Chapter 273

Song Ya is very accurate. This guy is a smart man. In the face of Los Angeles out of control, he decisively tore off the disguise of gang thinking and recovered the well-educated rational mind.

He is a key figure of law enforcement units. If he stands on the same line with those black people who have become thugs, he will be doomed for the rest of his life. It's OK to talk about such a big thing. Who cares what a singer is doing now?

This is a good ending, Sonya completed the secret deal with Johnson, but did not hurt ace Cooper.

At noon on the 30th, talaji turned off the TV set full of pictures and came to help song Ya tidy up his light color shirt and dark suit. "Chicago is also a big trouble. Do you have to go to Chinese street? It's too dangerous. "

From yesterday afternoon to today's noon, the fire in Los Angeles is getting worse and worse, and various TV stations are broadcasting the rising death toll and injured number. The credit of Xiangdang in winning the Gulf War just disappeared in one day, because there were more casualties at home than in the Middle East battlefield.

"Mr. song called to say that before daybreak, there were already Chinese American shops robbed, and there were people trying to learn from Los Angeles to set fire."

As a passer-by, song Ya didn't want to stand under the dangerous wall. However, he could not get over his conscience while watching his fellow countrymen's misfortune. The time was too tight, so he could only plan carefully, "is Reverend William here?"

"Downstairs."

The Reverend Ellison, who was still very close to him yesterday, refused his help. Only the Reverend William, whose influence was far less than his, was willing to come. For the young black men who had lost their eyes, except for their mother, only the Reverend clergyman in the community could speak.

"Don't go either. Stay at home with Fergie."

Song Ya turns around in the mirror, good, very handsome.

"I'm going, too."

Feiji exclaimed that she was also frightened to see the news last night and had been calling her family in Los Angeles. Fortunately, the chaos was only concentrated in the downtown area, especially in new Luocheng. Because of the previous case of the New Roman shopkeeper, black people were full of hatred towards the new Romanians. Of course, part of the reason was that the new Romanians opened various small shops, which were the best targets for robbery.

Many black people support the old and the young, the old, the women and the children. They push the cart of the supermarket and snatch everything that can be stolen from the store, including toilet paper. Some people even drive to install enough. They are not ashamed to face the reporter's camera with a bumper harvest.

When a store was emptied, young black men with guns set fire to the store, and in some dark corners outside the camera, more disgusting violence was taking place.

Escubo was right in saying something yesterday. Indeed, many Hispanics took advantage of the fire. They used the dark skin as a cover, which was more clear than the goal of the black community. After all, there were many black people who were busy protesting against the Rodney King trial, and they were just "robbing". There was not much chance of chaos in the world. After all, there would be no shop after this village.

"Listen, it's not media exposure or anything. No one knows if the riot will spread all over the rice, and you are too white."

Song Ya went downstairs. Feiji followed him and took his arm. "I'm going."

"Don't make a fuss, I don't have time..."

Fergie stopped talking. Gummy stuck to his arm like a gum and let him drag along. "OK, OK, you can go. Change your high heels first, and then you can run faster. Taraj, are you going too

He saw talaji follow, "it's fascinating every time you make a very, very man decision." Taraji twisted his butt and started to show off.

"Well, well, I can't help you."

Song Ya goes downstairs. The well-dressed Reverend William and Susie and other family members are also watching TV. In the camera, two new Roman men are standing at the door of their shop, shooting at the robbers. The picture turns to the perspective of a helicopter. On the roof of Xinluo City, there are many figures of men with heavy and light weapons and headbands, which are compared with the rioters outside, It's like a medieval siege.

"My God! Is this a race war? "

The hostess exclaimed with exaggeration, as if the Los Angeles police had withdrawn the police force to protect new Luocheng, which had no causal relationship with the present scene.

"It was white police officers who beat Rodney King, but now it's a war between blacks and Asians..." Song Ya is not afraid to guess the white people's lower limit with the greatest malice.

"Why do they do this, mom?" Little Emily asked aunt Susie.

