Chapter 67

After being quiet for a while, netizens seemed to react suddenly, and comments jumped out one wave after another.

"Who can tell me who the horse riding knight is? I searched it just now. I didn't see his published poetry collection."

"Don't mention the poetry collection. I haven't received a single poem by the horseman."

"I also want to know who the Royal knight is. I've read it carefully many times. The more I read it, the better. Is it a newcomer? "

"Wait, horseman, is it about Little Red Riding Hood? The author of Little Red Riding Hood and frog prince, my daughter's two favorite books recently, is the horseman. "

The beating comment is quiet again

"I'll go. It's really."

"I also found out that the Royal Horse Knight really wrote two fairy tale books. It's incredible that those who write fairy tale books can also write poetry."

"But apart from the information of these two books, there is nothing else, not even a brief introduction."

"Is the horseman still there? Why don't you come out and say something? "

"Yes, I uploaded the poem and the person disappeared."

For a time, comments were launched around the horse knight. At first, they were appreciating his poetry, and then they began to guess his identity. Other poets will still come out to interact with netizens after the competition. All those who can enter this post are poetry lovers. They are very familiar with the participating poets, and only the horse riding knight is particularly mysterious.

The competition in the forum is purely entertainment. The people who vote the most only represent the love of netizens. There is no reward. It is regarded as meeting friends with poetry. The poets don't want to make money on this platform. They don't care. They continue to vote.

Han Mo didn't wait for the voting to end and directly withdrew from the website. Originally, he didn't expect to win the prize. He just shared a poem he liked very much.

Tick, an unread text message.

Click to open the text message. The money paid by the TV station for the audio copyright has arrived. Not to mention Hu ye, he is really vigorous and resolute. Han Mo didn't expect the money to arrive so soon.

After the bank's arrival reminder, followed by a message from Zhang Mingli, "idol, my program will be broadcast on the children's channel of Beidu TV at 5:00 this afternoon. It's about the frog prince. I hope you can also watch my program, hee hee. Also, you can rest assured that I will never tell you your double-sided identity. "

Zhang Mingli is actually two or three years younger than Hanmo, but both speech and mind are like a child. Han Mo typed two words in the reply dialog box, "OK."

Xuanxuan didn't sleep long during the day. There was a confused and milk voice in the small room, "Dad, I woke up."

Han Mo smiled at his mobile phone and walked to the little guy's room.

The little guy just fell asleep before he heard the story. As soon as he woke up, he remembered that before he heard the story, why did ektor abandon Xiaoge's great grandmother? Why do you miss Coco's great grandmother so much but don't go back to meet her?

Xuanxuan sat on the bed with her messy hair rolled on the bed. When she saw her father coming in, she flopped down again“ Dad, I haven't finished listening to the story just now. " The little guy likes to stay in bed. He didn't want to sleep before and didn't want to get up when he woke up.

Han Mo walked over and gently stroked Xuanxuan's long hair on both sides of her face. The little face protected by her disheveled hair suddenly appeared pink. Han Mo picked up his fingers and scanned the little guy's little nose, "get up and listen to the story."

Xuanxuan pursed her lips reluctantly. It was so comfortable in the quilt, and her little brain retracted into the quilt again.

Although Han Mo dotes on children, he is very principled about forming good habits. Han Mo pretended to turn and walked to the door.

The little guy slipped out of the quilt and saw that his father didn't go out. He thought his father wouldn't tell a story because she couldn't get up. He sat up quickly. "Yuxuan gets up," she said with a cute look on her face

Han Mo stopped, smiled and turned around. The little guy had jumped out of bed and walked in front of Han mo.

Xuanxuan hurried to the living room, jumped onto the sofa, held the plush rabbit, and waited for her father to continue telling the story.

