Chapter 321

The little guy is standing in front of the TV with his head tilted. Because it's not the first time to watch it, she can think of some pictures in advance. Before the plot, the little guy has begun to be nervous.

Shu Qiang said while watching TV, "Xiao Han, you can write fairy tales to prove that your writing skills should be good. Let Shu Ya take you to introduce some screenwriters and develop in this regard."

Han Mo knew that the old man didn't know much about him, so he didn't take it seriously. He cooperated and said, "OK, I'll tell Shuya and learn more."

Shu Qiang's attitude towards Han Mo is very sincere. He feels that this young man is very good. He looks completely different from his impetuous before. He also wants to say more to him. After all, this man will live with his daughter all his life.

"The screenwriter of the legend of Zhen Huan is already very powerful. He should be an old man in the screenwriting industry. If you have the opportunity to introduce Shu Ya, you can learn more from others.

Han Mo hesitated and didn't have time to speak.

It happened that this episode of the TV play was finished and the preview of the next episode was playing. The little guy who had been standing in front and watching TV carefully suddenly turned around and said, "Dad, you're great. Would you like to write Xuanxuan in next time?" Then he ran to Han mo.

When Shu Qiang saw the baby granddaughter running over, he smiled and said, "write Xuanxuan into the fairy tale?"

The little guy jumped on his father, "no, Xuanxuan will be written in the legend of Zhen Huan, and then she will be her mother's daughter." The little guy's proud expression and big watery eyes opened wide.

Shu Qiang laughed when he heard his granddaughter's words, and fondly touched the little guy's head. "If you want to write the legend of Zhen Huan, Dad can't help Xuanxuan, so please ask the screenwriter's uncle for help."

Xuanxuan straightened her neck. "It's not the screenwriter's uncle, it's the screenwriter's father. The legend of Zhen Huan was written by his father."

Shu Qiang was stunned for a moment. He thought it was impossible. The four-year-old must not understand what a screenwriter is. He gently pointed to TV. "A screenwriter is the person who writes all the plots of a TV play."

At the end of the next trailer, the list of performers began to roll on TV.

Suddenly, the little guy jumped off his father, ran to the TV, pointed to the TV and jumped and jumped, "Dad, look at my father's name."

The little guy doesn't know many words, but she knows her parents and their own names. At the moment, Han Mo's name is rolling on the TV screen.

Screenwriter: Han Mo

Producer: Han Mo

Director: Zhang Liguo, Han Mo

Editor: Han Mo

Han Mo

Han Mo

......

Shu Qiang looked at the rapidly scrolling list of actors and staff on the screen. It was a little fast. If he just wanted to see a name, he might have to stare at it and concentrate to find it, but Han Mo's names were next to a series, so it was hard not to see it.

"Are you really..."

Shu Qiang swallowed his saliva. What he wanted to say just now stuck in his throat and was swallowed by him.

Han Mo was going to say it. After all, he didn't just get along with the old man for a day or two. There was no need to hide it, but just wanted to say it, he was robbed by the little guy.

The little guy never gave up any chance to show his father. He said excitedly, "yes, yes, the screenwriter of the legend of Zhen Huan is my father."

Shu Qiang tightened his eyes and coughed softly. He never said anything about the legend of Zhen Huan and the screenwriter

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became awkward.

The little guy is still praising her father. She thinks that her father's writing the legend of Zhen Huan has brought her infinite glory. Her little head is held high in kindergarten every day. Even if Han Mo often teaches the little guy, her parents' Honor has nothing to do with her. Xuanxuan wants to work hard and get more honor, which belongs to her own honor.

The little guy is very sensible and understands what his father said, but he is still very proud.

In fact, this kind of psychology is like that parents are proud of their children's achievements, and children will be proud of their parents' excellence.

Han Mo used to let the little guy go and let her say it, but this time Han Mo observed the old man's expression and really didn't want the little guy to say anything about himself.

But every time he tried to think of a topic to interrupt, Xuanxuan would find a new topic to boast about her father.

The atmosphere in the ward was a little awkward.

Han Mo is trying to start a new topic. When he is thinking hard, the little guy suddenly runs to the old man. Children always have a lot of new ideas.

"Grandpa, will you take me to my mother's kindergarten?" Children always hear that they look like their mother when they were young. Is it the same in the kindergarten they went to. Two things that are completely unrelated in adults' hearts are related in children's hearts.

"Of course, grandpa can take Xuanxuan to many places, no matter where he leaves the hospital." Shu Qiang is now looking forward to leaving the hospital. He found that many things can only be done after leaving the hospital, including playing with his baby granddaughter.

Han Mo knew that the old man couldn't be discharged soon. He was afraid that the child's requirements would distract the old man. He hurriedly told Xuanxuan, "Grandpa's disease is not well, so he can't be discharged so soon."

"Who says my disease is not well yet? My operation was very successful. Dr. Liu said that in the future, as long as drug control is OK." Shu Qiang defended.

Of course, Han Mo knows this. He said later. It's not recent. In a short time, he must not walk around. He should receive good treatment in the hospital.

Han Mo didn't know how to tell the old man. He was afraid that the old man would be unhappy if he said it again, but if he didn't understand it in his heart, he was afraid that the stubborn old man would have a childish temper.

At this time, Liu Guangfeng came in and made a routine ward round.

Han Mo was delighted to see the attending doctor coming. He said that it was useless. As soon as the doctor said, the old man should be afraid. He hurried to ask for help and looked like Liu Guangfeng.

Dr. Liu smiled at Han Mo and looked at the old man. "Are your family members advising you to go out more? The operation is very successful. You can get out of bed properly. When the sun is good, you can go out to the hospital yard for a walk."

The old man's eyes brightened, "do you hear me? The doctors said I could go out for a walk."

Han Mo sighed and shook his head with three black lines on his helpless head.

get out......

This is too broad.

As soon as Liu Guangfeng heard the old man's words, he understood that he would be wrong.

In fact, the doctor is right. You can really walk in the corridor and yard, but Han Mo knows better that the old man is not so obedient. The scope of the doctor is the hospital yard, and the scope of the old man can be the whole city of Southern Jiangsu.