The biggest difference between Han Mo and the original owner is that he knows what to do when and when, 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 had already packed Xuanxuan's small box, which contained a change of clothes, as well as books and toys that the little guy liked.

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

Of course, Han Mo understood the little guy's intentions, reached out and touched the top of her head, and pinched the little face dotingly.

The attitude of the parents of the kindergarten towards Han Mo has changed dramatically, not only put away their disdainful eyes, but some parents also take the initiative to greet him, Han Mo doesn't care much about other people's attitudes towards him, he will nod when he smiles at him, and he will respond politely when he greets him.

Han Mo took the little guy's little hand, carefully admonished him, and stroked the fairy braids he had braided for the little guy before leaving with confidence.

After school in the afternoon, Shu Ya will send someone to pick up Xuanxuan, which is strange to say, in the memory of the original owner, Shu Ya would rather send someone or disguise herself in sunglasses and hats to come to the kindergarten to pick up the child, rather than go to the original owner's house. Although Han Mo didn't know what the reason was, this was undoubtedly a good way for him now, and he was indeed not ready to meet Shu Ya.

Ding Rou stared at the back of Han Mo leaving for a while, and then looked at Xuanxuan's hair, with a hint of worship in her eyes.

......

Looking for a job, Han Mo's mind is full of these three words, even if it is not suitable for long-term work, but he must let himself have something to do and be busy, of course, the purpose of this busyness is paid.

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

Han Mo walked aimlessly on the street, the weather was a little hot, although he dressed Xuanxuan very carefully every day, but he wore it very casually, a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of sneakers, this dress is too ordinary, but Han Mo has a good appearance and a good figure, and he is still very eye-catching.

Suddenly a burst of music drifted into Han Mo's ears, he unintentionally glanced at the direction of the sound, there was a bar not far away, the decoration seemed to be very retro and mixed with a bohemian tone, in the past, Han Mo was free, he liked to go to this kind of bar in a leisurely afternoon, listen to songs, and have a glass of wine.

Touching the scene, he suddenly missed that time, Han Mo couldn't help but walk towards the MAX bar.

As he imagined, the bar was a style inside and out, not very noisy just a place to enjoy leisure time, people drinking and chatting and listening to songs that only they could sing.

He ordered a glass of wine and sat at the bar, looking around, trying to coincide the scene at this moment with the appearance in his memory, although it was not exactly the same as in his previous life, but the general feeling was the same, just ...... Han Mo couldn't help frowning, no one was performing on the stage, and the music was played.

The bartender put the wine glass in front of Han Mo, Han Mo is not a gossip person, but he still couldn't help asking, "Business is so good here, why don't there be resident singers?"

"There is a singer who died in a car accident not long ago, and the boss only likes his feeling, and the later singers are not satisfied, saying that it is better to lack than to abuse. The bartender shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Han Mo let out a pity "oh", he always felt that in such a moody place, there was something missing from the singing of real people.

The bartender said casually while wiping the bar, "Our boss used to be engaged in music, so there are a lot of friends in the circle, our bar is one of the best in the north, in fact, just find a similar one, I don't know what the boss thinks, who can't sing into his ears." ”

Han Mo just smiled and didn't speak, he could understand this mood, he used to be the same, he would rather be tired and do it alone than recruit an unsuitable assistant, this may be rather lacking than indiscriminate.

"Do you know how much our singer is a month?" The bartender raised his eyebrows mysteriously, 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 tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Fifty thousand." ”

Han Mo showed a look of surprise, the net salary of a bar singer is 50,000 yuan a month, not to mention that in the current world where the cultural industry is not so developed, even the world he used to live in is a lot of money. Han Mo couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Where's your boss?"

"He's probably just sitting quietly in a corner of the bar, and our boss is weird. The bartender said casually. "You're looking for our boss?"

"I'm going to apply for a bar singer. ”

The bartender smiled, "Dude, it's impossible, how many singers who are already famous in the circle can't get into the ears of the boss, I think you better forget it." ”

Han Mo didn't say more, every step he took from childhood to adulthood was not by others telling him if he could do it, but by himself.

He got up and walked directly to the stage, where a guitar stood next to a chair in the center of the stage, probably in memory of the previous singers, who seemed to have been useless for a long time and still maintained their original appearance.

The bartender wanted to stop Han Mo, in its opinion, this kid was doing an extremely ridiculous thing, and the boss hated other people's guitars the most, before he could stop it, Han Mo had already walked to the front of the stage, the bartender quickly lowered his head, pretending that he hadn't spoken to Han Mo, and the boss lost his temper for a while and escaped.

There were a lot of people in the bar, everyone was chatting and drinking, and no one noticed that Han Mo had walked up to the stage and picked up the guitar.

Han Mo adjusted the position of the seat and took a deep breath, only a very few people who were close to the stage saw Han Mo, some showed strange eyes, some were surprised, but they were all fleeting, and no one looked at him again.

The decoration of this bar is a little melancholy but full of warmth, and the boss perfectly blends these two seemingly contradictory words together, which reminds Han Mo of a song, "Those Flowers".

Han Mo held the slender fingers of the guitar and plucked the strings flexibly, and the beautiful melody floated out of the piano case, and the melody was very quiet, just like Han Mo, who was as still as water, and it was moving. He always likes to hide all the happiness and unhappiness in his heart, and only speaks with his works.

Hearing the music, some people looked up at the stage and went on with their business, and the regulars knew the story of the bar and pouted at a glance.

"Who let him go up!" Meng Chen, the owner of the bar, walked to the bar counter angrily, "Quickly find someone to drive him away for me." ”

The bartender pretended to be busy and didn't say anything, and the manager was so frightened by the boss that he hurried to the security guard.

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

Meng Chen was stunned for a moment, angrily pointed at the security guard's hand to make them hurry up, slowly retracted it, 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 instructions from the boss, and dragged the boy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead from the stage.

"Wait!" Meng Chen stopped the security guards and motioned for them to step aside first.

"I thought I would always be by her side, today we are gone in the middle of nowhere......" Han Mo's deep magnetic voice floated to every corner of the bar with clean guitar accompaniment, and the tuner secretly pulled down the other voices and turned up the stage microphone.

The people in the bar couldn't help but look up, put down their glasses, and looked through the dim light to the center of the stage.

Han Mo didn't pay attention to the audience, he sang his own ballad with his heart, the lyrics of this "Those Flowers" are simple, but a hundred people listen to it, there are a hundred stories, and different memories have the same youth and beauty.

"Are they all old? Where are they...... Luckily, I was able to open up with them......"

The bar was quieter than ever, no one was drinking anymore, and Han Mo's voice echoed in the air.

Meng Chen sat down in front of the bar and waved his hand to make the bartenders stop and keep quiet.

Everyone's emotions are infected by singing, Han Mo's voice is not very loud but has extraordinary infectiousness, delicate and warm, telling a beautiful and melodious story, which is presented to every listener like a picturesque appearance, which can calm the impetuous heart.

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