Chapter 257

Hang up, Han Mo looks at a pile of notebooks and worries.

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

Han Mo could only be helpless and silent. He hardened his head and opened his notebook one by one.

I don't know how long later, Han Mo closed his last notebook, moved his sour hands and breathed a long sigh. He thought to himself that he would tell his mother not to agree to other people's requirements. Han Mo didn't like to be in the limelight. He had a hunch that if he didn't show off with his mother in time, he would certainly move back with countless books in the future.

"What was the response of the legend of Zhen Huan?" The old man came over and sat down in the side sofa.

Han Mo smiled and said, "OK."

Han Jun glanced at Han Mo with a calm face and didn't speak.

In the morning, when the old man went out, he saw the whole page of the news at the newspaper booth at the door of the community. The whole page of the news introduced the biography of Zhen Huan. When he came back in the afternoon, he saw the news in the mobile express, saying that the ratings of the biography of Zhen Huan exceeded the 2% mark, setting a new high for TV dramas.

Such a response, but if it's OK, the old man really has nothing to say.

The little guy suddenly came out of the small room with the pillow he just got, and his little mouth tooted. He didn't seem so happy.

Go in happily and come out with a small mouth. There must be something wrong. Han mogang wanted to ask the child what's the matter. The child's grandfather, who was more nervous than him, took the lead in saying, "what's the matter with my good granddaughter? Come to Grandpa. " The old man waved to Xuanxuan.

The little guy ran to Grandpa and held up his pillow. "Xuanxuan also wants the Q version of the portrait."

At this time, Han Jun saw the pillow in the little guy's hand with a pattern printed on it. From his clothes, we can see that this image is Shu Ya's appearance in the legend of Zhen Huan.

I still didn't look like a waiting girl when I entered the palace. It's very beautiful and lively.

Xuanxuan thought that her mother's portrait was very cute and wanted to have such a lovely version. She also wanted to print it on the pillow. The little guy had studied painting with his father for some time. He was still full of confidence, but he couldn't draw it at all after hiding in the room for a long time.

Xuanxuan held several pieces of drawing paper in her other small hand, all of which had been painted. Grandpa picked up the painting of his baby granddaughter, opened his eyes and exclaimed, "it's good. Xuanxuan has great talent for painting."

The old man thinks that his granddaughter is the best, the most sensible, the most beautiful, the smartest, the best at painting and the most beautiful at dancing. In a word, his granddaughter is the most perfect.

The little guy just had some depressed expression. When he heard grandpa's praise, he opened his eyes, and his lovely big eyes twinkled like stars.

Han Mo knows that her father exaggerates. Can he not know the extent to which the child draws? Xuanxuan's painting level is still in the stage of conceptual painting of things and animals, that is, she is still in the level of abstract painting. Her young child draws mainly by imagination, not by pursuing the similarity with the original, because the concepts of space and three-dimensional have not been formed, So Han Mo just smiled and didn't speak.

The little guy praised by his grandfather suddenly had confidence and ran to his father with the picture. "Dad, this is painted by Xuanxuan." The little guy held up the drawing paper in his hand.

In the past, except for the "divine likeness" portrait painted by Shuya, little guy painted characters alone, because Han Mo still kept children in the state of imagining what to paint. Some painting methods that need to combine the skills of three-dimensional graphics and spatial concepts, such as painting characters, have not been handed over to children. After all, he is too young to have this ability, Even if you learn it now, it won't have good results.

But

When Han Mo picked up Xuanxuan's drawing paper, he raised his eyebrows slightly. He never taught the children how to draw characters, nor did he teach Xuanxuan how to draw cartoon pictures.

"Xuanxuan, is this what you imagined?" Han Mo is very surprised. Although the painting of version Q on the paper is not very mature, the proportion is not very coordinated, and there are some details, this painting is undoubtedly shocking for a four-year-old child.

Xuanxuan took out a small picture of herself, which was taken from the frame. "I drew it according to my own picture and the portrait of my mother."

Han Mo carefully looked at Xuanxuan's painting. Xuanxuan was actually imitating the portrait of version Q on the pillow, and then painted it according to her own clothes and characteristics. Han Mo was shocked that the big head cartoon version painted by the little guy was really like a model. Maybe it was different from a three-dimensional real person, so the little guy could copy it very well, This time, it's really not just divine.

The little guy is ancient and strange. Of course, you can see the change of his father's expression. Being appreciated by his father is happier than being praised by his grandfather. She swallowed her saliva and waited for his next words.

"Yuxuan, your painting is great. My father believes that you can draw better soon." Han Mo said softly.

"Can you draw as beautiful as the mother on the pillow?" The little guy asked expectantly.

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

The little guy got his father's praise. His pink face blossomed happily. His pouted mouth had changed shape and hung a bright smile when he ran over.

Han Mo gently held the little guy to his legs and patiently pointed him up. The little guy listened carefully. Painting is like music. He pays great attention to talent. On the basis of talent, he will make continuous progress.

Han Mo has found that the little guy's painting talent is amazing, which is very similar to himself. When he was very young, he didn't go through any professional training. When he saw what he wanted to draw, he drew it casually and could copy it very much. Later, when he was older, he learned it for a period of time, but the real systematic learning was after he became an adult.

The little guy listened carefully to his father's explanation, then took the drawing paper and ran back to the room to continue painting.

Han Jun also followed the baby granddaughter into the room in high spirits.

"Xuanxuan, will you draw one for Grandpa, too?" The old man said in a deliberative tone.

The little guy replied cleverly, "of course, but grandpa has to wait for Xuanxuan to finish these first. Dad said to do things wholeheartedly and not give up halfway." Xuanxuan was very serious about reasoning with Grandpa.

"Yes, yes, dad is right. Grandpa waits and Xuanxuan draws slowly." The old man has no temper in front of the little guy. What bad temper? Impatient? Does not exist.

The classic dialogue between the old and the young kept coming out of the small room.

"Grandpa, you can't take this picture." The little guy said very seriously.

The old man was very aggrieved. He took his ID photo and whispered, "but grandpa only has such a photo."

"Grandpa, what we want to draw is version Q."

"What is version q?"

"Lovely, Grandpa, your picture is not cute at all."

The old man had three black lines on his head and looked down at his ID photo. He still took the photo five years ago. Just to look younger, he was said not to be cute by his granddaughter. He felt a touch of sadness

Han Mo shook his head reluctantly. In the whole world, Xuanxuan may be the only one who can cure his father. He has no temper at all.