Chapter 570

All the dads are here.

In fact, they didn't expect that they could really get all their fathers together, and none of them was absent for some reason.

"Father Ruirui, you're here too. I didn't expect it."

"I didn't expect you to come, father tiger. You're fat again. Your little tiger is thin. Did you eat all the meat?"

"I'm relaxed and fat, ha ha."

"In fact, the most surprised thing is that Mengmeng's father is here. Mengmeng's father, why are you free?"

"Isn't this a requirement? No matter how busy you are, you should come according to the teacher's requirements. I hope it will end soon. There are still things in our company. I have to go back to work overtime today."

Han Mo listened to several familiar dads chatting and didn't answer, but he could feel that they didn't know as much as they did. At least he knew that the child had painted a painting. Today may be the exhibition, and then let each father take the painting away.

The parents' meeting officially began. The dads stopped chatting and the classroom became quiet.

In fact, the activity of "my father" was not conceived by Ding Rou alone. It was an activity of the kindergarten, but their class took the lead as a demonstration class of the kindergarten.

At the moment, in addition to teacher Ding Rou, there is also Wang Lei, the head of golden sun kindergarten.

In general, the head of the kindergarten class will not participate in the parents' meeting. When the head of the kindergarten comes, the fathers know that it must be a more important activity. They also vaguely feel that today's activity is not so simple.

Although Han Mo has a good relationship with Wang Lei, he didn't know in advance that today's parents' meeting will be attended by the principal.

Wang Lei smiled. "Hello, dads, I'm lucky to hold this parents' meeting with you today. Our previous parents' meetings were at the end or beginning of the semester, and there was no theme. Today, our parents' meeting was temporarily decided, and the theme was called my father."

All these dads know, so they wonder why there is a parents' meeting at this time, but they all cooperate.

Wang Lei was hired back to be the head of the golden sun kindergarten. He is much older than the present father. To be exact, he should be the same age as the children's grandfather. He has a very kind face. The children like him very much, and the teachers and parents are willing to deal with him.

Wang Lei continued, "our fathers may not have noticed that the children's paintings my father have been pasted on the wall behind the classroom, and all the children in the class have handed in their homework."

The dads began to whisper. Some dads just listened to their mother's notice that they were going to hold a parents' meeting today. They didn't even know about their homework. As soon as they heard the principal say about the child's painting, they began to ask each other.

Han Mo knows a lot and whispers to the dads around him.

From time to time, a father looks at the wall behind him, looking for his child's paintings. Because the distance is a little far, the paintings are closely hung one by one, which is difficult to distinguish.

"Dads, now you can go to the back of the classroom and take down your children's paintings."

The dads couldn't wait. Just now, because the headmaster was talking, they just looked over and didn't move. Now the headmaster spoke and asked them to go to the back. The dads strode back.

But just walked to the back, all the fathers were stunned.

At first, they just thought that the children were painting themselves and dreamed of their tall and handsome image in front of the children. Unexpectedly, all the paintings were a villain and seemed to be doing something.

"Now fathers can take down their children's paintings." Wang Lei's tone was still amiable.

"This... There's no name. How can I find it?"

"And what does the child draw? The facial features are not obvious at all."

"Yes, I don't understand what this painting is."

Xiaohu's father went to Han Mo and complained, "I'm sure it's impossible for anyone to guess which one was painted by their own children. They don't even have a name. They can't guess at all."

When Xiaohu's father spoke, Han Mo was ready to stretch out his hand. Just after Xiaohu's father finished speaking, Han Mo extended his hand to the little guy's painting and took it down. There were a lot of paintings. Han Mo only looked for the little guy's painting and didn't quite hear Xiaohu's father's words.

"What are you talking about?" Han Mo already holds Xuanxuan's painting in both hands.

Father tiger coughed twice and shook his round head, "it's all right." She smiled twice and continued to look for Xiaohu's painting aimlessly.

Apart from Han Mo, the dads are looking for their children's paintings like headless flies. Look at this one and that one. They are still looking for them like recognizing handwriting. But painting is not like writing. It has no rules. It's really hard to see.

This scene was guessed by Wang Lei and Ding Rou long ago. Ding Rou looked at Wang Lei with worried eyes. Wang Lei laughed.

"We actually have two topics, one is my father and the other is father in my eyes. What children draw is actually what they see you do every day. In other words, write down your words and deeds when you get home. " Wang Lei's words were very clear. When he finished, he paused for a moment, waiting for the reaction of his fathers.

"What we do ourselves?"

"I usually watch TV after dinner when I go home."

"I read books and listen to songs."

"I go home every day..." Xiaohu's father thought, and then suddenly thought of something. His face turned red and hurried to continue looking on the wall.

Other dads also seemed to understand something and began to look for it purposefully.

"This one should be mine. I only play with my mobile phone when I go home." Although Xiaohu's father doesn't want to admit it, he knows it well. Indeed, what he does most when he comes home is to nest on the sofa and play mobile games.

Another father also wanted to take the picture of playing with his mobile phone. He blushed embarrassed and said, "Hey, me too."

"Inside, cough, it seems to be mine. I only play hand games when I go home."

The muscles on father tiger's face jerked. Looking around, there were several pictures of a villain holding a mobile phone in both hands

He really didn't want to grab a picture of playing with mobile phones with several dads, but he couldn't help it, because he was sure it was him. Father tiger smiled awkwardly, "you see, the head of the villain in in that picture is as round as me. That's what my son painted me."

Several dads compared it. It was really round. They gave the painting to Xiaohu's father and went to find other paintings playing with mobile phones.

Mengmeng's father is holding a picture in his hand. The little man in the picture is sitting in front of the computer. There is a watch on the wall, and the pointer points to twelve o'clock.

Although he knows that this is what he does every day, Mengmeng's father is nothing but work.

However, when he saw his daughter draw all this with his own eyes, he was still sad. He suddenly felt a little ashamed and didn't want others to see himself in the painting.