Next day


    Beidu has a slight chill in winter. According to the little guy, the winter sun likes to stay in bed like her, so it''s much later to climb into the sky than in summer.


    The little guy is wearing thick winter clothes and holding his father''s big hand, which is slightly bulky. Because Chen Yuehong was afraid that her baby granddaughter would catch a cold, she wrapped the little guy like a zongzi. The little guy had a round face, combined with a slightly bloated pink cotton padded clothes, and walked around like a lovely little penguin.


    "Dad, can Xuanxuan continue to watch TV dramas tonight?" The little guy opened his eyes and looked at Han Mo, his curled eyelashes flickering.


    Han Mo really wants to stop the little guy from watching TV dramas, because the two episodes of TV dramas obviously take a long time for such a small child. Usually, the little guy watches cartoons regularly and quantitatively, but he can''t watch them more. But this time, the little guy doesn''t want to watch cartoons, but watch TV dramas played by his mother and father, and he can understand the child''s mood. In fact, the content is not what the little guy likes. Han Mo guessed that she might be bored after watching it for two days, so she won''t read it again.


    Han Mo hesitated and pinched the little guy''s face. "OK, but Xuanxuan will get up and move during the advertising time." Because yesterday, just like his grandparents, the little guy didn''t move at all. He didn''t leave the sofa until all the two episodes of TV dramas were broadcast. Han Mo hopes that during the advertising time, the child''s eyes can have a rest.


    The little guy, the chicken pecked the rice, nodded, and then led his father''s big hand to the kindergarten.


    Chen Yuehong is going to clean up her home and go out to dance. In fact, her home is not chaotic. Han Mo has a habit of cleaning up with her use, whether at work or cooking at home.


    So whether it''s the kitchen or the living room just used in the morning, they all keep their original clean appearance. If you want to say that it''s only the little guy''s room that needs simple cleaning.


    Han Mo got up early to cook, then worked hard on the children and sent the little guy to school. Without time to clean up the little guy''s room, Chen Yuehong resolutely chose the little guy''s small bed after checking many rooms and finding no place for her to start.


    Just after folding the quilt, Chen Yuehong''s mobile phone rang hurriedly. The mobile phone was still on the tea table in the living room. She hurried to the living room to answer the phone.


    "Lao Chen, why don''t you come? You didn''t read the message sent by our group yesterday." Zhang Chune of the dance team spoke loudly, and a hurried voice came through the receiver.


    Chen Yuehong was stunned. She put her mobile phone on the tea table after watching the TV play yesterday. She didn''t take care of it all night. She was busy with the little guy to school in the morning. She didn''t pay attention to the information on her mobile phone at all.


    "I didn''t look at my cell phone yesterday. What''s the matter?" Chen Yuehong was a little puzzled and asked casually.


    Zhang Chune thought it was not something that could be finished in a word or two, and urged, "come on, we''re all here, just wait for you, come again."


    Hang up the phone. Chen Yuehong quickly looked through yesterday''s information. Only then did she see that she couldn''t help staring.


    The old sisters of their dance team have a chat group. Because they meet every day, they say what they have to say face to face. Unless there is a notice published in the group, the chat group is generally static. Occasionally, someone sends one or two links to vote for their grandchildren, so Chen Yuehong doesn''t care about the dynamics in the group. At a glance, there are hundreds of messages.


    "The legend of Zhen Huan has begun. Come and have a look."


    "I''m watching, I''m watching."


    In the first few messages, everyone shouted in the group to watch a TV play. Chen Yuehong directly pulled down and glanced at the time period. During the broadcast, the group was very quiet. Maybe everyone was attracted by the plot at that time, just like himself. Occasionally, there were one or two messages in the group, but few people participated in the chat. The real peak of information was after the broadcast of the biography of Zhen Huan, That''s when Chen Yuehong took the little guy to take a bath.


    "I see the list of actors and staff. The producers and screenwriters are Yuehong''s sons."


    "I read it. There are directors and clips in the subtitles behind it."


    "Lao Chen''s son is amazing. I heard that he could sing before. Why did he start a TV play? His name is all on the vertical row. I''m dazzled at it“


    "At the beginning, someone came to the community to publicize. When I saw Lao Chen''s son''s name, I thought it was the same name and surname. I didn''t expect it to be him."


    At that time, because Han Mo participated in the directing and editing work, Meng Si had to add Han Mo''s name, and Han Mo followed him. The result is that the producer, Han Mo; Screenwriter, Han Mo; Director, Han Mo; Editing, Han Mo; Starring, Han mo.


    It''s all Han mo


    Originally, the names of the cast members appeared quickly. Generally, the rolling was fleeting, but the frequency of Han Mo''s appearance was too high. People who knew him could see it at a glance, and then ignored others.


    The group continued to pop up new news. Almost all of them were asking Chen Yuehong why she didn''t go to the dance team. Some sour people were still saying, "if her son is promising, he won''t come out to dance and play with everyone."


    "How could it be? Maybe it''s just to celebrate for her son. The legend of Zhen Huan was really written by her son. It''s really good."


    "I heard from my daughter that Han Mo has written fairy tales and poems before. It''s not surprising that he can be a screenwriter."


    "You don''t understand. Writing a script is different from writing a fairy tale."


    Those who are still active in the district at the moment have a good relationship with Chen Yuehong at ordinary times. Those who are really jealous will only peep at the screen and don''t say a word. They are not willing to praise other people''s sons at all. After all, they are comparing their children at this age. No one wants their proud children to be compared by others.


    The comparison and war between women have existed since ancient times. It has nothing to do with age and age. They can compare clothes, shoes, jewelry, work, figure, beauty, husbands and, of course, sons


    Chen Yuehong was in a hurry to go out. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. She stopped again. With a proud smile on her mouth, she turned back to the room, opened the wardrobe and turned the coat back and forth. Finally, she chose a red cashmere coat to cover her body. She took photos in front of the mirror for a while to make sure that her shape and image were perfect. Then she walked out of the house with a small bag.


    Chen Yuehong has a cheerful personality. She has been living here for several months and is very familiar with the neighbors in the community. As soon as she entered the elevator, Lao Wang, the neighbor who lives upstairs, hurriedly helped hold down the elevator. "Oh, the legend of Zhen Huan I saw yesterday was written by your son." Lao Wang said eagerly.


    Chen Yuehong chuckled and subconsciously raised her chin. "Yes, my son is not only a screenwriter, but also a producer."


    Lao Wang was surprised because when someone came to the community for publicity in the early stage, everyone saw the screenwriter''s name of the work. At that time, the community was discussing that the screenwriter was Han mo. when watching the biography of Zhen Huan yesterday, the film title and the screenwriter appeared at the same time. It was really Han mo.


    But he didn''t know that even the producer was Han mo. although the old man didn''t know what the producer made, and didn''t see the opening song and ending song, the producer sounded very powerful. He quickly repeated in surprise, "Oh, it''s still the producer."


    Chen Yuehong covered her mouth and said with a smile, "yes, my son is not only a screenwriter, but also a producer. He is also a director and in the editing. If it weren''t for others to remind me, I didn''t see it. His name is even in the list of actors and staff at the end of the film."


    As both a screenwriter and a producer, it''s amazing that there are more directors and editors. Lao Wang is old and can''t respond. At this time, on the first floor, the elevator door just opens. Chen Yuehong walks out of the elevator with her chest raised. Lao Wang stands behind the elevator and whispers, "producer, screenwriter, director and editor... Great."