Chapter 398

Just as people never dare to deny Han Mo's achievements in film, they also dare not deny Han Mo's influence in singing.

Lei Jia, the godfather of music, left a message at the bottom of Han Mo's audition single.

"I always thought that Han Mo gave up his identity as a musician to concentrate on making movies and becoming a businessman. I was a little sorry before. There was another talent missing in the singing world. I'm very glad at the moment. It turns out that Han Mo can give consideration to both. In his busy schedule, he can still create such high-quality songs."

The wechat account with the authentication nickname of Zhang Hua, a famous music critic, left a message, "Han Mo's Cantonese songs let me know that our mainland also has good Cantonese songs. Our mainland musicians can also create Cantonese works. Cantonese songs are no longer the patent of Guangdong and Hong Kong people, but we can also have them."

Next is the message from the fans.

One comment after another kept rolling on the screen.

Suddenly, music sounded in the music studio.

Han Mo glanced at pangxie not far away. "Wear headphones."

Little pangxie said with a smile, "I've listened to it several times with headphones. Let me listen to it again. The sound effect of our room is the best. Brother Han, let me enjoy it."

Han Mo had no choice but to stop pangxie.

"The drizzle drizzled through the evening streets

Erase the rain and look up without reason

Looking at the lonely night light is the sad memory "

"... I like your moving eyes and more charming laughter..."

Little Ponzi has always been famous for never forgetting his ears. Just now he listened to both sides with headphones. When he listened with the stereo, he could hum along with the chorus. "

"Brother Han, it sounds great. I like you..."

Han Mo glanced at Pang Xie obliquely, "don't sing to me."

"Hee hee, brother Han, I really like you."

At this time, Han Mo's mobile phone rang, familiar music that can no longer be familiar with, Han Mo sighed and connected the phone.

"Xiaomo, why didn't you give me a new song first? Now if you want to listen to your song, do you have to pay to download it online through the copyright association?"

Before Han Mo could explain, Meng Si's questioning voice came out of the receiver.

"Did you let Ponzi send it? He didn't notice me?" Mengsi finally pointed the spear at little Ponzi.

Because the voice was too loud, little Pang Xie, standing not far from the phone, also heard what Meng Si said on the phone. He hurried to the phone and shouted, "Mr. Meng, I'm wronged. It's not me. I'm also brother Han. I heard it after I sent it."

Meng Si frowned when he heard little pangxie's voice. He wanted to give himself a step down, because he didn't want to find Han Mo trouble. He just called to vent. Unexpectedly, little pangxie was on the side and didn't carry the pot for Meng Si. Meng Si couldn't care any more. He went deeper for a long time, that is to say, Han Mo was wrong.

Meng Si coughed twice and didn't take up the excuse of Xiao pangxie. "Xiao Mo, your single is so good. Before I knew you, I didn't want to hear a Cantonese song. After I knew you, I found that the Cantonese song was very good."

Han Mo smiled and said, "when we meet next time, I'll give you a small disc and put all the Cantonese songs I've sung on one disc."

"Well, you have a conscience."

There was not much greeting, but at last Meng Si pretended to threaten Han Mo and said that he must be the first to listen to a new song in the future. They hung up.

Shuya knows that Han Mo is preparing a new song, but she doesn't know what song it is. In fact, Han Mo is not the first to send it to the Copyright Association after the production is completed, but sent it to Shuya first in a small sample.

"This is a late love letter. It seems to be a confession about love. Did you do something sorry for me?"

Han Mo looked at the words on his mobile phone and smiled. Of course, he knew the meaning expressed in the lyrics when Huang Jiaju created the song. At that time, he just simply liked the melody of the song and had thousands of tenderness with Huang Jiaju when singing, and endured the feeling of deep pain.

Fortunately, his voice can also sing this song very well, so he decided to issue this song. In fact, for Han Mo in the past, he really regretted Shu Ya. When Shu Ya left, he didn't want Shu Ya to come back, touch her lovely face again, and talk in his sleep with her arm in arm, just like before.

So it's just not suitable for them now, but before they got it, it's still very appropriate.

But Han Mo couldn't say that. He smiled and edited a few words in the dialog box. "Just remember the song name. There's no need to study the rest."

Shuya whispered, "I like you."

Han Mo suddenly released a new song, which made his fans quench. That's why the topic of "Han Mo, new song" jumped to the first place in the hot sales list.

And like Shuya concert, it keeps heating up.

......

"Han Zhixuan, you say your mother is very powerful. You can only see it on TV. Is your mother a program host?" Children's thinking is always different from adults. In their hearts, the powerful role in TV is the host.

The little guy shook his head. "My mother is better than the host."

"Is your mother an athlete?"

"My mother is a big star." The little guy explained.

"Star?"

"Big star?"

"Wow, me."

Xuanxuan was surrounded by a group of friends. Everyone has not seen Xuanxuan's mother, so they have covered a little mystery in their hearts. In addition, the word "big star" is both familiar and strange to the children.

They all know that big stars are great, but they don't know big stars. They all look at Xuanxuan with worship eyes.

"Xuanxuan, can we meet your mother?"

"Yes, I also want to see Xuanxuan's mother. I've never seen a big star."

"I haven't seen it either. I want to see a big star."

The children gathered around Xuanxuan to see her mother. For the first time, the little guy showed off his mother in front of the children, proudly raised his little chin, looked at everyone's envious eyes, smiled and said, "of course, my mother will have a concert soon, and you can see it."

"Wow, concert."

"Is Xuanxuan's family very rich? It takes a lot of money to hold a concert."

"I really want to see it. Is the concert held while singing?"

"Of course not. Only big stars can hold concerts."

Several friends were discussing about their unknown concert together. Xuan Xuanxuan didn't participate in it, just smiled at everyone and said.