The innocent laughter of the children came from the classroom of the primary two class, and now it is free time to play, in fact, the kindergarten class plays most of the time, but usually groups of three or five play their own games, but at the moment the children are gathered around a small table.

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

"Of course, my dad told me a story and drew it at the same time, I saw him draw it with my own eyes, and my dad is amazing. Xuanxuan sat at the small table with a smug expression, and the small table was surrounded by children.

Xuanxuan had already told the children the story of "The Frog Prince" twice according to the picture book, but everyone still didn't want to leave, and they still surrounded her, wanting to see more hand-drawn picture books. Xuanxuan is a child who is willing to share, and she treats the picture book as if it were a treasure, for fear that it will be broken and crumpled. But the child wanted to see and touch, and she didn't mind.

"Xuanxuan, your father is so amazing, I haven't seen such a beautiful album in a bookstore. Le Yan cautiously squeezed to Xuanxuan's side, and the whole little face had to be pasted on the picture book, looking at it carefully at close range, for fear of missing a certain detail.

"I think Xuanxuan's father must be a painter, and my mother said that a painter can draw such a good picture book. ”

"Nonsense, there are so many painters, why haven't we ever read their storybooks. ”

"That Xuanxuan's father must be a genius, a genius can do anything. ”

The children praised her father around Xuanxuan, this kind of praise made her happier than the praise she received in art class, Xuanxuan raised her little face slightly, "Of course my dad 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 father, and he does not hide his proud little expression at all.

"Xuanxuan, can you lend me the picture book?" Zhang Mengmeng asked timidly in a whisper, she was no longer satisfied with reading books from a distance, she wanted to touch the book closer, she liked the beautiful little princess and the frog that would become a prince.

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

The children who didn't dare to take the initiative to borrow books suddenly became excited and raised their little hands one after another.

"I want it too, Xuanxuan can borrow it from me?"

"I want to borrow it too. ”

"And me. ”

"And me"

“......”

Zhang Mengmeng hurriedly held the book in her arms, for fear that it would be snatched away by other children who were eager to try.

"Okay, good, lend it to you, don't rob it, don't rob my books. The little guy learned the tone of the teacher's speech, and the serious command of the little hands raised by the little hands, "You are the first, you are the second, you are the third......" The little guy arranged the order of each child's reading in this way, and then sat proudly in his seat.

After the book was taken away, the children followed the book to change the battlefield, whoever took the book, the others gathered together, obviously they had read it before, or the next one could be held and read, but they still couldn't help but want to go around and read it again, and they couldn't see enough.

Ding Rou has been standing in front of the classroom and observing the children's every move, and she was the first to browse the books brought by Xuanxuan, because the things brought by the children, as the homeroom teacher, must be seen first, I thought it was just an ordinary storybook, but I found out that it was different when I held it in my hand.

This is no ordinary storybook, but a very interesting book. It can be seen that the book is handmade, and every page of the book is hand-drawn, including the bound cover, this painting is comparable to any picture book she has shown to her children, and the most important thing is the story "The Frog Prince" told in this picture book, which she has never heard at all.

Ding Rou majored in preschool education, naturally she has read a lot of story books, but not only has she not seen this story, but she has never heard of it, and she curiously checked it with her mobile phone just now, and there is no information about this book. According to Xuanxuan, this picture book was drawn by her father while telling it, so this story must also be original by Xuanxuan's father.

Just read it in a hurry, Ding Rou watched the children in the class scramble to borrow Xuanxuan's picture book at the moment, and she was a little nervous in her heart, and she wanted to borrow it in the past, and now she should be able to see it in a while when she goes to line up, Ding Rou suddenly had such an idea in her mind.

"What do you think? Mr. Ding. ”

Ding Rou suddenly recovered from her childish thoughts, only to find that the director was standing beside her, and hurriedly smiled and greeted, "Director Wang." ”

Wang Lei is in his sixties, he was the editor-in-chief of a well-known children's magazine in the northern capital, and he has dedicated his life to the cause of early childhood education.

Wang Lei smiled honestly and looked in the direction of Ding Rou's gaze, and found that the children were all looking around. There was a hint of childlike curiosity on his kind face, "What are the little ones looking at? After saying that, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

"They're reading a picture book. ”

"Haha. Wang Lei's honest laughter sounded again, and there were a few more wrinkles on his chubby face because of this smile, "What picture book is so good-looking, compared to our own books in the park?"

Ding Rou knew the old principal's confidence, and whispered a little embarrassed, "It's a picture album drawn by the student's parent himself, telling a story, which should also be original by this parent." After speaking, Ding Rou squeezed out an unnatural smile.

The old man's smiling expression suddenly froze on his face, and he looked at Ding Rou incredulously, Ding Rou nodded unnaturally, "It was really drawn by a parent, the child brought it to school, and that book is very popular." Afraid that the old principal would not be able to save face, she added, "At least for now, but maybe the children are curious about new things, so they like to watch it so much." After saying this, she felt far-fetched, and laughed twice to hide her words.

Wang Lei is usually not in a hurry when he encounters anything, but this time is different, books are his lifelong career, and he takes his work very seriously, and he is curious to the children.

The little ones were so immersed in the story of the little frog and the little princess that they didn't notice the headmaster standing behind them.

"Can the children lend me this book?" Wang Lei smiled kindly, and his tone was very soft, like an older child asking to join the children's reading team.

The little ones turned around and shouted in unison, "Grandpa Principal." ”

Wang Lei smiled and touched the small brains of several children near him, "Can I lend it to grandpa?"

"But we're in line. Li Xiaohu said with some embarrassment, because now it was his turn to watch, but he was not sure whether the children in the back would be willing to cut the queue with the head of the kindergarten and grandpa. "Why don't you ask Han Zhixuan, this is her book. ”

Wang Lei looked at Xuanxuan with inquiring eyes, and the little guy nodded, agreeing to the principal's grandfather to cut the queue and read her book first. Wang Lei smiled kindly and thanked the little guys.

Ding Rou hurriedly came over and interacted with the children, diverting their attention, so that they now have other things to do, the children are not so easy to fool, although they are playing games with the teacher, but their eyes look in the direction of the principal from time to time, because their most precious frog prince is still in the principal's hands.

Wang Lei's eyes fell on the book, and he couldn't help but feel tight, at first he thought that this book was just a random graffiti by a parent who had learned to paint, but when the first painting on the cover caught his eye, the author's superb painting skills completely stunned him, this is definitely not a little bit of painting, nor is it a casual graffiti, Wang Lei turned the first page with a complicated mood.