Two boys of different ages, separated by the long river of time, have exactly the same expression at this moment!

It's like a mold carved out!

No, they're the same person!

Only then did Han Lan notice that in this fragmented memory in his mind, he did not sing nursery rhymes with the host! It's just that he has always taken it for granted that children should be coaxed by the host to sing nursery rhymes together, and children should only sing nursery rhymes.

In the video, the host was a little embarrassed by Han Lan, who was only eight years old, and it was at this time that a piano sounded in the background.

The melody is a bit old, but it was definitely pop music in those days!

At this time, the curtain opened, and He Xiaolan sitting in front of the piano appeared!

"Under the bridge in front of the door, swim past a flock of ducks, come and count them, two, four, six, seven, eight, ......"

The same lyrics, different melodies, and a children's song just made her sing the feeling of pop music!

"Oh-"

The audience resounded with cheers and applause.

He Xiaolan was definitely a diva-level singer at that time! Her presence was shocking enough!

The children may not feel it, but many of the judges and their parents are her fans!

I don't know if this paragraph is really an accident, or if the program team deliberately arranged it, but it seems that the variety show effect is not bad at present.

"This is the first time you participated in a singing competition when you were eight years old, and your mother personally went on stage to cheer you on in order to build momentum for you." Han Yiping explained on the side.

A children's singing competition, is it okay to come out of nowhere and help out?

Looking at the excited appearance of the host and judges in the video, Han Lan didn't even need to look at the later competitions to guess who the champion was.

It's too much!

It's so enviable!

In the video, He Xiaolan slapped her son with a smile, said come on, and then followed the host to leave the stage and return the stage to him.

The little kid began to sing and dance on stage to the music:

"Come on go go go look at my sweet dreams

My sweat proves that I'm acting for it

When you persuade me to give up, I don't listen, but of course I want to continue

Because of perseverance, dreams will not pass with time

……”

"It's actually RAP?" Han Lan, who was sitting in front of the computer, was as surprised as the judges and the audience in the video.

Twelve years ago, rap (rap) was already popular among young people, but Han Lan was only eight years old at that time!

An eight-year-old kid sang RAP?

Don't really say it, the milk voice is milky, handsome and cute.

Of course, it's not all RAP, the style of the whole song should be R&B, rap plus Future Bass.

The song has reached its climax:

"Slowly open up, slowly open up

Looking up at the starry sky, if you work hard, you are not afraid of loneliness

Open your heart, open your heart

I'll be able to catch up when the opportunity comes

Smile, even if you keep failing

Stand up, start over, push the fragile away

Faith is in the mind, don't leave the soul blank

In the present, in the future, I applaud you

……”

……

"Awesome, right?" Han Yiping looked at Han Lan with a little smugness, "You relied on this song back then, coupled with your mother's support, you achieved very good results when you first debuted, and you also gained a large number of fans." I guess there are still some people in your fan base who have liked you since then. ”

Yes, almost all children are singing nursery rhymes and selling cuteness, only he is singing RAP and trying to be handsome, can he not attract fans?

Coupled with the aura of the second generation of stars and the rich second generation, the road ahead is simply not too smooth.

In fact, it is true, since his debut at the age of eight, his popularity has increased year by year, and when he was sixteen years old, a car accident took everything, including his mother who showed him the way.

Han Lan couldn't help but look down at the photo album in his hand again, his memory was still very vague, but he already felt a little empathy.

"Dad, the day after tomorrow is my mother's death day, right?"

"Hmm."

"Record a song for me, and let the people from the company help catch up and see if we can send it out that day."

"Huh?" Han Yiping was slightly stunned, but still nodded.

……

……

"August 18th, my stinky brother's birthday. Six years ago today, his mother He Xiaolan drove to pick him up from school, and there was a car accident on the way back, and his birthday has since become his mother's death day. It was also in that car accident that the stinky brother turned into a vegetative state and fell into a coma. ”

Fang Kexin pursed her mouth and held Jiang Xiaomin's arm: "Stinky brother is so pitiful." ”

"Now, I don't dare to give him a ...... on his birthday"

"Alas, other people's idols are happy and lively on their birthdays, why don't we ......"

Everyone chose to be silent, and the Black Legend also deliberately explained. Don't look at the usual sand sculptures, but they are still very sensible at critical times and don't stand up and mess around.

And at this time, Han Lan updated the scarf.

"Listen to your mother, friends."

A link to the music is attached to the back.

"Listen to Mom"? Stinky brother has a new song? ”

The second girl clicked on the link with some surprise, and a rhythmic piano melody sounded.

"Kids, do you have a lot of question marks?

Why, someone else is reading comics there

I was learning to draw and talking to the piano

……”

Unlike the current RAP on the market, which spits fragrant at every turn, this RAP is more like a slow talk.

Obviously, there is not much electronic music blessing, but it is inexplicably with feeling.

And the climax part in the back is even more ear-catching, and the melody is hard to forget after listening to it once.

"Listen to your mother and don't let her get hurt

I want to grow up quickly to protect her

Beautiful white hair, sprouting in happiness

Angelic magic, warmth and kindness

……”

The style of the whole song is very warm, sincere and moving, not pretentious, especially on such days, which makes fans feel inexplicably sour.

"Beautiful white hair? Where can I wait for beautiful gray hair? Woo woo woo ......" Fang Kexin couldn't help but hug Jiang Xiaomin and cry bitterly.

Jiang Xiaomin also cried profusely.

These two girls are very emotional, and they automatically make up for He Xiaolan who is still alive in Han Lan's heart, accompanying him to grow old slowly.

Of course, this is also because they don't know that this song was actually written by a fat man who loves milk tea in another world to his mother, and the mother is still healthy and does have beautiful white hair.

At this time, Han Lan's scarf also exploded, and a group of people ran over to leave a message: "Happy birthday!" ”

There is nothing to cover the 100-story building, and the LED billboard is played in turn; There is no satellite to send blessings to the sky; Just a simple blessing and that's it.

"Thank you."

Looking at the comments and messages under the scarf, Han Lan smiled lightly, and the vague restlessness in her heart during this time gradually subsided.