After hearing the director's instructions, Li Manli smiled, "Please Han Mo." ”

The host didn't leave, and the lights didn't dim, Han Mo was stunned for a moment and slowly walked on stage.

Meng Si didn't know what was going on, so he whispered in the back, "Why, shouldn't you sing it directly?"

Although he had doubts in his heart, Han Mo did not have any emotional fluctuations on the surface, and slowly walked to Li Manli's side.

Suddenly, the big screen camera switched to the room where the relatives and friends were cheering, and the singer would play the footage of relatives and friends cheering for them before the appearance, Han Mo knew that he didn't, so he should have skipped that link at this moment and sang directly.

Han Mo, like everyone at the scene, didn't know what would happen next, and the room of the family and friend group was empty and there was no one.

Zhai Xu smiled and shook his head, "It's embarrassing, the program team can even make a mistake about this, why don't you have an empty room without a group of relatives and friends, it's a shame." ”

Shu Ya's heart sank, Xiumei frowned slightly, she also felt that the program team had made a mistake and made an oolong, and she was thinking about how to help Han Mo play a round to avoid embarrassment if Zhai Xu made a big fuss for a while.

The audience at the scene was also surprised when they looked at the big screen, because they couldn't see anyone for a long time, and they were all talking in a whisper.

Only Li Manli still kept smiling, and although Han Mo's expression was indifferent, he still glanced at Li Manli and cast a puzzled look.

Suddenly, a milky voice came from the big screen, "I'm here, can you see me?" Daddy, I'm here!"

Han Mo's eyes widened and he whispered, "Xuanxuan." The moment of surprise, the originally indifferent expression instantly became tender and tender.

Shu Ya gasped, tried her best to control her expression, and looked back at her agent Peng Ye.

Peng Ye was also confused, he didn't know why Xuanxuan came, he was startled when he saw the big screen, and spread his hands towards Shu Ya with a stunned expression.

Suddenly, Shu Ya's mobile phone shook slightly on the seat table, an unread text message.

It was Zeng Ying who sent the message, "I'm sorry Sister Shu Ya, Xuanxuan has to come to cheer for Han Mo today, I really can't help it, but don't worry, no one saw me coming, I asked the driver to take her up." ”

After reading it, Shu Ya silently pressed the phone out, looked at the big screen, and had a complicated mood.

The audience at the scene didn't know where the sweet little voice came from, and they all looked around.

Until the camera slowly descended, the little guy jumped up and waved his little hand, "Here, here, Dad, can you see me?" ”

Han Mo hurriedly replied, "I can see it, Xuanxuan, Dad can see you." ”

saw a little princess carved in pink appear in front of the camera, and all the audience first grew their mouths and let out a sigh of surprise, and then showed their favorite eyes.

Xuanxuan heard her father's voice and said happily loudly, "My dad is the best, my dad is the first, dad, you also have a group of relatives and friends, Xuanxuan cheers for you, Xuanxuan is your group of relatives and friends." ”

At the top of the big screen is Xuanxuan's cute appearance of dancing excitedly to cheer for her father, and there is a small image in the lower right corner, which reflects Han Mo's expression, Han Mo's face is full of warmth, which is an expression that all the audience and staff have never seen.

Seeing this scene, Meng Si joked with a smile with the little assistant behind him, "I didn't expect this kid to smile so sweetly." ”

Xuanxuan thought for a while, began to imitate the appearance of the uncle and aunt she saw just now, and continued, "Dad, Xuanxuan will always support you! Xuanxuan loves you!" and then posed scissorhands.

Han Mo's heart warmed, and his throat choked, "Dad will always love you." ”

The little guy said all the cheering words he would have, and when he came here just now, he saw his uncle and aunt cheering for his family like this.

As the little guy waved goodbye, the warm picture was frozen at that moment, and the camera of the big screen changed to the scene again.

The people present were attracted by the little guy who just appeared on the big screen, it was so cute, they didn't expect Han Mo to have such a cute daughter, and the way to cheer was so special, but they hadn't seen enough of it.

Zhai Xu, who has always been yin and yang and said that Han Mo has no relatives and friends, did not dare to speak at this time.

"The little girl is so beautiful, she looks like Han Mo, haha. Lei Jiale said to Zhai Xu.

Zhai Xu laughed embarrassedly twice, "Yes, yes, it's very beautiful." ”

Han Mo, like everyone else, didn't know that Xuanxuan would suddenly appear, but at this moment he suddenly discovered that the meaning of life itself lies in the little person who just appeared, and everything became beautiful because of her.

Xuanxuan's appearance set off a small climax, the stage was returned to Han Mo again, the lights suddenly dimmed, and he adjusted his mood slightly. Turn on the lights again and focus completely on Han Mo.

Han Mo had thought for a long time about what to sing in the second song, not only to win the competition, but also to sing for himself.

The memories of the original owner often run rapidly in his brain in the dead of night, and those memories may be the most authentic imprint of the original owner.

In the days when he first came to Beidu, he was surrounded by ideals, he struggled, he was persistent, he tried to become the person he wanted to become, but he was robbed of his role, failed to interview again and again, endured the white eyes and errands of others, hid his grievances and unwillingness in his heart but still could only maintain the simplest survival, countless days when he couldn't find a job, he sat on the streets of Beidu, watched the vehicles coming and going, and consumed the ideals that were gradually moving away.

Han Mo lowered his head, adjusted the guitar strap slightly, and a deep magnetic voice came out of the microphone, ""Ideal" is for everyone. ”

The studio became extraordinarily quiet, and only the sound of fluctuating strings could be heard, and a calm melody slowly came out......

"Living alone in this city, in order to fill the stomach, we are exhausted, and what ideals are we talking about, that is our sweet dream...... After waking up from the dream, I still do, running around the stormy streets, if I want to cry, I will cry and hide my bloody chest......"

As soon as the voice came out, the audience at the scene suddenly fell silent.

Ideal, what a sensitive topic for young people, every lyric of Han Mo clearly echoed in the studio, plucking everyone's heartstrings.

Meng Si's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he turned around and asked, "This song is called "Ideal"?" He was so relieved that Han Mo was so relieved that he only listened to Han Mo's alternative songs once, but he didn't know how he sang these permutations and combinations, and this song obviously Meng Si hadn't heard of it.

The little assistant listened to the song seriously, was stunned for a moment and quickly nodded and replied, "Yes, Mr. Meng, the title of the song reported is "Ideal". ”

Meng Si didn't speak again, and his eyes fell on Han Mo who was holding the guitar and singing with his heart.

"On the bus, I slept past the station. Along the way, I looked at the neon BJ. My ideal left me ~ in this crowded crowd, and outside the car window was ~ a snowy expanse......"

The camera switches to the audience, and the audience is no longer listening to the song, but carefully reading the story told by Han Mo, the story they are experiencing in their own lives.

I worked hard in Beidu, went out two or three hours early every morning, just to be able not to be late on the crowded road, lived far away from the company, and tried to survive in order to save expensive rent, but I had long forgotten life.

"Another cycle of the four seasons, and I have found nothing~ Sitting on the street, only the ideal is supported, those numb flesh and blood...... Ideal: How old are you this year, you always tempt ~ young friends, you always thank and open, surprise me, and let me sink into a disappointed life......"

There was no discussion, no one whispering, because they were all listening to themselves in the song, and every word was like a mirror, reflecting the listener's life.

The camera swept to the audience, everyone's expressions were recorded on the big screen, but no one cared, they were immersed in their own world, the camera stopped at the scene of a spectator, the big screen just caught his shot, and a tear flowed from the rosy eyes.