Chapter 62

At the age of 16, song Ya's biggest significance is to be able to drive. He has already chosen a good mount. The Ford F150 pickup truck, the 7.5-liter V8 engine, is a full-bodied oil swallowing monster.

He didn't like the car and the brand. The second-hand Ford pickup truck used to break down often. But in the CK advertising camp in Mila, Huangshi Park, he saw the role of this car. The cargo bucket was equipped with a large number of equipment, and a huge Trailer Trailer Trailer could be pulled at the back. It was very useful for small photography teams and small record companies to run on the location.

Hayden has been selling cars in Detroit for a long time. He can get a little discount by calling. He pays for a + record. If there is a promotional campaign in the future, he can use it.

Taking advantage of the noon, song Ya took the school's public telephone to make an appointment for the driving test.

"Hi..."

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

"Big..."

Since the last AK called broken, aplus's name in the school gradually is not a secret, song Ya shook his head and laughed, "flattered, how do you know my birthday today?"

"I'm often responsible for organizing club activities, which I saw on the school roster." The girl was a little nervous, her white face was slightly red, her hands were on her waist, and her fingers kept rubbing and pinching each other, "don't you think I have too much to do?"

"No, what do you say?"

Song Ya is 100% sure that the white girl in front of her is interested in herself. Although there are both black and white students in this school, these white students with good family background generally tend to have a potential segregation tendency towards black students, although it will not be shown in the obvious. The style of work is also much more conservative than that of the previous public middle school. It seems that the other party has summoned up considerable courage and took the initiative to speak.

He looked around. There was no small group of girls nearby. It seemed that she was acting alone secretly.

"Er..."

The girl was more nervous, and her body trembled slightly. "I think you may have a birthday prone. I heard that people in your music circle often There will be all kinds of prone exercises. "

This is really not true. Song Ya's Chinese soul is doomed that he will not be a meter type prone creature. "No, I'm too busy recently. Moreover, my family lives in a high-rise apartment. If I do it, I will be complained by the neighbors."

"Oh, well." The girl is poor in words.

Song Ya once again looked up and down at the girl in front of her. She was blonde and medium in appearance. She could be more beautiful with elaborate makeup. Her skin was white and her legs were very long. Her chest was bulging under her thin sweater of Nordic style She is easy to be shy. Since she often participates in community activities, her grades must be very good. Well, a typical white middle-class family is a good girl.

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

"Drop by drop..." At this time, the pager in my pocket rang. When I took it up, it was Mira's phone.

"Or what?" The girl stirred her long hair, and her tone was a little cheerful.

"Well, forget it. I'm really busy recently." Song Ya picked up the receiver again and motioned to her.

Seeing the girl leave disappointed, she dials Mira.

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Mila's voice was heard over there.

"Thank you."

Mila exclaimed triumphantly, "surprise or surprise!? Am I the only one who remembers your birthday

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

"Last night

Mila was silent for a moment and then screamed, "my God! I forgot to calculate the time zone! "

"Ha ha ha ha!" Song Ya laughs.

"Am I stupid?" Mila was a little bit frustrated.

"No more..."

The two talked about some recent situation, "the scenery here is very beautiful, maybe you can take time to come and see me, I miss you." Mirasa began to be coquettish. "There are no obnoxious paparazzi here."

"I'll find a chance." Song Ya remembers that Mila's birthday is in December. Maybe she can be surprised.

In the afternoon, after playing squash, song Ya walked out of school rubbing his sore shoulders. Mufflers had been waiting at the door in his sleek Chevy convertible. Tony, Al and delay were in the back seat.

"Come up, my dear little brother, and show you the world of adults!" Tony rubbed his hands excitedly.

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

"You look like you've got to be 20 years old!" The other three people laughed wildly and strangely.

"Have you grown tall again?" Tony reached out and touched his hair. "I feel you're taller and stronger. Are you one meter eight?"

"One meter eight two."

Song Ya avoided his hand. "I've been practicing squash recently."

"Squash!? Ha ha ha A few people laugh again.

Song Ya rolled his eyes.

The muffler started the car and drove straight to Nancheng.

"Are you so free? Don't you want to go to my country with little Lori and old Joe Song Ya took the opportunity to ask."In two days." Tony replied, "I heard that the second-hand store will be authorized to sing by singers over there. There are Japanese versions, Chinese versions and so on."

"Is it?" Song Ya didn't think of this, "just listen to your version, won't it?"

"Asians 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."

The muffler parked outside a dance bar.

“OMG！”

Song Ya guessed what they wanted to do. His head began to ache. He stayed in his seat and didn't want to get up. "Again, I'm only 16 years old. It's at least 21 to enter here."

"Don't pretend."

Tony drags him out of the car, and several people come to the bar.

A strong black guard and Tony hit their fists. "Isn't little Lori here?"

"Today is my brother's show!"

Tony led the way into the bar. "I'll take this round!" He came in with a loud voice.

5、 At six o'clock, there were not many people in the bar. Most of the guests were old men. When he heard this, he happily raised his glass in his hand and expressed his thanks to Tony.

"Money, money..." Tony urged the muffler again.

Mufflers took out a large number of one dollar bills from his arms.

Tony goes to the small stage in the center of the bar and raises his hand to the girl who is leaning against the steel pipe like a sloth, and the money is scattered all over the sky.

The heavily dressed white girl winked at him, took off her coat and began to perform hard. The old men changed seats and rushed to the bar in front of her.

"This is my brother!"

Tony hugged Sonya and introduced him to the guests. "Have you heard of aplus? The second-hand shop is written by this boy! "

The old men's reaction was flat, but the barmaid's eyes were bright.

"Follow me." Tony is familiar with his car and pulls Sonya into the innermost shadow and sits on a sofa one by one.

A Mexican faced waiter brought several girls, black and white, tall, fat and thin.

"Give him the best!" Tony points to a white girl in Sonya. "He likes white, I know." Then he slapped boldly, "wine! Alcohol! Where is the wine? "

The girl walked to song Ya and sat down on his leg. The meat bullet directly met his face, "boy, haven't you come?"

"He is a child! Ha ha ha Tony exclaimed, "give him the best service!" He took out some more money and put it into the girls' chest.

Song Ya was suffocated and shrank back.

The next morning, Sonya wakes up and looks around. Tony, muffler, Al and delay are still asleep. There are countless empty bottles of various brands on the table in front of him.

He rubbed his temples to relieve the headache after a hangover, and checked the zipper of his pants. Fortunately, it was not ridiculous to have been infected by women in such places for a lifetime.

"Sir."

A waiter handed in the bill.

Song Ya looked at the number of thirteen, took a breath, and looked at Tony who was still snoring. He had to take out the check book and said, "do you accept the check?"

"Yes, sir, but you can't leave at once. We'll have to check it out." The waiter replied politely.

"All right." Song Ya signed the check and handed it to him, "does Tony come often?"

"Yes, sir, but it's Mr. lorry who pays. Mr. lorry is very generous, spending about two thousand dollars at a time. "

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