Chapter 274

"According to the latest news, after a wide-ranging curfew in Los Angeles yesterday, the commander-in-chief made a speech that he would not tolerate" anarchy "and was clearly opposed to the riot. At 1 am this morning, the governor of California announced to cut off the power supply in the riot area and formally asked the federal government for assistance. More than 14000 soldiers, including the 40th infantry division of the California National Guard, the seventh infantry division and the first marine division of the United States, as well as 1700 riot police and federal law enforcement personnel, have successively entered the riot districts of California, and the situation has been preliminarily controlled. ”

at noon the next day, in the studio hall of WGN TV station in Chicago, the black hosts quickly broadcast the latest news, and the small window picture shows the overlooking picture of Los Angeles. The blocks were burned to pieces. "There were small-scale riots in Chicago, San Francisco, new York, Las Vegas, Seattle, Phoenix and other places Last night, the protestors attacked some minority areas in Nancheng... "

The picture turns to the local scene of robbery and arson in Chicago, "but in this moment of hostility and hostility, there is still a touch of humanity at the corner of Clark Street..."

The small window zooms in. At the corner of Clark street, song Ya is singing Where is the love. Black people, white people and Asian Americans gather under the small stage and silently gaze at him in the center of the stage. Due to the destruction of street lamps, many people spontaneously lit candles or lighters, and the scene was warm and peaceful.

“Father，Father，Father……” The male host read the lyrics after Song Ya in a sad tone: "please help us and give us your instructions, because the problems between people have baffled me..."

The picture cuts back to the studio. He puts his hand on his forehead, sniffs his nose, and wipes away tears from the corners of his eyes. "Where is the love? Where is love? In the United States today, this is really a difficult question to answer. "

The camera pulls far away, in the studio a man and a woman host side, appeared the face dignified song ya.

"Sorry." "So, aplus, what prompted you to show up on Clark street last night? And wrote such a profound song. "

“emmmmm……”

Song Ya pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, "how can I say that? It was almost a subconscious move. When I heard my accountant, an old Chinese man I highly respected, said that Chinatown in Chicago might be in danger like Los Angeles, I decided to use my own strength to prevent such incidents from happening in Chicago... "

"You are of Chinese descent, aren't you?" Asked the hostess.

"Yes, half." Song Ya replied, "but it's not just this half blood that makes me do what I did last night. In fact..."

The green light above the camera nearby was on. He knew it meant that the TV picture would be switched to a close-up of his face. He immediately put his finger on his upper lip. "In fact, when I saw the chaotic scene in Los Angeles on TV the previous night, I was shocked and helpless I saw a white driver being beaten and robbed at the corner of the street and lying on the ground without help. "

"I also saw that the driver was rescued by an African American priest and is now out of danger." Said the white hostess.

"Is it? That's wonderful. I wish and pray for the priest. He's a capital man Song Yali carved a picture of congratulation, full of compassion.

"You are all aplus." The male host smiles.

"Me?" Song Ya shook his head with a bitter smile. "I'm very ashamed. You know, I became famous very early..."

"Yes, we all love your songs, from two years ago? You wrote about the second-hand store, didn't you? At least I know the owners of second-hand stores in Chicago love you The hostess said with a smile.

"Thank them for their love, and it was because of the love of the masses that I used to think I knew everything and could do anything." "I donate money to charities, I've been to South Africa, and I've met Mr Mandela himself..." Song said

"You're doing good aplus." Said the host.

"But..."

Song Ya adjusted his sitting posture, and tears began to twinkle in his eyes. "But from the day before yesterday, I found that I was wrong. I was too young to really understand the whole society. I spent my childhood and most of my adolescence in the south city slums, where the majority of African Americans live. Then I became popular and quickly took off my second-hand clothes, lived in luxury houses and put on expensive luxury goods... "

He shook the big gold chain on his neck. "I don't really know how to really help others. I donated money and went to South Africa for a brief visit, and then I fell into superficial self touch and satisfaction I'm ashamed of who I was then

"You don't have to be aplus." The male host wiped his tears again, "you don't have to."

"From the day before yesterday, I was lost. What happened to the world? What's wrong with America? What's wrong with Los Angeles? What's going on between different ethnic groups? All... "

Song Ya's five fingers open, hands on the head of the stroke: "all this I have not thought about Frankly speaking, I've only suffered from racial discrimination two or three times since I was a child. I never thought that the hatred among my compatriots, whether black, white or Asian, was so great. I now know that the world is wrong, but I can't understand the profound reason why people love each other? Why is there only hatred, indifference and estrangement... ""In fact, we are like you, aplus. You are not alone." The hostess also cried.

"OK, this is WGN's midday news. Please don't go away." From the earphone came the staff's urging, the male host hastily announced the end of the news, and the TV picture cut to the live video of Clark street.

‘Ifeeltheweightoftheworldonmyshoulder，AsI'mgettin'older，y'all，peoplegetscolder……’

Al sang his rap part, "peoplekillin ', peopledyin', childrenhurtin ', you heart the mcryin'. Canyoupracticewhatyoupreach，Andwouldyouturntheothercheek？ Father，Father，Fatherhelpus，Sendussomeguidancefromabove，'Causepeoplegotme，gotmequestionin'，Whereisthelove……” With the subtitles of the performers, the program ends in Song Ya's song.

"Very good, very deep aplus."

The director of the program happily came to shake hands with song ya, "your live performance is also very perfect. I was worried that if I let you go on the program without the right script, there would be an accident."

"No, I'm professional." Song Ya smiles and shakes hands with the two hosts and other staff.

"We've already cut the film for you." The director pointed to yelemov standing at the entrance of the studio hall.

Yelemov also took the black video tape in his hand and laughed at Song yayang.

"Thank you very much."

Song Ya said goodbye to the column group and joined yelemov. "Send the video to Washington, bet, and hand it to Gordon."

"Did anyone tell you you're a good politician?" Yelemov looked at him with adoration.

"Too much."

Song Ya casually dealt with the other party's compliment, "you remember to check the content of the video first. There should be our live version in it, which can match the chaotic news screen switching in Los Angeles."

"I will. By the way, fox just called Hayden and they want to ask for your song." Said yelemov.

"They all tend to be like the party's TV stations..." Song Ya wryly smiles and shakes his head. "Give it to them. I need to be exposed now."

"I think so."

Yelemov went to work in a hurry. Song Ya returned to a + records. Three recording rooms were working at the same time. Al, Dilai, feiji and commonsense were all recording their own part of the lyrics.

"Coffee, taraj." He went into the deep-sea studio.

"Need some sleep? The boss? " Taraji handed the coffee to him and said with concern.

"No one is allowed to sleep until the first edition is recorded." Song Ya made a rude underground order.

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