Almighty Star Daddy

The children's innocent laughter came from the classroom of the second class. Now is free play time. In fact, the kindergarten class spends most of the time playing, but usually they play in groups of three or five. All gathered around a small table.

"Han Zhixuan, do you think your father drew this?" Li Xiaohu stretched out his chubby little head with envy, and wanted to touch the picture book on the table.

"Of course, while my dad tells me stories, he draws it at the same time. I saw dad draw it with my own eyes. My dad is amazing." Xuanxuan sat in front of the small table with a proud expression. There were children all around.

Xuanxuan has already told the story of "The Frog Prince" to the children twice according to the picture book, but everyone is still reluctant to leave. Xuanxuan is a child who is willing to share. She treats the picture book as a treasure, for fear that it will be damaged or wrinkled. But the child wanted to see and touch, and she didn't mind.

"Xuanxuan, your father is really amazing. I've never seen such a good-looking album in the bookstore." Leyan squeezed carefully beside Xuanxuan, her whole face was sticking to the picture book, close and careful Look, for fear of missing a detail.

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

"Nonsense, there are so many painters, why haven't we read the storybooks they painted."

"That Xuanxuan's father must be a genius, a genius is omnipotent."

The children complimented her father around Xuanxuan. This kind of praise made her happier than the praise she received in art class. Xuanxuan raised her face slightly, "Of course my father is great, he is not only a painter but also an artist. Genius, there is nothing in this world that my father can't do." The subject of every sentence of the little guy is my father, and he does not hide his proud expression at all.

"Xuanxuan, can you lend me the picture book?" Zhang Mengmeng asked in a timid voice. She was no longer satisfied with reading books from a distance. She wanted to touch this book up close. She liked the beautiful pictures on it. The little princess has a frog that turns into a prince.

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

The children who had not dared to take the initiative to borrow books before suddenly became excited and raised their hands one after another.

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

"I want to borrow it too."

"And I."

"And I"

"..."

Zhang Mengmeng hurriedly held the book in her arms, for fear of being snatched away by other eager children.

"Okay, I'll lend it to you, don't rob, don't snatch my book." The little guy imitated the teacher's tone, and solemnly instructed the little friends who raised their little hands, "You are the first, you are the second One, your third..." The little guy calmly arranged the reading order of each child, and then sat proudly in his seat.

After the book is taken away, the children will follow the book to change the battlefield. Whoever takes the book will be surrounded by others. Obviously they have seen it before, or the next one is that they can hold it and read it, but I still can't help but want to surround it. Looking back at it in the past, it's simply not enough.

Ding Rou has been standing in front of the classroom to observe the children's every move. She first browsed the book that Xuanxuan brought, because as the homeroom teacher, she must read the book brought by the child first. She originally thought it was just a book. Ordinary storybook, but it is different in hand.

This is not an ordinary storybook, but a very interesting book. It can be seen that the book is hand-made, and every page in the book is drawn by hand, including the bound cover. This painter is comparable to any picture book she has shown her children. The most important thing is that the picture book contains The story told by "The Frog Prince", which she had never heard before.

Ding Rou's university major is preschool education, and naturally she has read many story books.

But not only had she never read or even heard this story, but just now she curiously checked it on her mobile phone, and there was no information about the book. According to Xuanxuan's words, this picture book was drawn by her father while he was telling the story, so this story must also be original by Xuanxuan's father.

I just read it in a hurry just now. Ding Rou is watching the children in the class vying to borrow Xuanxuan's picture book. Come on, such an idea suddenly popped into Ding Rou's mind.

"What are you thinking? Teacher Ding."

Ding Rou suddenly calmed down from her childish thoughts, only to realize that the principal was standing beside her, and hurriedly greeted with a smile, "Principal Wang."

Wang Lei is in his 60s. He used to be the editor-in-chief of a famous children's magazine in Beijing. He devoted his life to early childhood education. He wanted to enjoy a leisurely life after retirement, but he was invited to be the principal of Golden Sun Kindergarten.

Wang Lei smiled honestly and looked in the direction of Ding Rou's gaze, and found that the children were watching something. There was a hint of childlike curiosity on his kind face, "What are the little guys looking at? So focused, it's much more serious than when the principal tells stories every week." He laughed self-deprecatingly.

"They're looking at a picture book."

"Haha." Wang Lei's simple and honest laughter sounded again, and there were a few more wrinkles on his chubby face because of this smile, "What picture book is so beautiful, better than our own books in the kindergarten?" He selects the books carefully, and he dares to pat his chest when he has been teaching children for a lifetime, saying that he is definitely the best in the field of children's books.

Knowing the confidence of the old principal, Ding Rou whispered in a slightly embarrassed voice, "It's a picture book drawn by a student's parent. It tells a story, and it should be the parent's original creation." After speaking, Ding Rou squeezed out an unnatural expression smile.

The old man's smiling expression suddenly froze on his face. He looked at Ding Rou in disbelief. Ding Rou nodded unnaturally, "It's really drawn by a parent. The child brought the book to school. That book is very popular." She couldn't hold back her face, so she added, "At least that's the case for now, but maybe the children are curious about new things, so they like to watch it so much." After saying these words, she felt far-fetched, and she covered herself with a dry laugh. 's words involuntarily.

Wang Lei usually laughs and doesn't worry about anything, but this time is different. Books are his lifelong career. The old man is very serious about his work. He goes to the children curiously.

The little guys were so immersed in the story of the little frog and the little princess that they didn't find the principal standing behind them.

"Can the children lend me this book?" Wang Lei smiled kindly, his tone was very soft, like an older child asking to join the reading team of the younger children.

The little guys turned around and shouted in unison, "Grandpa the principal."

Wang Lei smiled and touched the little heads of the children who were close to him, "Can you lend it to Grandpa?"

"But we're queuing." Li Xiaohu said with some embarrassment, because now it was his turn to watch, but he wasn't sure whether the children in the back would be willing to cut the line by the principal's grandfather. "Why don't you ask Han Zhixuan, this is her book."

Wang Lei looked at Xuan Xuan with inquiring eyes, and the little guy nodded, agreeing that the principal's grandfather would jump in the queue to read her book first. Wang Lei smiled kindly and thanked the little guys.

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

Wang Lei's eyes fell on the book, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. At first, he thought the book was just a doodle by a parent who had learned to draw, but when the first picture on the cover came into his eyes, the author He was completely stunned by the superb painting skills. This is definitely not a little understanding of painting, nor is it casual graffiti. Wang Lei turned the first page with a complicated mood.