Almighty Star Daddy

The cross-dressing party ended in a lively atmosphere and laughter to Xiaohu, because Xuanxuan became the most successful child in cross-dressing, and received the prize prepared by Teacher Ding Rou, a lovely pink fairy stick, which is very helpful for Xiaohu. For guys, it is the best reward, and the children are very envious, and Xuan Xuan also generously passed it on to everyone.

It was very late after the activity ended. After going home, it was time to take off, wash, and go to bed. The children were too excited to play before going to bed, which would affect their sleep. This feature was fully reflected in the little guy. Han Mo coaxed him for a long time. It was about 9:30 in the evening when the child was put to sleep after telling stories and singing again.

Han Mo closed the door lightly and sat in front of the computer. Preparations for the movie "Dream Travel" had already started. The animation team specially invited by Meng Si had communicated with Han Mo several times, except for the character settings and the main scenes. In addition to the animation display diagrams that have been produced based on hand-painting, the system is produced according to the actual content of the story.

The communication between Han Mo and the team leader did not end until late at night.

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The air in the northern capital of this world is much better than that of Han Mo's original world. The blue sky and white clouds are not disturbed by any smog, the fresh air, the warm sunshine, the leaves outside the window swaying with the slight warm wind in the midsummer, and the indoor... ...

"Xuanxuan get up quickly, I'm going to be late." Han Mo had come in and called the little guy three times during the steaming of the buns, but all of them ended in failure. This time, Han Mo made a big move, lifted the little guy's quilt, and helped Xuan Xuan's small body into a sitting position.

"Sit down and wake up first. Dad goes to see if breakfast is alright." Han Mo sat for a while while supporting Xuanxuan. Seeing that her eyes were closed, she was already seated, and she turned around to go to the kitchen. Take a step.

flutter~

A muffled sound.

When Han Mo looked back, the little guy lay down again, his mouth was slightly open, with a sweet smile on his face, his whole body slept in a big font, and he had no intention of waking up. The one who just sat up seemed not to be her at all. of.

The steamed buns in the kitchen were already steaming and steaming. Han Mo hesitated for a while, then shook his head helplessly and walked out of the bedroom.

After another ten minutes, after finishing everything in the kitchen, Han Mo returned to the small bedroom again.

The sleeping position was stable and unchanged, and it seemed that he slept more soundly. His two small arms stretched out comfortably and fell asleep.

"Xuanxuan is going to be late."

The little man on the bed didn't move.

"Xuanxuan, if you are late, Teacher Ding will criticize you."

Still not moving.

"Can't you get up? Then Dad should have breakfast alone. Oh, it's a delicious bun."

The little guy who was still sleeping turned over, his eyes narrowed slightly, he was half-awake as if he was talking in a dream, and whispered, "What stuffing?"

Han Mo knew that the child just didn't want to get up. When he sat up just now, he woke up and just stayed in bed. He snickered in his heart, and said flatly, "Beef carrots."

The scene was so similar, Han Mo didn't say a word, a little man with pink toot jumped out of bed by himself and walked out of the bedroom.

The time in the morning is very precious. I always feel that time passes quickly. Han Mo wakes up early and feels that time is tight, so he completed a series of things that should be done in the morning and sent the little guy to school.

The nerves were tense all morning, and when he was stuck, he sent the little guy to the kindergarten, and when he came out of the gate, Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He is going to participate in an event with Meng Si today. This is the first time that Han Mo has participated in an event as a singer besides "looking for a good voice". Meng Si attaches great importance to it, but Han Mo is very calm.

Suddenly the phone rang, and there was a person who was both familiar and unfamiliar with Han Mo, Mom.

The original owner's memory of his parents revolved rapidly in Han Mo's mind.

In fact, the original owner's love of music has a lot to do with his parents.

His father, Han Jun, is a professor at the Sunan Conservatory of Music, and is good at piano. His mother, Chen Yuehong, is a professor at the same school, teaching folk dance. When he was just able to sit firmly, he was already influenced by the piano in his father's arms, and his mother's flexibility and coordination in dancing were all inherited from him, so the original owner was so talented in music.

It's just that his parents hope that one day, he can inherit their mantle and become a teacher, whether it is piano or other musical instruments or even dance, but he is unwilling to live an ordinary life, dreaming of a star, secretly bringing Shu Ya with him. Went to Beidu and started a six-year life in Beidri.

In the first two years, his mother often called him, hoping that he could go back, but every time he had a big fight and hung up the phone. Later, he didn't answer his mother's call at all. After calling too much, the nagging content was repeated, and he simply pulled it to the blacklist. Han Mo removed the phone number of the original owner's parents from the blacklist when cleaning up the address book some time ago, so this call can only come in.

In the original owner's memory, this is the first time in four years that the word "mother" has danced on the screen. He has always held the illusion that he will never return to Sunan until he becomes famous, and he will never bow his head to his parents.

These are all stored in the memory of the original owner, and if it weren't for the phone call today, it would certainly not have been touched.

The ringing continued, Han Mo picked up the phone and connected the call.

I don't know if it was because I had been thinking about the ringing for a long time, but there was no sound from the other end of the receiver. Han Mo said softly, "Hello?"

As soon as the voice fell, a woman's excited voice suddenly came out of the receiver, "Get through, get through, the phone is through."

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, guessing that there may be another person on the phone, and this sentence should be said to that person, or it may be the father of the original owner.

Han Mo didn't hear the other side respond to her, but soon her voice sounded in the receiver again, very gentle and soft, "Little Mo."

Like every mother, although it is just an ordinary call that can’t be more ordinary, it contains too many emotions. There is no news for four years, and I don’t know how to express my thoughts for four years. Sleeping pills can stop thinking and fall asleep for a short time, only Chen Yuehong knows how to come over these four years.

In the beginning, the hatred for his son was not steel, quarrels, and later he became soft and prayed for him to come back. There are toughness as a mother and helplessness as a mother, and these have nothing to do with status, occupation and income, just because she is the son's mother. , she is a proud and helpless mother.

Han Mo slowed down, his lips parted slightly, and he called out softly, "Mom."

Han Mo just said what he felt should be called, but the receiver was quiet again, and there was a faint sound of sobbing.

After a while, a voice that tried his best to suppress his emotions and choked up came out, "Well, your dad and I watched the show you participated in. You sang really well, and you played the guitar so well. The lyrics are written in Not bad, your dad said that his writing skills are like his."

Han Mo smiled, whether it was because he was comforted by the support of his parents because of the original owner, or because he felt warmth from his parents at the moment, in short, he couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart.