Chicago 1990

　　 Early the next morning, Connie drove a Ford pickup on the way to school.

　　 Emily sits in the co-pilot, Song Ya lies in the back seat to catch up on sleep. As for Tony, he hasn't been to school since he left the football team.

　　 On the radio, the well-known Chicago DJ ‘Big A’ is eating melons from the gangster rap group N.W.A with the host. It’s the morning rush hour at work, and the listening rate of this radio program is very high.

　　 "So,'Big A', which side do you support? Eazy-E or Ace Cooper" the host asked.

　　 "Of course I'm on Eazy-E's side."'Big A'took a firm stand.

　　 The host asked: "What is the reason?"

　　 "Because I am'Big A', he is'Big E', hahahaha..."'Big A'threw a very cold stalk, and then laughed happily.

　　 "Uh..." The host can't take it anymore, it's cold.

"Okay, okay, no jokes, it's very simple, what can I say about people like Cooper?"'Big A'suddenly became very serious, "According to the unequivocal report, his parents are in (University of California) Los Angeles) work, a child who has lived well since he was a child, wears a flower headscarf and dared to sing gangster rap on behalf of the'streetman', don't you think it is ironic? It's like...just like margarine is not real butter To put it simply, he is a fake."

"But according to the news, it seems that'Big E'embezzles Cooper's money has a real hammer." The host Zhiqu stood on the opposite side, "Cooper wrote half of the best-selling album, but only received a small part of the revenue... …"

　　 "What can a child from such a middle-class family turn his face for? Money."

'Big A'expressed disdain, "Cooper is a typical commercial singer. His purpose is to make money. His departure is a good thing for NWA. The remaining talents are real brothers, pure gangster music, dare to shout With a note..."

"Okay, let's talk about NWA gossip here for the time being, let's enter an advertisement." The host quickly interrupted the'Big A'cheer. The song that NWA cursed the police officer is a taboo on many radio programs. He But I don't want my work to be lost.

　　 Radio studio.

　　 "You scared me to death, wait a little longer, otherwise I won't give you notice later." Taking advantage of the advertising time, the host warned the'big A'.

"My fault."

　　 ‘Big A’ admits that he came to record the show to pay for the meal, "What’s the next section?"

　　 "Little Lori's new album hits songs."

　　 The host took out the cassette box and handed it to the ‘Big A’, "I’ll say more good things later, you know." He knocked on the box.

　　 "I have never heard of who Little Lori is."

'Big A'took the cassette box and found the logo of Old Qiao Music on the cover, and remembered, "Old Qiao is still pushing this girly gun?" He opened the box, took out a small wad of rice knives and counted it. Tucked it into his trouser pocket, "He is really willing to pay for it. What count will he give you?"

　　 "The countdown to the end of the advertisement, 10, 9..." The radio staff prompt sounded through the headset.

　　 "Same as you." The host was worried, and reminded again, "Stop talking nonsense."

　　 "Don't worry."'Big A'patted his pocket, "I'm good at doing things with money."

"Okay, welcome back, next is a new song from Lori II, ThriftShop!" The host began to praise professionally, "Lori this newcomer's work has been promoted not long ago, Chicago Music Review The evaluation given by the world is very high, unanimously that he has a very promising future. The first album of the same name will soon be registered in major audio-visual stores. Audiences who want to start can pay attention to..."

　　 The rhythmic drums and saxophone sounded, and the host shut up in due course.

　　 The song of more than three minutes was finished soon.

　　 "'Big A', give me some advice." The host kicked the sluggish'Big A', "What do you think of this song?"

　　 "I **** blow it up!"

　　 ‘Big A’ started to hilarious again.

　　 The time was just right. When I arrived at the school, Connie stopped the car. "Will you be a big man?" He turned around and asked Song Ya.

　　 "Why do you ask that?" Song Ya woke up.

　　 "The song that you made on the radio is very high." Connie replied.

