"Oh, my little Mo Mo, you finally answered the phone. I heard that many people called you yesterday, but you didn't answer." Meng Siming was joking, but every word was with a smile.

Those missed calls were concentrated in the time period when Shu Ya ran out from home. He was looking for her everywhere, so he didn't pay attention to the phone. Later, when he saw that he missed the call, he was already at the door of the operating room. Many of them were unknown numbers and it was not convenient to call back. Later, Han Mo forgot about it.

Han Mo said softly, "what's the matter?"

Meng Si couldn't help shaking his head. He knew that Han Mo wouldn't explain what he was doing in the field for so many days. He didn't know anything except that he knew that others were in southern Jiangsu. However, Meng Si didn't expect that Han Mo took a job in the field.

"Your micro movie has been played circularly on major platforms. TV stations, video websites and wechat have all exploded. I don't know how many calls I received about asking you for an invitation. I was blocked in the office early this morning. People don't even want to go to the production team, so I have to invite you alone. " Meng Si said in a proud tone, looking at the constantly rolling comments on father on the computer.

Han Mo didn't think so much. He just felt it before. This song and this micro film are very in line with his mood at the moment.

When shooting, Han Mo changed the script slightly. Because the whole environment was different, some bridge sections had to be changed. Moreover, some plots in front of the father and daughter chapter of the original MV were inconsistent with the background of the world, so Han Mo modified them.

After yesterday's Thanksgiving song was broadcast together with the MV of the micro film, Han Mo didn't care. He didn't ask Wang Qian except that he knew that the micro film was broadcast on Thanksgiving Day.

Hearing that Han Mo had no response, Meng Si asked as if he thought of something, "you don't know that father is hot at all."

Han Mo really didn't know. He said casually, "I'm a little busy. I didn't pay attention."

"Forget it, you're busy with your own business. Come back if you have anything." Meng Si knew that if Han Mo hadn't had very important things, he wouldn't have been back to Beidu for so many days. He also knew that southern Jiangsu was Han Mo's hometown.

Hang up and Han Mo goes straight into the hospital.

In the hospital hall, Han Mo shuttled among the crowd of patients, their families and medical staff.

"Why are your eyes swollen? Didn't sleep well yesterday? "

"Hey, I watched the micro movie on Apple TV, played it several times, and cried every time."

"I also saw it. When the theme song rang, I couldn't control it."

"At first I was laughing and crying. My husband also asked me why I suddenly cried."

"Did you see it, too? Look at my eyes. I didn't have time to watch it during the day yesterday. I went back to watch it at night. Unexpectedly, the circular playback couldn't stop at all. Later, I didn't watch the video and listened to the song of "father" all night. "

Several nurses hurried past behind Han mo.

There were a lot of people waiting for the elevator. Han Mo, wearing a black coat, black pants and a cap, was tall and stood behind.

When the elevator reached the first floor, the crowd surged. Han Mo followed the crowd waiting for the elevator into the elevator.

At the moment when the door was about to close, a magnetic and deep song suddenly came to mind in the elevator.

"Slow down, don't let you grow old again

I'd like to exchange everything I have for your years... "

A middle-aged man with some baldness took out his cell phone and connected the phone.

Han Mo subconsciously looked at the man who used "father" as the ringtone. You just released the song yesterday, and someone downloaded it as the mobile phone ringtone so soon. Han Mo thought he would play this micro movie, but he didn't know the frequency and range. Thinking of being made into a bell, maybe this is a small probability thing.

On the small screen in the elevator, just after playing an advertisement, the daughter in the plot of "father" suddenly appeared, watching the lens when her father left the wedding scene, accompanied by a theme song.

Everyone in the elevator couldn't help looking up at the video that was still going on.

When the elevator stopped, Han Mo stepped out of the elevator. He subconsciously looked back at the moment he stepped out of the elevator. People were still looking in the same direction.

"Grandpa, you're a little stupid. Why can't you even guess this? Didn't we all see it last time?"

The little guy's crisp voice came from the ward.

"Excuse me, what dog can't bark." Xuanxuan sat beside the old man's bed with a serious face, "Grandpa, if you can't guess this, hee hee." The little guy grinned.

Shu Qiang thought, "Pug?"

"No."

"Jingba dog?"

"No."

"Grandpa can't answer what that is."

"It's a hot dog, ha ha ha."

Han Mo walked into the room and almost laughed as soon as he caught a glimpse.

I saw that the old man's head was full of pigtails, all of which were colorful rubber bands used by Xuanxuan. Then I saw that Xuanxuan also had two very asymmetric pigtails on his head. It didn't come from Shu Yu, but the old man just tied them.

Shu Yu took the things in Han Mo's hand and smiled, "when she woke up in the morning, Xuanxuan will come to Grandpa, and then the two began to fight wisely."

Han Mo smiled and asked, "who won?"

"Look at the braids on his head. If you can't answer correctly, the other party can braid on his head." Shu Yu's eyes fell on the big uncle's colorful head and smiled.

Han Mo's eyes moved back and forth on the head of the old man and the little guy, and finally fell on the old man's head. No wonder the old man's head was full of braids. It turned out that he didn't answer correctly.

"Stone, scissors, paper."

"Grandpa, you lost. Let me ask you a question."

The little guy shouted excitedly before he took back his scissors hand.

Shu Qiang smashed his mouth, "Oh, why did I lose again."

"Grandpa is so stupid. The order of urban scissors, stone and cloth every time, ha ha ha." Xuanxuan's baby voice echoed in the ward.

"Oh, yes, Grandpa, why is he always in this order? We must change the order next time." The old man pretended to look regretful.

"Uncle, Han Mo has brought breakfast. Let's play after dinner."

"Aunt Shuyu, Grandpa and I are not playing, we are playing. Very serious. " The little guy looked serious and looked up at his little head with only two crooked braids. He was quite proud.

"Yes, Xiaoyu, don't talk nonsense. Xuanxuan and I are playing. Where are we playing?"

Shu Yuqiang held back his smile and didn't laugh. "Yes, you're not playing, you're competing, knowledge challenge, right this time."

"Yes." The old man and the little guy made a nasal sound, and then nodded.

It's just that the old man had thick hair. At this time, he wore colorful pigtails, combined with his usually unsmiling expression. The picture is too beautiful to look directly at.

"Grandpa, my father makes the best wheat in the world." The little guy saw aunt Shuyu handing the roasted wheat to Grandpa and said proudly with her small chin.

"Then you haven't eaten grandpa's roasted wheat. Grandpa's cooking is the best." Grandpa, you don't admit defeat. He can deliberately lose to Xuanxuan, but he doesn't want to lose to others, especially in the little guy's heart.

Xuanxuan pouted, "but aunt Shuyu said, grandpa can't cook."

As soon as the voice fell, just for a moment, the ward was quiet, and the air pressure on Shu Qiang's head suddenly decreased.

Shu Yu vaguely felt a cold air coming from behind. She looked back weakly, and the cold knife's eyes flew from the big uncle's confidence.

"Well, I'll go back first and come back in the afternoon." With that, Shu Yu ran away with oil under her feet.