Chicago 1990

　　 Face to face, Song Ya didn't want to conceal his inner appreciation, but just controlled it as much as possible and didn't let his gaze appear too fascinating.

Mila and him met their eyes and froze for a while, then leaned back, pulled them farther apart, cleared their throats, and began to play the intro. She simply omitted the part of the piano that was blocked by Song Ya, "Lookinside ..."

　　 After the first measure, she folded her hands, her eyes floated to the ceiling, still that arrogant.

"If you don't sing, you won't sing, and if you don't sing, you won't sing..." Song Ya deliberately learned her tone when she left during the audition that day, "Hahaha..." She stubbornly pushed her shoulder with her hand. Laugh out loud.

　　 "You...huh!"

　　 That beautiful side face turned red in an instant, she turned her head in embarrassment, and started a small temper again.

　　 The ends of her long hair hit Song Ya's face.

　　 really fragrant!

　　 "Mr. Song."

　　 Mrs. Jovovich came in from the door and looked at them helplessly, "Don't tease her, she's still a child..."

　　 "He was the first!" Mira raised her voice, and she was about to make that iconic scream again.

　　 "Milla..." Mrs. Jovovich looked at her harshly.

　　 "As I said, just call me APLUS, Mrs. Jovovich, okay, no kidding." Song Ya stood up and gave the piano to Milla. "The second bar, continue."

　　 Mila obviously has a good foundation, playing the piano quite well, and singing better than the day of the audition. It seems that she has been practicing very hard recently.

　　 "The third bar."

Song Ya listened and paced slowly. This classroom is small and the decoration is very old. There is no podium, only a small blackboard and six desks. It seems that the piano education business here is not good. There was a large travel bag on the desk of which was open. It seemed to contain women’s clothing. Next to it were a box of Lipton tea bags, two glasses and a small cassette tape recorder.

　　 "Go on, don't stop, fourth bar."

　　 After singing a song, "emmmm..." Song Ya groaned while touching her cheek.

I feel that the mother and daughter’s eyes are focused on themselves, "It’s not good, it’s still a long way away." He told the truth, this is a very important song to him. Picking up girls is a side job, and everything must be done to ensure the quality of this song. Under the premise.

　　Mila's eyes flashed, her eyelids drooping.

　　 "Song...APLUS, you have to help us." Mrs. Jovovich was almost begging.

"Of course, I came to show that I really want to help you, I like Mira..." Song Ya observed Mrs. Jovovich's reaction from the corner of his eye, feeling that the other's face became a little ugly, "And this is also Daniel's request. ." The words were rounded up immediately.

　　 "So, Eric..."

　　 He said to Eric who had just entered the door, "Put the cassette you brought."

　　 Mrs. Jovovich took the tape recorder and put it on the piano. Eric performed some operations. In the first round, Song Ya’s most satisfied singer's singing recording began to play.

　　 "Did you hear the difference? Originally, according to my standards, Mira definitely couldn't pass the first round." He gestured to the tape recorder, full of pressure.

　　 Mrs. Jovovich sat down, and Milla lowered her head, silently fiddling with the lace of the skirt corner.

　　 "Hey... don't be discouraged, you guys, I am here! Everything has just begun!"

　　 It seemed a bit too hard, Song Ya quickly cheered them up, "First of all, let's solve the problem of timbre first, Mira." He began to take special training seriously.

　　 "No no, you have to pinch your throat and change your pronunciation..."

　　 "No way, be more careful."

　　 "No way..."

"Or not……"

　　 The clock on the wall slowly moved to twelve.

　　 Song Ya felt that Mira was starting to be impatient, "Let’s take a break, Eric, can I get some coffee back?"

　　 "Let me go." Mrs. Jovovich walked out, "There should be no stores open nearby, only the administrator of this building can provide them."

　　 "Let me help you, Mrs. Jovovich." Eric followed Song Ya's eyes suggestively.

　　 pushed them away, Song Ya leaned close to Mira's ear, "Flower Q..." He blew lightly.

