Yang Yi was a little surprised to see his book being pulled out, but it was expected. Since Fu Jun told him that "Xixi's Bedtime Story" was a big hit, Yang Yi knew that one day this book would also spread in Jiangcheng.

"This fairy tale book was recommended to me by my husband, but I didn't expect that the stories in it are very familiar, such as this Little Red Riding Hood, these three little pigs, and Pinocchio who lies and has a longer nose, etc., isn't it exactly the stories that Yang Xi's children usually tell to other children?"

Teacher Mu said with a smile: "It's also blamed on me for not reading seriously, and when I looked back at the title and the author's name, I suddenly realized, it turned out that this best-selling fairy tale book was written by our Yang Xi's father!"

The parents under the podium all looked at Yang Yi with some surprise, but Yang Yi did not twist and generously admitted.

"Yang Yi, where is your book sold? My family Qiqi pesters me every day and asks me to tell her stories. Wu Yue, a good student sitting in the first row of the audience, covered his mouth and smiled.

"I always feel a little suspicious of advertising, in this way, after the new book period, it is not easy to buy on the market, I will ask the publishing house to send it to me, and I will send another copy to each parent!" Yang Yi said generously.

The parents present are actually not bad for money, and Yang Yi just expressed his thoughts, but unexpectedly received a round of applause from them.

In fact, Mr. Mu invited Yang Yi not only to let him deliver books, but also to invite him to give a story lecture to the children in the kindergarten in mid-December.

This is also the characteristic of Springfield Kindergarten, they often invite some literary and artistic people to tell stories or perform arts to the children to stimulate the children's interest.

Of course, a talented parent like Yang Yi, close to the water, is the primary object of the kindergarten invitation, in October, Nan Zhaoyu's father, Nan Yiyun was invited to perform calligraphy art for the children, and this time it was Yang Yi's turn.

Teaching lessons to children, this thing is still very new. After Mr. Mu finished speaking, Yang Yi did not refuse, and agreed with his mouth.

After coming down from the podium, Yang Yi was also praised by Lanzhou Kai with a thumbs up, and Boss Lan said with a smile: "Xiao Yang, you are not authentic! Such a big thing is also hidden, brother, I thought you were a writer who writes about the military, but I didn't expect to be so good at writing children's stories!"

"What's the matter, these stories are all made up for Xixi to hear, and I didn't expect them to be so popular. Yang Yi smiled, "And this book sold dismally before, and I didn't want to show it off." ”

"What's this, if you tell my brother, my brother will buy you millions of copies, and then every employee and every customer will send one copy to ensure that you are popular. Lanzhou Kaiyi Bo Yuntian said.

Just when Yang Yi and Lanzhou Kai were chatting about inconsequential topics, Teacher Mu on the stage talked about the fact that Chuntian Kindergarten was going to hold a New Year's Day party on New Year's Day, and this New Year's Day party invited parents to participate and share joy with the children.

Although there is still a month, the program should start preparing as soon as possible, after all, in addition to inviting some parents to perform the program, the kindergarten children also have to put out the program, so that the little ones who are less than six years old rehearse the program, and there is no month to practice repeatedly, I am afraid that they will have to look foreign.

Therefore, when Mr. Mu mentioned this matter, in addition to inviting parents to actively sign up for talent performances, he also asked parents to participate in selecting a fairy tale for the children to start rehearsing early.

At this time, Wu Yue said with great interest below: "Teacher Mu, there is no need to choose a drama that others have acted in countless times. Among the parents in our class, isn't there a story king? How can such a good resource not be used? Let Yang Yi make up a new fairy tale for the children!"

"This is good!" Wu Yue's proposal was echoed by many parents, and Teacher Mu also felt that this proposal was feasible, so Yang Yi was invited to the stage again.

"Yang Yi, don't shirk it, those who can work hard!" Wu Yue smiled smartly in the audience.

This is not a problem, Yang Yi has been studying screenwriting recently, but he has adapted some fairy tales in his mind into dramas that children can perform, which is not too difficult.

And the drama made up is still for Xi Xi and her friends to perform, how could Yang Yi refuse, when he promised on stage, he was already thinking about which story to use to adapt!

The story of Little Red Riding Hood? This has already appeared in the book, maybe it will collide with the performance of other classes, although the probability is very low, but Yang Yi is not happy.

The emperor's new outfit is not bad, and many children can participate in the performance. However, this kind of story performance is okay for adults, but for children, they probably can't understand it, the meaning of the story is too profound!

Yang Yi thought of a very good story, but this requires a lot of costumes and props, but in front of parents who are not bad for money, this is not a problem!

……

Dad went to the kindergarten to have a parent-teacher conference, and there were two more tasks, these things Xi Xi didn't know, the little girl was sitting face to face with Guo Shuwei at the moment, staring at each other with big eyes.

Last time, I ran around with Lan Xin and bumped into a guest, although my father didn't blame Xixi, but he still told Xixi to pay attention to the occasion and pay attention to proportion, so today Xixi was very well-behaved and didn't run around.

There was no chase from the little master, and the three little young short did not make a fuss, and Xiao Ash and Dodo lay on the table by the window, squinting and basking in the sun.

The sticky little boy is lying next to the little master, turning over, revealing a soft belly, and the long forelimbs pull the little master's arm, as if to say: "Meow, little master, I have the most fun soft here, come and scratch it!"

However, Xixi didn't pay attention, the little girl pouted and looked at Guo Ziyi sullenly.

Guo Ziyi was furious by her, and couldn't read the script in his hand, so he said to Xixi helplessly: "My Miss Xixi, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to let you play with me, but you don't play with me, I'm not happy. The little girl complained.

"Playing with you, how can I not play with you?" Guo Ziyi had no choice but to put away the script and sit up, "Uncle won't do anything this afternoon, just play with you!"

"Hehe, Guo Shuxiao is so good!" These words made the little girl feel that she was valued, so she said with a smile, "Then what are we playing?"

"What to play?" Guo Ziyi scratched his head, he still had to think of a game that could be played with children, not too difficult, and not too difficult to obtain props.

It would be nice if there were playing cards, Guo Ziyi could play poker solitaire with Xixi, but where to buy playing cards now?

"There is!" Guo Ziyi patted his head, he raised his index finger at Xixi, "Xixi wait for me!"

The little girl turned her head suspiciously, she saw Guo Ziyi running to the counter, talking for a while, and then took a stack of small pieces of paper and a pen from Ding Xiang - isn't this what people use to write menus?

No wonder Ding Xiang was reluctant to give him ...... at first

Xixi stood up, stepped on the sofa, grabbed the table, and watched Guo Ziyi draw four lines on the small piece of paper, two horizontal and two vertical, crossed into a tic-tac-toe shape, she asked curiously: "Guo Shuxiao, are we going to paint?"

"No, it's a game of IQ!" Guo Ziyi said with a slight smugness.