Wang Lei read carefully page by page, and was deeply attracted by the content of the story and the pictures.

It's not the first time he's read a storybook written by someone else, but most of them tell stories in large volumes, and only a few are illustrations, like this book has pictures on every page, and through the pictures, you can basically associate the central meaning of this page of the book, Lao Wang is the first time to see it.

Strange children who have to know how to read can also look at the book and easily tell a complete story, it turned out to be the reason for the pictures, Wang Lei fell into contemplation.

After returning the books to the children, Wang Lei returned to the office and dialed the secretary's phone.

......

When Han Mo got home, he sat alone at the desk, his eyes fell on the computer screen that was turned off, and the black screen could clearly reflect his appearance, a face that was gradually becoming less unfamiliar.

After a short staring, Han Mo leaned back heavily on the back of the computer chair, and let out a long sigh, the contrast between the previous busyness and the current idleness is too great, although it is only a few days, but Han Mo, who is used to running around, feels uncomfortable, these short-term jobs have been paid recently, and life is not a problem.

Han Mo sat up straight, put one hand on the computer desk, and just touched the original owner's ashtray, Han Mo himself is a non-smoker, although he has the memory of the original owner's smoking, but the resistance to cigarettes has not changed, the cigarettes in the room have been thrown away by him, this ashtray is Shu Ya's first time filming abroad, and he bought a gift for the original owner, the shape is quite chic, it is a mouth with blackened teeth, it is not bad as an ornament, and it can be regarded as a souvenir, so Han Mo did not throw it away when he cleaned up the house.

The phone rang, Han Mo didn't think much about it, and took out his mobile phone directly, and an unknown number flashed on the screen, the mobile phone number of the TV station had been saved before, who is this, is it someone from Happy Valley.

Connect the phone.

"Hello, this is Golden Sun Kindergarten, are you Han Zhixuan's father?"

Hearing this, Han Mo's nerves instinctively tensed, thinking that something had happened to the child in the kindergarten, he subconsciously stood up with a serious expression, "Yes, I'm her father, what's wrong with the child?"

Han Mo is a calm person, but when he heard the child's name, he panicked somehow, hanging up and down, which was a strange feeling.

"No, the child is fine, the child is fine. It was a young woman who called, and she explained with a smile when she heard Han Mo react so much.

Hearing the words that the child is fine, Han Mo's hanging heart can be regarded as letting go, but since it is not the child's business, how could the kindergarten call him, after his mood stabilized, he asked again, "Then what is this call for?"

"Our principal saw your painting of "The Frog Prince" and was very interested, and would like to ask if you have time to come to the kindergarten and talk to you in detail. "The female secretary secretly read the book before the phone call and thought it was very good, and now she is a little excited about what this father who is called omnipotent by the children is like.

Han Mo hooked the corners of his mouth, this little guy actually brought the book to the kindergarten, not to talk about any books, Han Mo didn't care much, the main thing was that he missed the child a little, the child will live with his mother for a period of time in the future, and he can take this opportunity to see the child.

"Yes, I'll go now. ”

"Come over now?"

"Yes, now. ”

The female secretary was stunned, she didn't expect Han Mo to agree so quickly, she thought that the painter would be very busy, and she should have said that she would make an appointment again, or ask the secretary to check the worksheet and then notify her otherwise, she was ready to communicate and meet again, and the other party was so refreshing, she was a little surprised.

The female secretary took the initiative to have a brief exchange with Han Mo, and the phone hung up.

Han Mo was happy in his heart, he would be able to see the little guy soon, usually parents can only enter the kindergarten when their children go to and from school, and it is only at the door, he has never seen his children in class, and he really wants to see the situation of his children's usual classes.

He has always felt that he is a person who can control his emotions, even in this world, he can still control himself perfectly, so that he can be happy and angry, but as long as he thinks of things related to the little guy, Han Mo will unconsciously hook the corners of his mouth, full of happiness, maybe this is father's love, the most inherited and the most real feelings from the original owner.

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The entrance of Golden Sun Kindergarten.

