Chapter 291

The next day, song Ya went to BBC 2 to record a TV talk show. This was the only interview he had on his trip to London. It was recorded and broadcast, so it went smoothly. Song ya, feiji and others gave a full performance of where is the love in the BBC studio.

The radio program of BBC No.1 is similar, and the questions and answers between the host and him are more restrained. Generally speaking, it starts from his impression of Britain, weather, music style, life experience, and the song where is the love, as well as the realistic background and mental process of its creation.

"Aplus, do you still miss Mila? You're the badguy in her song, aren't you? "

In the evening, in a local radio station in London, the host of the interview was not very honest, and suddenly started to do something in the live broadcast.

"Er..."

Song Yazhi turned her lips. Fortunately, this is a radio program. Otherwise, the audience will find that the smile on their faces is gone. "I can only say that we had a good past, which is enough."

"Don't you mind talking about her? Especially when you were recording that song to Dirk together "I don't mean to offend, but Mira is very popular in the UK," the radio host said with a smile

It's no offense to talk about this when you're on the list? Song Ya quickly adjusted her attitude and joked, "is she more popular here than I am?"

The two hosts both laughed. "We all like her to Dirk. Of course, that song is even more yours. When she last visited us, she said that you suggested that she use an English accent in her singing, right?"

"Almost. She had lived here. I thought it would be more appropriate for her to sing that song with a little accent here." Song Ya replied, and then he seamlessly switched to the standard tone of black hip-hop singers, frequently using simple short sentences and modal particles, in short, hum ha ha.

"Can you talk about why you two broke up?"

"It's just music, man. Don't have too many associations."

"Talk about your life before you became famous. The US media said you were entangled with gangs. Is that true?"

"Of course not, you know, slums are like that."

"Can you talk about it in detail?"

"It's just that I'm very poor, and my life is very hard."

"About gangs?"

"Some kids think gangsters are cool, some don't, you know, I love music."

"You also wrote a symphony, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"The first public performance was performed by barenboy's Chicago Orchestra, right?"

"Yeah, it's just a two minute sketch."

"What do you think of Mr. barenboy."

"Master, he is highly respected by Chicago people, including me, of course."

"Do you know any of his previous stories?"

"Nothing."

"For example, in his early years, he and..."

"Hey, I don't care about my music, brother? I'm not here to gossip

"Let's talk about the ubiquitous hints in the lyrics of some of your albums..."

After the interview, song stood up and touched the audience.

On the way back to the hotel, I didn't talk to the branch executives again.

"Hum! A good past, ah? " Feiji, who has already heard the interview, holds her chest in her hands and blocks the door of the room unhappily and starts to show him his face again.

"Don't pretend to be a girl..."

Song Ya is not used to her this time, "I'm good enough for you, have some points OK in my heart?" He turned and walked into talaji's room next to him. "Call the president of the British branch immediately. In the interview with Q magazine tomorrow, you must communicate with us in advance about the questions to be asked. If you can't, I will call motura."

"OK."

Taraji opened his address book and immediately began to work. "Hello, I'm Mr. aplus's assistant..."

The height of the landline on the bedside table was very low. When she bent down to make a phone call, her body just folded into a suitable angle.

Song Ya walked over.

"Yes, Mr. aplus is very angry because of the Radio interview... "

"Yes, tomorrow's Q Q magazine must submit the interview content in advance, otherwise... "

The next day, Fergie knocked on the door of this room early, pouting her lips, and there were tears on her face. When taraji let her in, she grabbed song Ya by the corner of her clothes and said, "I'm wrong. I can't apologize."

Song Ya ignored her. During the day, they began to visit some places of interest in London under the leadership of the branch office to cooperate with the BBC's documentary film.

"Honey, look!"

Feiji tried her best to please her, said love words, and dallied with her body. When she arrived at Buckingham Palace, she ran to the Royal Guard, who was wearing a black high hat and red uniform, and was standing on guard. "You know what? No matter what I do, he won't move She poked her finger into the chest of the tall guard, "just like a toy soldier." She cried."Cough, Miss Fergie, don't..." The staff of the branch office rushed to get her.

After observing that song Ya's eyes finally fell on her, she immediately began to twist her waist and wink at her eyes. She stepped on the dance steps enchanting and walked to song ya like a wild cat. She held her arm and said, "forgive me, will you?" She prayed.

Song Ya wanted to laugh a little, but he kept his face tight.

They visited Tower Bridge and other places.

“LondonBridgeisfallingdown，fallingdown，fallingdown……” Fergie looked at the two towering old towers and sang softly in Song Ya's ear.

"What song?" Song Ya moved in his heart and asked casually.

"The famous English nursery rhyme, London Bridge is about to collapse, don't you know?" Feiji's heart was greatly relieved and her body tightened. She continued to hum, "London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady." and then she went to song Ya's ear and said, "is your bridge tower up?"

Song Ya was almost amused by her simple and rude pun. She quickly rolled her eyes to cover it up, put her hands in her pockets, and continued to drag her legs with the crowd.

The only good thing here is that there are not many fans. Most of the tourists around here are tourists from all over the country. Even if they recognize song ya, they politely come to ask for autographs and group photos, and then they will stop pestering. As like as two peas, they are even more dislike. They find opportunities to ask questions that are not bottom line, and try to sneak into the hotel room of song Ya before.

In the afternoon, Q magazine didn't do anything in the exclusive interview. All the questions were submitted in advance. Of course, the atmosphere of chatting between the two sides was relatively cold, but his mood was improved.

"Going to the music salon in the evening? There's a famous family nearby. "

The BBC's accompanying reporter invited: "it's a place where London music circles often go. We'll meet a lot of acquaintances and enrich the content of short films."

Song Ya thought about it and agreed. Playing big cards in front of the BBC is not a good idea.

Speaking of salon, I didn't expect that it was almost like a nightclub. There was no lack of wine, music, and men and women who kept shaking their bodies.

"Alec! Are you not coming? " Tony, who just found his partner, yelled at him on the dance floor.

Song Ya waved his hand at him with a smile and refused. Sitting on the sofa in the VIP semi open compartment, he was still languid and powerless. During the day in London Tower Bridge, he seemed to have something in his mind, but he couldn't remember it. That feeling was very uncomfortable.

"Fergie's here!" Feiji, who has changed her clothes, appears beside the dance pool with taraji in her hands. The two women in the dress are especially economical in cloth. She ignores the gaze of the men on the dance floor and stares at herself with hot and provocative eyes. She turns her back against her back all the way. Then she separates herself from the wine table in front of the sofa, one left and one right, just like the two bridge towers in the daytime.

"Wait a minute."

When they were about to sit down next to song ya, they were stopped by him.

Feiji's tears suddenly burst. "I hate you!" She was so angry that she ran into the dance floor crying. She casually found a lucky person and danced face to face.

"Hey, aplus, you big man, don't be so mean." Talaji also misunderstood.

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