Chapter 132

The old man is as busy as Han Mo expected these days. He was serious. This time it was his son's business, so he put it on the top of his heart.

Han Mo is happy to see his father busy again. When the little guy is there, Han Jun still picks up and sends the child to and from school and plays with his granddaughter. When the child is not at home, he begins to drum up his son's account. He has to discuss with Han Mo in the evening, and life passes quickly.

On Saturday morning, the little guy didn't have to go to school. He knew that Grandpa would appear on TV like his father, and he was very excited.

"Grandpa, can Xuanxuan see you on TV at night, just like her father before?"

Han Jun pinched the little guy's face, "of course, Xuanxuan can see Grandpa's performance today."

"Is it like this?" The little guy imitated his grandfather's usual way of playing the piano. His two small hands pretended to play in the air. He had a very rhythmic sense, and his head swayed with the gesture.

Xuanxuan's small appearance was funny and lovely, which made Han Jun and Chen Yuehong laugh.

"Dad, we can go." When Han Mo walked out of the room, his clothes didn't need to be prepared by himself. Many sponsors begged Meng Si to let Han Mo wear their brand clothes.

Han Jun straightened his waist and pulled the corners of his dress.

Han Mo saw his father's black dress and said casually, "our clothes are provided by sponsors. Dad, you don't have to wear your own."

The old man disdained and said, "can the clothes they provide be as good as mine? I'm wearing this dress. I don't know how many stages I've played in the country. "

Han Mo took a closer look at the old man's black dress. His father often performed in the theater when he was young. He participated in numerous competitions and performances in China. When he was a little older, he focused on teaching. The students he brought out took his old way and boarded the major domestic stages.

The old man's clothes are regular black, and they don't exist and don't go out of date. His father likes them. Han Mo didn't intend to say anything. He wanted him to change them before he came on stage, but he'd better forget it. He'll put them on and take them off again. The old man must be unhappy.

Beidu has entered the rainy season. There has been a light rain these days, but it has not hindered the fans' enthusiasm to approach the idol. They guarded at the door of the Apple TV building early and held the idol sign.

The old man sat in the nanny car and looked at the crowded fans at the gate. His son's name was written on the huge fan card, with an unspeakable sense of pride in his heart.

Meng Si saw that the old man's eyes had been falling on the fans outside the window and said with a smile, "uncle, those are Han Mo's fans. We'll avoid being surrounded by fans later, so we'll go in through the back door." Then he smiled again.

Meng Si was very polite to the old man. He knew that he was a professor of the Conservatory of music. He was upright and looked in awe. He also felt that the old man didn't talk much and was a Muggle like Han mo. however, Meng Si was a personal genius. He could see the proud look in the silent old man's eyes at a glance.

He quickly added, "Xiao Mo is now popular in the north. The Internet is full of his news. Believe it or not, if I publish his address now, you will be full of Han Mo fans at your door in less than five minutes."

The old man didn't say a word, his expression was still very serious, but the corners of his mouth had moved quietly.

Meng Si observed the old man's Micro expression, "Xiao Mo is usually too low-key and never takes the initiative to publicize himself on the Internet. If he uses his brain to hype a little, he will be more popular." He said positively.

The old man finally opened his mouth, "keep a low profile. Don't jump all day like those young people. Just focus on your own works."

"Yes, my uncle is right. We just talk with works and don't follow those crooked ways."

Han Jun nodded. When I first saw Meng Si, I felt that he was short, dressed in colorful clothes and spoke strangely. I also wondered how my son found such an agent. Listening to him now, I think it's quite reliable and I have some good feelings.

This is the ninth and penultimate game of "looking for a good voice". After one singer was eliminated last time, only five singers were left in this game, which is also the final lineup to participate in the finals. This game will not be eliminated.

This game is very important for each player. The higher the ranking in each previous game, the later you can play in the next game. However, this tradition will be broken in the finals. The players in front of this game can give priority to their playing order in the finals.

In the lounge No. 6, there were many big fans. Chang Hao specially found a well-known band in the circle to accompany him for the game. He liked the game very much. Although it was not the finals, so many games had been suppressed by a newcomer from Han mo. Chang Hao was very unconvinced.

"Brother Hao, I heard that Han Mo asked for foreign aid today." The little assistant just ran back from the door and quickly reported the information he had found to Chang Hao.

"Foreign aid? Do you know what it is? " Chang Hao frowned and thought Han Mo had brought the band himself.

The little assistant sat next to Chang Hao and shook his head. "I don't know. I'm a little old. I shouldn't be in the circle. I know all the famous musicians in Beidu. I haven't seen him."

Chang Hao skimmed his mouth and didn't take it seriously.

"The band teacher we brought today is already the top in Beidu. On this stage, we say second, no one dares to say first. Han Mo has such shallow qualifications and won't know any famous musicians. It's not enough to be afraid." The little assistant said with a smile.

Chang Hao put his hands around his chest and leaned into the sofa with a proud smile on his mouth.

Although Han Jun was not on the stage for the first time, he accompanied his son for the first time. His mood was completely different and nervous. He was more nervous than any game and performance.

If you make mistakes in your performance, you lose your face, but it's about your son's ranking to accompany your son.

Han Jun sat on the sofa and kept adjusting his sitting posture.

Han Mo sat beside his father and said with a smile, "Dad, just play normally."

Meng Si also saw that the old man was very nervous and said with a smile, "we are original. People can hear a little wrong."

The old man smashed his mouth, "original songs should be more serious. How can you say such words."

"Yes, yes, uncle is right." Meng Si wanted to comfort Han Jun, but he was scolded. He didn't care and catered happily.

There was applause at the front desk. The host has come on stage and the program officially begins.

Han Jun couldn't help standing up and walking around in the lounge.

Little Pang Xie was surprisingly quiet today. At the first sight of Han Jun, he was so excited that he came forward and shook hands and talked. The old man was not good at talking. He had never met such a warm and active person. He didn't adapt to it and didn't respond much to little Pang.

Xiao Pang thought that the old man didn't like him. He sat in the corner of the sofa very quiet and didn't dare to talk.