The number of votes for each contestant is shown in the form of a bar chart with the number of votes they received and their name.

The faces of the audience couldn't help but show unexpected expressions, some whispered left and right, some opened their mouths directly, and some even distorted and hideous faces, the camera also deliberately captured the expressions of those audiences, increasing the sense of mystery, and the audience in front of the TV saw the surprised expressions of the people on the scene before seeing the number of votes on the big screen.

Shu Yaxiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her cherry-red lips subconsciously opened slightly.

Lei Jia leaned directly back in the chair in surprise.

Han Mo was unexpectedly overtaken, and through the time of several songs, the number of votes increased, but Chang Hao's cumulative increase increased rapidly, and he was temporarily in the first position at the moment.

After Chang Hao knew the number of votes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little assistant handed over his water glass, and then said doggedly, "Brother Hao won nine out of ten championships this time, what's the use of the previous rankings in the front, our most important thing is this championship night, congratulations to Brother Hao." ”

Although Chang Hao didn't speak, he had already listened to the little assistant's words in his heart, and he was very happy, took a sip of water, and leaned back on the sofa relaxedly.

Because this time happened to be stuck at the time node when the number of votes was announced, Han Mo and Meng Si were both waiting behind the stage, and Xiao Pang Xie shouted incredulously, "How is it possible." ”

Meng Si didn't react as much as Xiao Bian, but the two tattooed eyebrows were also straight fighting.

Only Han Mo was relatively calm, looked at the number of votes, and didn't say anything.

"Brother Han, you were overtaken by Chang Hao, how is this possible, how can Chang Hao sing as good as our Brother Han, what are these voting audiences thinking?"

Han Mo smiled and only said, "I haven't sung yet." ”

Xiao Pang was suddenly stunned and hissed, "Yes, Brother Han hasn't sung yet." Then he touched the back of his head and smirked twice.

Han Mo is the last to play, and there will be a period of interaction after he finishes singing, which means that if you want to become a champion in the end, you must sing for 5 minutes and the interactive link later, and the number of votes will increase rapidly. However, during this time, it cannot be ruled out that the number of votes of other people is also growing rapidly, so no one knows what will happen until the final deadline.

That's why the show changed the voting session on Champions Night, where the battle for the title was even more confusing.

Han Mo, who originally thought he was the best choice for the championship, only ranked second in the number of votes before singing, and fans who paid attention to Han Mo sweated for him.

The stage suddenly darkened, and the lights went out, leaving Han Mo enough time to go on stage.

Han Mo stood in the center of the stage, holding the microphone, a beam of light shone on his body, and the lights lit up in circles, and matched the sound effects.

The whole stage becomes bright but with a touch of mystery.

When Han Mo appeared in front of everyone, the audience applauded.

"Daddy, Daddy!" the little guy pointed to the TV, suddenly jumped off the sofa, and jumped and jumped in front of the TV, "My Daddy, my Daddy, this is my Daddy." ”

"Come, Xuanxuan come back quickly, let's listen to Dad sing quietly. Chen Yuehong beckoned the little guy to sit back on the sofa.

The little one quickly retreated to the sofa on his two little legs.

This time, Han Mo didn't use Limai, and held the microphone in one hand.

The prelude sounded slowly, Han Mo Qingjun's eyes lowered slightly, and then slowly raised his head, and a low magnetic voice suddenly sounded......

"I want to see you laugh

I want to mess with you

I want to hug you into my arms

The last second he was arguing with a red face

The next second you can turn around and reconcile."

When he finished singing the last word of this paragraph, his gaze subconsciously glanced at the audience, just colliding with Shu Ya's gentle gaze in the air.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make Shu Ya's heart fluctuate violently, just like the first time she saw Han Mo performing on stage, she didn't know that he would become her boyfriend that year, that year, she didn't think that one day she would follow him desperately to a strange city, that year she was just a girl, that year they only knew simple and beautiful little happiness, and that year she had nothing but love him in her eyes......

"I'm not afraid of you crying

I'm not afraid of you calling

Because you are my pride

A pair of eyes are running after you

A heart is ready"

Han Mo took two steps forward, and the others were just in a normal position, and the camera followed his movements.

Some of the displacements are not just space, maybe the heart and the heart.

For Han Mo, it was only three months since he saw Shu Ya for the first time, and he often saw Shu Ya, who used to be a girl, running happily around the campus in the memory of the original owner, laughing happily, like a child of a few years old, very beautiful, very beautiful. But what I remember more is Shu Ya's continuous encouragement and support after the failure of the original owner, and every time he lost his temper with her when he was in a bad mood, she silently forbearance and forced laughter.

At first it was pity, then distress, and then even he didn't know what the emotion was.

Knowing Shu Ya's worries when she drove in the rainstorm, her panic when she went out to look for Shu Ya, and her recklessness when she saw Shu Ya being trapped, when all this was over, Han Mo tossed and turned all night, he was no longer that Han Mo, and he was just Han Mo.

All feelings are real, to parents, to children, to Shuya.

“...... Do you know all my heartbeats, jump with you......"

Han Mo smiled, he is the Han Mo here, the unique Han Mo, he is a son, a father, and a ...... hehe

It's good to meet you once, meeting you is like bathing in the spring breeze, meeting you to know what is the heartbeat, meeting you to understand that all the struggle is just so that you can always smile like a child. Yes, once is good, this time is a lifetime.

Those who understand understand, and those who are drunk are drunk, until hot tears drip to the back of their hands, only to find that they are crying. Shu Ya gasped and tried to control her emotions, but what appeared in front of her was the Han Mo who smashed the car window with her bare hands, the Han Mo who resisted the car with her bare hands, and the Han Mo who still refused to give up calling her name loudly even though she didn't have any strength.

She used to think that she would not love anymore, so what is it at this moment.

As Han Mo slowly took the microphone away from his face, the music became weaker and finally disappeared into the air.

Time seemed to stand still, without a sound, for a full three seconds.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream, and the scene erupted in continuous applause.

"Han Mo is amazing, I have listened to too many love songs, but it is the first time that I have a feeling that the object of confession is right in front of me. Lei Jia wiped the corners of his eyes and said with applause.

Zhai Xu didn't make too many comments, but he also applauded vigorously.

Shu Ya didn't move, until the camera was about to sweep to her position, and Peng Ye whispered behind her, she suddenly reacted and clapped her hands like everyone else.

Without any suspense, without any preparation, Han Mo once again brought everyone's emotions into his songs, everyone was the protagonist of his songs, and they all recalled the story of the past in just five minutes.

Maybe naïve, maybe romantic, maybe happy, maybe poignant, maybe love is vigorous, maybe it's just a passing cloud.

He may have gone away, he may be by his side at this moment.