"The world is very problematic, there are big problems." Even the Reverend William couldn't answer. He looked down at Song ya, who went downstairs. "I'm really ashamed of my compatriots who robbed and set fire. They didn't even have a mother."

What's swung with the world, mama?

peoplelivin'liketheyain'tgotnomas

"especially before they vowed to give gook a good look, but now they haven't even attacked other people's territory!" Tony yelled, "those soft guys in Los Angeles..."“Shxtup！ Tony Song Ya stopped him. "Why don't I send you to Los Angeles to help?"

"Don't be like that, Alec. I'll just talk nonsense. Er, I'll drive." Tony ran out of the door.

Bullet proof Benz is wrapped in the middle, song Ya's motorcade slowly leaves the villa.

"Hey, aplus, you applied for a venue at Clark street, didn't you? What are you going to do? Will it respond to the riots in Los Angeles? " A paparazzi drove up to the car fearlessly, slapping the window and asked.

Song Ya lowered the window and said, "are you only interested in news that people hurt each other?"

"In a way, yes, ha!" The paparazzi is very honest.

Song Ya shook his head and closed the window again.

Clark street is not far away. It will be here soon. The application for the event went smoothly, especially after Sonya called mayor Daley to explain his intention.

“Hey，APLUS。”

The order of the day is OK. The application place is located near the corner of the street, which can hold the entrance of Chinatown. There is a small space for three to five people. There is a Chinese restaurant nearby. The grocery store not far away was robbed in the early morning and suffered a lot of losses. Denise, the head of the Chicago fan club, has been waiting with black fans who are willing to come. Only a few dozen people have come. Yelemov is planning the order with Cassidy and distributing temporary slogans like "stop hurting each other.".

"Thank you, Denise." Song Ya and her fist.

"A lot of people didn't come. They thought you were on the Asian side." "There's a DJ on the radio saying that today's events have exposed your heart, half blood, you really love the other side," Denise said

But you only got to move for your ways

then you only leave space to damage

to discriminate only generate share

and when you have, then you're bound to getire

"er Well, Denise, if you only love your own people, you can't eliminate discrimination completely, can you? " Song Ya refers to a shop in Chinatown that has been burned out. "Discrimination only encourages hatred and violence, like this."

"Hehe, I don't think anybody's going to pick you up, aplus?" Denise is not optimistic.

"Wait and see." Song Ya shook hands with song a Sheng and Mei, President of the Chinese Merchants Association.

"Thank you very much." The president old man was very moved to thank.

"It should be."

It's still early, but the Reverend William has subconsciously stood on the small podium just built by delay and others. He turns on the microphone and knocks, making a sharp current sound from the tweeter brought by a + record. Songya fans and some street residents and some passers-by approached.

“Blackman！ Stop these shameful acts He quickly entered the state, began to shout, "Los Angeles is a hell on earth, I can't look here, Chicago..." He pointed to the front of the destroyed shop. "The same thing happened! Please control your emotions and call for love and God

Madness is what you demonstrate

and that's sexactly how Wang works and operators

manyagotta avelove, this'llsetusstraight

take control of your mind and mediate

lettyoursoulgravitate, to the loveya'll

Song Ya and feiji walked into the nearby Chinese restaurant and said, "this guy, not many listeners, started to shout. Is there any strength in the evening? Hiding in the window seat, make complaints about Goodman's Tucao outside.

"Don't worry. That's what they do." Hayden asked, "aplus, how are you going to do the follow-up public relations after helping Chinatown solve this crisis? There will be a lot of gossip. "

Sonya and Dion, Wilson and commonsense, etc. touched hands and hugged, "thank you for coming. There is no follow-up public relations, I plan to send a song directly to clarify my attitude. By the way, this will be my last song He replied.

"Clarify what attitude?"

"Confused, a 17-year-old boy, I was confused when I saw the chaos in Los Angeles, ethnic hatred, wanton robbery and injury..."Song ya, who got the apocalypse, confidently pressed his hands on his chest and said, "I don't know who to support, who is right and who is wrong, and I don't know much truth. But now I just want to ask one question, a big question mark. Why did things turn out like this? What happened to America? What's going on between the races? Is there any great love in this world? People How can we get here? "

Hayden and yelemov looked at each other. "It seems good. Do you have any inspiration?"

