Chapter 62 (1/2)
At the age of 16, song Ya's biggest significance is to be able to drive. He has already chosen a good mount. The Ford F150 pickup truck, the 7.5-liter V8 engine, is a full-bodied oil swallowing monster.
He didn't like the car and the brand. The second-hand Ford pickup truck used to break down often. But in the CK advertising camp in Mila, Huangshi Park, he saw the role of this car. The cargo bucket was equipped with a large number of equipment, and a huge Trailer Trailer Trailer could be pulled at the back. It was very useful for small photography teams and small record companies to run on the location.
Hayden has been selling cars in Detroit for a long time. He can get a little discount by calling. He pays for a + record. If there is a promotional campaign in the future, he can use it.
Taking advantage of the noon, song Ya took the school's public telephone to make an appointment for the driving test.
”Hi...”
Put down the microphone, a female classmate suddenly appeared in front of him, ”happy birthday, great composer.”
”Big...”
Since the last AK called broken, aplus's name in the school gradually is not a secret, song Ya shook his head and laughed, ”flattered, how do you know my birthday today?”
”I'm often responsible for organizing club activities, which I saw on the school roster.” The girl was a little nervous, her white face was slightly red, her hands were on her waist, and her fingers kept rubbing and pinching each other, ”don't you think I have too much to do?”
”No, what do you say?”
Song Ya is 100% sure that the white girl in front of her is interested in herself. Although there are both black and white students in this school, these white students with good family background generally tend to have a potential segregation tendency towards black students, although it will not be shown in the obvious. The style of work is also much more conservative than that of the previous public middle school. It seems that the other party has summoned up considerable courage and took the initiative to speak.
He looked around. There was no small group of girls nearby. It seemed that she was acting alone secretly.
”Er...”
The girl was more nervous, and her body trembled slightly. ”I think you may have a birthday prone. I heard that people in your music circle often There will be all kinds of prone exercises. ”
This is really not true. Song Ya's Chinese soul is doomed that he will not be a meter type prone creature. ”No, I'm too busy recently. Moreover, my family lives in a high-rise apartment. If I do it, I will be complained by the neighbors.”
”Oh, well.” The girl is poor in words.
Song Ya once again looked up and down at the girl in front of her. She was blonde and medium in appearance. She could be more beautiful with elaborate makeup. Her skin was white and her legs were very long. Her chest was bulging under her thin sweater of Nordic style She is easy to be shy. Since she often participates in community activities, her grades must be very good. Well, a typical white middle-class family is a good girl.
”Or...” He was a little moved.
”Drop by drop...” At this time, the pager in my pocket rang. When I took it up, it was Mira's phone.
”Or what?” The girl stirred her long hair, and her tone was a little cheerful.
”Well, forget it. I'm really busy recently.” Song Ya picked up the receiver again and motioned to her.
Seeing the girl leave disappointed, she dials Mira.
”Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you...” Mila's voice was heard over there.
”Thank you.”
Mila exclaimed triumphantly, ”surprise or surprise!? Am I the only one who remembers your birthday
”Honey, they celebrated my birthday last night.” Song Ya attacked her with words.
”Last night
Mila was silent for a moment and then screamed, ”my God! I forgot to calculate the time zone! ”
”Ha ha ha ha!” Song Ya laughs.
”Am I stupid?” Mila was a little bit frustrated.
”No more...”
The two talked about some recent situation, ”the scenery here is very beautiful, maybe you can take time to come and see me, I miss you.” Mirasa began to be coquettish. ”There are no obnoxious paparazzi here.”
”I'll find a chance.” Song Ya remembers that Mila's birthday is in December. Maybe she can be surprised.
In the afternoon, after playing squash, song Ya walked out of school rubbing his sore shoulders. Mufflers had been waiting at the door in his sleek Chevy convertible. Tony, Al and delay were in the back seat.
”Come up, my dear little brother, and show you the world of adults!” Tony rubbed his hands excitedly.
”Please, I'm only sixteen years old.” Song Ya sat helplessly in the front seat.
”You look like you've got to be 20 years old!” The other three people laughed wildly and strangely.
”Have you grown tall again?” Tony reached out and touched his hair. ”I feel you're taller and stronger. Are you one meter eight?”