"That's not my song, it's Little Lori's song." Song Ya corrected Connie, "I reminded you, in school, don't associate me with this song in any way, I just want to have a peace Quiet learning environment. And don't believe a word of the radio DJ, they all take money to do things."

　　 "But..." Connie tilted her head and thought, feeling a pity, "My poor brother, if you let those girls know that you are writing songs for Little Lori, believe me, you can say goodbye to being single right away."

　　 "What's so pitiful about being single, I'm only fifteen years old, it's a great time to concentrate on studying..."

　　 Song Ya flicked his schoolbag and strode into class.

There is also a good side to this high school. For example, no one cares after a ten-and-a-half month absence. The teacher takes his class on his own, and there is no such kind of hypocritical classmate who asks if something has happened at home. Song Ya continues to be there. His little transparency again put his energy on his studies.

　　 madly chased the progress of mathematics, made up English and lectures, and then in the orchestra rehearsal class, he successfully regained the lead of the orchestra trumpeter through a trumpet playing. Some time ago, I participated in high-intensity recording, and the talented musicians that Old Qiao recruited to record in the second-hand store, every day, the original musical sense of this body finally recovered almost.

　　 There is only one sports boss left, Song Ya also began to consciously strengthen physical exercise.

　　I am addicted to studies, I don’t know the sun and the moon, the world has quietly passed a week...

　　 On the weekend, Tony, who followed Lorryman Illinois, went home for the first time.

"The sales are good. The first Friday is 1,000 copies. The store is already urging to replenish the stock. The cassette has been printed for 10,000. Old Joe has also started contacting the CD factory." Tony is very excited. Judging from his feedback a week after his'employment', Life was pretty good, wearing a black suit with sunglasses, "Yesterday we played in an underground nightclub opposite to Old Joe Music, the girls were pretty crazy, if it wasn't for me and the'silencer'..." He opened his arms. , Making the iconic interception action of the star bodyguard, "Little Lowry almost couldn't get out."

　　 "Ahem." Song Yachao, who was cooking, reminded Tony to pay attention to the feelings of others.

　　 Al has been eating and drinking at his house until now, and has not gone to the restaurant to work. If it weren't for some cooking skills, Aunt Susie would want to drive people away.

"How do you say? Al, go back with me. Next we are going to run out of Illinois for publicity. The manpower is tight." Tony came with a task, "Pablo asked me to tell you something, UU Reading wwwww .uukanshu.com is your agent and will take care of you."

　　 "He is afraid that I will talk nonsense and ruin Lori's good future, right?"

　　 Al clinked the pot, and replied silently, "I should have my share of everything."

　　 "Don't you still have a copy now?" Tony was unhappy, "You have to face reality."

　　 "The reality is that I was kicked out like a dog."

"Uh... Al." Song Ya decided to fool this guy away. It is too sad to play games every day until late at night, and affects his learning state. "Don't be stupid again, you have to know that the little singer actually The share that can be obtained in record sales is quite small. The bulk of it is the future performance compensation, concert income, appearance fees and so on. You only need to go back, as long as your voice is still on the little Lori album, and you will have to perform on stage. It’s a shame to give up like you, and you have a share in those incomes."

　　 "It should have been a big portion." Al was still struggling with this.

　　 "What the **** are you talking about now?" Tony couldn't help but explode.

　　 "A small portion is a lot of money." Song Ya persuaded.

　　 Al stopped speaking, dropped the pan, went upstairs and closed the door.

　　 "This guy! I really treat this as my own home, right?" Tony was helpless.

　　Al did not go back with Tony after all.

At night, Song Ya faintly heard someone crying in his sleep. He got up and stretched out his head to look down the bunk. Al was holding the quilt, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it..." His tears slipped, "I am Nger grew up in Nancheng, I can’t stand these guys who are full of business and lies. I can’t stand the thought of going back and pretending to be a okay person and getting along with them... I’m afraid one day I’ll take a gun and destroy them all. It's..."