"Pen and paper." Song Ya reaches out his hand.

Hayden took out the pen and paper and laid it for him.

Song Ya wrote like a flying pen, a accompaniment on the spot with a wave, "Dilai, you come."

“OK。” Delay tried it three times before he started.

Peoplekillin'

Peopledyin'

Childrenhurtandyouhearthemcrying

Willyoupracticewhatyoupreach

Orwouldyouturntheothercheek

Fatherfatherfather，helpus

Sendsomeguidancefromabove

Thesepeoplegotmegotmequestionin'

Whereisthelove?

Whereisthelove?

Whereisthelove?

Whereisthelov e. The love, mylove

when he was singing, his face suddenly changed and he turned to look at Fergie next to him.

"You sing very well, and the lyrics and music are excellent." Fergie was lying on the table with her chin in her hands, looking at herself admiringly, not only her, but also Cassidy, taraj, and even the men of all ages who were present.

Unexpectedly, after Xiao Li Zi, the second person recognized by him in Tianqi MV is feiji who sleeps by his pillow every day Will she be popular in the future?

"What's the matter?" Feiji looked down at her collar and said, "did you just run out?"

"No Song Ya looks complicated. In the future, without baby fat, her cheeks become thin and her chin becomes sharp Much uglier than now

It's just the same

old way has changed

things are changeable, and he is a little disappointed.

“APLUS？” People present looked at him strangely.

"Well, nothing." He shook his head. Now is not the time to get entangled in this. "I'll write down the whole lyrics and songs. We'll practice here, and we'll keep it until tomorrow morning."

He wrote lyrics and songs on the spot and distributed them on the spot, "I'm in charge of the chorus and some rap. Feiji, you're in charge of where is the love, the love and mylove. Della, you have a paragraph, and so do you, Elle. Are you in charge of the last rap? Can you handle it? "

In the original song, several terms about terrorists and CIA, lame Gang, blood gang and 3K party were replaced by other terms.

Yelemov watched him write a complete song, "Wow, wow, the perfect song, the confused interrogation of a 17-year-old boy, perfectly avoiding all specific issues, but it is suitable for the mood of the American public now, and..."

He and song Ya looked at each other and knew each other clearly. Now the worried Xiangdang should like this song of introspection.

"Leave here and we'll go back and record songs. It's OK to be rough, yelemov. I want it to be on radio stations all over the country by tomorrow night. And bet, and all the other TV stations that are happy to get this song into public view. "

There is no lack of musical instruments for those who open a record company. Everyone quickly enters the rehearsal state. This time, even the more arrogant commonsense is convinced by song ya, "you really have a big mouth, aplus."

"I know." Song Ya replied.

In the evening, young black men in protest marched to Clark street and were blocked by a wall organized by Sonya.

The music starts.

Ifeeltheweightoftheworldonmyshoulder

asI'mgettingolder，ya'llpeoplegetscolder

mostofusonlycareaboutmoneymakin'

selfishnessgotusfollowinthewrongdirection

wronginformationalwaysshownbythemedianegativeimagesisthemaincriteria

infectingtheyoungmindsfasterthanbacteria

kidswannaactlikewhattheyseeinthecinema

whateverhappenedtothevaluesofhumanity?

whateverhappenedtothefairnessandequality

insteadofspreadinglovewespreadin'animosity

lackofunderstandin'leadingusawayfromunity

that'sthereasonwhysomet imesI'mfeelin'under

that'sthereasonwhysometimesI'mfeelin'down

It'snowonderwhysometimesI'mfeelin'under

gottakeepmyfaithalivetillloveisfound

nowaskyourself

Peoplekillin'

Peopledyin'

Childrenhurtandyouhearthemcrying

Willyoupracticewhatyoupreach

Orwouldyouturntheothercheek

Fatherfat herfather，helpus

Sendsomeguidancefromabove

Thesepeoplegotmegotmequestionin'

Whereisthelove?

Whereisthelove?

Whereisthelove?

Whereisthelove，thelove，mylove

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