Chapter 19

The innocent laughter of the children came from the classroom of class 2. Now it's free play time. In fact, the kindergarten class plays most of the time, but usually in groups. At the moment, the children gather around a small table.

"Han Zhixuan, you said your father painted it?" Li Xiaohu enviously stretched out his fat little brain and wanted to touch the picture book on the table.

"Of course, my father painted it while telling me a story. I saw my father draw it with my own eyes. My father is great." Xuanxuan sat in front of the small table with a proud look. The small table was surrounded by children.

Xuanxuan has told the children the story of the Frog Prince twice according to the picture book, but we still don't want to leave. We all want to see more picture books. Xuanxuan is a child who is willing to share. She treats the picture book as a treasure for fear that it will be damaged and wrinkled. But the child wanted to see and touch, and she didn't mind.

"Xuanxuan, your father is really good. I haven't seen such a beautiful atlas in the bookstore." Yue Yan carefully squeezed into Xuanxuan's side, and the whole small face had to be pasted on the picture book. She looked at it closely for fear of missing a detail.

"I think Xuanxuan's father must be a painter. My mother said that a painter can draw such a good picture book."

"Nonsense, there are so many painters. Why haven't we seen their story books?"

"Then Xuanxuan's father must be a genius. Genius can do anything."

The children praised her father around Xuanxuan. This praise made her happier than her praise in art class. Xuanxuan raised her small face slightly, "of course, my father is great. He is not only a painter but also a genius. There is nothing in the world that my father can't do." The subject of every sentence of the little guy is my father, and he doesn't hide his proud little look.

"Xuanxuan, can you lend me the picture book?" Zhang Mengmeng asked in a timid whisper. She was not satisfied with reading from a distance. She wanted to touch the book closer. She liked the beautiful little princess and the frog who would become a prince.

"Of course." The little guy carefully picked up the book and handed it to Zhang Mengmeng standing behind.

The children who did not dare to take the initiative to borrow books were excited and raised their small hands one after another.

"I want it, too. Can Xuanxuan lend me a look?"

"I want to borrow it, too."

"And me."

"And me"

“......”

Zhang Mengmeng quickly held the book in her arms for fear that it would be robbed by other eager children.

"Well, well, lend it to you. Don't rob it. Don't rob my book." The little guy imitated the teacher's tone of voice, solemnly commanded the little friends with small hands, "you are the first, you are the second, you are the third..." the little guy calmly arranged the reading order of each child, and then sat proudly in his seat.

After the book was taken away, the children changed the battlefield with the book. Whoever took the book, the others gathered around. They had seen it before, or the next one was that they could take it, but they still couldn't help but want to look around again. They didn't see enough at all.

Ding Rou has been standing in front of the classroom to observe the children's every move. She first browsed the book brought by Xuanxuan, because what the children brought, as a head teacher, must have a look first. She thought it was just an ordinary story book, but she found its difference in her hand.

This is not an ordinary story book, but a very interesting book. It can be seen that the book is handmade. Every page of the picture in the book is painted by hand, including the bound cover. The painter is comparable to any picture book she has shown her children. The most important thing is the story "Frog Prince" in the picture book, which she has never heard of.

Ding Rou's major is preschool education. Naturally, she has read a lot of story books, but she hasn't seen or even heard this story. Just now, she curiously checked it on her mobile phone and didn't have any information about this book. According to Xuanxuan, this picture book was painted by her father while telling. Then this story must be original by Xuanxuan's father.

Just now, Ding Rou just looked at it in a hurry. At the moment, Ding Rou was looking at the children in the class competing to borrow Xuanxuan's picture book. She was also a little stupid and ready to move. She wanted to borrow it in the past. Now she should be able to see it in a moment when she went to line up. Ding Rou suddenly had this idea in her mind.

"What do you think? Miss Ding. "

Ding Rou suddenly calmed down from her childish thoughts and found that the head of the garden was standing next to her and said hello with a hurried smile, "head Wang."

Wang Lei, in his 60s, was originally the editor in chief of a famous children's magazine in Beidu. He devoted his life to early childhood education. He wanted to enjoy a leisurely life after retirement, but he was invited to be the head of the golden sun kindergarten.

Wang Lei looked at Ding Rou with a simple and honest smile and found that the children were looking around at something. A trace of childlike curiosity floated on his kind face, "what are the little guys looking at? So focused, it's much more serious than when the gardener tells stories every week. " Then he laughed at himself.

"They are reading a picture book."

"Ha ha." Wang Lei's simple and honest laughter sounded again, and there were several more wrinkles on his fat face because of the smile. "What picture book is so beautiful that it can compare with our own books in the park?" Every batch of books in the kindergarten are carefully selected by him. He dares to pat his chest and say that he is definitely the best in children's books.

Ding Rou knew the old principal's self-confidence and whispered in a slightly embarrassed voice, "it's a picture album drawn by the student's parents and told a story, which should also be original by the parents." With that, Ding Rou squeezed out an unnatural smile.

The old man's smiling expression suddenly froze on his face and looked at Ding Rou strangely. Ding Rou nodded unnaturally, "it's really painted by a parent. The child brought it to school. That book is very popular." Afraid that the old principal couldn't face up, she added, "at least now, but maybe the children are curious about new things and like it so much." After this sentence, she felt far fetched and laughed to hide her words.

Wang Lei usually laughs happily and doesn't worry about anything. This time, it's different. Books are his lifelong career. He takes his work father very seriously. He walks towards the children curiously.

The little guys were immersed in the story of the little frog and the little princess. They didn't find the gardener standing behind them.

"Children, can you lend me this book?" Wang Lei smiled kindly with a very soft tone, like an older child asking to join the children's reading team.

The little guys turned back and shouted in unison, "Grandpa the gardener."

Wang Lei smiled and touched the brains of the children near him. "Can you lend it to Grandpa?"

"But we're in line." Li Xiaohu said in some embarrassment, because it's his turn to see it now, but he wasn't sure whether the children in the back row would like grandpa the gardener to jump in the queue“ Why don't you ask Han Zhixuan? This is her book. "

Wang Lei looked at Xuanxuan with inquiring eyes. The little guy nodded and agreed with the gardener's grandpa to jump in line and read her book first. Wang Lei smiled kindly and thanked the little guys.

Ding Rou hurried over to interact with the children and divert their attention so that they have other things to do now. The children are not so easy to fool. Although they play games with the teacher, their eyes look at the direction of the principal from time to time, because their most precious prince green frog is still in the hands of the principal.

Wang Lei's eyes fell on the book and couldn't help but worry. At first, he thought the book was just the graffiti of a parent who had studied painting. But when the first picture on the cover came into his eyes, the author's exquisite painting skills completely stunned him. This was definitely not a little understanding of painting or graffiti. Wang Lei opened the first page with a complex mood.