The fathers each had a painting in their hands, and at first everyone didn't think about the content of the painting, but later through Wang Lei's guidance, they took a seat from the content of the painting.

When I couldn't see the child dropping the notes, I thought about what I looked like in the child's heart, and I actually chose the painting that I thought was right.

Wang Lei saw that all the fathers had been selected, and smiled kindly, "Now the fathers can flip the painting in your hand and take a look at the names behind it, whether everyone has chosen the right one."

Han Mo knew that the child did not write his name after drawing, and said that the teacher asked not to write the name, so he didn't care, now that he thinks about it, all this was arranged in advance, just to let the fathers choose in the end, so he deliberately wrote the child's name behind.

Han Mo knew that what he was holding in his hand must be the little guy's painting, but he still turned over the drawing paper like all his fathers, and Han Zhixuan's name was written in the lower right corner of the back.

To Han Mo's surprise, all the fathers chose the right paintings for their children, he thought that after seeing the name, because of the wrong choice, there might be parents who exchanged paintings with each other, but there was none.

In fact, all fathers know how much they have paid for their children, and what they will do when they go home.

So at this moment, some fathers have unnatural expressions on their faces, and some fathers like to play cards, and the child really draws the appearance of playing cards, although the paintings are more abstract, but the child's imagination is amazing, and you can see that you are playing cards at a glance.

Originally, Xiaohu's father felt a little faceless because his son drew him lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, so he quietly buckled the painting to his chest, afraid of being seen by others.

But he wanted to see others, so he quietly glanced at his father on the left, and then at his father on the right, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

There are four people in the painting in the hand of the father on the left, sitting around a table, the table is not a meal, but a small square, Xiaohu's father snickered in his heart, it seems that this guy often plays mahjong.

He glanced to the right again, almost laughing, a small person in the painting is facing the computer, with a headset, the child also painted rich colors on the screen, and the computer screen also drew a figure like a villain, looking at Dad's expression and wearing a headset, you know that this guy is not working, he should be playing computer games.

Xiaohu's father shook his head with a smile, thinking that it seemed that everyone was no better, and it was not just like himself.

He leaned forward and just swept the painting in Han Mo's hand, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Xiao Han, your little Xuanxuan has painted so much."

A full page of paper caught the eyes of Xiaohu's father, and then looked carefully, the drawing paper was divided into several small areas, including cooking, playing with children, braiding children, and work.

Xiaohu's father looked surprised, "Xiao Han, do you do so many things every day?" His eyes swept from cooking and braiding to playing with the child, in Xiaohu's father's heart, the time to go home flies quickly, and it is night to play a few games, and often he doesn't know when Xiaohu goes to bed.

"It seems that every father is very clear about his image in the eyes of his children. Wang Lei always has a kind smile on his face when he speaks.

Although there is no emotion in this sentence, each father has a different expression on his face.

Although there are some fathers who do not play much with their children at home, there are still many fathers who are very serious and responsible for their children, in their children's paintings, some fathers play football with their children, some accompany their children to read books, and some watch cartoons together.

Everyone looks at themselves, they will also look at others, they are painted by their children to play mobile phones, games, playing cards Parents also feel that their faces are dull, but there are indeed their own things, can only silently draw the dodgy, not let others see.

I usually play with my children at home, and I have a relieved and proud look on my face, and I am not afraid that the paintings in my hands will be seen by others. However, if you never play with your children at home, the expressions on your faces become complicated, some are ashamed, some are embarrassed, and some simply roll the painting into a small bucket, not wanting to be seen by others.

The dads all walked back to their seats from behind, paintings in their hands.

Wang Lei didn't say much, just gave Ding Rou a look.

Ding Rou walked to the computer, and an image appeared on the big screen in front of the classroom.

The first line is, "What do you most want to say to your dad?"

The first person to appear on the screen was Xiaohu.

"I hope my dad doesn't always play games, and if he does, he will let me play along, but my mom said that playing games is not good for my eyes, and Dad, don't always play, it's not good for my eyes. Is it good for us to play soccer, Rarity says his dad always plays soccer with him, and you haven't been with me once. ”

Then it was Le Yan who appeared.

"Dad, can you not always read books that I can't understand in the future, I also want to read your books, but you always say that I can't read them. Can you read with me a book that I can read? I want to hear your story. ”

This video was recorded before the parent-teacher conference, and the children knew that the dads would see it, and the teacher said that it was they who gave advice to their dads, and they could say whatever was in their hearts.

A cute figure appeared on the screen, and Meng Meng's eyes were red, as if it had been a long time of ideological struggle before deciding to say the next words.

"I wish my dad could play with me. Mengmeng's two little hands kept rubbing the hem of her skirt, "Dad, I really envy Xuanxuan, because she can always happily tell us about her and her father." Every time I want to play with you, you say that you will accompany me when you are done, but I wait, wait, wait, I can't wait for you to finish, so I fall asleep unconsciously. I hate myself so much, why did I fall asleep, why didn't I wait for my dad all the time, it must have been my dad who was busy and wanted to play with me, but I missed it when I fell asleep. ”

Meng Meng was a little choked up when she spoke, sometimes looking down at her toes, sometimes looking up at the camera.

Meng Meng's father felt a burst of guilt in his heart the moment he saw the painting, and when he saw Meng Meng's video, a stream of sourness came to his heart, Meng Meng has always been very sensible, and he has never made any excessive requests, even if it is a small request, he is always busy with work to prevaricate, Meng Meng has never been distressed, but left silently in frustration.

Meng Meng's video continues, and a crying voice says in the video, "Dad, I will definitely wait for you in the future." No more falling asleep early, we can build blocks together. Although she was already crying, when Meng Meng finished the last sentence, she squeezed out a big smile on her face.

It's just such a small request, I just want to play with my dad once, but Mengmeng's father has never been satisfied, he always says that he is busy with work and wants Mengmeng to find his mother.

Guilt and self-blame occupied all the emotions of Mengmeng's father, he pushed his glasses up slightly, rubbed the bridge of his nose, Mengmeng never complained about his father, but blamed himself, why did he fall asleep, he didn't wait for his father.

In fact, Mengmeng's father knew in his heart that he was just prevaricating when he said that, even if he was done, he didn't go to Mengmeng's room to see if she was asleep.

Han Mo looked at Mengmeng's father, and his heart became complicated.