Chapter 20

Wang Lei read carefully page by page and was deeply attracted by the story content and pictures.

It's not the first time for him to read a story book written by others, but most of them tell stories in large length, and only a few of them are illustrations. For example, every page of the book is painted with pictures, and the pictures can basically associate with the central meaning expressed on this page. Lao Wang saw it for the first time.

Children who wonder how they have to know words can also easily tell a complete story by looking at the book. It turned out that it was the reason for the picture. Wang Lei fell into meditation.

After returning the books to the children, Wang Lei returned to the office and dialed the secretary.

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When Han Mo came home, he sat alone in front of his desk and his eyes fell on the closed computer screen. The black screen can clearly reflect his appearance. This face is gradually not so strange.

After a short look, Han Mo leaned back heavily on the back of the computer chair and sighed. There was a big contrast between the busy before and the idle now. Although it was only a few days, Han Mo, who was used to running around, felt uncomfortable. Recently, he has been paid for these short-term jobs, and life is no problem.

Han Mo sat up straight and put one hand on the computer desk. He just met the original owner's ashtray. Han Mo himself doesn't smoke. Although he has the memory of the original owner smoking in his mind, his resistance to smoking hasn't changed. He has thrown away all the cigarettes in the room. This ashtray is Shuya's first film abroad and bought a gift for the original owner. It has a unique shape, It's a mouth with blackened teeth. It's not bad as a decoration. It's also kept as a souvenir, so Han Mo didn't throw it away when cleaning the house.

The phone rang. Han Mo didn't want to take out his mobile phone. There was an unknown number flashing on the screen. The mobile phone number of the TV station had been saved before. Who is this? Is it someone from Happy Valley.

Connect the phone.

"Hello, this is golden sun kindergarten. Are you Han Zhixuan's father?"

Hearing this sentence, Han Mo's nerve instinctively tightened and thought it was something the child had encountered in the kindergarten. He subconsciously stood up and looked serious, "yes, I'm her father. What's the matter with the child?"

Han Mo is a calm person, but somehow he gets flustered when he hears the child's name. He hangs up and down. This feeling is very strange.

"No, there's nothing wrong with the child. The child is very good." The caller was a young woman. She smiled and explained when she heard Han Mo's response.

Hearing that the child was okay, Han Mo's hanging heart was put down. However, since it was not the child's business, how could the kindergarten call him? After his mood was stable, he asked again, "what's the purpose of this call?"

"Our headmaster saw the frog prince you painted and was very interested. He wanted to ask if you could come to the kindergarten and talk to you in detail." The female secretary secretly read the book before making a phone call and felt very good. Now she was a little looking forward to what the omnipotent father called by the children was like.

Han Mo hooked his mouth. The little guy took the book to the kindergarten. Whether to talk about books or not, Han Mo didn't care much. He mainly wanted to have children. For some time in the future, children will live with their mother. You can take advantage of this opportunity to see children.

"Yes, I'll go now."

"Come here now?"

"Yes, now."

The female secretary was stunned. She didn't expect Han Mo to promise so soon. She thought the painter would be very busy. She should say to make another appointment, or ask the Secretary to check the worksheet and give another notice. She was ready to communicate and meet again. She was surprised that the other party was so frank.

The female secretary took the initiative to communicate with Han Mo briefly, and the phone hung up.

Han Mo was happy and could see the little guy right away. Usually, parents can only enter the park when their children go to and from school. They are only at the door. He has never seen his children's class. He really wants to see his children's class with his own eyes.

He always felt that he was a person who could control his emotions. Even in this world, he could still perfectly control himself, so that his happiness and anger were not expressed. However, as long as he thought of things related to the little guy, Han Mo would unconsciously remind the corners of his mouth and be full of happiness. Maybe this is father's love, the most and most real feelings inherited from the original owner.

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Golden sun kindergarten.