The other party just said to come now, the female secretary doesn't know how long this will be now, so she simply went directly to the door to wait, although she just graduated, the ability to observe words and colors is not just learned, from the attitude of the principal, it can be seen that Mr. Wang is really interested in the author of this book, she came to apply for the secretary of the principal is also for the prestige of Wang Lei's senior early childhood educator, so the old man fancy her did not dare to slack off.

Han Mo's rented house was already close to the kindergarten, and he was a little anxious in his heart, so he walked quickly with his long legs, and he arrived at the kindergarten in a hurry.

Seeing someone standing at the entrance of the kindergarten, seemingly waiting for someone, Han Mo guessed that it might be the female secretary who called him, "I'm Han Zhixuan's father." He didn't say what happened next, but he was sure that the other party knew why he came, and the other party's reaction confirmed his suspicion.

"Are you, are you the painter?" she couldn't believe her eyes, although her voice was indeed very young and magnetic when she called, but for some reason she always felt that it should be a middle-aged man who looked a little fat, maybe a little bald, and she didn't expect the child's father to be tall, handsome, and young......

"Not a painter, just a father of children. Han Mo said lightly.

She coughed twice and adjusted her expression, "Hello, I'm the secretary who called you just now, please come in with me, the principal is already waiting for you." ”

The female secretary and the security guard nodded and signaled for her to bring someone in.

Walking in front, she couldn't help but look back at Han Mo and hide her surprise with a smile.

After knocking softly on the door a few times, with a "please come in", the female secretary gently pushed the door open and made a gesture of please.

Han Mo's main purpose this time was to see Xuanxuan in school, but unfortunately it was bedtime in the afternoon, the whole kindergarten was quiet, the children were sleeping, and the plan to visit the little one had to be abandoned.

Wang Lei also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw Han Mo for the first time, he had thought about the appearance of the author of the book, but he never thought that he would be so young, the old man smiled gently and said, "You are the youngest painter I have ever seen." ”

"I don't dare to be, I'm not a painter, at most I can only be regarded as a painting enthusiast. "Han Mo is right, he is not a painter, he studied art when he was a child, he is a bit of a child, and later when he grew up, he went to R country to study modeling courses and took art courses, which can be regarded as raising his art skills to a higher level.

Painting is a matter of talent, Han Mo is the kind of person who is very talented, if he didn't want to become the world's top stylist, maybe he would have become a cartoonist, but this is all for later. In this world, the cultural industry is not developing well, even the top paintings here can only be regarded as average in Han Mo's original world, and Han Mo's paintings are considered top in this world.

The old man smiled and had a good impression of this humble young man, "Our storybooks are mainly based on words, supplemented by pictures, generally in the form of illustrations. ”

Han Mo was stunned in his heart, don't they know that this is called a picture book, in his original world, it has long been popular all over the world, almost every child will have a few such picture books, because it is mainly based on pictures, adults and children can freely play according to pictures and short sentences to tell stories, and the pictures are hand-drawn with a very real visual sense, unlike the printed version in the past.

Wang Lei continued. "And the story of "The Frog Prince" you told, did you create it yourself?"

Since there is no picture book here, and there is no story of the frog prince, Han Mo didn't want to explain too much, so he replied casually, "Yes, the story is what I think about casually, coax the child to be happy, and then draw it into a picture book casually." ”

"Picture books?" the old man keenly grasped the word, "is this the name you gave to this type of book?"

Han Mo was a little embarrassed in his heart, and nodded slightly, "Sort of." ”

"Great, since all the copyright is in your hands, I want to help you publish this work, no, it's a picture book, your picture book. ”

"Publishing?" Han Mo didn't guess the purpose of the director of the kindergarten, and after thinking about it, the most he could do was to ask him to draw a few more books and circulate them to the children in the garden, but he never expected to help him publish.

"Yes, publishing, I want to promote your picture book so that more children can see it, of course, I can't give you the exact amount of the copyright fee yet, but you can rest assured that I have been making children's books all my life, and I have a bit of status in this circle, and I will definitely help you get the greatest benefits, as long as you agree to publish." The old man was a little excited, he just wanted to promote such a good work, he didn't think about what benefits he could get, in his opinion, the form of picture books is too suitable for preschool children who don't know much, so he has to spare no effort.