Mila was a little frightened, turned her head to look at him vigilantly, and said word by word: "If you harass me like this, I will call the police. I entered the modeling scene when I was eleven. Don't think I have ever met someone like you. !"

　　 Song Ya looked at her ears that were getting red, and smiled, "What do you think I am doing? Pronunciation, pronunciation! Do you remember how you scolded me that day?"

　　 "FXXXYOU!" Mira yelled at him, mostly to vent her anger.

　　 "No, it's not such a curse, please think about it carefully."

　　 "FXXXYOU! I often curse people like this, I can't remember."

　　 "Still wrong, pinch your throat, remember to pinch your throat, as I taught you before..."

　　 "Flower Q!"

　　 "That's right! It feels right!" Song Ya finally got the words of the apocalypse, comfortable.

　　 "Flower Q!" Mira was excited.

　　 "Don't use so hard, add a little ending, Q~"

　　 "Flower Q~"

　　 "Make your pronunciation lighter."

　　"Flower q~"

　　 "Almost, I want to have the feeling of ignoring and joking."

　　 "Flower q~Flower q~Flower q~……"

　　 "Go on, flower q~"

"flower……"

　　 "Milla!" Mrs. Jovovich returned, and she looked at them embarrassedly.

　　 "Mrs. Jovovich, it's okay. We are practicing the lyrics. This word is very important in the whole song." Song Ya explained to her.

　　 Mila chuckled.

　　 "Hey, do you know? If it weren't for this opportunity, I would never let Mira touch this kind of song..."

　　 Mrs. Jovovich took the dinner plate that Eric was carrying and complained while putting sugar cubes in four cups.

　　 "Really? I heard that Mila will join the group in the second half of the year and make that kind of cool movie." Song Ya stabbed her.

　　 The sugar cube in Mrs. Jovovich's hand fell out of the cup, "No...you misunderstood, returning to Blue Coral Reef is a classic remake, but the main feature is on the beach."

　　 "She also filmed a movie starring Xue Linfen, and many people call that film an **** movie..."

　　 "I...I didn't pay attention when I signed the contract, and those pictures have nothing to do with Mira. Besides, it is an art film. It is normal for art films to have that kind of lens. In European art films..."

"Okay, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Mrs. Jovovich, let's not discuss this topic anymore, okay? Sorry, I was a little angry when you commented on my song just now, I wrote to De Klerk in South Africa This song is to protest against the ongoing apartheid there." The pressure was just right. Song Ya looked at Mrs. Jovovich who was at a loss to explain her righteousness, and then took the initiative to evacuate the battlefield, "Mila, Let's drink something to continue."

　　Mila grimaced at him.

　　 "No!"

　　 "It feels wrong, start over!"

　　 "Forget the meaning of the lyrics, you can try to sing it as an ordinary girl love song."

　　 "There has been progress, but it is still not enough."

"Again!"

　　 The boring practice continued, and the clock came to three in the morning.

　　 "I want to rest." Milla twisted her legs, her voice a little hoarse.

"Ok."

　　Mila got up and walked out. Song Ya glanced at Mrs. Jovovich who was lying on the desk and dozing off, and followed out with light steps.

　　 Outside the bathroom, Song Ya waited in the dark, hearing the sound of flushing, and then Mila's tall figure appeared at the door.

　　 ‘pop’, he made a wall boom and blocked the other person’s way.

　　 "I will call the police." Milla tilted her head and pushed his arm hard.

　　 "Are you afraid?" After spending so long together, Song Ya has already figured out the character of the rebellious girl in front of him.

　　Mira raised her head and looked directly at him, her eyes full of stubbornness.

　　 Every time she frowned, she didn't have a moving and neutral beauty. Song Ya looked at the bright eyes and the mouth-watering red lips in the dark, and approached.

　　 There seemed to be a kind of youthful restlessness heating up around 　　, Mila did not dodge, and the fluctuation of Xiaoping's chest became larger and larger.

　　 Song Ya kissed it.