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Winter in the northern capital is a little chilly, according to the little one's words, the winter sun is the same as her, likes to lie in bed, so the time to climb into the sky is much later than the summer day.

The little guy is wearing a thick winter coat and holding his father's big hand, which is slightly bulky. Because Chen Yuehong was afraid that her baby granddaughter would catch a cold, she wrapped the little guy like a zongzi, and the little guy's already round little face, with a slightly bloated pink cotton suit, walked and swayed, like a cute little penguin.

"Dad, can Xuanxuan continue to watch the TV series tonight?" The little guy looked at Han Mo with wide eyes, his curly eyelashes flickering.

Han Mo really wants to stop the little guy from watching TV series, because two episodes of TV series are obviously a bit long for such a young child, usually the little guy watches cartoons, Han Mo lets her watch them regularly and quantitatively, and she can't do it for a while, but this time the little guy doesn't want to watch cartoons, but watches TV series played by his mother and father, and he can understand the child's feelings. In fact, the content is not what the little guy likes, Han Mo guessed that she might be bored after watching it for two days, so she won't watch it again.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment and pinched the little guy's face, "Okay, but Xuanxuan has to get up and move a little during the middle advertising time." Because yesterday the little guy was just like his grandparents, he didn't move a single step, and he insisted on leaving the sofa reluctantly until the two episodes of the TV series were all played.

The little guy nodded with a peck, and then took his father's big hand and walked towards the kindergarten.

Chen Yuehong is ready to clean up the house and then go out to dance, the house is actually not messy, Han Mo has a habit of cleaning up as he goes, whether it is at work or cooking at home.

So whether it's the kitchen that was just used in the morning, or the living room, it keeps its original clean appearance, and if you want to say that it needs to be cleaned up simply, it may only be the little one's room.

Han Mo got up early to cook, and then was busy with the children, sending the little guy to school, and didn't have time to clean up the little guy's room, Chen Yuehong decisively chose the little guy's small bed after checking multiple rooms and not finding a position where she needed to start.

As soon as the quilt was folded, Chen Yuehong's mobile phone rang rapidly, and the mobile phone was still on the coffee table in the living room, she hurried to the living room to answer the phone.

"Lao Chen, why haven't you come yet, you haven't read the message we sent in the group yesterday. Zhang Chun'e of the dance team had a loud voice, and her hurried voice came through the earpiece.

Chen Yuehong was stunned for a moment, she put her mobile phone on the coffee table since she watched the TV series yesterday, and she didn't care about it all night, and in the morning, she was busy with the little guy to school, and she didn't pay attention to the information on her mobile phone at all.

"I didn't look at my phone yesterday, what's wrong?" Chen Yuehong asked casually, a little puzzled.

Zhang Chun'e thought that it was not something that could be said in one or two sentences, and urged, "Come quickly, we are all here, just wait for you, let's talk about it when we come." ”

Hanging up the phone, Chen Yuehong hurriedly flipped through yesterday's information, only to see it, and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

The old sisters of their dance team have a chat group, because they meet every day, they say anything to their faces, unless there is a notice announced in the group, the general chat group is static, and occasionally someone sends one or two links to vote for their grandchildren, so Chen Yuehong didn't care about the dynamics in the group, and now at a glance, there are hundreds of messages.

""The Legend of Zhen Huan" has begun, come and see it. ”

"I'm watching, I'm watching. ”

The first few messages were all messages that everyone was shouting in the group to watch the TV series, Chen Yuehong pulled down directly, glanced at the time period, the group was very quiet during the broadcast, maybe everyone was attracted by the plot at that time like themselves, only occasionally there were one or two messages jumping in the group, but no one was involved in the chat, the real information peak was after the broadcast of "The Legend of Zhen Huan", that is, when Chen Yuehong took the little guy to take a bath.

"I saw the list of cast and crew, the producer and screenwriter are all Yuehong's son. ”

"I watched it, and the subtitles in the back are the director, the editor, and there are also. ”

"Lao Chen's son is amazing, I used to hear that he can sing, why did he start a TV series, his name was in a vertical row, and I was dazzled when I looked at it. “

"Some people began to come to the community to publicize, and when I saw Lao Chen's son's name, I thought it was the same name and surname, but I didn't expect it to be him. ”

At that time, because Han Mo was involved in directing and editing, Meng Si had to add Han Mo's name, and Han Mo went with him. As a result, the producer, Han Mo, the screenwriter, Han Mo, the director, Han Mo, the editor, Han Mo, and the starring, Han Mo.

It's all Han Mo......

Originally, the names of the cast and crew appeared quickly, and they were generally scrolling in a flash, but Han Mo appeared too frequently, and people who knew him could naturally see it at a glance, and then ignored everyone else.

New messages continued to pop up in the group, almost all of them were asking Chen Yuehong why she didn't go to the dance team, and some of them were still saying, "Is it that my son won't come out to dance and play with everyone when he is out." ”

"How can it be, maybe it's just to celebrate her son's success, "The Legend of Zhen Huan" was really written by her son, so there are indeed two hits. ”

"I heard my daughter say that Han Mo has written fairy tales and poems before, and it is not surprising that he can be a screenwriter. ”

"You don't understand this, writing a script is not the same as writing a fairy tale. ”

The people who are still actively talking in the district at the moment are usually on good terms with Chen Yuehong, and the people who are really jealous will only be silent at the moment, and they are not willing to praise other people's sons at all, after all, they are comparing their children at this age, and no one wants their proud children to be compared to others.

Comparisons and wars between women have existed since ancient times, regardless of age and age, they can be compared to clothes, shoes, jewelry, work, figure, beauty, husband, and of course, sons......

Chen Yuehong was in a hurry to go out, but suddenly seemed to think of something, stopped again, with a proud smile on the corner of her mouth, turned back into the room, opened the wardrobe, turned the coat back and forth, and finally chose a red cashmere coat to put on her body, and took a look left and right in front of the dressing mirror for a while, making sure that her shape was perfect and her image was perfect, and then she walked out of the house with a small bag.

Chen Yuehong has a cheerful personality, she has been very familiar with the neighbors in the community for a few months living here, and as soon as she entered the elevator, Lao Wang, a neighbor who lives upstairs, hurriedly helped hold down the elevator, "Oh, the biography of Zhen Huan I watched yesterday is a screenwriter made by your son." Lao Wang said earnestly.

Chen Yuehong pursed her lips and smiled, and subconsciously raised her chin, "Yes, my son is not only a screenwriter, but also a producer. ”

Lao Wang was surprised, because when someone came to the community to do publicity in the early stage, everyone saw the name of the screenwriter of the work, and at that time there was a discussion in the community that the screenwriter was Han Mo, and when I was watching "The Legend of Zhen Huan" yesterday, the title and the screenwriter name appeared at the same time, and it was really written Han Mo.

It's just that he didn't know that even the producer was Han Mo, although the old man didn't know what the producer was making, and he didn't watch the opening and ending songs, but the producer sounded very powerful, and hurriedly repeated in surprise, "Ouch, it's still the producer." ”

Chen Yuehong covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Yes, my son is not only a screenwriter, but also a producer, the director, and he is also in the editor. ”

is both a screenwriter and a producer, it is already amazing, there are more directors and editors, Lao Wang is old, a little unable to react, at this time to the first floor, the elevator door just opened, Chen Yuehong walked out of the elevator with her chest up, Lao Wang stood behind the elevator and muttered quietly, "Producer, screenwriter, director, editor...... It's amazing. ”

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