Han Mo's gaze followed the direction Zhang Mingli was pointing and smiled.

Zhang Mingli looked at Han Mo and smiled, his eyes showed an excited expression, "Don't you also see the meaning of this painting?"

When Zhang Mingli was admiring this painting at that time, a few people around him at that time only saw small trees and grasses, and he was the only one who could see that the child's work expressed spring, and finally took a closer look, the name of the work was really called "Spring is Coming", for which he was very proud.

Han Mo glanced at the author's name below the title of the work, and Han Zhixuan was written on it.

No matter how low-key he usually is, how much he doesn't like to show off, but when he encounters his daughter, he can't control it, he wants to tell everyone that the author of this painting is his daughter, and when Zhang Mingli is here at this moment, Han Mo wants to tell him immediately that Han Zhixuan is his Han Mo's daughter.

Han Mo pointed to Han Zhixuan's name and just wanted to speak.

Zhang Mingli hurriedly said, "Yes, this child's name is also good, Zhixuan, what a beautiful name, if Zhixuan's heart is like Zhixuan, he is a happy and lovely child at first glance." ”

Han Mo agrees with this sentence very much, the little guy is not only cute but also very happy, always smiling, nothing to worry about, her happiness will also bring happiness to everyone around her, and it is precisely because of this that no matter what troubles Han Mo has, as long as he sees his daughter, his mood will improve.

"Yes, Xuanxuan is indeed cute and easy to make people who come close to her happy. Han Mo's mind came up with the little guy's fleshy little face and cute little expression, and he couldn't help but say.

"How do you know, this child looks cute, indeed, when I first came to the exhibition, I saw her in the hall at the door, the little guy not only paints well, but also wears a particularly beautiful skirt, it is said that she said that she designed it herself, you didn't see the skirt, it's so beautiful, the key is special, the little girl wears it on the body like a flower fairy shuttling through the flowers, the key people also explained, this skirt and other people's works are far away, are the representative of the spring, I live so old or the first time to meet such a genius little Lori。 ”

Han Mo glanced at Zhang Mingli, and it sounded a little uncomfortable for his overly exaggerated description, especially the word little Lori, which looked like a strange uncle's ill intentions.

The expression with a little smile in the originally easy-going moment instantly became serious, "It's not Lori, she's just a child, a four-year-old child." ”

Zhang Mingli was stunned for a moment by the sudden change in Han Mo's expression, and hurriedly added, "I know that she is only four years old, and she looks like she is only four or five years old, I mean, how good it would be if I had a daughter like this." ”

"Dad!" the little guy's soft and tender voice suddenly came from behind Han Mo.

When Zhang Mingli heard this familiar voice, he was stunned for a moment and turned back in surprise.

Han Mo smiled and turned back when he heard this familiar voice.

"Dad, Dad, the teacher said that the voting session is about to begin, can Dad accompany me?" The little guy ran to Han Mo with a snap, pulled Han Mo's arm and shook it vigorously.

Father...... Father?

Zhang Mingli's mouth opened wide in surprise.

He looked at the little guy, it was not wrong, it was the little girl he met at the door just now, he just thought that the child's skirt was very special at first, so he looked at it a few more times, but he didn't expect to accidentally hear the child say that this skirt was his own design Zhang Ming's interest.

Later, the little guy said that the painting he drew and the skirt were far away, and they all said spring, and also said the name of his work.

Zhang Mingli couldn't believe his eyes, looked at the little guy, looked at Han Mo, and his eyes moved back and forth between the little guy and Han Mo.

Han Mo ...... Han Zhixuan......

Why didn't I think about the connection just now, and then I thought about it just now when I deliberately showed off in front of Han Mo that I understood this painting, and explained the meaning of this painting in front of Han Mo, and even commented on the little guy's skirt in front of my father.

Zhang Mingli suddenly laughed twice, and there was an aura of embarrassment in the air.

"Han Mo, I didn't know that Xuanxuan was your daughter, you are really amazing, you have cultivated such an excellent daughter, if the child is the most talented child I have ever seen, then you are the most talented father I have ever seen. Zhang Mingli tried his best to pat this sycophant, and used the best words to make up for his stupid behavior just now.

Han Mo smiled and shook his head, in fact, when he first saw this painting, it was like telling Zhang Mingli that the author of this painting was his daughter, but Zhang Mingli was too excited to give him this opportunity at all.

Han Mo said with a smile, "Okay, you don't need to wear a top hat, you can go and vote, today's competition will come out, and we will also go to the award area, you go and get busy." ”

Zhang Mingli looked at the time, it was indeed almost time to vote, he smiled awkwardly and then touched the back of his head, "Teacher Han Mo, I don't give you a high hat, you are really good, excellent father, hehe." ”

Han Mo smiled, he didn't say anything, he was happy in his heart, others praised him for his good song writing, good TV performance, and good script writing, but he was not so happy, the thing that made Han Mo happiest was that some people praised him for being an excellent father.

The glory that a daughter brings to her father is the proudest capital of every father.

"Thank you. Han Mo said with a smile, and then touched the top of the little guy's head, "Say goodbye to my brother." ”

The little guy didn't know Zhang Mingli, so he didn't take the initiative to say hello just now, but at this moment, his father introduced him, and the child waved his hand very politely, "Brother, bye." ”

Zhang Mingli grinned embarrassedly, "Call uncle, call me brother, wouldn't I call Teacher Han Mo uncle." ”

Han Mo just casually called his brother, because Zhang Mingli is usually like this, no matter how old the child is, he always asks people to call him brother, so Han Mo is used to saying that.

"Then call it uncle, Uncle Zhang. Han Mo looked at the little guy and said with a smile.

Xuanxuan didn't know the mystery in the adults' words, but what her father asked her to call, she was called, and the little guy looked at Zhang Mingli obediently, "Uncle Zhang, bye." He waved his hand again.

Zhang Mingli's heart was budding with the little guy, and he quickly raised his arm and waved in response to the child.

Although he was a little embarrassed to say what he said in front of the child's father just now, he still hoped that it would be nice if he had such a daughter.

Zhang Mingli turned around step by step, looking at Xuanxuan and walking forward.

"Dad, Uncle seems to have gone the wrong way, and that sign is going to the toilet. Xuanxuan pointed to the sign in the distance.

Han Mo smiled in the direction the child was pointing.