Tian Yadong's face was stern, Meng Si gloating on the sidelines, he knew that Han Mo was behind, and the artists he was optimistic about were extraordinary.
Meng Si also looked back at the boy's finger in the opposite direction.
The eyes of everyone stayed on the empty wall for a while, then turned back to the direction of the stage.
Wang Zirong explained, "It was clearly there just now. Where is the brother?"
Meng Si was also taken aback. Others didn't know that he knew that Han Mo was brought over by him. Why did he disappear at the time of a song.
No one knew that Han Mo had left the auditorium when the three boys finished singing the last lyrics. The boys were too focused on stage to notice. He saw that the three boys had performed the song "Love" perfectly, and he was happy for them. As for whether anyone knew he taught it, it didn't matter at all.
Hammo sent a message to Meng Si, telling Meng Si that he was waiting for him in his office.
Just as he sat down on the sofa in the office, the sound of Meng Si's hurried footsteps spread through the air into the house.
"Why did your kid leave without saying a word? I still want to take the opportunity to slap the old man Tian Yadong in the face, so that he knows that Tian Yadong is not a celebrity, and it is at best a personal name in our Sichen Media." Si with his hands on his hips, his body swayed with the ups and downs of his tone.
Han Mo sat silently, watching his performance quietly.
"But you really impressed me. The three little things have changed a lot after you have been trained for less than an hour. Not only did they teach them to sing and dance, but they also helped them define their image, sunshineboys, even the name of the group. I helped the company get them for them. It’s okay, you. Oh, how about my vision is unique~" At the end, Meng Si's index fingers of both hands drew an arc in the air and put on a pose. .
Han Mo did not answer, but he wondered how Meng Si knew that he did it. The vivid description seemed to have seen it with his own eyes, but Han Mo didn't think much.
It’s always easy to get tired from acting alone. Han Mo didn’t cooperate with Meng Si at all. He didn’t even interact with his eyes and expressions. Meng Si said that he was dry, and he sat down on the sofa opposite Han Mo.
Meng Si suddenly changed his painting style and asked with a serious face, "How is the preparation of the song, are you confident?" At first, Meng Si just thought that Han Mo might have written "Those Flowers" and "Dad Go "Where" these two songs, Meng Sicai discovered that he still underestimated Han Mo after watching him instruct three young people. How could this kid know how to write songs?
From the inside to the outside, Han Mo can do it all by himself. At first, Meng Sisheng pulled Tian Yadong forcibly, pulling down his noble face and begging Tian to help Han Mo in song selection and stage performance. After all, he is a newcomer, in many places. I don't quite understand, this is the first kick of his debut. It must be kicked and kicked in place, but I didn't expect that this kid does not need other people's guidance at all. Tian Yadong can completely stand aside.
Meng Si looked at Han Mo with expectant eyes, hoping to get an affirmative answer.
Han Mo faintly said two words, "It's okay."
Meng Si originally thought that Han Mo would confidently say that there was no problem, so he squeezed out these two words. The coffee he picked up was not drunk and put it on the table again. The arrogance just now was completely extinguished by Han Mo's answer, and he was impatient. Said, "Is it just okay? A total of ten games, prepared according to the most number of games, ten main shots plus two alternatives, how many songs have you prepared?" Meng Si felt a little regretful for kicking Tian Yadong aside so early. , You should ask Han Mo about his preparations before kicking, hating himself for not suppressing the fire at the time.
Han Mo didn't answer right away, so he thought about it.
This one-second pause was too difficult for Meng Si. He panicked and picked up the coffee again, taking a sip, after which he still looked at Han Mo.
"Twelve Songs." Han Mo's tone was still flat.
Meng Si almost didn’t spit out this sip of coffee.
He coughed twice, pointing to Han Mo, crying and laughing, and said, "You are all ready, I asked how you prepared, why are you okay with your answer?"
Han Mo looked indifferent. Meng Si looked at Han Mo and suddenly felt as if his brain was not working well.
Meng Si coughed twice, "Let’s record a sample of the first song to be sung, and deduct the details. The first one is very important."
Han Mo nodded, Meng Si is very professional, and Han Mo believes him.
It was a demo of only one song, but the song prepared by Han Mo surprised Meng Si too much. He had to sing all the twelve songs that he had prepared before letting him go.
Han Mo left the building of Sichen Media, it was already 7 or 8 in the evening.
The night was pleasant, warm and windy, and against the hazy moonlight, Han Mo returned to his rented home alone.
The little guy is not at home, Han Mo feels that the house is much deserted, and suddenly missed Xuan Xuan's cute little figure. Han Mo picked up his mobile phone and dialed Shu Ya's phone.
The phone rang on the sofa, and the little guy wandered in the living room wearing a little rabbit-eared bathrobe after taking a shower. He heard the ringtone and ran to the phone as soon as she and her father agreed on the phone time.
Shu Ya also heard the ringtone, and He Xuan Xuan walked to the phone almost at the same time. The little guy was small, and ran to the sofa to pick up her mother's phone. Shu Ya held out her hand and took it empty. She hadn't seen the call. When the name was displayed, the phone was taken away by the little guy. Shu Ya deliberately pouted and said, "Xuan Xuan, this is my mother's phone number."
"It's my dad's call." The little guy's small hand held the phone tightly, and then continued triumphantly, "However, if mom misses dad, Xuan Xuan can let her talk first." Xuan Xuan raised the phone. The face is full of joy.
Shu Ya took two steps to Xuanxuan, instead of answering the phone, she squeezed the little guy’s face and whispered, "Hurry up and answer the phone." After that, she walked away and left Xuanxuan. During the private chat, Xuan Xuan’s voice is actually very loud every time she can hear her no matter where she is.
The call has been connected for a long time, and no one answered the call. Han Mo was surprised when suddenly the little guy’s soft voice came through the microphone.
"Dad, daddy, have you finished writing the story you told last time?" The little guy's face pressed tightly to the phone.
Don’t look at it, Han Mo can feel the excitement of the little guy, “I have already written it, but the publication and printing are not so fast. It may take two days to send it to you.”
"Wow, Dad is great." Xuan Xuan is very happy. Dad has told her the story of Little Red Riding Hood, and also told him the truth. Although I haven't seen the hand-painted version drawn by Dad yet, the little guy is still very good. Proud, because she is the first to know the content of the story among all the children.
The little guy always talks a lot in front of his father, and Han Mo can only laugh uncontrollably in front of Xuan Xuan. The two talked for a long time before they reluctantly hung up the phone.