Chapter 83

The cross dressing party ended in a boisterous atmosphere and laughter at the little tiger, because Xuanxuan became the most successful child in cross dressing and got the prize prepared by teacher Ding Rou, a pink lovely fairy stick, which was the best reward for the little guy. The children were very envious, and Xuanxuan generously passed it on for everyone to play.

It was very late at the end of the activity. It was time to go to bed after taking off and washing at home. Children were too excited before going to bed, which would affect their sleep. This feature was fully reflected in the little guy. Han Mo coaxed the child to sleep for a long time, telling stories and singing. It was already 9:30 p.m. when he walked out of the small room.

Han Mo gently closed the door and sat in front of the computer. The film of "journey around the dream" has begun to be prepared. Meng siplease's special animation team has communicated with Han Mo several times. In addition to the character setting and the main scenes, the animation display diagram has been made according to the hand-painted, it is made systematically according to the actual story content.

Han Mo communicated with the team leader until late at night.

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The air in the northern capital of the world is much better than that in Han Mo's original world. The blue sky and white clouds are free from any haze. The fresh air and warm sunshine. The leaves outside the window swing with the slight warm wind in midsummer, while the room

"Xuanxuan, get up quickly. She will be late soon." Han Mo came in and called the little guy three times while steaming steamed buns, but they all ended in failure. This time, Han Mo made a big move, opened the little guy's quilt and helped Xuanxuan's small body into a sitting position.

"Sit and wake up first. Dad, go and see if breakfast is good." Han Mo held Xuanxuan and sat for a while. Seeing that she had settled down with her eyes closed, he turned to go to the kitchen and just took a step.

Pounce~

A dull noise.

Han Mo looked back and the little guy lay down again. His mouth was slightly open and hung a simple and sweet smile. His whole body slept in a big font. He didn't mean to wake up at all. It seemed that she wasn't sitting up at all.

The steamed stuffed bun in the kitchen has been steamed and is steaming. Han Mo hesitated, but shook his head and walked out of the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, after finishing everything in the kitchen, Han Mo returned to the small bedroom again.

The sleeping position is stable and hasn't changed. It seems that I have slept more soundly. My two small arms stretch comfortably and fall asleep.

"Xuanxuan will be late."

The little man on the bed didn't move.

"Xuanxuan, if you are late, Miss Ding will criticize you."

Still not moving.

"Can't you get up? Then Dad had breakfast alone. Oh, it's a delicious steamed stuffed bun. "

The little guy who was still sleeping turned over, his eyes narrowed slightly, half asleep and half awake, like talking in a dream, and muttered in a low voice, "what kind of filling?"

Han Mo knew that the child just didn't want to get up. When he just sat up, he woke up and lay in bed. He smiled in his heart and said blandly on his face, "beef and carrot."

The scene was so similar that Han Mo didn't say another word. A little pink man jumped out of bed and went out of the bedroom.

The time in the morning was very precious. He always felt that time passed quickly. Han Mo got up very early and still felt that time was tight. Only then did he complete a series of things to do in the morning and send the little guy to school.

His nerves were tense all morning. He stuck and sent the little guy to the kindergarten. When he came out of the gate, Han Mo was a little relieved.

He is going to participate in an activity with Meng Si today. This is the first time Han Mo has participated in the activity as a singer in addition to "looking for a good voice". Meng Si attaches great importance to it, but Han Mo is very calm.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and there was a familiar and strange man for Han Mo, mom.

The memory of the original owner about his parents runs rapidly in Han Mo's brain. In fact, the original owner's love of music has a lot to do with his parents.

His father Han Jun is a professor at the southern Jiangsu Conservatory of music and is good at piano. His mother Chen Yuehong is a professor at the same school and teaches folk dance. He had been influenced by the piano in his father's arms just when he could sit still, and his mother's flexibility and coordination in dancing were all inherited from him, so the original owner was so talented in music.

But his parents hope that one day, he can inherit their mantle and become a teacher, whether it's piano or other musical instruments or even dance, but he doesn't want to live an ordinary life. With a star dream, he secretly took Shuya to Beidu and began his six-year North drift life.

In the first two years, his mother often called him in the hope that he could go back, but every time he had a big quarrel and finally hung up. Later, he didn't answer his mother's phone at all and hung up when he saw it. Later, he called more and more. The nagging content was repeated again and again, and he was simply put on the blacklist, Han Mo removed the phone number of the original owner's parents from the blacklist while cleaning up the address book some time ago, so this call can be called in.

In the memory of the original owner, this is the first time in four years that he beats the word "mother" on the screen. He has always cherished the illusion that he will never return to southern Jiangsu or bow to his parents until he becomes famous.

These are stored in the memory of the original owner. If it were not for today's call, it would not be touched.

The bell continued. Han Mo picked up his cell phone and connected the phone.

I don't know if it was because the bell had been thinking for a long time. There was no sound at the other end of the receiver. Han Mo whispered, "hello?"

As soon as the voice fell, a woman's excited voice suddenly came out of the receiver, "get through, get through, get through."

Han Mo was stunned and guessed that there might be another person on the phone. This sentence should be said to that person, or the father of the original owner.

Han Mo didn't hear the other side respond to her, but soon her voice sounded in the receiver again, very gentle and light, "Xiao mo."

Like every mother, although it is just an ordinary call that can no longer be ordinary, it contains too many emotions. There is no news for four years, but I don't know how to express my thoughts for four years. Only Chen Yuehong knows how to come over these four years after taking sleeping pills with tears for four years.

At first, she hated her son and quarreled. Later, she softened and begged him to come back. There were both tough as a mother and helpless as a mother. These had nothing to do with identity, status and professional income, just because she was the mother of her son. She was a proud and helpless mother.

Han Mo slowed down, his lips slightly opened, and gently shouted, "Mom."

Han Mo just said what he thought he should say, but the receiver was quiet again, and a thin sob came out.

After a while, a choking voice came out of the listening, "well, your program, your father and I have watched it. It's great to sing and play the guitar so well. The lyrics are also well written. Your father said that he has the skills of writing words like him. "

Han Mo smiled, whether it was because of the original owner's support from his parents, or because he felt the love and warmth of his parents at the moment. In short, he couldn't help laughing from his heart.