Chicago 1990

　　 A few days later, the school, music classroom, and orchestra rehearsed again.

　　 "Cassidy, your violin is very beautiful." After the song was played, the music teacher was very satisfied and exaggerated Cassidy's violin.

　　 "Thank you." Cassidy thanked her quietly.

　　 It is a pure handmade piano with beautiful reddish brown and graceful curves. The unique matt body created by the years and the old-fashioned piano case with complicated decorations declare its great value.

　　 "Did you buy it at a musical instrument store near the Opera House? I saw it in the window last week..." A female classmate next to Cassidy exclaimed, "The price is 3,800 dollars!"

　　 "Really?" The students turned their eyes to the piano one after another.

　　 "I don't know, it was from my father..." Cassidy was a little smug.

　　 "Wow, your father is so kind to you." The female classmate chirped.

　　 "APLUS is watching you." The girl who was the first to speak turned her head and glanced at Song Ya, and then whispered in Cassidy's ear.

　　 "Can I not watch it? The piano was bought with my money!" Song Ya's heart dripped blood.

Cassidy’s father, Detective Vic McGee, the head of the stormtrooper, was supposed to be for Cook County State Attorney Peter Flock last time. He was right. The big guys don’t want to make friends. , This is a two-way selection process.

　　 I hired Peter’s wife Alicia to be Tony’s defense attorney. This kind of only knowable deal of power and money is not so simple and can be done, and Peter also depends on whether he is worthy of help. Vic came to the recording studio and did not find any drugs or any textual evidence that might endanger the Flocks. So when he left, he would say "Hello, Peter". It was not until that moment that he initially passed the big shot. Or the trust review of big shots.

　　 "Fortunately, I don't have the habit of keeping accounts for power and money transactions..."

Song Ya only feels lucky. If there is a small black book in the safe, it says how much Alicia’s lawyers will be paid, an M&A deal for Alicia’s law firm, or a donation to Mrs. Underwood’s charity organization. With one hundred thousand words, I'm afraid Vic will backhand stuff a bag of drugs into the safe, and by the way destroy Xiao Hei Ben on the spot.

　　 Then he would fall into the endless troubles of the law enforcement department, and Tony would naturally be over.

　　 "It's my business." Cassidy didn't look back, and continued to adjust the strings carefully.

　　 She seemed to have lost interest in Song Ya after being scorned last time.

　　 "Vick, is your daughter..."

　　 Song Ya actually had an idea for her. Detective Vic’s warning when he was leaving made him very upset, "You told me to stay away from your daughter, but I just want to put my... in..."

　　 But this matter cannot be done right away. I am not strong enough to deal with the anger from the notorious stormtrooper captain.

　　 Everything seemed to be calm again. Song Ya went to school, recorded songs, and went home every day. Her life was simple and regular. The paparazzi who had been staring at him couldn't get the news, so she gradually disappeared from his vision.

On the day Tony went to court, he still did not go. It was like telling a lie, and then he could only continue to cover up with bigger and more lies. His entanglement with Chicago politics became deeper and deeper, and everything was kept low-key. the Lord.

　　 Aunt Susie took the whole family with Tony to the court. According to her statement, she asked the judge to see our family and Connie’s pregnant belly. The judge would definitely have pity and lightly sentence Tony.

　　 But soon, Aunt Susie and the others are back, and Tony.

　　 The whole family was happily, and Tony even swept away the silence and sadness that had been in these days, and the usual elder brother Yu was alive again.

　　 "Hey! My good brother, how did you do it!?" He asked Song Ya as soon as he got home.

　　 Goodman was the last one to enter, "Don't ask Tony this kind of question, and don't talk about it with others! Little Lori can't do it!" He warned harshly.

"Okay, I won't ask." Tony sat next to Song Ya, "Do you know? It was too much, I was waiting, suddenly a bailiff told me that I don't need to go to court, OMG! No need to go to court! Haha !"

　　 Song Ya looked at Goodman.

