Chapter 54

After hearing the director's instructions, Li Manli smiled, "please Han mo."

The host didn't go and the lights didn't dim. Han Mo was stunned and walked slowly onto the stage.

Meng Si didn't know what was going on. He whispered in the back, "why, shouldn't we sing directly?"

Although he had doubts in his heart, Han Mo didn't have any emotional fluctuations on the surface, and walked slowly to Li Manli's side.

Suddenly, the large screen lens switched to the room where the relatives and friends cheered. Generally, the singer would play the lens of relatives and friends cheering for them before appearing. Han Mo knew he didn't, so he should have skipped that link and sang directly at the moment.

Han Mo, like everyone at the scene, didn't know what would happen next. The room of the family and friends group was empty and there was no one.

Zhai Xu smiled and shook his head. "It's embarrassing. The program team can even make a mistake. If there is no family group, there will be no empty room. What's a shame."

Shu Yaxin sank and frowned. She also felt that the program group had made a mistake and made an oolong. She was thinking about how to help Han Mo avoid embarrassment if Zhai Xu made a fuss.

The audience at the scene was also surprised at the big screen, because they couldn't see anyone for a long time. They were all talking in a low voice.

Only Li Manli still kept smiling. Although Han Mo's expression was indifferent, he still looked at Li Manli and cast a puzzled look.

Suddenly, a milk voice came from the big screen, "I'm here. Can you see me? Dad, I'm here! "

Han Mo stared and whispered, "Xuanxuan." In a flash of surprise, the original indifferent expression suddenly became affectionate and tender.

Shuya took a breath, tried to control her expression and looked back at her agent Peng Ye.

Peng ye also looked confused. He didn't know why Xuanxuan came. He was shocked when he saw the big screen and stood up to Shuya in amazement.

Suddenly, Shuya's mobile phone vibrated slightly on the seat platform and an unread text message.

It's Zeng Yingfa's message, "I'm sorry, sister Shuya. Xuanxuan has to come to refuel Han Mo today. I really can't help it, but don't worry. No one saw me coming too. I asked the driver to take her up."

Shuya silently pressed out her mobile phone and looked at the big screen. She was in a complicated mood.

The audience did not know where the sweet little voice came from and looked around.

Until the camera slowly went down, the little guy bounced and waved his little hand, "here, here, Dad, can you see me? Dad. "

Han Mo quickly replied, "yes, Xuanxuan, Dad can see you."

I saw a little princess carved in powder and jade appeared in front of the camera. All the audience first grew up and surprised, and then showed their favorite eyes.

Xuanxuan heard her father's voice and said happily, "my father is the best. My father is the first. Dad, you also have a family and friend group. Xuanxuan cheer you on. Xuanxuan is your family and friend group."

At the top of the big screen is Xuanxuan's lovely appearance of dancing excitedly to cheer her father. There is a small image in the lower right corner, which reflects Han Mo's expression. Han Mo's face is full of warmth, which is an expression that all the audience and staff have never seen.

Meng Si saw this scene, smiled and joked with the little assistant behind him, "I didn't expect this boy to laugh so sweet."

Xuanxuan thought for a moment and began to imitate the appearance of her uncle and aunt she had just seen. She continued, "Dad, Xuanxuan will always support you! Xuanxuan loves you! " Then put a scissors hand.

Han Mo's heart warmed and his throat choked. "Dad loves you forever."

The little guy said he would refuel. When he came just now, he saw his uncle and aunt refuel for his family.

As the little guy waved goodbye and fixed the warm picture at that moment, the lens of the big screen was switched to the scene again.

The people present were attracted by the little guy who just appeared on the big screen. It was so cute. They didn't expect Han Mo to have such a lovely daughter. The way of refueling was so special, but they haven't seen enough.

Zhai Xu, who always said that Han Mo had no relatives and friends, did not dare to say anything at this time.

"The little girl is so beautiful. She looks like Han Mo, ha ha." Lei Jia said happily to Zhai Xu.

Zhai xukan smiled twice. "Yes, yes, it's very beautiful."

Like everyone else, Han Mo didn't know that Xuanxuan would suddenly appear, but at this moment, he suddenly found that the meaning of life itself lies in the little man who just appeared, and everything is beautiful because of her.

Xuanxuan's appearance set off a small climax. The stage was returned to Han Mo again. The light suddenly darkened, and he adjusted his mood slightly. Turn on the light again and fully focus on Han mo.

Han Mo once thought about what to sing in the second song for a long time, not only for winning the game, but also for himself.

The memory of the original Lord often runs rapidly in his brain in the dead of night. Those memories may be the most real mark of the original Lord.

In the days when he just came to Beidu, he was surrounded by ideals, he struggled, he was persistent, and he tried to become the person he wanted to be, but he was robbed of his role, failed in interviews, endured other people's white eyes and assignments, hid his grievances and reluctance in his heart, but he still could only maintain the simplest survival, countless days when he couldn't find a job, He sat on the streets of Beidu, watching the vehicles coming and going, killing his fading ideal.

Han Mo lowered his head and slightly adjusted the guitar shoulder strap. The low magnetic sound came from the microphone. "Ideal" is for you. "

The studio became very quiet, only the sound of fluctuating strings could be heard, and the calm melody came out slowly

"Living in this city alone, I'm exhausted in order to fill my stomach. It's our dream to talk about ideals... After waking up, I still run around in the stormy streets. If I want to cry, I'll cover my blood chest with tears..."

As soon as the sound came out, the audience at the scene suddenly became quiet.

Ideal, what a sensitive topic for young people, every word of Han Mo's lyrics clearly echoed in the studio and touched everyone's heartstrings.

Meng Simai frowned, turned back and asked, "is this song called ideal?" He was too relieved of Han Mo, so he just listened to Han Mo's alternative songs about once, but he didn't know how he could sing them in order, and Meng Si obviously hadn't heard this song.

The little assistant listened to the song carefully. He was stunned and quickly nodded and replied, "yes, Mr. Meng, the name of the song reported is ideal."

Meng Si didn't speak any more, but his eyes fell on Han Mo, who sang with his guitar.

"On the bus, I slept past the station. Along the way, I looked at the neon Beijing. My ideal left me ~ in this crowded crowd, and there was ~ a vast expanse of snow outside the window... "

The camera switches to the audience. Instead of listening to the song, the audience is seriously reading the story told by Han mo. they are experiencing the story of their own life.

He worked hard in Beidu, went out two or three hours in advance every morning, just to avoid being late on the crowded road, lived far away from the company, and tried to survive in order to save expensive rent, but he had long forgotten life.

"Another four seasons reincarnation, and I got nothing ~ sitting on the street, only the ideal is supporting, those numb flesh and blood... How old are you this year, you always tempt ~ young friends, you always thank and open, surprise me, and let me sink into a disappointed life..."

There was no discussion and no one whispered, because they were listening to themselves in the song, and every word was like a mirror reflecting the listener's life.

The camera swept to the audience. Everyone's expression was recorded on the big screen, but no one cared. They were immersed in their own world. The camera stopped at an audience. The big screen just caught his lens, and a tear flowed out of his ruddy eyes.