Chapter 317 You Can Go Out for a Walk

The little guy stood in front of the TV with his head tilted. Because it was the first time to watch it, there were some scenes she could think of in advance. Before the plot, the little guy was already nervous.

While watching TV, Shu Qiang said, "Xiao Han, you can write fairy tales to prove that your writing skills should be good. Let Shu Ya take you to introduce some screenwriter friends and develop in this area."

Han Mo knew that the old man didn't know much about him, so he didn't take it seriously, and said cooperatively, "Okay, I'll tell Shu Ya to learn more."

Shu Qiang saw Han Mo's sincere attitude, and felt that this young man was very good, completely different from the impetuous look he used to look at, and wanted to talk to him more, after all, this person will spend a lifetime with his daughter in the future.

"The screenwriter of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" is already very good, and it should be an old man in the screenwriting industry. If you have the opportunity to let Shu Ya recommend it, you should learn more from others.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, before he could speak.

It just happened that this episode of the TV series was finished, and the preview of the next episode was being broadcast. The little guy who had been watching TV attentively just now suddenly turned his head and said, "Dad, you are amazing. Would you like to include Xuanxuan in it next time?" said After that, he ran to Han Mo's side.

When Shu Qiang saw the baby's granddaughter running over, he answered with a smile on his face, "Will Xuanxuan be written into a fairy tale?"

The little guy jumped on his father, "No, Xuan Xuan is going to be written into "The Legend of Zhen Huan", and then she will be her mother's daughter." The little guy had a smug expression, and his watery eyes were wide open.

When Shu Qiang heard his granddaughter's words, he laughed, and fondly touched the top of the little guy's head, "If I want to write "The Legend of Zhen Huan", my father can't help Xuan Xuan, so I need to ask the screenwriter's uncle to help."

Xuan Xuan stiffened her neck, "It's not the screenwriter's uncle, but the screenwriter's father. "The Legend of Zhen Huan" was written by my father."

Shu Qiang was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was impossible. A four-year-old must still not understand what a screenwriter is. He pointed to the TV gently, "A screenwriter is the one who wrote all the plots of the TV series."

The trailer for the next episode at the end of the credits is over, and the cast and crew rolls on the TV.

Suddenly the little guy jumped off his dad, ran to the TV, pointed at the TV and jumped up and down, "Dad, look, my dad's name."

The little guy didn't know many words, but she knew both his parents and his own names. At this moment, Han Mo's name was scrolling on the TV screen.

Screenwriter: Han Mo

Producer: Han Mo

Director: Zhang Liguo,

Han Mo

Editing: Han Mo

Han Mo

Han Mo

Shu Qiang looked at the list of cast and crew that scrolled rapidly on the screen. The speed was a bit fast. If he just wanted to see a name, he might have to pay close attention to find it. Disaster.

"you really are"

Shu Qiang swallowed, and what he wanted to say just now got stuck in his throat, and he swallowed it hard.

Originally, Han Mo was going to say it. After all, he didn't just spend a day or two with the old man. There was no need to hide it.

The little guy never gave up any opportunity to show his father, and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, the screenwriter of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" is my father."

Shu Qiang's eyes tightened, he coughed softly, and never said anything about "The Legend of Zhen Huan" and the screenwriter.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became awkward.

The little guy is still praising his father. She feels that his father's writing "The Legend of Zhen Huan" has brought her infinite glory. Every day when he goes to kindergarten, his little head is raised high, even though Han Mo often educates the little guy. , the honor of her parents has nothing to do with her, Xuan Xuan has to work hard to get more honors, her own honor.

The little guy is very sensible and understands what his father said, but he is still very proud.

In fact, this kind of psychology is just like parents are proud of their children's achievements, and children are also proud of their parents' excellence.

In the past, Han Mo let the little guy go and let her talk casually, but this time Han Mo observed the expression of the old man, and really didn't want to let the little guy talk about himself.

But every time he tried to think of the topic being interrupted, Xuanxuan would find a new topic to brag about her father.

The atmosphere in the ward was a little awkward.

Han Mo was thinking about starting a new topic. When he was thinking hard, the little guy suddenly ran up to the old man. Children always have a lot of new ideas.

"Grandpa, will you take me to my mother's kindergarten?" The little guy always hears that he and his mother look alike when they were young, so is the kindergarten they attend the same? Two things that are completely unrelated in the hearts of adults are connected in the hearts of children.

"Of course, grandpa can take Xuanxuan to many, many places when he is discharged from the hospital, no matter where." Shu Qiang is already looking forward to being discharged from the hospital. He found that many things can only be done after he is discharged from the hospital, including bringing his precious granddaughter with him. Have fun playing.

Han Mo knew that the old man could not be discharged soon. He was afraid that the child's request would distract the old man, so he quickly said to Xuan Xuan, "Grandpa's illness is not healed yet, so he can't be discharged so quickly."

"Who said that my disease is not yet healed, my surgery was successful, Dr. Liu said that in the future, as long as the drug is controlled." Shu Qiang defended.

Of course Han Mo knew this, and he said it was in the future. It was not recently. In a short period of time, he would definitely not be able to walk around, and he had to receive good treatment in the hospital.

Han Mo didn't know how to tell the old man. He was afraid that the old man would be unhappy if he said it too seriously, but if he didn't let the old man understand, he was really afraid of this stubborn old man and childish temper.

At this time, Liu Guangfeng walked in and made a routine round of wards.

Seeing the attending doctor coming, Han Mo was overjoyed. It was useless to say anything. When the doctor said it, the old man should be scared. He looked like Liu Guangfeng for help.

Dr. Liu smiled and glanced at Han Mo and then at the old man, "Are your family members persuading you to go out more, the operation was successful, you can get out of bed for a walk properly, and when the sun is good, go out to the hospital yard You can also go for a walk.”

The old man's eyes lit up, "Did you hear? The doctor said I can go out for a walk."

With three black lines above his head helplessly, Han Mo sighed softly and shook his head.

go out

This is too broad.

When Liu Guangfeng heard the old man's words, he understood that he would be wrong.

In fact, what the doctor said is right. It is indeed possible to walk in the corridor and the yard, but Han Mo is more clear that the old man is not so obedient. Sunan City.