Seeing his book being taken out, Yang Yi was a little surprised, but it was expected. Since Fu Jun told him "Xi Xi's Bedtime Story" sold well, Yang Yi knew that one day this book would spread in Jiangcheng City.
"This fairy tale book was recommended to me by my husband, but I didn't expect that the stories in it were all very familiar. For example, this little red riding hood, these three little pigs, and Pinocchio, whose nose will grow longer when he lies, and so on. Aren't they the stories that Yang Xi usually tells other children?"
Teacher Mu said with a smile, "It's also my fault for not reading the book seriously. When I looked back at the title of the book and the author's name, I suddenly realized that this popular fairy tale book was written by Yang Xi's father!"
The parents below the podium looked at Yang Yi with some surprise. Yang Yi didn't hesitate and admitted it generously.
"Yang Yi, where do you sell this book? My Qiqi pesters me every day to tell her stories. "Wu Yue, a good student sitting in the first row below the stage, covered her mouth and laughed.
"I always feel that it's a bit of an advertisement. So, after the new book period, it's not easy to buy it on the market. I'll ask the publisher to send it to me later, and I'll send one to each parent!" Yang Yi said generously.
The parents present were actually not short of money. Yang Yi just expressed his intentions, but unexpectedly received a round of applause from them.
In fact, Teacher Mu invited Yang Yi up not only to let him send the book, but also to invite him to give a story lecture to the children in the entire kindergarten in mid-December.
This is also a feature of Springfield Kindergarten. They often invite some literary and artistic people to tell stories or perform literary and artistic performances to stimulate the children's interest.
Of course, a talented parent like Yang Yi was the first person invited by the kindergarten. In October, Nan Zhaoyu's father, Nan Yiyun, was invited to perform calligraphy for the children, and this time it was Yang Yi's turn.
Giving lessons to children was something new to him. After Mr. Mu finished speaking, Yang Yi did not decline and readily agreed.
After coming down from the podium, Lanzhou Kai even gave Yang Yi a thumbs up. Boss Lan laughed heartily and said, "Little Yang, you're not being nice! I thought you were just a military novel writer. I didn't expect you to be so good at writing children's stories! "" That's right! You're so good at it! "
"Of course not. I made up these stories for Xi Xi. I didn't expect them to be so popular." Yang Yi smiled. "Besides, the sales of this book were so poor that I didn't want to show it off."
"That's nothing. If you tell me, I'll buy you a few million copies. Then I'll give one to every employee and every customer. I guarantee you'll be a hit," Lanzhou Kai said righteously.
Just as Yang Yi and Lan Zhou Kai were chatting about unrelated topics, Mr. Mu on the stage talked about the New Year's Day party that Springfield Kindergarten was going to hold on New Year's Day. This New Year's Day party was to invite parents to attend and share the joy with their children.
Although there was still a month to go, the program had to be prepared as early as possible. After all, other than inviting some parents to perform, the children in the kindergarten also had to come up with a program. If the little fellows below the age of six were to rehearse their program without a month's time, they would probably make a fool of themselves on stage.
Therefore, when Mr. Mu mentioned this, other than inviting the parents to sign up and perform, he also invited the parents to participate and choose a fairy tale drama for the children to rehearse early.
At this time, Wu Yue said excitedly, "Mr. Mu, there's no need to choose a drama that others have acted in countless times. Among the parents in our class, isn't there a storyteller king? How can we not use such a good resource? Let's get Yang Yi to write a new fairy tale drama for the children! "
"This is good!" Wu Yue's proposal was echoed by many parents. Mr. Mu also felt that this proposal was feasible, so Yang Yi was invited to the podium again.
"Yang Yi, don't decline. Capable people have more work to do!" Wu Yue smiled sweetly in the audience.
A new fairy tale drama? This was not a problem. Yang Yi had also been learning to be a screenwriter recently. He just had to adapt some fairy tales in his mind into a drama that children could perform. This was not too difficult.
Moreover, the drama he wrote was for Xi Xi and her friends to perform. How could Yang Yi decline? When he agreed on the podium, he had already begun to think about which story to adapt!
The story of Little Red Riding Hood? This had already appeared in the book. Maybe it would clash with the performance of the other classes. Although the probability was very low, Yang Yi was not willing.
The Emperor's New Clothes? This was not bad. Many children could participate in the performance. However, this kind of story could be performed for adults. If it was performed for children, they probably would not understand. The meaning of the story was too profound!
Got it! Yang Yi thought of a very good story. However, this required a lot of costumes and props. But in front of parents who were not short of money, this was not a problem!
…
Her father went to the kindergarten for a parent-teacher conference and had two more tasks. Xi Xi did not know about these things that were happening. The little girl was sitting face to face with Uncle Guo at this moment, staring at him.
Last time, when she ran around with Lan Xin and bumped into customers, although her father did not blame Xi Xi, he still reminded Xi Xi to pay attention to the situation when playing. So today, Xi Xi was very obedient and did not run around.
Without the little master chasing after them, the three little British shorthairs did not make a fuss. Little Gray and Dodo were lying on the table by the window, squinting their eyes to bask in the sun.
Xiao Guai, on the other hand, was lying next to its little master. It turned over and revealed its soft belly. Its long forelimbs pulled at its little master's arm as if it was saying, "Meow, little master, I'm soft here. It's the most fun. Come and scratch it!"
However, Xi Xi did not notice. The little girl pouted and looked at Guo Ziyi unhappily.
Guo Ziyi was scared by her look. He could not continue reading the script in his hand. He said to Xi Xi helplessly, "Miss Xi Xi, what's wrong with you?"
"My PaPa asked you to play with me, but you don't play with me. I'm unhappy." The little girl complained.
"I'll play with you. Why wouldn't I play with you?" Guo Ziyi had to put away the script and sit up. "Uncle won't do anything this afternoon. I'll play with you!"
"Hee hee, Uncle Guo is so nice!" His words made the little girl feel that she was valued. She said with a smile, "Then what shall we play?"
"What shall we play?" Guo Ziyi scratched his head. He had to think about a game that could be played with children. It could not be too difficult, and it did not need items that were too difficult to obtain.
If only there were poker cards. Guo Ziyi could play poker with Xi Xi. But where could he buy poker cards now?
"Got it!" Guo Ziyi patted his head and raised his index finger to Xi Xi. "Xi Xi, wait for me!"
The little girl turned her head in confusion. She saw Guo Ziyi run to the counter and talk for a while. Then he took a stack of small paper and a pen from Ding Xiang. Weren't these used to write menus?
No wonder Ding Xiang didn't want to give them to him at first …
Xi Xi stood up, stepped on the sofa, and leaned on the table. She watched Guo Ziyi draw four lines on the small paper, two horizontal and two vertical, which crossed each other. She asked curiously, "Uncle Guo, are we going to draw?"
"No, this is a game that tests IQ!" Guo Ziyi said with a little pride.
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