Chicago 1990

At the age of sixteen, the biggest significance for Song Ya is to be able to drive. The ride has already been selected, the Ford F150 pickup truck with a 7.5-liter V8 engine, a complete oil-swallowing monster.

He didn’t like the car and the brand. The second-hand Ford pickup truck before the house often broke down. But in the CK advertising camp in Mila, Yellowstone Park, he saw the role of this car. The cargo container was loaded with a lot of equipment and the back It is very useful for the small photography team and the small record company to use it to run on location running.

Hayden has been doing car sales in Detroit for a long time. You can get a discount if you make a phone call. The car purchase will be accounted for by A+ records. It will be useful if there is a promotional event in the future.

Taking advantage of noon, the public phone of Song Yana School made an appointment for the driver's license test.

"Hi……"

Putting down the microphone, a female classmate suddenly appeared in front of him, "Happy birthday, great composer."

"Big……"

Since the last time I was called out by AK, the name of APLUS has gradually become no secret in the school. Song Ya shook his head and laughed.

"I am often responsible for organizing club activities. I saw it on the school roster." The girl was a little nervous, her white face was slightly reddish, her hands were on her waist, her fingers kept squeezing each other, "You don't think I am too much. Is it troublesome?"

"No, how do you say?"

Song Ya is 100% sure that the white girl in front of her is interesting to herself. Although this school has black and white students, these white students from good backgrounds generally have a tendency to isolate black classmates, although they will not show it in the face. .The style is also much more conservative than the previous public middle school. It seems that today the other party mustered up a lot of courage and took the initiative to speak.

He looked up and looked around. There was no small group of girls nearby, it seemed that she was secretly acting alone.

"Uh……"

The girl became more nervous, and her body trembled slightly, "I think you might have a birthday party. I heard that people in your music circle will often...organize various parties."

This is not true. Song Ya’s Chinese soul is destined to not be a rice-style body creature. “No, I’ve been too busy lately, and my family lives in a high-rise apartment. If I organize a party, I’ll be complained by neighbors. "

"Oh, that's it." The girl said poorly.

Song Ya looked up and down again at the girl in front of her. She was blond, with a mid-to-top look, and even more beautiful with elaborate makeup. The complexion was white, her legs were long, and her chest was bulging under the thin Nordic sweater... softly. She speaks softly and is easy to be shy. Since she can often participate in club activities, her grades must be very good. Well, a good girl from a typical white middle-class family.

"Or..." He was a little moved.

"Dididi..." At this time, the pager in his pocket rang, and when I picked it up, it was Mira's phone.

"Why?" The girl moved her long hair, her tone a little cheerful.

"Uh, forget it, I'm really busy lately." Song Ya picked up the microphone again and gestured to her.

Watching the girl leave disappointedly, dialed Mira's phone.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Mira's singing sounded over there.

"Thank you."

Mira yelled triumphantly: "Are you surprised!? Is it the only one who remembers your birthday!"

"My dear, they celebrated my birthday last night." Song Yan attacked her with words.

"last night!?"

Mira was silent for a while, then screamed: "Oh my God! I forgot to calculate the time zone!"

"Hahaha!" Song Ya laughed.

"Am I stupid?" Mira was a little lost.

"Nothing..."

The two talked about the recent situation, "The scenery here is beautiful, maybe you can take time to come and see me, I miss you." Mira spoiled, "There are no unpleasant paparazzi here.

"I'll look for a chance." Song Ya remembers that Mila's birthday is in December, and maybe she can surprise her then.

In the afternoon, Song Ya finished squash and walked out of the school rubbing her sore shoulders. The'silencer' was waiting at the door with the slick Chevrolet convertible. Tony, Al and Dile squeezed in the back seat.

"Come on, my dear brother, take you to see the world of adults!" Tony rubbed his hands in excitement.

"Please, I'm only sixteen years old." Song Ya reluctantly sat in the front seat.

"You don't seem to have to be twenty years old!" Dile's words drew the other three people who laughed strangely and madly.

"Did you grow taller again?" Tony reached out and touched his hair. "I feel you are taller and stronger. Are you a meter eight?"

"One meter eight two."

Song Ya avoided his hand, "I was practicing squash recently."

"Squash!? Hahahaha!" Several people laughed together inexplicably.

Song Ya rolled his eyes.

The'silencer' started the car and drove straight towards Nancheng.

"You are so free? Don't you want to go to your home country with Little Lori and Old Qiao?" Song Ya took the opportunity to ask.

"I'll leave in two days." Tony replied, "I heard that the second-hand store will be authorized to sing by singers over there. There are Japanese or Chinese versions."

"Really?" Song Ya didn't expect this. "Wouldn't it be better to just listen to your version?"

"Asian people still like to listen to songs in their own language." Dile explained to him, "SBK belongs to EMI, and EMI has a lot of energy in Asia."

The'silencer' parked the car outside a strip bar.

"OMG!"

Song Ya guessed what they wanted to do, her head started to hurt, and she didn't want to get up in her seat, "again, I'm only sixteen years old, and it takes at least 21 to get in here!"

"Don't pretend."

Tony dragged him out of the car forcibly, and several people hugged and walked to the door of the bar.

A strong black doorman and Tony touched their fists. "Didn't Little Lori come?"

"Today is my brother's special session!"

Tony took the lead and walked into the bar, "I'm pleased for this round of drinks!" He screamed when he entered the door.

At five or six o'clock, there were not many people in the bar. Most of the guests were a little old man. Hearing his words, he happily raised the glass in his hand and thanked Tony.

"Money, money..." Tony urged to the'silencer' again.

The'silencer' took a large handful of denominations from his arms.

Tony walked to the small stage in the center of the bar and raised his hand at the girl who was leaning on the steel pipe like a sloth, and the banknotes scattered all over the sky.

The white girl with heavy makeup cast a wink at him, took off her coat and began to perform hard. The old men changed their seats and rushed to the bar in front of her.

"This is my brother!"

Tony put Song Ya around and introduced to the guests loudly, "Have you heard of APLUS? This kid wrote the second-hand store!"

The old men's reaction was dull, but the waitresses in the bar had their eyes brightened.

"Come with me." Tony was familiar with the road and pulled Song Ya into the innermost shadow, sitting on a sofa by himself.

A waitress with a Mexican face brought several girls, all black and white tall, short, fat and thin.

"Give him the best!" Tony pointed to a white girl in Song Ya, "He likes white, I know." Then he slapped his face proudly, "Wine! Wine! Where is the wine!?"

The girl walked up to Song Ya, and sat down on his lap, and her face was stunned, "Boy, haven't you been here?"

"He's a chick! Hahaha!" Tony cried strangely, "Give him the best service!" He took out some more money and stuffed the girls' chests.

Song Ya was so suffocated that she was a little out of breath, and she shrank back.

Early the next morning, Song Ya woke up and looked around. Tony, Silencer, Al, and Dile were still asleep, and there were countless empty wine bottles of various brands on the table in front of them.

He rubbed his temples to relieve the headache after a hangover, and checked the zippers of his pants again. Fortunately, it was not ridiculous to hold back the disease. It would be over for a lifetime to be infected by a woman in this place.

"Mr."

A waiter handed the bill.

Song Ya looked at the number of one thousand and three, took a breath, looked at Tony who was still screaming, and had to take out the checkbook, "Are you accepting the check?"

"Yes, sir, but you can't leave right away, we have to test it." The waiter replied politely.

"Okay." Song Ya signed the check and handed it to the other party. "Does Tony come often?"

"Yes, sir, but it is all paid by Mr. Lowry. Mr. Lowry is very generous and spends about two thousand a time."