The song did not end, Han Mo's voice echoed in the studio, the audience was infected, passive, everyone suppressed their emotions, no one interrupted the melody at the moment, and people endured without applauding.

“...... Love is infinite, please allow me to say that I really love you......"

Chen Yuehong looked at her son who sang emotionally on TV and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The little guy didn't understand the meaning of the song, and looked at his grandmother with a blank face, "Grandma, are you crying, aren't you happy?" and then stretched out a little hand to help grandma wipe her tears.

"Grandma is so happy. These are tears of joy. Chen Yuehong doted on her granddaughter and kissed her on the top of her head.

Xuanxuan nodded as if she didn't understand, she still didn't understand why she was crying when she was happy, she seemed to cry only when she was sad, but she continued to watch TV again, because there were grandfathers and fathers on TV.

“...... Love is infinite, please allow me to say that I really love you......"

At the end of Han Mo's last lyrics, the old man's solo sounded again, and the even drum beat, with the guitar of the chords, perfectly showed the unique sound quality of the piano.

The sound of the music became weaker and weaker, until it slowly disappeared, and the audience was still unsatisfied, and it was the first time that after the singer's voice ended, they still listened carefully to every note of the accompaniment, until all the sounds disappeared completely, and after a moment of silence, they hurriedly reacted that this audio-visual feast had ended.

The audience applauded thunderously, because the emotions that had been suppressed just now were too long, and the applause lasted for a long, long time without stopping.

The first time Shu Ya watched Han Jun play, she had only heard Han Mo say that his father was a professor at a conservatory with a stubborn and hard temper, teaching piano. At that time, I only knew that Han Mo and his father had incompatible personalities and often quarreled, and she always persuaded Han Mo.

At first, Shu Ya was surprised when she saw Han Mo respectfully invite her father, and when she saw that the two of them cooperated so perfectly on stage, she was even more shocked, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

In the past, Shu Ya just felt that Han Mo had become mature and low-key, but she didn't expect that he would take the initiative to reconcile with his parents, and he would also write a song for his mother, so that he could say that on stage.

Shu Ya had an indescribably complicated feeling for Han Mo in front of her.

Han Mo waited for his father, the old man stood up, and the two of them bowed to the audience in thanks.

The applause from the audience continued.

Lei Jia shook his head slightly while applauding, "I have thought before, Han Mo is full of horsepower in every game, when will it reach the bottleneck period, after all, creation is a parabola, when you continue to climb upward, you will eventually pass through the commanding heights, and then slowly go downhill, and then go through a trough, some people can underestimate the rebound, and some people may be buried forever." But Han Mo really maintained a high-quality state like this, which shocked me too much. ”

Li Manli sent Han Mo and his son away and stood on the stage, "Mr. Lei, are you just predicting the next championship battle?"

Lei Jia laughed, "Do you still need me to predict this? ”

"Well, what everyone expects is the best. Li Manli was also very excited, she knew Han Mo at an outdoor show, the first time she heard Han Mo sing, she was deeply attracted by his voice, and at this moment on the stage, she was once again impressed by Han Mo.

Zhai Xu didn't speak, a little unconvinced, but there was no reason to be unconvinced.

In this game, Han Mo and Chang Hao's ranking remains unchanged, and the next three players have changed the order, Liu Xiaoqing is fifth in this game, so she will not have the option to play in the next game.

After Lao Wu's performance, he went to find Han Jun, and he wanted to invite the teacher to dinner, but the old man didn't want to go, what to eat so late, but he couldn't stand Lao Wu's kung fu, and then he didn't move, so he thought of a compromise solution.

Agree to Lao Wu's invitation, but not today, time will be discussed. Lao Wu was afraid that the old man would change his mind again, and he couldn't do anything about him, so he asked Han Mo's phone to come, so he left a careful opportunity and contacted Han Mo directly when the time came.

After the show on TV ended, Han Mo and the old man were entangled with Lao Wu at the door of the TV station for a while because of the question of whether to go to dinner, so when they got home, Chen Yuehong had already put the little guy in a bath and fell asleep.

Han Mo gently pushed open the door of the little guy's room, and the light outside the door shone into the room through the gap that was pushed open, just reflected in the little guy's bed, Xuanxuan's baby fat little face was smiling, and she was sleeping sweetly.

Han Mo originally just wanted to take a look, and he was not ready to go in for fear of disturbing the child's sleep, but when he saw the little guy sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but walk in, gently brushed away her bangs, and kissed her forehead.

"What's the matter, your wife's demeanor has not diminished back then. Han Jun straightened his back a little proudly.

Originally, Chen Yuehong wanted to praise Han Jun, but when she saw his stinky appearance, she instantly took back the compliments and rolled her eyes, "No matter how beautiful you are, you are an old man." ”

Han Jun sighed, "You only have your son in your eyes, and your son is the youngest and most handsome." ”

"Of course, my son is the most handsome. Chen Yuehong is beautiful in her heart, today her son is singing with herself in front of the camera, which has a lot of face, and tomorrow she will have a topic to talk about with the old sisters of the dance team.

Han Jun didn't get praise from his wife, and he was pressed down by his son's demeanor, took a mouthful of dry vinegar, and said unconvinced, "No matter how handsome you are, sooner or later you will have to become a bad old man." ”

Chen Yuehong ignored him and went back to the room proudly.

......

The next morning, Han Mo walked out of the bedroom and saw his mother fiddling with her mobile phone on the sofa, looking excited.

Every day, Han Mo is the first to get up in the family, because he is responsible for making breakfast for the whole family, so getting up a little earlier and getting up early is also a good habit brought from his previous life.

In the first days when she came to Beidu, Chen Yuehong still rushed to get up early, wanting her son to sleep more, but later found that even if she got up early, she couldn't interfere with breakfast, so she simply didn't fight.

"Mom, you got up so early today?" Han Mo said as he walked to the bathroom.

"Huh, I just can't sleep. ”

Chen Yuehong was so excited that she couldn't sleep, he knew that every Saturday when the "Looking for a Voice" program ended, there would be a lot of comments on the Internet about the show, and she would also pay attention to it on the Internet to see information about her son. But yesterday my son deliberately mentioned himself before singing, and the old lady is also a child, and wants to see if there is any topic about her.

But a little disappointed, the topic about her son is overwhelming, but there is nothing about her.

But I accidentally saw Shu Ya in the related people of the show, yes, Shu Ya is a guest on this show, this girl is more beautiful than back then, at that time, she was sweet and pure, with shyness and immaturity in her temperament, but now it is a natural atmosphere, still maintaining the original sense of purity, and it is not exactly the same, so beautiful that people dare not approach.

Chen Yuehong looked at Shu Ya's photo for a long time, and it wasn't until her son greeted her that she hurriedly put her phone aside.