Almighty Star Daddy

the next day

The winter in the northern capital has passed, and spring has quietly approached people's lives. Just like a little guy's painting, many small trees have grown tender buds. The small tree has no life, the branches are bare.

Han Mo stood on the balcony, his eyes fell on the grass and trees in the community, he couldn't help smiling, the child's observation and imagination.

Han Mo's eyes returned to the drawing paper in his hand, paused for a moment, and then neatly clipped the painting into the picture book folder.

Just as I put the picture into the script, I heard footsteps behind me, "Dad!"

Looking back in the direction of the soft and glutinous voice, the little guy rubbed his eyes, with tousled hair on his back, and his big, innocent eyes flickered.

Han Mo hurriedly walked over, held the child's fleshy little face and kissed it, dotingly rubbing the hair on the top of the child's head even more messy.

Like every day, after breakfast, Han Mo sends the child to kindergarten.

Because Han Mo was busy with Shuya's business last night, he didn't pick up the little guy from school, and he didn't meet the teachers and parents. Today, he was holding the little guy's hand and just walked behind the door of the kindergarten when Xiaohu's mother's familiar loud voice came. .

"Dad Xuanxuan, congratulations, congratulations." Before Xiaohu's mother arrived, the voice reached Han Mo's ears.

Han Mo turned his head back, just in time to see the little tiger's mother hurried towards him. Han Mo was at a loss. He didn't know what the little tiger's mother wanted to congratulate him.

Xiaohu's mother looked at Han Mo with a blank face and grinned, "Don't you know that your Xuanxuan's painting was chosen to participate in the competition?"

Han Mo really didn't know, maybe it was yesterday, but he didn't come to pick up the child yesterday.

Teacher Ding was at the door, when the little guy saw the teacher running over quickly, Ding Rou gently touched the top of the child's head.

"Xuanxuan drew a picture in the kindergarten yesterday. Our teachers agreed that the child's drawing was very good, and with the consent of the principal, we represented our Golden Sun Kindergarten to participate in the selection of the Beidu Division of the National Children's Drawing Competition." Teacher Ding Rou said gently.

Han Mo was a little surprised. Although he didn't know what kind of award it was, as long as the word "national" was listed, it sounded very high.

Ding Rou was afraid that her explanation was not clear enough, and continued, "This competition is only held every two years and is divided into several stages for ages 3-6 and ages 6-12. Our kindergarten can only participate in the first age group. Selection, in children's paintings, this competition is quite authoritative. We are very optimistic about Xuanxuan's paintings. We hope to get a place in the Beidu competition area. If you can get a place, you can continue to participate in the national competition. All Children's paintings that have entered the national finals will have an exhibition at our Beidu Art Exhibition Center."

The more Ding Rou spoke, the more excited she became. Her eyes were full of hope. It seemed that Xuanxuan's painting had already entered the national finals at this moment.

In fact, if it is just a kindergarten competition, the winning children will be exhibited in the hall of the kindergarten. Han Mo will look forward to it, but listening to Ding Rou, this is a national competition. Han Mo has no expectations. The little guy draws Painting is purely a hobby. It is different from other people who are very attentive and sent to a professional art school to learn. As a father, Han Mo knows in his heart that it is okay to take part in the fun. If he really expects his child to win the national award, It's really hard for the kids.

Teacher Ding Rou looked at Han Mo with anticipation. She knew that Han Mo was also very good at drawing, so she expected him to comment on Xuanxuan, preferably the same as her. Ding Rou very much hoped that Xuanxuan could enter the national selection. As long as you enter the national finals, you can participate in the art exhibition, which is a very honorable thing.

However, Han Mo smiled calmly, with no expectation on his face, and said modestly, "Xuanxuan's level can only be an amateur hobby level, she usually draws and plays, I don't expect her to win awards, but The key is to participate, thank you, Teacher Ding Rou, for your trouble."

Teacher Ding Rou was stunned for a moment. Most parents will be happy.

After boasting, Ding Rou, who is as calm and rational as Han Mo, was a little surprised.

Xiaohu's mother actually knew about this competition for a long time. She thought she could sign up, but later she realized that it must be recommended by the kindergarten. So recently, she has been paying close attention to her child's art class, hoping that Xiaohu can represent the kindergarten in the competition in the Beidu competition area, but I only heard about it yesterday. , Actually this only place was taken away by Xuan Xuan.

Therefore, Xiaohu's mother was a little unwilling, and immediately said, "It is already very good to represent the Golden Sun Kindergarten. The ranking of the northern capital is unthinkable, not to mention the whole country, not to mention so many provinces and cities in the country. , even if we don't know how many selected works there are in the north, Xuanxuan's father is right in this idea, don't hold out too much hope, lest you be disappointed in time, just let the children play."

"Just let the children play." I don't think it's strange that this sentence comes out of anyone's mouth. It sounds very strange only from the mouth of Xiaohu's mother. Maybe it's only for other people's children. Let's play, if this opportunity is given to Xiaohu, Xiaohu's mother will definitely take great pains and try her best to get her child into the national finals.

Han Mo didn't pay too much attention to this matter, and he was happy to leave the kindergarten, not because he thought the child would win an award, but Xuanxuan's talent in painting made Han Mo very happy.

One of the most important things for Han Mo at this moment is Shu Ya's new album. The world's charts are quite special. They don't start from Monday, but every Sunday. Today is Friday. If you leave today, there is only one left. It's a day next Saturday.

So Han Mo paid more attention to Shu Ya's songs in his heart. He made a bet with Zeng Ying that he could get No. 1 on every list. He had to win this bet, not because he was afraid of losing Zeng Ying's salary, in fact, Zeng Ying After being with Shu Ya for so many years, she is no longer just an assistant, but more like a relative, so the salary increase should be done, there is no hesitation, and it was a joke at the time to say it was a bet.

Han Mo's gamble is more about fighting himself. He has confidence, but not everything he can control. There are still many unknown factors that are not under his control. It could happen.

Han Mo opened the Weike hot search list. Generally speaking, the Weike hot search list is to reflect the real-time popularity, about a certain person or a certain topic.

The keywords related to Shu Ya have risen to the second place in the list, which has always been within Han Mo's plan.

But......

Han Mo's eyes inadvertently swept to a message ranked tenth in the hot search, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

""Huizhi Lanxin" dark horse breaks through"

"Huizhi Lanxin" is really the name of Tang Huizi's new album. Han Mo clicked on this hot search bar, and a push content talked about the page.

The general content of the news is that although Tang Huizi's first signing in Beidu did not sell well, she won a big victory in the surrounding cities of Beidu, and then put a lot of data and live photos. It can be seen from the photos that it is very popular. There were long queues of fans.

Sales are not good in one place, and it will be better in another place. It is not that it has not happened, but Han Mo always feels that something is not right.