Chicago 1990

When Song Ya saw the news about sister Mariah Carey showing her singing voice, she had a good impression of her, but she didn't expect to be able to cheat her.

The experience of Mariah Carey reminded him that unreliable relatives were too lethal, especially for blacks.

Fortunately, I don't know that because of the halo of the traverser or pure luck, his family members are quite reliable. Tony caused trouble and caused trouble. At any rate, he was not subjectively pitting himself, let alone colluding with the media to make his own rumors.

He thought about it secretly, and the only hidden danger at the moment might be his cousin-in-law Tyron.

Back at home in Hyde Park, "Aunt Susie, didn't Connie say that Liam would recognize me as the godfather? When will the ceremony be held?"

Connie gave birth to a little boy not long ago, named Liam.

"Anytime."

Aunt Susie replied casually. She was watching a newly-broadcast dog-blood show Morrie reality show. Her head was covered by a newly bought perm ball cover. Song Ya’s newly hired Hispanic maid sat beside her and helped carefully. Painted nails.

"Then as soon as possible, I will be free these few days." Song Ya said.

"Ok."

Aunt Susie looked intently, and snorted at the phone.

The maid picked up the microphone and passed it to her hand.

"This man is really scumbag." Aunt Susie expressed her opinion.

"Lady, it's not good either." The maid said in bad English.

"Yeah, it's also Bitch."

She dialed slowly, "Connie, Alex said he's free these days..."

After setting a good time with Connie, she called Pastor William again, and deliberately squeezed the voice of a girl, "William~ Guess who I am?"

"..." Song Ya did not speak.

"I want to hold a ceremony for Connie's child in two days. Yes, aplus will be the godfather of her child..."

Hanging up, he called Tony again."Where are you? m-fxxk went to New York again?"

Everything was done, Song Ya also picked a gift for Liam. Two days later, Tony rushed back from New York. The family dressed in formal clothes and drove to the church in South City.

"The silencer may go to jail... a year," Tony said faintly as he drove the car.

Song Ya ignored him. The Silencer was a very good person, but not to mention that he couldn't help in New York, even in Chicago.

"Isn't he just beating people? Is going to go to jail for a year?" Connie, who was holding Liam in the back seat, answered. Little Liam and Ferredy have blue eyes. I wonder if it’s because of the family. Genetically, Connie and Tyron are both black anyway.

"Yeah, the kid who was beaten refused to withdraw, and the reporter filmed the whole process again." Tony said, "It's not over yet."

"Little Lori won't let him go?" Connie asked.

"Connie..." Tyron, who was sitting next to her, hinted that he shut up.

"Who knows, that kid has some forces in Harlem, and the picture of being beaten up is on the news. Even if Little Lori let him go, he might not let Little Lori let go," Tony said.

"So others are not small characters?" Connie continued to ask.

"Ok……"

Tony briefly talked about things. After all, Little Lori is a popular rapper, has a GD background, and is generous. Apart from not interacting with rakim and nas people in Queens, he moved to the Upper West Side. Gradually I became familiar with the music scene in New York.When I went to a nearby party that day, when I heard an Uptown Records trainee was nicknamed "Bag Father", he laughed at him.

As an intern, this kind of position is usually paid for the singers and attendants. They all think that it is okay to ridicule. How can I know that the other party dare to turn their faces on the spot and talk about it? What kind of temper is Little Lori? Just let the silencer drag him out. After a violent beating, I did not expect to be photographed clearly by reporters passing by.

Later, I learned that the intern named Bragging Dad mixed up unusually in Harlem. While insisting on suing the silencer, he tried to use gangs to avenge Lori.

There is no middleman for Song Adam this time, and Pablo is busy wiping the matter in New York.

"We are not afraid of revenge or something. Uptown Records also fired the bragging dad. Now Atlantic Records is very dissatisfied with Little Lori, the time we played NAS, and the time we were arrested for a fight in Chicago. Last time, Atlantic Records announced that it would transfer Little Lowry to a small label under its umbrella. Steven was unwilling to help..."

Tony looked at Song Ya with his eyes while talking.

"It's all made." Song Ya said, turning to look out the window.

"Oh!" Tony sighed, and didn't mention it again.

A group of people arrived outside the church in a few cars, "Suzy..." Pastor William was already waiting at the door neatly. After teasing with Aunt Susie, he hugged Song Ya again, "aplus, welcome you over."

"Hello, Pastor William."

Song Ya followed him into the church with everyone.

As a traveling Chinese, it’s impossible to believe in religion. Just treat it as a social event. Today, Hayden and Song Asheng came with their families. Dile and Al also led their new girlfriends, and Goode. Man, Andrew, Henry, Marvota, Big A, Fergie...Anyway, everyone came, and a group of people entered the church mightily, but the first few rows were full.

"William, your place is getting more and more broken." Aunt Susie touched off the painted bench.

Song Ya smiled, "The check is with Song Asheng, and I will let him donate it to Pastor William later."

"The Lord will thank you, aplus." Pastor William was very happy.

After the tedious religious ceremonies were finished, one afternoon passed.

Everyone yawned and walked out the door of the church. "Tyron, how's your business going?" Song Ya didn't forget his true purpose. He mainly wanted to try his character again.

"general."

Tai Lun pouted, "The law and order in Nancheng is not good, everyone is getting more and more alert, and the plumber wants to enter other people's homes."

"Do you want me..."

"No, you have already given us many valuable gifts."

It seems that Tyron is really honest, "I hope that law and order will improve, so that business will get better. I saw that you endorsed the Flock State Attorney last time, and I am going to vote for him as well. You are smarter than us, and the person you support should not be wrong. I hope he can reverse the situation."

Song Ya was a little embarrassed.

"Susie?" At this time a white tramp came over, "Susie? And Connie, is this little Freddie? It's all this big..." He looked excitedly at Aunt Susie's arms. Little Freddie.

"Uh..." Let's go, Connie pulled Tyron into the car, "Tony, Alex..."

Song Ya was about to follow, but he didn't expect to be stopped by the tramp, "You are Alex, right? Haha, Alex, we met before, remember? I'm Frank!"

Song Ya was stunned by the smell of alcohol all over his body, "You are..." He looked at the other party's wrinkled face, sighing scum, and the blond hair seemed to have not been washed or trimmed for a long time, and it clung into a mess. The strands were almost draped over her shoulders, and the clothes and pants on her body were dirty and smelly.This kind of drunkard does not have to worry about being robbed even if he is shopping in the Negro area of ​​South City.

"Frank, Frank Gallagher." The tramp pointed to himself, looking at him expectantly.

Ok?Also with blue eyes, Song Ya desperately searched the memory of the original owner of this body, and finally remembered. This guy in front of him seems to be the biological father of little Freddie, and he has had a good time with Aunt Susie.

"M-fxxk no one knows you here, go away, Frank, don't think I don't know why you found this!"

Aunt Susie hurriedly pulled Song Ya's arm into the car, "Just ignore that drunkard."

"Hey, I just want to spend more time with Freddie..."

This guy even wanted to get in the car. Al came over and pushed him away, surrounded him with the big ones, "Go!" Big a pinched his fists and gestured in front of him a few times. He was very courageous. Xiao, immediately scared to run more than ten meters away, then stood there and watched everyone start the car to leave.

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