Chapter 16

The biggest difference between Han Mo and the original owner is that he knows when to do what. From the moment he came to this world, he lost his original aura. If he wants to survive, he must rely on himself. Making money is the last word. It is no longer about face. Life will force people to have no choice.

Han Mo has packed Xuanxuan's small box with clothes, books and toys that the little guy likes.

"Dad, if you want Xuanxuan, you can call." The little guy smiled sweetly.

Han Mo, of course, understood the little guy's attempt, reached out and touched her head, and spoiled her little face.

The kindergarten parents' attitude towards Han Mo has changed dramatically. They not only put away their contemptuous eyes, but also took the initiative to say hello to him. Han Mo doesn't care much about other people's attitude towards him. He will nod when smiling at him, and respond politely when greeting him.

Han Mo took the little guy's little hand, gave careful instructions, and stroked the fairy braid he made for the little guy, so he left at ease.

In the afternoon, Shuya will send someone to pick up Xuanxuan after school. It's strange. In the memory of the original owner, Shuya would rather send someone or disguise herself with sunglasses and hats to pick up the children in the kindergarten than go to the original owner's home. Although Han Mo doesn't know why, this is undoubtedly a good way for him now. He is really not ready to meet Shuya.

Ding Rou looks at Han Mo's back after leaving for a while, and then looks at Xuanxuan's hair. There is a trace of worship in her eyes.

......

Looking for a job, Han Mo is full of these three words. Even if he is not suitable for long-term work, he must let himself have something to do and get busy. Of course, the purpose of this busyness is paid.

Strange streets, strange faces, strange buildings, everything is so different, but the same is the busy and hurried crowd, working hard for life.

Han Mo walked aimlessly in the street. The weather was a little hot. Although he dressed Xuanxuan carefully every day, he wore a T-shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of sneakers. This dress was too ordinary, but Han Mo was still very eye-catching because of his high appearance and good figure.

Suddenly, a burst of music floated into Han Mo's ear. He inadvertently looked at the direction of the sound. There was a bar not far away. It seemed that the decoration was very retro and mixed with a bohemian tone. In the past, Han Mo was relaxed and liked to sit in this bar in a leisurely afternoon, listen to music and have a drink.

Touching the scenery, he suddenly missed that time. Han Mo couldn't help walking to the max bar.

As he imagined, the inside and outside of the bar are a style, not very noisy, but a place to enjoy leisure time. People drink and chat with each other, listening to songs that only they can sing.

He ordered a glass of wine, sat at the bar, looked around, and tried to coincide the scene at the moment with what he had remembered. Although it was not exactly the same as the previous life, he felt the same, but... Han Mo frowned. No one performed on the stage, and the music was actually played.

The bartender put the wine glass in front of Han mo. Han Mo was not a gossip man, but he couldn't help asking, "the business here is so good, why isn't there a resident singer?"

"There was a singer who died in a car accident not long ago. The boss only liked his feeling. Later singers were not satisfied. They said they would rather lack than abuse." The bartender shrugged helplessly.

Han Mo gave a sad "Oh" sound. He always felt that there was something missing in such an emotional place without real singing.

While wiping the bar counter, the bartender said casually, "our boss used to be engaged in music, so there are many friends in the circle. Our bar is one of the best in the north. In fact, just find something similar. I don't know what the boss thinks. No one can sing in his ears."

Han Mo just smiled and didn't speak. He can understand this mood. He was the same before. He would rather be tired to do it alone than recruit inappropriate assistants. This may be that he would rather be short than excessive.

"Do you know how much our singers cost a month?" The bartender pretended to be mysterious, raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice to Han mo.

Now, as long as it is related to money, Han Mo is very interested.

The bartender stretched out a hand and held the corner of his mouth, "fifty thousand."

Han Mo showed a surprised look. The net salary of a bar singer is 50000 a month. Not to mention that in a world where the cultural industry is not so developed, even the world he used to live in is also a high number. Han Mo couldn't help feeling a little excited.

"Where's your boss?"

"He may be in a corner of the bar quietly. Our boss is strange." The bartender said casually“ Are you looking for our boss? "

"I want to apply for a bar singer."

The bartender smiled, "man, it's impossible. Many famous singers in the circle can't get into the boss's ears. I think you'd better forget it."

Han Mo didn't say more. He didn't rely on others to tell him whether he could do it or not, but on himself.

He directly got up and walked towards the stage. In the middle of the stage, a guitar stood next to the chair, probably in memory of the previous singers. It seems that it has been useless for a long time and still keeps their original appearance.

The bartender wanted to call Han Mo, and it seemed that the boy was doing a very absurd thing. And the boss dislike others' private guitar automatically. Before he could stop it, Han Mo had already come to the stage. The bartender quickly bowed his head, pretending he had not spoken with Han Mo, and the boss was angry for a while.

There were many people in the bar. Everyone was chatting and drinking. No one noticed that Han Mo had stepped onto the stage and picked up his guitar.

Han Mo adjusted the seat position and took a deep breath. Only a few people close to the stage saw Han Mo, some showed strange eyes, some were surprised, but they all flashed by, and no one looked at him any more.

The decoration of this bar has a melancholy but warm style. The boss perfectly rubs these two seemingly contradictory words together to show them, which makes Han Mo think of a song, "those flowers".

Han Mo holds the slender fingers of the guitar and moves the strings flexibly. The beautiful melody floats out of the piano box. The melody is very quiet, just like Han Mo, quiet as water and moving. He always likes to hide all his happiness and unhappiness in his heart and only talk about his works.

Hearing the sound of music, some people looked up at the stage and continued their business. Regular guests knew the story of the bar and glanced at it.

"Who let him up!" The bar owner Meng Chen angrily went to the bar, "find someone to drive him away."

The bartender pretended to be busy and didn't say anything. The manager was scolded by the boss. He was very frightened and hurried to find the security guard.

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers..."

Meng Chen was stunned for a moment, angrily pointed to the security guard and asked them to slowly take back their hands and looked at the stage.

"Quietly open for me in every corner of my life..."

The security guard was about to rush to the stage after receiving the boss's instruction and dragged the boy from the stage.

"Wait!" Meng Chen stopped the security guard and motioned them to stand aside first.

"I thought I would always stay by her side. Today we have left in the vast sea of people..." Han Mo's deep voice floated to every corner of the bar with a clean guitar accompaniment. The tuner secretly pulled down other voices and turned up the microphone on the stage.

People in the bar couldn't help raising their heads, putting down their glasses and looking at the center of the stage through the dim light.

Han Mo didn't pay attention to the audience. He sang his own ballad with his heart. The lyrics of the song "those flowers" are simple, but there are 100 stories for 100 people. Different memories have the same green and beautiful.

"Are they all old? Where are they... Fortunately, I opened it with them... "

The bar was quiet as never before. No one drank any more. Han Mo's voice echoed in the air.

Meng Chen sat down at the bar and waved to the bartenders to stop and keep quiet.

Everyone's emotions are infected by the song. Han Mo's voice is not very loud, but it has extraordinary appeal. It is delicate and warm. It states a beautiful and melodious story. It is presented to every listener like a poem and a picture, which can calm the impetuous heart.

Just as everyone was immersed in the story sung by Han Mo, an excited face was recording everything on the stage through the mobile phone screen.