The other party just said to come now. The female secretary didn't know how long it would be. She simply went to the door and waited. Although she had just graduated, her ability to observe words and colors was not just learned. From the gardener's attitude, it can be seen that Mr. Wang was really interested in the author of this book. She came to apply for the Secretary of the gardener against the prestige of Wang Lei, a senior preschool educator, So the old man didn't dare to neglect her.

Han Mo's rented house and kindergarten were originally nearby. In addition, he was a little anxious. He walked fast with long legs and arrived at the kindergarten without a moment's effort.

Seeing someone standing at the gate of the kindergarten, Han Mo thought it might be the female secretary who called him, "I'm Han Zhixuan's father." He didn't say the following words, but he was sure that the other party knew the reason for his coming, and the other party's reaction also confirmed his guess.

"You are, you are the painter?" She can't believe her eyes. Although her voice is really young and magnetic when she calls, she doesn't know why she always thinks it should be a middle-aged man who looks a little fat, maybe a little bald. She didn't expect the child's father to be tall, handsome and young

"Not a painter, just the child's father." Han Mo said faintly.

She coughed twice and adjusted her expression. "Hello, I'm the secretary who called you just now. Please come in with me. The principal is already waiting for you."

The female secretary and the security uncle nodded and signaled that she would take someone in.

Walking in front of her, she couldn't help looking back at Han Mo and covered her surprise with a smile.

After knocking on the door several times, with a "please come in", the female secretary gently pushed open the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Han Mo's main purpose this time is to see how Xuanxuan looks in school. Unfortunately, it's time to go to bed in the afternoon. The whole kindergarten is quiet and the children are sleeping. The plan to visit the little guy can only be abandoned.

Wang Lei was surprised when he saw Han Mo at first sight. He thought about the appearance of the book author, but he didn't think it would be so young. The old man smiled gently and said, "you are the youngest painter I've ever seen."

"Don't dare to be. I'm not a painter. I can only be a painting lover at most." Han Mo is right. He is not a painter. He studied art when he was a child, which is a little boy skill. Later, when he grew up, he went to r country to study modeling courses and took art courses, which raised his art skills to a higher level.

Painting is about talent. Han Mo is the kind of person with great talent. If he didn't want to be the world's top stylist at the beginning, he might become a cartoonist, but this is all later. In this world, the development of cultural industry is not good. Even the top paintings here can only be regarded as the general level in the original world of Han Mo, and Han Mo's paintings are even the top in this world.

The old man smiled and liked the modest young man very much. "Our story book is mainly written, supplemented by pictures. It is generally in the form of illustrations. The picture book you painted for your children looks like an album. The words on each page are very short, but it can tell a complete story in a very novel form."

Han Mo was stunned. Don't they know it's called a picture book? It has long been popular all over the world in his original world. Almost every child will have several such picture books, because they mainly focus on pictures. Adults and children can freely tell stories according to pictures and short sentences, and pictures are hand-painted, which is very real, unlike the printed version in the past.

Wang Lei continued“ And did you create the story of the frog prince? "

Since there is no picture book here, nor is the story of the frog prince. Han Mo doesn't want to explain more. He replied casually, "yes, the story is what I think casually, coax the children to be happy, and then draw it into a picture book."

"Picture book?" The old man keenly grasped the word, "is this your name for this type of book?"

Han Mo was a little embarrassed and nodded slightly, "it's true."

"Great, since all the copyrights are in your hands, I want to help you publish this work. No, it's a picture book, your picture book."

"Publishing?" Han Mo didn't guess the purpose of the principal's calling him to come. The most he could think about was to ask him to draw some more books and circulate them to the children in the garden. He never thought he was going to help him publish them.

"Yes, publishing. I want to promote your picture book so that more children can see it. Of course, I can't give you the exact figure of the copyright fee, but you can rest assured that I have been doing children's books all my life. I have a little position in this circle. I can help you win the greatest interests as long as you agree to publish it." The old man was a little excited. He just wanted to promote such good works. He didn't think he could get any benefits. In his opinion, the display form of picture books is too suitable for preschool children who don't know much, so he should spare no effort.