　　 "Alicia reached a prosecution and defense deal with the prosecutor at the last minute, so the trial was cancelled. Tony was sentenced to two years in prison, two years of supervision and probation plus 400 hours of community service."

Goodman drew Tony to face him, "Look into my eyes and listen carefully. This is just a probation. During the probation, you can't commit any more crimes, understand? The prison door has been open for you! And, supervision Probation needs to report to the supervisor regularly, and every time your community service must be completed properly, don’t take it seriously!"

　　 "I know I know, Goodman, I will report regularly, community service I know, just pick up trash or something, I won't mess up." Tony nodded frequently.

　　 "I have said everything I should have said." Goodman lay down on the sofa.

　　 "Thanks, Chuck." Song Ya thanked him, "Tony, come here." He pulled Tony into his room and closed the door.

"When this matter is over, follow me. Don't go to Little Lori and the others." He said solemnly, "I also need help, and you play too much with them, like nightclubs and bars. There were a lot of emergencies in this place. Now you are a person with a criminal record. If you commit another crime, no one can help you."

　　 "Don't be like that, Alex..."

　　 Tony's face was embarrassed, "I am your brother, let me decide my own affairs?"

　　 "Why did you come by yourself this time? Rely on Little Lori? They can't even bail you out." Song Ya asked.

　　 "They also hired a famous lawyer..."

Tony whispered: "And we decided to commit the crime by drawing lots. I got the first one. I didn't say anything. I admit it. You told me not to talk to Lori now. Doesn't it mean that I have a white top crime? It’s not my turn to commit the crime, it’s okay."

"No……"

　　 Song Ya laughed angrily at his bizarre logic, "It's equivalent to saying that you have committed the crime, and then it would be too bad if you didn't continue to follow Little Lori?"

　　 "Yep!"

　　 "FXXXYOU! You are still Yep up..." Song Ya stared at him coldly.

　　 Tony lowered his head arbitrarily, "I and Lori are brothers, Alex..."

　　 "Do whatever you want!" Song Ya lost the last patience.

　　 On February 15th, the tailor's dress arrived, and the semi-finished master tape of RemembertheName has also been recorded. It is time to leave for New York.

　　 The car slowly drove to a community on Lake Michigan. Due to poor design of several high-rise buildings, a blind corner of the wind was formed. Small plastic bags of various colors flying in the wind were blown here and quickly accumulated into mountains.

　　 Song Ya saw Tony’s big man from a distance~www.ltnovel.com~ He was cleaning up with some half-sized black bags with **** bags. Few people in this kind of community service are actively working. They all work in slow motion. They slowly pull each bag into the black bag. A supervisor is standing by and watching. Urge.

　　 Hayden stopped the car and pulled Song Ya, who opened the door and was about to get off.

"Look."

　　 Following the direction of his fingers, Song Ya saw Lori's Chevrolet convertible.

Little Lori jumped out of the car with the'silencer' and walked towards Tony. AK approached the supervisor and handed a cigarette. Then they didn’t know what was stuffed in the other’s pocket, and the two were happy Xing hugged her arms to one side and joked.

　　 "Hey! Your work is too slow, Tony! Be diligent!" Xia Lowry shouted with a smile.

　　 "FXXXYOU!" Tony scolded back, but the smile on his face showed that he was heartily happy. He fisted with the three of them, "Thank you for coming to see me."

　　 "Crap, of course, we are brothers, right?" Little Lori punched him in the chest.

　　 "Yeah!" Tony dodged in a boxing posture, then gave a positive punch.

　　 ‘Muffler’ also joined the ‘Warband’ afterwards, and the three of them smirked and made noises, accompanied by the golden sunset and flying plastic bags.

"Oh my God……"

　　 Song Ya watched this scene, closed the car door again, and muttered: "Do they think they are still three-year-olds? What is in their minds..."

　　 "They are not the same as you, APLUS, you can't understand them, maybe they can't understand you either." Hayden said.

　　 "That's it." Song Ya shook his head, "Let's drive Hayden, we will be very busy to New York..."