Chapter 353

There was a strange number on the screen. Han Mo glanced and connected the phone.

"Hello, are you Han Zhixuan's parents?" On the other side of the phone was the voice of a young woman.

Han Mo couldn't help looking at Shuya. He seemed to guess something in his heart and hurriedly said, "yes, I'm Han Zhixuan's father."

"Oh, Hello, father Han, congratulations. Han Zhixuan's paintings have passed through layers of screening and finally won the chance to be shortlisted in the national finals. The relevant staff will inform you again through the kindergarten selection, and we will publish the shortlist on the official website. Now I contact you mainly to inform you that an exhibition will be held in Beidu Painting Exhibition Center in three days, At that time, all the paintings shortlisted for the national finals will be displayed in the exhibition, and the winning works will be selected by expert judges. "

The staff on the other side of the phone introduced some requirements related to the painting exhibition to Han Mo, mainly the dress, time and place. They hung up only after everything was explained clearly.

Little pangxie doesn't know the relationship between Shuya and Han mo. although he thinks they are always affectionate, he just thinks it's a normal attraction between handsome men and beautiful women.

Tang Huizi's business is over. Although pangxie is still excited, he has nothing to do now. He left the office with his computer.

At this time, Shu Ya gathered around Han mo. she heard Han Mo's answer like something about the little guy, and quickly asked, "is it about the child?"

Han Mo controlled his emotions and pretended to be calm, "guess."

"I can't guess. Say it quickly." Shuya said in a questioning tone.

Han Mo finally couldn't help laughing. "Xuanxuan's painting was really selected into the national finals."

"Is that the painting of small trees and grass?" Shuya asked with surprise and joy.

Han Mo smashed his mouth, "that's spring."

"Oh, yes, yes, Yuxuan's name," spring is coming. "

Han Mo told Shu Ya about the competition of children's paintings before. They were both very happy, but they didn't hold any hope. Many children as old as Xuanxuan accepted very formal painting studies in art schools, while the little guy was just at home and Han Mo taught her.

Han Mo's teaching philosophy is unique. Children can draw as they like, and any form they imagine can be drawn.

That afternoon

After Tang Huizi's affair, Shuya returned to the first place in the sales list again. As predicted by Han Mo, she dominated all the lists.

Han Mo arrived home early. In order to celebrate the little guy, Shuya also came back with him.

"Mom and Dad, teacher Ding Rou said today that I can attend the painting exhibition right away. I want to wear a beautiful skirt." As soon as the little guy saw his parents coming back, he ran over like an excited little swallow and jumped on Han mo.

"Yes, we Xuanxuan are going to wear a beautiful skirt to the exhibition." Han Mo was also happy. Although Han Mo participated in too many national competitions, which was much larger than this children's painting competition, this was his first time to participate in the painting exhibition by the light of the little guy. He was a little excited. He felt very happy just thinking about it.

"Dad, last time we agreed to let Xuanxuan design her own skirt, OK?" Xuanxuan looked at her father with big watery eyes, full of expectation.

"Of course, but the exhibition will be held in three days. Time is tight. We must hurry. Xuanxuan will draw the prototype of the skirt tonight."

The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and then suddenly his face showed a proud look.

"Yuxuan is not a procrastinating child." The little guy shook his head on his back like an adult, "Xuanxuan has already drawn the draft." The little guy didn't give his parents time to respond. He only heard a series of pattering footsteps. The little guy had run away.

When I came back again, I had a piece of drawing paper in my hand.

Shuya took the little guy's drawing paper and Youmei's eyes were stunned, "Xuanxuan, did you draw this alone?"

The little guy put his hands behind him and raised his chin proudly. "Of course, this is the skirt Xuanxuan is going to wear for the exhibition."

Shuya was really a little surprised at the child's painting talent and handed Han mo the drawing paper in her hand.

Han Mo was also surprised, not because the child painted too well, but mainly because the little guy was ready to participate in the painting exhibition. Where did he get self-confidence? The child is very similar to him and confident enough.

Shuya leaned over and took the picture painted by Xuanxuan and said gently, "can mom make this skirt with you?"

The little guy jumped up happily when he heard his mother's words, "great, mom and Xuanxuan make skirts together, great."

Shu yachong drowned and rubbed the child's head.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

The little guy's hope for the stars and the moon finally came to the day of the exhibition.

Because Xuanxuan's paintings were selected by the golden sun kindergarten, Wang Lei, as the principal of the kindergarten, and Ding Rou, the head teacher, were also invited to the exhibition.

Han Mo took the little guy's little hand and walked far to the gate of the exhibition center. Every time an exhibition was held, a red carpet would be paved in front of the gate.

The little guy was very excited when he walked on the red carpet for the first time. He deliberately imitated the appearance of those stars on TV, walked slowly on the stall, and then showed a picture from time to time. Although there was no one on both sides of the red carpet, Xuanxuan thought of a lot of cameras facing her in her little head.

"Xuanxuan dad, Xuanxuan." Teacher Ding Rou stood waiting for them at the gate. When he saw Han Mo and the little guy, he waved his hands.

Ding Rou is wearing a watermelon red bra dress today. Her complexion is very white, her figure is tall, and two sexy collarbones under her delicate long neck. The ripe softness is squeezed in the middle of the bra, revealing half a circle. She seldom wears such sexy clothes, so she is not used to it today. She always subconsciously lifts her chest up.

But because it's too full, the more you pull, the more you're ready to move.

Han Mo didn't notice Ding Rou's embarrassment. He just smiled and nodded politely, leading the little guy into the hall of the exhibition center. Ding Rou blushed, pulled her skirt again, and followed her in.

Han Mo, as a parent, wants to fill in a qualification form for the finals, so he gives Xuanxuan to Ding rou.

When Han Mo was there just now, Ding Rou only looked at her skirt shyly and didn't pay attention to her side. When Han Mo left, she noticed what Xuanxuan was wearing today.

"Xuanxuan, your skirt is so beautiful. Did your father buy it newly?"

The little guy also pulled his own skirt, but it was completely different from the purpose of Ding Rou pulling her skirt just now. The little guy raised his head confidently and looked proud, "this is not bought, but designed by myself."