Han Mo sat at the table, the memories of the original owner kept shuttling in his mind, happy, happy, painful, troubled, entangled like silk, right and wrong were not clear, after the soul was fused, although the consciousness still maintained Han Mo's own consciousness, but the original owner's deeper emotions and memories also had a great impact on him.

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

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

Han Mo stretched out his hand and took the guitar standing on the piano stand next to him, this is the only valuable thing in the luggage of the original owner and Shu Ya secretly from the south to the northern capital, there was no money in his hand back then, and there was no money for eating, Shu Ya became a small golden lock that he had worn on his body since he was a child, and he was not willing to let the original owner sell the piano, she often said that because it represented his dream, no matter how hard and poor he was, he couldn't sell it.

Han Mo picked up the guitar, his mood was a little complicated, he clicked on the mobile phone on the table, the numbers on the screen were timed, and the recording began.

Under the slender fingers, the picks beat on the strings, and the beautiful melody reverberates through the room.

"In a hurry, we said it a few times, and then delayed it after goodbye~ It's a pity that who has it, love is not one, the eloquence of the seven loves~ In a hurry, we hurriedly left it down, and the unbearable promise was only ...... waiting for others to fulfill"

This song is the theme song of a movie, sung by Han Mo's former world music queen, he has always liked it, and today I want to give this song to Shu Ya, the first reason is that Shu Ya's voice is very similar to this diva, and the second is that Shu Ya's state of mind can interpret this song very well.

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

"If you can't blush-eyed goodbye, can you still blush~ It's like that year in a hurry, carved together forever, such a beautiful rumor~ If the past is still worth nostalgic, don't ice the past too quickly~ Who is willing to be like this, there is no concern for each other~ We owe each other, otherwise why should we remember ......"

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

The heartbeat when you get acquainted, the pity when you fall in love, the helplessness and quarrel when you get along, the farewell and pain when you leave, whether it's love, hate, regret, blessing, a song, a love, incisive, affectionate, no matter what happens in the future, Han Mo at this moment sings about their hurried year with complex feelings.

"If you can't blush-eyed goodbye, can you still blush~ It's like that year in a hurry, carved together forever, such a beautiful rumor~ If the past is still worth nostalgic, don't release the past suspicion too quickly~ Who is willing to be like this, they have nothing to worry about each other and nothing to worry about~"

"We owe each other, we want to break the ......"

The music gets weaker and weaker, and finally fades into the air.

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

End, save, Han Mo didn't 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 go through anyone's hands, this was the best way.

The file was successfully sent, Han Mo put the guitar back on the shelf, and then went out to pick up the little one from school.

Peng Ye disappeared in the morning, Shu Ya was very tired after a day's notice, opened the door and threw off the high heels on her feet, her swollen and painful feet could finally step firmly on the ground, Shu Ya walked to the sofa in a few steps, and lay down directly, too lazy to change her clothes.

Ding dong, the phone shook.

She fumbled in her bag with her eyes closed for a moment and pulled out her phone.

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

Shu Ya was stunned for a moment, because Han Mo hadn't sent her a message for a long, long time, and every time she called, it was something related to the child, and their communication in the past few years was only about Xuanxuan, and nothing else.

Her first reaction might be a children's rhyme sung by Xuanxuan, and she didn't think much about it, she clicked on play, put her phone aside, and continued to close her eyes.

"In a hurry, we said it a few times, and then delayed after goodbye~ It's a pity that who has not, love is not one, the eloquence of the seven feelings is ......"

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's mood was complicated, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Memories that I haven't thought of for a long time suddenly flashed in my mind, and those feelings have been ruthlessly crushed into my blood, unwilling to be remembered, but still flowing.

“...... If you can't blush your eyes when you say goodbye, can you still blush......"

“...... If the past is still worth nostalgic, don't let go of your old suspicions too quickly......"

“...... We owe each other, we want to break the thread. ”

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

As soon as the singing ended, the mobile phone rang suddenly, Shu Ya slowed down, adjusted her emotions, and only then answered the phone, Peng Ye's excited voice came from the earpiece.

Peng Yezheng was happy that he had won Meng Si with a landslide victory, "I just came out of Sichen Media, Xiaoya, I will help you do a big thing today, Han Mo accepted our invitation to sing, he ......" Her words were not finished yet.

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

Peng Ye didn't understand what Shu Ya meant, "What, hey, Xiaoya?" There was only a blind sound in the earpiece.

......

Han Mo gets along with the little guy, and the things he does every day are very fixed, take Xuanxuan home, start washing his hands and cooking, then eat, play with the child, take a bath and brush his teeth, coax the child to sleep, Xuanxuan is asleep, Han Mo also washes the dirty clothes that the little guy wears during the day, and usually only after ten o'clock will he have his own time, but he enjoys it all very much.

Han Mo is going to sort out the story of "Dream Travel", and then draw the illustrations of the story based on his impression, which is a bit complicated, so he first drew everyone first.

The phone suddenly lit up, and Zhang Mingli's name was beating on it.

Because the last time the phone almost made the little guy sleep, Han Mo paid great attention to it later, and before coaxing the child to sleep, he set the mobile phone to silent mode.

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhang Mingli's eager voice came out unabashedly, "Brother Han, you want to help me, our show is waiting for your story." There's no good story, kids don't do it. ”

The main reason for the decline in the ratings of Zhang Mingli's program is not that he is not charismatic and children don't like it anymore, but that there are too few good stories, and there is nothing new to talk about, not to mention that the children are tired of listening to it, or Zhang Mingli is tired of telling it himself.

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

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

"Han Mo, I don't care, you must save me, last time you said that it was not for the time being, that is, there may be, is there today, you must give me a positive answer, otherwise I won't hang up." Zhang Mingli was half coquettish, and half begged to Han Mo.

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

replied lightly, "Today." ”