Chapter 295

The next day, it was a cold winter in Beidu. The air was dry and cold. The busy office workers got up just as the sun rose to fight for the morning time for the busy day.

The area of Beidu is very large. Most people still live far away from where they work.

It was late at the end of the award ceremony yesterday. The little guy wanted to wait for his father to come back and hold his father's trophy with his own hands, but he couldn't survive when he was sleepy. As soon as the live broadcast on TV was over, there was nothing to attract attention.

The little guy kept saying, "I'll wait for Dad. I won't sleep." Then I slept on the sofa.

When Han Mo came back, the little man had fallen asleep.

It's a little late in the morning in winter. The little guy has been used to the biological clock, but today he wakes up much earlier than usual, because her little wish last night has not been completed. She wants to hold a cup of her father's cup with her own hands.

Han Mo had just finished his breakfast when he heard the pattering footsteps behind him.

"Dad, Dad, Xuanxuan will also receive the award." The little guy raised his hands high and jumped with excitement.

Han Mo looked at the little guy who just woke up with fluffy hair. He walked over with a smile and spoiled the child's head.

"You go to wash your face and brush your teeth first. Dad should wash his hands after cooking, and then we will give awards, okay?"

The little guy and the chicken pecked the rice and nodded.

Hearing the voice of her baby granddaughter, Chen Yuehong put the mobile phone she was chatting in the group into the living room and came over.

"Come on, grandma, take you to wash your face. Let's clean it and give the prize again." Chen Yuehong walks into the bathroom with Xuanxuan's little hand.

The little guy was very obedient. He said he would wash his face, but he ate breakfast under the persuasion of his grandmother.

Get up early in the morning and have plenty of time.

The little guy's so-called award is not that her father handed her the trophy. Even if it was finished, she pulled her grandparents to the middle of the living room and said they were the award guests.

"Grandpa and grandma, you start giving awards."

The old couple were stunned for a moment. Han Jun thought that if he directly said that the winner was Xuanxuan, the child would not let him. It was not so easy to fool the old couple.

Han Mo sat side by side on the sofa with the little guy. Seeing his parents' embarrassed expression, he kept smiling. He was lucky to be arranged to be a live audience this time. He just needed to clap when the little guy came on stage to receive the award.

He thinks this arrangement is very reasonable.

Chen Yuehong and Han Jun thought for a while, but looked at each other, and the old man wanted to speak.

Han Jun coughed twice and said, "today..."

Just said two words, the whole sentence has not been said, the little guy suddenly jumped up from the sofa, "wait." Then he ran away

The old man thought for a long time before he choked it out. He was swallowed back by his granddaughter's "wait".

The three adults didn't know what the little guy was going to do. They looked at each other as the little guy ran away.

Soon, the little guy returned to everyone's sight, but he had two more things in his hand, a broom and a mop.

"Grandpa and grandma, this is your microphone." Xuanxuan lit her little feet and handed the broom and mop to her grandparents.

Han Mo chuckled, glanced at his parents, and quickly put away his gloating expression.

The old couple can't help it. The baby granddaughter's request must be promised, as long as it's not too much. However, the concept of excessive is also determined by themselves. They haven't encountered excessive things for so long.

In this way, Chen Yuehong and Han Jun, one with a broom and the other with a mop, pretended to stand on the big stage of the xiangtian award and awarded the excellent screenwriter award.

"Grandma, you're wrong. Yesterday, the grandpa said that the best screenwriter who won the xiangtian award is..." the little guy said to grandma with a serious expression.

Chen Yuehong remembered that she didn't have a long voice. At the award ceremony yesterday, all the guests played tricks and dragged their voices for a long time. Unexpectedly, Xiao Xuanxuan even noticed this detail and asked them to learn it. She said again with a black line in her head, "the best screenwriter of this xiangtian award is... Xuanxuan."

The little guy jumped down from the sofa and walked in the direction of his grandparents.

The award ceremony, which was composed, directed and performed by ourselves, ended with warm applause from the whole family when the little guy raised his father's trophy.

"Dad, you should receive more awards in the future."

"Why?"

"So Xuanxuan can always receive the award."

"This... Maybe your grandparents don't want this."

Two figures, big and small, walking on the way to kindergarten with big hands and small hands. On the street, people are in a hurry and indifferent expression in the bus station. Only a pair of father and daughter, talking and laughing, shuttle through the cold winter in Beidu.

"Hey, isn't that Han Mo?"

"God, there are star parents in our kindergarten."

"They are really big stars. Did you see the xiangtian award ceremony yesterday《 The screenwriter of the legend of Zhen Huan is so awesome. "

"Is Han mo the father who sang kiss my baby in the kindergarten last time?"

"Yes, your reaction speed is too slow."

Many parents who sent their children to school gathered at the gate of the kindergarten. Han Mo took the little guy's small hand and walked towards the smiling teacher Ding rou. From time to time, he heard the comments around and the special eyes of parents.

Ding Rou also watched the live broadcast of the xiangtian award ceremony yesterday. When she saw Han Mo coming out, she pointed to the TV with her family and said that it was the parents of the children in her class. At that time, she felt very bright on her face.

Xuanxuan also heard whispers from her parents, which seemed different from the usual atmosphere. After all, the child was just a child. In her little heart, her father was very great, but she didn't know his influence in her own circle.

Han Mo sent the child to the kindergarten and wore it back again from the enthusiastic parents.

Han Mo didn't care much about his discussion. At this time, the mobile phone rang. It was Shuya. Connect the phone.

"In the past, I thought it was just a matter of honor whether I won the award or not, which had nothing to do with interests. However, the excellent actress award was just announced yesterday, and three major TV dramas came to me early this morning." Shuya said.

Han Mo smiled. "When you have a grand slam, more big productions will come to you."

"I don't want to go on the road of actors. Compared with acting, I prefer singing, singing my favorite songs and serving the people I like." Shuya felt it, but she thought of something. She climbed up a blush on her face and added, "I just like singing."

Han Mo was stunned. It was the first time he heard Shuya say he didn't want to be an actor. He always thought that Shuya's dedication was because of love, but it wasn't.

He suddenly found that he didn't understand Shuya. If he asked him about Shuya's preferences now, he couldn't say it at all. In the future, he should communicate more with Shuya and ask her what she likes.

"I respect your choice. In fact, I don't want you to be an actor. It's too hard."

"I'm not afraid of hard work, but now I want to do what I like."

Shuya certainly doesn't like to be an actor. She used to be an actor because of her life. The record industry is too depressed and it's difficult to find good songs. Actors are different. There are all kinds of roles to play, so her income won't be cut off. After all, Xuanxuan needs her to support her, and she wants her children to receive the best education and give her the best she can.

Now Han Mo can make money, and her character is completely different from before. Shuya doesn't want to develop in a career she doesn't like. Before she wanted to be seen, she just wanted to get an award as a souvenir before saying goodbye to film and television.

The two talked for a while. Suddenly, a beep came from Shuya's receiver. There was a new phone waiting for access. She moved the screen to her eyes and just wanted to ignore it. When she saw the flashing name, her eyes suddenly widened and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Han Mo, I have something urgent. Hang up first."

"OK..." before Han Mo's good words were said, Shu Ya hurriedly hung up the call with him.