life. In this circle Here is also a bit of status, and it can definitely help you get the most benefits, as long as you agree to publish." The old man was a little excited. He just wanted to promote such a good work. He didn't think about what benefits he could get. It seems that the presentation format of picture books is too suitable for preschool children who don't know much, so he has to spare no effort.