There was an unfamiliar number on the screen, Han Mo glanced at it and answered the phone.

"Hello, is this the parent of Han Zhixuan's child?" said a young woman on the other side of the phone.

Han Mo looked at Shu Ya, as if he had guessed something in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Yes, I am Han Zhixuan's father. ”

"Oh, hello, Han Dad, congratulations, Han Zhixuan's children's paintings have passed through layers of screening, and finally won the opportunity to be shortlisted for the national finals, the relevant staff will notify you again through the selection of kindergartens, and we will also announce the shortlist on the official website, now I contact you mainly to inform you that an exhibition will be held in the Beidu Art Exhibition Center in three days, when all the paintings shortlisted for the national finals will be exhibited in the exhibition, and the winning works will be selected by the expert judges. ”

The staff on the other side of the phone introduced some requirements for the exhibition to Han Mo, mainly the dress and time and place, and hung up the phone after everything was explained clearly.

Xiao Pang Xie didn't know the relationship between Shu Ya and Han Mo, although he felt that the two of them were always in love, but he only felt that this was a normal mutual attraction between handsome men and beautiful women.

Tang Huizi's matter is over, although Xiao Pang Xie is still in a state of excitement, but now he has nothing to do, and he left the office with his computer.

At this time, Shu Ya came to Han Mo's side, she listened to Han Mo's answer as if it was about the little guy, and quickly asked, "Is it a child's business?"

Han Mo controlled his emotions and pretended to be calm, "Guess what." ”

"I can guess this, you can say it quickly. Shu Ya said in a questioning tone.

Han Mo finally couldn't help laughing, "Xuanxuan's painting was really selected for the national finals." ”

"Is that the painting of a small tree and a little grass?" asked Shu Ya, surprised and delighted.

Han Mo smashed his mouth, "That's "Spring is Coming". ”

"Oh, yes, Xuanxuan's name, "Spring is Coming". ”

Han Mo mentioned to Shu Ya about the child's painting to participate in the competition before, both of them were very happy, but they didn't have any hope, many children as old as Xuanxuan received very formal painting learning in art schools, and the little guy was just at home, Han Mo taught her.

And Han Mo's teaching philosophy is to be ingenious. Children can draw whatever they want, and any form they can imagine.

This afternoon

After Tang Huizi's affair ended, Shu Ya returned to the first place in the sales list again, and as Han Mo predicted before, all the lists were dominant.

Han Mo arrived home very early, and in order to celebrate the little one, Shu Ya also came back with him.

"Dad, Mom, today Teacher Ding Rou said that I will be able to participate in the art exhibition soon, and I will wear a very beautiful dress to participate. As soon as the little guy saw his parents coming back, he ran over like an excited little swallow and jumped on Han Mo's body at once.

"Yes, we Xuanxuan are going to wear beautiful dresses to the art exhibition. Han Mo was also happy, although this kind of national competition Han Mo participated in too much, much larger than this kind of children's painting competition, but this was the first time he went to participate in the art exhibition by the light of the little guy, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited, just thinking about it, he felt very proud.

"Dad, didn't we say last time that we would let Xuanxuan design her own skirt, is it okay?" Xuanxuan looked at her father with a pair of big watery eyes, her eyes full of antiquity.

"Of course you can, but the exhibition will be held in three days, time is tight, we have to hurry, tonight Xuanxuan will draw the prototype of the skirt. ”

The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and then suddenly a smug look appeared on his face.

"Xuanxuan is not the kind of child who drags. The little guy shook his head like an adult, "Xuanxuan had already drawn the draft. The little guy didn't give Mom and Dad time to react, only heard a string of clackling footsteps, and the little guy had already run away.

When I came back again, I had an extra piece of drawing paper in my hand.

Shu Ya took the little guy's drawing paper, and Youmei's eyes were stunned, "Xuanxuan, did you draw it alone?"

The little guy put his two little hands behind his back, and tilted his chin quite proudly, "Of course, this is the dress that Xuanxuan is going to wear to participate in the art exhibition." ”

Although Shu Ya was indeed a little surprised by the child's painting talent, she took the drawing paper and handed it to Han Mo.

Han Mo was also surprised, not because the child drew too well, but mainly because the little guy was ready to participate in the art exhibition for a long time, where did he get his confidence, this child is very similar to him, confident enough.

Shu Ya leaned over to hold the painting drawn by Xuanxuan, and said gently, "Can Mom make this skirt with you?"

The little guy jumped up happily when he heard his mother's words, "Great, Mom and Xuanxuan make skirts together, great." ”

Shu Ya rubbed the top of the child's head dotingly.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

The little guy looked forward to the stars and the moon and finally looked forward to the day of the exhibition.

Because Xuanxuan's paintings were selected by Golden Sun Kindergarten, Wang Lei, as the principal, and Ding Rou, the head teacher, were also invited to participate in the exhibition.

Han Mo took the little guy's hand and walked to the gate of the art exhibition center from afar, every time an art exhibition is held, a red carpet will be laid in front of the gate.

The little guy walked the red carpet for the first time, and he was very excited, deliberately learning from the stars on TV, walking slowly on the stall, and then showing up from time to time, although there was no one on either side of the red carpet, Xuanxuan's little head still thought of a lot of cameras facing her.

"Xuanxuan's father, Xuanxuan. Teacher Ding Rou stood at the gate and waited for them, and when she saw Han Mo and the little guy, she waved her hand vigorously.

Ding Rou wore a watermelon-red bandeau dress today, her complexion was very white, her figure was tall, and she had two sexy collarbones under her delicate long neck, and the ripe softness was squeezed in the middle of the bandeau, revealing half a circle. She rarely wears such sexy clothes, so she is not used to it today, and always subconsciously pulls her chest upwards.

But because it's too full, the more you lift, the more you want to move.

Han Mo didn't notice Ding Rou's embarrassment, nodded with a polite smile, and led the little guy into the hall of the art exhibition center. Ding Rou blushed and pulled her skirt, and walked in.

As a parent, Han Mo wanted to fill out a qualification form for the finals, so he handed Xuanxuan over to Ding Rou to take care of.

When Han Mo was there just now, Ding Rou only looked at her skirt shyly and didn't pay attention to her side, this will be when Han Mo left, she noticed what Xuanxuan was wearing today.

"Xuanxuan, your dress is so beautiful, is it newly bought by Dad?"

The little guy also pulled his own skirt, but it was completely different from the purpose of Ding Rou's skirt just now, the little guy raised his head confidently, his face was full of pride, "I didn't buy it, I designed it myself." ”