Xiaoge's story continues. Han Mo tells Xuanxuan that ektor didn't abandon her wife. She wanted to go home and miss her wife and daughter, but on the way home, she was poisoned by her then partner Dracus and robbed the songs written by ektor... The last great grandmother Imelda forgave her great grandfather and sent blessings to Xiaoge, Without any conditional blessing, Xiaoge's great grandmother didn't forget her father. It was Xiaoge's singing that made Keke's great grandmother speak again

Xuanxuan's mood was completely driven. She began to worry about ektor being misunderstood, and was sad that ektor was about to disappear from the world of the dead because he was forgotten by his relatives. However, with the misunderstanding solved, Xiaoge received the blessing of his family, ektor did not disappear, and the little guy clapped his hands happily.

Han Mo was very happy to see that Xuanxuan was so excited. He just told the film to the children as an interesting and novel story, but didn't tell his last feelings. In fact, when he watched the film in the original world, he felt very deeply.

Although it is a dream seeking story, because the little boy MIG's musical dream unfolds, it is a story about "going home" for both Xiaoge and ektor.

Xiaoge hopes to get the blessing without additional conditions and return to the world, otherwise he will really become a "kid" and stay in the world of the dead. Ektor hopes that someone can sacrifice his photos. He wants to go home and see his daughter before he finally disappears, and they must finish these before dawn.

At that time, we were watching in the cinema. At the end, everyone was sobbing quietly. Although Han Mo didn't shed tears, he was filled with emotion, just like the sentence in the publicity of the film: please remember me before the memory of love disappears.

The disappearance of the body is not terrible. The terrible thing is to be forgotten, because the real death is that no one remembers you. It is because of this that I stabbed the audience's tears when the film was playing.

The story is a little long. It's just time for dinner.

The little guy didn't hear enough. This story is too novel and fun for Xuanxuan. But Xiaodu has demonstrated to her and is a little hungry.

Xuanxuan ordered some dishes she liked to eat in her father's menu. Han Mo received the order and hurried to the kitchen to cook. Xuanxuan watched TV alone in the living room.

Han Mo's meal was half done. Suddenly, the little guy shouted, "Dad, look, the Frog Prince is on TV."

Han Mo went to the living room and glanced at the TV. It turned out that it was the children's channel of Beidu TV. Zhang Mingli was wearing candy colored clothes on TV and telling a story with a rabbit doll. Originally, Zhang Mingli was younger when he looked at his age and dressed up. No wonder he called himself Mingli's brother.

Maybe for adults, they have seen the program once. Unless the very good part will be watched again, they will not watch it again. However, children are different. Good stories are never tired of hearing. Xuanxuan doesn't know how many times she has heard the story of the frog prince. At the moment, it is being told on TV, and she can still watch it with interest.

Han Mo didn't take it seriously. After watching it for a while, he continued to go back to the kitchen. The time was just right. The meal was ready and the story was finished.

In the face of a table of favorite dishes, the little guy turned on his ability to prepare food and cleaned it up. Han Mo likes to see Yuxuan's delicious appearance when eating. Every time he eats with the little guy, he feels that time passes quickly.

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After playing with Xuanxuan, taking a bath, brushing his teeth, telling stories and coaxing him to sleep, Han Mo gently took the door of the small room. At this time, his mobile phone suddenly rang. He hurried to the phone for fear that the bell would wake up the child.

Before Han Mo spoke, Zhang Mingli's excited voice came from the other end of the phone. "As soon as the program ended, the children's parents began to call the TV station, saying that we chose the story well. Up to now, the phone hasn't been disconnected. We also asked if the next story is your little red riding hood. It is estimated that the children are waiting to watch the next program. " Zhang Mingli smiled a few times, then said a little embarrassed, "in fact, there is another thing I want to ask you. Director Hu just said, let me ask you if you have any other stories. If so, we want to buy them all."

Han Mo knew that the last sentence was the key point, which was also the reason why Hu agreed to his price so happily.

Zhang Mingli waited carefully for Han Mo's answer on the other side of the phone.

Han Mo said faintly, "at present, there is no."