Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo was sitting at the table, and the memories of the original owner kept running through his mind, happiness, happiness, pain, and troubles, entwined like silk. It was not clear whether it was right or wrong. After the soul merged, although the consciousness still kept Han Mo himself. However, the original owner's more profound emotions and memories also had a great impact on him.

After taking a long sigh of relief, the back of his hand inadvertently bumped into something, and Han Mo's gaze turned over, it turned out to be a box of stomach medicine.

He took out the only pill left and ate it with water.

Han Mo reached out and took the guitar standing beside him on the piano stand. This is the only valuable thing in the luggage that the original owner and Shu Ya secretly ran from the south to the north. Shu Ya was the little golden lock that she had been wearing since she was a child, and she was not willing to let the original owner sell the qin. She often said that because it represented his dream, no matter how hard or poor, he could not sell it.

Han Mo picked up the guitar with a complicated mood. He clicked on the mobile phone on the table, the numbers on the screen were timing, and the recording started.

Under the slender fingers, the picks beat on the strings, and the beautiful melody reverberated in the house.

"In that year of rush, how many times did we say it, and then delay after goodbye~ It's a pity who has it or not, love is not a match, the eloquence on the seven emotions~ In that year of rush, we put it down in a hurry, the unbearable promise, only Waiting for someone else to cash in..."

This song is the theme song of a movie. It was sung by Han Mo, a former singer in the world. He has always liked it very much. Today, I want to give this song to Shu Ya. The first reason is that Shu Ya's voice and This diva is very similar, and the second is that Shu Ya's mood can completely interpret this song very well.

The images of the original owner and Shu Ya's past lives played in Han Mo's mind like a movie...

"If you can't have a red-eyed goodbye, can you still have a red-faced face~ It's just like that year in a hurry, engrave forever together, such a beautiful rumor~ If the past is still worthy of nostalgia, don't let go of the past too quickly~ Whoever is willing to be like this, it's okay to have nothing to do with each other Wuqian~ We have to owe each other, otherwise why should we cherish the memory..."

The numbers on the phone screen on the table are still growing, the recording continues, the piano continues, the singing continues, and the memories continue.

The heartbeat when we met, the sympathy when we fell in love, the helplessness and quarrel when we got along, the farewell and pain when we left, whether it is love, hatred, regret, blessing, a song, a love, vivid and deep, No matter what happens in the future, Han Mo at this moment sings about their hurried year with a complicated mood.

"If you can't have a red-eyed goodbye, can you still have a red-faced face~ It's just like that year in a hurry, engrave forever together, such a beautiful rumor~ If the past is still worthy of nostalgia, don't let go of the past too quickly~ Whoever is willing to be like this, it's okay to have nothing to do with each other No hold~"

"We're going to owe each other, we're going to be disconnected..."

The music gets weaker and weaker, and finally disappears in the air.

This is a girl's song, and Han Mo's voice is deeper, more emotional, and full of emotion.

End, save, Han Mo did not listen to the audition, and sent it directly to Shu Ya in the form of an audio file.

Han Mo didn't pass Peng Ye, he felt that this song didn't need to pass through anyone's hands, this was the best way.

After the document was sent successfully, Han Mo put the guitar back on the shelf and went out to pick up the little guy from school.

Peng Ye disappeared in the morning. Shu Ya was very tired after catching up with the notification person for a day. She opened the door and threw off the high heels on her feet. The swollen and sore feet could finally step on the ground firmly. Shu Ya walked to the sofa in a few steps. I lay down and didn't even bother to change my clothes.

Ding-dong, the phone vibrated.

She closed her eyes and touched the bag for a while, then took out her mobile phone.

An audio file, sender: Han Mo, "The Year in a Hurry".

Shu Ya was stunned for a while, because Han Mo hadn't sent her a message for a long time, and every time she called her, it was about the child. Their communication in the past few years was only about Xuan Xuan.

Nothing else.

Her first reaction was probably something like a nursery rhyme sung by Xuan Xuan. She didn't think much about it, she clicked play, put the phone aside, and continued to close her eyes.

"How many times did we say it in a hurry that year, and then delay it after goodbye~ It's a pity who has it? It's not a love affair, the eloquence on the seven emotions..."

Shu Ya suddenly opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and looked at the screen. This is, Han Mo...

The song continued to play, Shu Ya was in a complicated mood, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Memories that have not been remembered for a long time suddenly flashed in my mind, those feelings have been smashed into blood, and they do not want to be remembered, but they are still flowing.

"...If you can't be blushing when you meet again, can you still be blushing..."

"...If the past is still worthy of nostalgia, don't let go of the past too quickly..."

"...We're going to owe each other, we're going to be disconnected."

The music gradually weakened, Shu Ya closed her eyes slightly, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.

Just after the singing ended, the phone rang suddenly, Shu Ya slowed down, adjusted her emotions, and then answered the call, Peng Ye's excited voice came from the receiver.

Peng Ye is happy for his overwhelming victory over Meng Si, "I just came out of Sichen Media, Xiaoya, I will help you accomplish a big thing today, Han Mo accepted our invitation to sing, he... .." She didn't finish her sentence.

"Oh, the song has arrived." After saying that, Shu Ya hung up the phone.

Peng Ye didn't understand what Shu Ya meant, "What? Hello? Xiaoya?" There was only a beeping blind tone in the receiver.

......

Han Mo gets along with the little guy, and his daily routine is very fixed. After taking Xuanxuan home, he starts to wash his hands and cook, then eat, play with the child, take a bath, brush his teeth, put the child to sleep, Xuanxuan falls asleep, Han Mo He also has to wash the dirty clothes that the little guy wears during the day. Usually, he will have his own time only after ten o'clock, but he enjoys all this very much.

Han Mo was going to sort out the story of "Traveling in a Dream", and then draw the illustrations of the story based on his impressions. This is a bit complicated, so he first drew each person's drawings first.

The phone suddenly lit up with Zhang Mingli's name beating on it.

Because the phone call almost made the little guy sleep last time, Han Mo paid great attention later, and put the phone on silent mode before coaxing the child to sleep.

Just after the call was connected, Zhang Mingli's eager voice came out unconcealedly, "Brother Han, you have to help me, our show is waiting for your story to be taken down. There is no good story, the children don't do it. "

The main reason for the decline in the ratings of Zhang Mingli's shows is not that he is not attractive, and the children don't like it, but that there are too few good stories, and there is nothing new in telling them. .

Han Mo's two stories brought the show Bunny Storytelling back to life, and the ratings were higher every time, but the two stories can only be told for two episodes, and then it's over. If the quality of the stories declines, the ratings will definitely plummet again.

Zhang Mingli had no choice but to continue begging Han Mo.

"Han Mo, I don't care, you must save me. Last time you said that it was temporarily unavailable, that is, there may be. If there is one today, you must give me a positive answer, otherwise I will not hang up. "Zhang Mingli was half coquettish and half begging to tell Han Mo.

The illustrations are not well drawn, but as long as the TV station has sound copyrights, the illustrations will not be used. Han Mo glanced at the text version of "Dream-hunting Travel Notes" that had just been sorted out.

He replied lightly, "Today."