Almighty Star Daddy

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

It is not the first time for him to read storybooks written by others, but most of them tell stories in large lengths, and only a few are illustrations. For example, pictures are drawn on every page of this book, and through the pictures, one can basically think of this story. This is the first time Pharaoh has seen a book that expresses the central meaning of the page.

It's no wonder that children who have to know how to read can easily tell a complete story by reading the book. It turned out to be the reason for the pictures, and Wang Lei fell into contemplation.

After returning the book to the children, Wang Lei returned to the office and called the secretary.

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When Han Mo returned home, he sat alone in front of the desk, his eyes fell on the closed computer screen, the black screen could clearly reflect his appearance, this face has gradually become less unfamiliar.

After watching for a short time, Han Mo leaned back heavily on the back of the computer chair and sighed a long time. The previous busyness was very different from the current idleness. Although it was only a few days, Han was used to running around. Mo felt uncomfortable all over. These short-term jobs have been paid for recently, so life is not a problem.

Han Mo sat up straight and put one hand on the computer table, just touching the ashtray of the original owner. Han Mo himself does not smoke. Although he has the memory of the original owner smoking in his mind, his resistance to cigarettes has not changed. He threw away all the cigarettes. This ashtray was Shu Ya's first time abroad for filming. It was a gift for the original owner. As a souvenir, Han Mo didn't throw it away when he cleaned up the house.

The phone rang, and Han Mo took out his phone without much thought. An unknown number flashed on the screen. The phone number of the TV station has been saved. Who is this? Could it be from Happy Valley? .

Line connected.

"Hello, this is the Golden Sun Kindergarten. Are you Han Zhixuan's father?"

Hearing this sentence, Han Mo's nerves instinctively tightened, thinking that something happened to the child in kindergarten, he subconsciously stood up with a serious expression, "Yes, I'm her father, what happened to the child?"

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

"No, there is nothing wrong with the child, the child is fine." A young woman called Han Mo and explained with a smile after hearing such a big reaction from Han Mo.

Hearing the words that the child is okay, Han Mo's heart was put down, but since it's not the child's business, why would the kindergarten call him? After he felt calm, he asked again, "Then this call is for ?"

"Our principal saw your painting The Frog Prince and was very interested. I wanted to ask if you have time to come to the kindergarten and talk to you in detail." The female secretary secretly read the book before calling , I think it's great, and now I'm looking forward to what this father, who is called omnipotent by the children, looks like.

Han Mo hooked his lips, this little guy actually took the book to the kindergarten. He didn't care much about the book, because he was thinking about the child a little bit, and the child will live with his mother for a while in the future. , I can take this opportunity to see the children.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

"Come here now?"

"Yes, now."

The female secretary was taken aback, she didn't expect Han Mo to agree so quickly. She thought that the painter would be very busy, so she should have said to make an appointment, or asked the secretary to check the worksheet and then notify you later. She was ready to communicate with each other again. , The other party was so refreshing, she was a little surprised.

The female secretary took the initiative to exchange a few words with Han Mo briefly, and then hung up the phone.

Han Mo was so happy that he could see the little guy soon. Usually, parents can only enter the kindergarten when their children go to and from school.

It's just at the door. He has never seen the child in class, and he really wants to see with his own eyes how the child usually goes to class.

He has always felt that he is a person who can control his emotions. Even in this world, he can still control himself perfectly, so that his emotions are not expressed, but as long as he thinks about things related to the little guy, Han Mo will unconsciously hook up. The corner of his mouth is full of happiness, maybe this is the father's love, the most and the most real feelings inherited from the original owner.

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The entrance of Golden Sun Kindergarten.

The other party just said that she would come now. The female secretary didn’t know how long it would be, so she went straight to the door and waited. Although she had just graduated, she had not just learned the skill of observing words. From the attitude of the principal, it could be seen that Mr. Wang She was really interested in the author of this book. She came to apply for the position of the principal's secretary because of the prestige of Wang Lei's senior early childhood educator, so she didn't dare to neglect the old man's fancy.

Han Mo's rented house and kindergarten were originally nearby, and he was a little anxious. Long legs walked quickly, and he arrived at the kindergarten in no time.

Seeing someone standing at the door of the kindergarten, who seemed to be waiting for someone, Han Mo guessed that it might be the female secretary who called him, "I'm Han Zhixuan's father." He didn't say what he said next, but he was sure that the other party knew why he came. The other party's reaction also confirmed his guess.

"You are, are you that painter?" She couldn't believe her eyes. Although her voice was indeed very young and magnetic when she called, but for some reason, she always thought that it should be a middle-aged man who looked a little fat, maybe Still a little bald, I didn't expect the child's father to be tall, handsome, young...

"Not a painter, just the father of the child." Han Mo said lightly.

She coughed twice to adjust 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 motioned for her to bring someone in.

Walking in front, she couldn't help but look back at Han Mo, hiding her surprise with a smile.

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

The main purpose of Han Mo's visit this time was to see how Xuanxuan was in class at school, but unfortunately it was bedtime in the afternoon. The whole kindergarten was quiet and the children were sleeping, so the plan to visit the little guy had to be abandoned.

When Wang Lei first saw Han Mo, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He had thought about what a book author would look like, but he never thought he would be so young. The old man smiled gently and said, "You are the youngest painter I have ever seen."

"I don't dare to be, I'm not a painter, I can only be regarded as a painting lover at most." Han Mo is right, he is not a painter. He studied art when he was a child, and he was a little boy. Later, he grew up. R country's advanced modeling course and elective art course, which can be regarded as raising his art skills to a higher level.

Painting is a matter of talent. Han Mo is the kind of person who is very talented. If he hadn't wanted to become the world's top stylist, he might have become a cartoonist, but that's something else. In this world, the cultural industry is not well developed. Even the top-level paintings here are only average in Han Mo's original world, and Han Mo's paintings are top-notch in this world.

The old man smiled and had a good impression of this humble young man, "Our storybooks are mainly text, supplemented by pictures, usually in the form of illustrations. This picture book you drew for your child seems to be Like a picture book, the text on each page is very short, but it can tell a complete story in a novel form.”

Han Mo was stunned. Don't they know that this is called a picture book. In his original world, it has long been popular all over the world. Almost every child will have several such picture books, because they are mainly pictures, adults and children alike. The story can be told freely based on pictures and short sentences, and the pictures are hand-painted and look realistic, unlike the printed versions of the past.

Wang Lei continued. "And the story of "The Frog Prince" you told, did you create it yourself?"

Since there is no picture book here, nor the story of the Frog Prince, Han Mo didn't want to explain too much, and replied casually, "Yes, the story is what I want to make the children happy, and then draw it into a picture book."

"Picture book?" The old man grasped the word keenly, "Is this the name you give to this type of book?"

Han Mo felt a little embarrassed and nodded slightly, "That's right."

"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 had not guessed what the principal asked him to come here for. After much deliberation, he asked him to draw a few more books and circulate them to the children in the kindergarten. He never expected to help him publish.

"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 for the copyright fee, but you can rest assured that I have been making children's books all my life. In this circle It can be regarded as a bit of status, and it can definitely help you get the best interests, as long as you agree to publish." The old man was a little excited, he just wanted to promote such a good work, and he didn't think about what benefits he could get. It seems that the presentation form of the picture book is too suitable for preschool children who are not literate enough, so he will spare no effort.