Hanging up the phone, Han Mo looked at the stack of notebooks again and was worried.

"Son, how many copies have you signed?" Chen Yuehong's voice of inquiry came from time to time in the kitchen.

Han Mo could only be helplessly silent, and opened the notebook one by one.

I don't know how long it took, Han Mo closed the last notebook, his hands were a little sour, and he let out a long breath. Thinking in his heart, he must tell his mother for a while, don't agree to these requests of others anymore, Han Mo doesn't like to be in the limelight, he has a hunch that if he doesn't have a showdown with his mother in time, there will definitely be countless books to move back in the future.

"What is the response to "The Legend of Zhen Huan"?" The old man walked over and sat down on the sofa on the side.

Han Mo smiled and said, "It's okay." ”

Han Jun glanced at Han Mo, who had a calm face, and did not speak.

When the old man went out in the morning, he saw the newsstand at the entrance of the community, and the whole page of the news was about "The Legend of Zhen Huan", and when he came back in the afternoon, he saw the news on the mobile phone express again, saying that the ratings of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" broke through the 2% mark, setting a new high for TV dramas.

Such a reaction, but if it's okay, the old man really doesn't have anything to say.

The little guy suddenly came out of the small room with the pillow he had just gotten, and his little mouth pouted, as if he was not so happy.

Happily went in, pouting and coming out, there must be something, Han Mo just wanted to ask the child what was wrong, but the child's grandfather, who was sitting next to him who was even more nervous than him, took the lead in speaking, "What's wrong with my good granddaughter? Come to grandpa." The old man beckoned to Xuanxuan.

The little guy ran to his grandfather's side and held up the pillow, "Xuanxuan also wants the Q version of the portrait." ”

At this time, Han Jun saw the pillow in the little guy's hand, which was still printed with a pattern, and it could be seen from the clothes that this image was Shu Ya's appearance in "The Legend of Zhen Huan".

still didn't look like a boudoir when he entered the palace, very delicate and lively.

Xuanxuan thinks her mother's portrait is very cute, she really wants to have a cute version of the portrait like this, and she also wants to print it on the pillow, the little guy has been learning to draw with her father for a while, and she is still full of confidence, but she hides in the room and paints for a long time, but she can't draw what she is satisfied with.

Xuanxuan held a few pieces of drawing paper in her other little hand, all of which had already been painted, and her grandfather picked up the painting of her baby granddaughter and opened her eyes wide, and praised loudly, "It's so good to draw, Xuanxuan is so talented in painting." ”

The old man thinks that his granddaughter is the best in everything she does, the most sensible, the most beautiful, the smartest, the best in painting, the most beautiful in dancing, anyway, his granddaughter is the most perfect.

The little guy had a somewhat depressed expression just now, and his eyes instantly widened when he heard his grandfather's praise, and his cute big eyes flashed like stars.

Han Mo knew that his father was exaggerating, to what extent did this child paint, could he still not know, Xuanxuan's painting level was still in the conceptual painting stage of things and animals, that is to say, it was still at the level of abstract painting, and her young child mainly relied on imagination to paint, not to pursue the similarity with the original, because the concept of space and three-dimensional had not yet been formed, so Han Mo just smiled and did not speak.

The little guy who was praised by his grandfather suddenly had confidence, and ran to his father again with the painting, "Dad, this is Xuanxuan's painting." The little one held up the paper in his hand.

In the past, the little guy rarely painted characters alone except for the "god-like" portrait he painted for Shu Ya, because Han Mo still puts the child in a state of imagining what to paint, such as painting characters and so on, some painting methods that need to combine three-dimensional graphics and spatial concepts have not been handed over to children, after all, the age is too young to have this ability, even if he learns it now, it will not have a good effect.

But......

When Han Mo picked up Xuanxuan's drawing paper, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, he had never taught children how to draw characters, let alone taught Xuanxuan to draw cartoon pictures.

"Xuanxuan, is this what you imagined to paint?" Han Mo was very surprised, the Q version portrait on the paper, although the painting is not very mature, the proportions are not very coordinated, and there are some details problems, but for a four-year-old child, this painting is undoubtedly shocking.

Xuanxuan took out a small photo of herself, which the little guy removed from the frame, "I drew it according to my own photo, as well as my mother's portrait." ”

Han Mo looked at Xuanxuan's painting seriously, Xuanxuan was actually imitating the Q version of the portrait on the pillow, and then painted it according to her clothes and features, what shocked Han Mo was that the cartoon version of the big head drawn by the little guy was really presentable, maybe a flat portrait is different from a three-dimensional real person, so the little guy can copy it out very well, this time it's really not just like a god.

The little guy is quirky, of course, you can see the change in Dad's expression, being appreciated by Dad can make the little guy happier than being praised by Grandpa, she swallowed her saliva, waiting for Dad's next words.

"Xuanxuan, your painting is awesome, Dad believes that you will be able to draw better soon. Han Mo said softly.

"Can you draw it as beautiful as your mother on a pillow?" asked the little one with a look of anticipation.

Han Mo pinched the little guy's fleshy little face, "Of course you can, Dad can teach Xuanxuan." ”

The little guy was praised by his father, and his pink little face blossomed, and the little mouth that he had pouted when he ran over had already changed shape, with a bright smile.

Han Mo gently hugged the little guy to his lap, patiently pointed out, the little guy listened carefully, painting and music are the same, very talented, on the basis of repeated practice and pondering, will continue to improve.

Han Mo currently finds that the little guy's painting talent is very amazing, which is very similar to himself, when he was very young, he did not go through any professional training, but also saw what he wanted to paint, he painted casually, and he could also copy it very similarly, and then he was a little older, and he studied for a while, but the real systematic learning is still a matter of adulthood.

The little guy listened carefully to his father's explanation, and then ran back to the room with the drawing paper and continued to draw.

Han Jun also followed his baby granddaughter into the room with great interest.

"Xuanxuan, can you draw one for grandpa?" the old man said in a consultative tone.

The little guy replied obediently, "Of course you can, but grandpa has to wait for Xuanxuan to finish drawing these first, and dad said that you must do things wholeheartedly, and you can't give up halfway." Xuanxuan reasoned with her grandfather very seriously.

"Yes, yes, Dad is right, Grandpa waits, Xuanxuan draws slowly. "The old man has no temper in front of the little guy, what kind of bad temper? impatience? does not exist.

The old and the young pair of classics continue to come out of the small room.

"Grandpa, this picture of yours is not good. The little guy said very seriously.

The old man was very aggrieved, and took his ID photo and said softly, "But grandpa only has such a photo." ”

"Grandpa, we're going to draw the Q version. ”

"What is the Q version?"

"Cute, grandpa, your picture is not cute at all. ”

The old man had three black lines on his head, looking down at his ID photo, he still took the photo from five years ago, just to look younger, but he was also said by his granddaughter that he was not cute, and there was a faint sadness in his heart......

Han Mo shook his head helplessly, in the whole world, Xuanxuan may be the only one who can treat her father obediently, and she has no temper at all.