Chicago 1990

　　 Sixteen years old, the biggest significance for Song Ya is to be able to drive. The ride has already been selected. Ford F150 pickup, 7.5-liter V8 engine, is 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 container was equipped 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 go to the A+ record account. If there are future promotional activities, it will be useful.

　　 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 broken by AK, the name of APLUS has gradually become no secret in the school. Song Ya shook his head and laughed, "I'm over, how do you know my birthday today?"

"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 won't dislike me 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 raised his head 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, her body trembling 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 have been too busy lately, and my family lives in a high-rise apartment. If I organize a party, my neighbors will complain. "

　　 "Oh, this way." The girl had a poor word.

Song Ya looked up and down again at the girl in front of her. She was blond, with a mid-to-upper look, and even more beautiful with elaborate makeup. She had a white complexion and long legs. The thin Nordic sweater underneath her chest was bulging... 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 my pocket rang, and when I picked it up, it was Mira’s phone.

　　 "What's the matter?" The girl moved her long hair, her voice a little cheerful.

　　 "Uh, forget it, I'm really busy these days." 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."

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

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

"last night!?"

　　Mila 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 chatted again, "The scenery here is beautiful, maybe you can take time to come and see me, I miss you." Mila spoiled, "There are no nasty 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’ had been waiting at the door with the slick Chevrolet convertible. Tony, Al, and Dile were crowded 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 wildly and madly.

　　 "Did you grow taller again?" Tony reached out and touched his hair, "I think you are taller and stronger. Are you eighteen meters tall?"

　　 "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.

　　 ‘Muffler’ 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, "Isn't it enough to just listen to your version?"

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

　　 ‘Muffler’ 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, a few 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'll take this round of drinks!" He said as soon as he entered the door.

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

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

　　'Muffler' took out a large handful of denominations of banknotes 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 in his arms 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 UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the waitresses in the bar had their eyes bright.

　　 "Come with me." Tony familiarizes himself with the road and pulls Song Ya into the innermost shadow, and sits on a sofa alone.

　　 A male waiter 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 ones, I know." Then he slapped his hands proudly, "Wine! Wine! Where is the wine!?"

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

　　 "He is 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 suffocated with boredom, and she shrank back.

　　 Early the next morning, Song Ya woke up and looked around. Tony, ‘Muffler’, 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 absurd to hold back any disease from a woman in this place.

"Mr."

　　 A waiter handed over the bill.

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

　　 "Yes, sir, but you can't leave right away, we have to check 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, spending about two thousand a time."