Chapter 46

Han Mo took back his sight, looked at the microphone and said faintly, "the southern girl is dedicated to you."

The surrounding lights gradually dimmed, and the scene was silent. He slightly adjusted the guitar tape. Suddenly, the light came on again, and a beam of light hit Han mo.

The audience looked at the stage with expectant eyes. In an instant, it seemed that the bar singer who had seen it countless times in the video came back to them with the most real image.

At the moment when their eyes collided and separated, Shuya's heart seemed to be bounced. She looked away and deliberately didn't look at the direction of the stage.

Zhai Xu didn't know the situation. He thought Shuya disdained to see Han Mo and whispered, "this guy doesn't have much ability. He depends on hype. It's all online popularity. It's a flash in the pan. Don't look at it."

Shuya didn't speak, nor did she have any expression, pretending not to hear.

"Those flowers" has intoxicated countless people's hearts. Fans can sing every lyrics silently in their hearts. At the moment, they hope to hear that melody again, but Han Mo chose to sing the song that has been recognized by everyone and will make the success rate of the competition higher, but chose the southern girl that no one has heard.

When Li Manli received the repertoire, she felt a sweat for Han mo. the first phase of singing "those flowers" is undoubtedly the safest. There is already a fan base, and everyone is looking forward to it. It is the best choice to let everyone feel this song again, at least in Li Manli's heart.

Wang Qian had already quietly come to the scene. She knew that Han Mo would come to the competition. She hid in the field early and found the most favorable terrain. What she didn't expect was that Guo Tao also came to the scene and stood beside Wang Qian silently.

"Guo Dao." Wang Qian was a little surprised and whispered.

Guo Tao nodded with a smile and set his eyes on the stage.

"You said, why didn't Han Mo sing the flowers? He was the first one to sing that song." Wang Qian said somewhat puzzled.

In fact, Guo Tao doesn't understand Han Mo's behavior. Why should he give up a song with such high popularity? Moreover, he knows that Meng Si covers Han Mo as a bar singer so strictly in order to make a big splash in this competition. Wouldn't it be better to choose the already popular song "those flowers".

Guo Tao thought about it and said casually, "maybe Han Mo has his own plan."

Guo Tao and Wang Qian didn't speak any more. They both looked at the stage quietly, waiting for Han Mo's performance.

Han Mo's slender fingers moved on the string. The prelude sounded, the rhythm was very slow, and the scene became more quiet. Everyone was listening carefully to the melody on the stage. With the end of the last syllable of the prelude, Han Mo's clean voice penetrated the calm of the scene and dispersed.

"In the village in the north, there lives a girl from the South... She always likes to wear a skirt with flowers ~ stand on the roadside... She doesn't talk much ~ but she smiles so calm and melodious... What's in her weak eyes ~ the sadness of missing..."

Shuya, who had already looked away, couldn't help looking up at Han Mo on the stage and silently read a sentence: southern girl

Han Mo's song is not a high pitched type, but his voice is very penetrating. The song itself has a strong sense of substitution. Coupled with Han Mo's unique voice, the interpretation of the song is incisive and incisive. Just one sentence, it deeply infects the audience.

The audience no longer thought about why it was not the flowers, but couldn't help following Han Mo's rhythm and listening to him talk about the girls from the south.

"A small town in the South ~ the rainy winter is not as cold as the north. She doesn't need bulky cotton padded clothes ~ to cover her watery face. She leaves a shadow in the coming and going streets. In the blink of an eye, the fragrance has dispersed ~ the shadow has disappeared..."

Nanfang girl is a song that Han Mo liked very much in the original world. Both the lyrics and melody give people a faint feeling at first, but it can ruthlessly poke the heart of every listener. Yes, it is the girl who came to the north from the South and hid in the bottom of your heart for you.

"Southern girl, are you used to the cool autumn in the north? Southern girl, do you like the directness of northerners..."

Shuya took a breath and clenched her fist slightly. Every word of the lyrics was so clear that every word affected her heart.

More than six years ago, Shuya followed Han Mo from the southern city to Beidu in spite of her family's opposition. They had to live in a basement of only a few square meters and crowded on a single bed of one meter two. At that time, she was not used to the weather in the north, but she never mentioned it to Han mo. she spent countless nights in a cold room and never felt depressed and confused, Because she could snuggle up to him, she cooked for him and took care of everything. He was busy looking for his dream every day. Her thoughts were set at a moment. Shuya restrained herself from thinking anymore and took a deep breath.

The singing continues, without high pitched skills, fast-paced drums and hot dance. A person, a guitar and a microphone tell the story of the singer.

"Life is like those sleepless nights. She chews gum and talks about her ideals to the wall... Southern girl, we are all enduring a long time. Southern girl, do high buildings hide your hope... Southern girl, do you fall in love with the north, southern girl, you say you will return to your hometown today..."

Zhai Xu saw that Shuya didn't want to pay attention to him, so he whispered to himself, "the lyrics are so white, and the skirt with flowers?" After that, he sneered, but he was the only one who cared about his comments. Except him, everyone's attention was attracted by Han Mo holding a guitar and wearing a low-key on the stage.

Until the last lyrics accompanied by the melody stirred by Han Mo floated in every corner of the hall

"Missing makes people sad. She calls your tears. The fruits of the south are ripe. That's your simple ideal..."

At the end of the singing, the guitar sound gradually weakened, and the time seemed to be set at that moment. The audience present were moved by Han Mo's singing. Some young female audience were filled with tears in their eyes. Until the sound completely disappeared, the audience realized that the song was over, the story was over, and applause thundered.

The guest judge Lei Jia is a famous musician in the circle. He himself is also a singer. He produced many popular songs when he was young. He took the lead to clap his hands and said loudly, "this is the soul singer. This is a new force in the singing world and a talent with excellent singing and writing." The old man praised Han Mo without stinginess.

Zhai Xu gave a cold hum, but everyone was applauding, so he took a few reluctant shots.

The Korean and Mexican audience bowed deeply, and the host Li Manli came on again.

"Thank Han Mo for letting us hear such a moving song again. Is this your original work?" Li Manli was a little excited and her voice was much higher than usual.

Han Mo gave a light "um".

"After" those flowers ", this song" southern girl "let us hear another touching story, as if it happened around us. Every lyric is a lens, so clear and vivid." Li Manli didn't prepare the crosstalk in advance. These are her true feelings after listening to Han Mo's singing.

The audience clapped again, and applause echoed in the studio again.

"Thank you, thank you." Han Mo said faintly.

"Well, excuse me, is the southern girl writing to someone this week?" Li Manli asked this question for herself and for all the audience.

As soon as this question came out, the scene was quiet, and everyone was waiting for Han Mo's answer.

Shuya held her breath and raised her eyes slightly. She swam away on Han Mo and moved away lonely.

"Yes."

Shuya's heart tightened and suddenly looked up at Han Mo, with a trace of complex emotion in her eyes.

Han Mo's answer was simple and straightforward, and the audience was boiling in an instant. Even Lei Jia was a little excited and looked at the stage with great interest.

How could Li Manli miss this opportunity and immediately continued to ask, "where is she?"

Shuya Youmei's eyes trembled slightly, and her heart, which had fluctuated violently, was hung high again.

Han Mo pursed his lips and looked down slightly. At that moment, Shuya also looked

At the moment of the collision again, Shuya held her breath. She looked forward to Han Mo's answer, but she was afraid to hear the answer.

At a glance, Han Mo looked away.

The whole audience was waiting for his answer, but Han Mo smiled faintly, "she is in my heart."