Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo suddenly took Mai from the microphone stand. He had never done this before. In his previous singing, Han Mo felt low-key and calm. Even rock and roll stood in front of Li Mai. There is very little physical movement.

When the    chorus sounded, Han Mo pulled out the microphone, walked two steps to the side of the stage, stood still, and suddenly spoke with great power.

   "Does it have to be exaggerated? Don't be the right and wrong and the true and the false, and the ostentatious packaging compares the worth, whoever speaks the truth, who speaks the truth..."

   "As long as the screen is surprising enough, as long as the content is explosive enough, with a smallpox open in one mouth, laughing and cursing, you can only secretly tell the truth in front of the mirror at night..."

  The tone of the last sentence gradually weakened, and Han Mo’s penetrating voice was freely retractable, dragging a soft ending, and the singing voice was again transmitted to all corners of the studio through the microphone.

The voice has always been in a high-pitched range, and the atmosphere of the scene has been fully mobilized. At this moment, Han Mo is not singing, but singing himself, singing all the bright and beautiful stars. In the environment of mixed truth and falsehood, everyone compares The pomp, the packaging and the value are glamorous on the surface, but in fact, with a deceptive mask, one person can only speak the truth at night.

  The lyrics express a kind of phenomenon, a kind of atmosphere, but also a kind of helplessness.

  Han Mo sang each of these artists personally experienced them, and the more popular they became, the deeper their feelings, but no one thought to say these things, let alone write them in the song like Han Mo.

  Zhai Xu tightened his eyebrows, holding the signature pen tightly in his hand.

  Shuya is a little excited, try to control yourself not to lose control like other fans and shout.

  Lei Jia has been in the entertainment industry all his life, and he was silent at this time.

"You like me, don't like me, it's your freedom. I just hope that at some point, I will catch your ears~ I sang the first note for my music dream. I have never given up since then, subjective and objective obstructions. Too much, good or bad, you have to bear it yourself."

   "So I want to sing and let my emotions be released in the singing. Although there are many choices, there are a few good songs. What can I give people to move people..."

  "Looking for a good voice" is a program created by Apple Satellite TV with a lot of money. It has now developed into the third season and has been attracting attention. Today, watching the live broadcast in front of the TV is not only the audience, but also many stars in the entertainment industry.

As soon as   Han Mo's song came out, the micro guest exploded, and celebrities called for Han Mo.

   Zhao Yuan, who has just starred in the female lead of "The Lone Traveler", said in a micro guest, "If I can exercise my rights as a public judge, I will definitely vote for Han Mo."

  The actor Zhou Ziquan Aite Han Mo, accompanied by a photo of Han Mo singing on stage, "Thank you for the "Blame", sing our helplessness."

After the appearance of the two big Vs, netizens rushed forward, posting various messages, and other celebrities also liked and reposted the words of the actor. Everyone said that Han Mo’s "Fantastic" sang the brilliance before them, and the ones behind. Lonely.

"Biggar" expresses not only the entertainment industry, but also in all walks of life. No matter what they are doing, people will always see the top and most brilliant people. However, most of the other groups at the bottom are struggling to survive. People ask for it, but the top one must be happy? In fact, it may not be.

When Han Mo sang this song, the true and false voice was changed very well. The vocal range was always high and loud. It was slightly different from his previous singing method. This time, Han Mo used some techniques. The song is nearing the end, and the scene lighting matches the audience. Han Mo's singing, shouting.

"Does it have to be exaggerated? I have struggled in my heart. When a person is working hard, does anyone see it? Does anyone know? When I sing, my thoughts melt, and my voice becomes hoarse. It's crazy, if you can't sway it. What's it, the singing player..."

   "Looking at me is shining for you, it doesn't suit your appetite, please accept it, I will spark you in the next moment, ah..."

Struggling whether you need to exaggerate, silent efforts are not seen or recognized by others, singing until your thoughts melt, your voice is hoarse, singing is my destiny, I only have to keep going, so be it, no matter what Other people's opinions say that I am insane or crazy, I must sing to the end, this is my path, the path I choose myself, if I don't sway it incisively and vividly, I will be a singing player.

  On my singing road, I am emitting a dazzling light. It doesn’t matter whether it suits your appetite or not. This is my stage, this is my song, and I will have the brightest brilliance in the next moment.

Han Mo's songs seem to be shaping a person who is struggling but helpless. He sees through the various forms of reality, but in the end he still maintains a full heart. He is a spiritual noble son. This is himself, a man with a soul. Singer.

  With the last roar that pierced the sky, the perfect image in the singer's heart has been fully revealed in the music. Don't exaggerate, don't struggle, do what you want to do, sing what you want to sing, and become what you want to be.

  Han Mo’s high pitch continued, and the audience stood up. The staff who had been in charge of maintaining order were also attracted by the singing and could not bother to let the audience sit down.

  Everyone clapped their hands vigorously for a while.

  Lei Jia stood up.

  Shu Ya stood up.

  Zhai Xu couldn't help standing up too.

  It was like shouting out his last breath, Han Mo felt relieved, relieved from the singing, and guided the direction with his singing. He is not a little person pretending to be ostentatious, but a spiritually rich singer.

  The two versions of "Flamesus" express the opposite aura. The Cantonese version is about inner struggles, pains, and complaints. It is only superficially exaggerated but it is the inner monologue of a small person. However, the mandarin version is written not to be exaggerated, it is passionate, free and easy, letting go, and relieved. So Han Mo prefers this version.

  The sound penetrates the air and gradually disappears, as if staying in the clouds, as if piercing the earth.

  Han Mo stood on the stage, and the applause could not be calm for a long time. Han Mo's song touched their hearts again, exaggeration can express all walks of life, and everyone plays a different role in their own circle.

  Meng Si put his hands around his chest, curled his lips and said with a smile, “This kid always surprises people. It’s just to worry about being nervous for him.”

The words fell, and Xiao Pang who was standing behind did not answer. If Pang Xie had already jumped forward, today because he was afraid that Meng Si would still give him a kick in the back like last time, so he has been Did not dare to go forward.

  Meng Si turned his head strangely, and glanced behind him.

Xiao Pang was still clapping his hands vigorously. The slaps made a straight sound. He didn't even hear what Meng Si said. Han Mo's song was too shocking, and today's singing was completely different from before. Pang Xie was shocked and began to suppress himself. In the end, his emotions finally broke out.

  Han Mo had already bowed and was about to walk down the stage. Pang Xie's applause continued, watching Han Mo's figure clapping his hands vigorously.

  Meng Si stepped back two steps, raised his leg sideways, and gave Pang Xie a kick, “Don’t shoot, everyone is down.”

  At this time, Pang Xie reacted and rushed in the direction of Han Mo, shouting excitedly, "Brother Han, Brother Han."

  Meng Si looked at Xiao Pang's back and shook his head helplessly.

   In front of the TV, Xuan Xuan is watching her father's performance with her grandparents. She doesn't understand the lyrics or singing skills, but she knows that father is the best. Everyone applauds him, and father is the most amazing.

  Han Jun pursed his lips and smiled, "Huh, it's like that, kind of like me back then."

  Chen Yuehong rolled her eyes, “Don’t put gold on your face, my son is much more handsome than you.”

   "How can I talk, I was also very handsome when I was young." Han Jun said unconvinced.

  Xuan Xuan jumped and jumped in front of the TV, yelling, "Dad, daddy, this is my daddy."