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

"Cassidy, your piano is beautiful." At the end of the song, the music teacher was very satisfied and praised Cassetti's violin.

"Thank you." Cassidy whispered thanks.

It is a handmade piano with a beautiful reddish-brown color and beautiful curves, and the unique matte of the body created by the years and the intricately decorated antique case declare its high 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 whispered, "The price is 3,800 dollars!" ”

"Really?" The students turned their attention to the piano.

"I don't know, it's my dad who gave me ......," Cassidi was a little proud.

"Wow, your dad is so good to you." The female classmates chattered.

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

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

Cassidy's father, the leader of the stormtrooper, Detective Vic McGee, was supposed to be working for Cook County Attorney Peter Frock last time, and he was right, the big guys don't just want to make friends, it's a two-way process.

He hired Peter's wife Alicia as Tony's defense lawyer, this kind of power and money transaction that can only be understood is not so simple to complete, and Peter also has to see whether he is worth helping. Vic came to the studio, but he didn't find any drugs, and he didn't find any written evidence that might endanger the Flocks, so he said 'Hello Peter' when he left, and it wasn't until that moment that he was considered to have passed the trust test of the big guys, or the big guys.

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

Song Ya only felt lucky, if there was a small black book in the safe, which recorded how much he paid to Alicia's lawyer, a merger and acquisition business for Alicia's law firm, or a few words about donating 100,000 yuan to Mrs. Underwood's charitable organization, I am afraid that Vic would stuff a bag of drugs into the safe with his backhand, and destroy the little black book on the spot by the way.

Then he will be caught in the endless trouble-making efforts of law enforcement, and Tony will naturally be finished.

"What's my business?" Cassidi didn't look back, and continued to carefully adjust the strings.

After being embarrassed last time, she seems to have lost interest in Song Ya.

"Vic, your daughter is you......"

Song Ya had an idea about her, and Detective Vic's warning before leaving made him very unhappy, "You asked me to stay away from your daughter, but I wanted to ...... Stuffed in......"

However, this cannot be done immediately, and now I am not strong enough to handle the wrath of the notorious stormtrooper captain.

Everything seems to be calm again, Song Ya goes to school, records songs, and goes home every day, her life is simple and regular, and the paparazzi who have been staring at him can't get any news, so she has to gradually disappear from his field of vision.

On the day Tony went to court, he still didn't go, it was like telling a lie, and then he could only keep covering it up with bigger and more lies, and his entanglement with Chicago politics became deeper and deeper, and everything was mainly low-key.

Aunt Susie took the whole family to accompany Tony to the courthouse, according to her, let the judge see our family and Connie's big belly, and the judge would definitely take pity on Tony and sentence Tony lightly.

Soon, though, Aunt Susie and the others returned, along with Tony.

The whole family was overjoyed, and Tony swept away the silence and sadness of these days, and the usual chatty brother was alive again.

"Hey! My good brother, how did you do that!? As soon as he got home, he hugged Song Ya and asked.

Goodman was the last to enter, "Don't ask that kind of question, Tony, and don't talk to anyone about it!" Lori, they can't either! He sternly warned.

"Okay, okay, I don't ask." Tony sat down next to Song Ya, "You know what? It was so, I was waiting, and suddenly a bailiff told me that I didn't have to go to court, OMG! No need to go to court! Ha ha! ”

Song Ya looked at Goodman.

"Alicia made a last-minute plea deal with the prosecution, so the trial was cancelled and Tony was sentenced to two years in prison, two years of supervised probation plus 400 hours of community service."

Goodman pulled Tony to face him, "Look me in the eye and listen, it's just probation, and you can't do any more offenses during probation, understand?" The prison gates are always open for you! In addition, supervising probation requires regular reporting to the supervising officer, and each of your community services must be completed in an orderly manner, so don't take it seriously! ”

"I know, Goodman, I'm going to report regularly, community service I know, it's just picking up trash or something, I'm not going to mess it up." Tony nodded frequently.

"I've said everything I need to say." Goodman reclined down on the couch.

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

"When this is over, you can follow me, and don't go to little Lori and them." He said solemnly: "I also need help, and you have too much fun with them, there are many emergencies in nightclubs and bars, you are now a person with a criminal record, if you commit another crime, no one can help you." ”

"Don't be like this......

Tony's face was full of embarrassment, "I'm your brother, let me decide my own affairs, okay?" ”

"Why did you do this by yourself? By little Lowry? They can't even bail you out. Song Ya asked.

"They also hired a well-known lawyer......

Tony whispered: "And we drew lots to decide the guilt, I drew the first one, I didn't say it, I confessed." If you let me not talk to little Lori now, isn't it equivalent to my guilt? If I commit another crime in the future, it won't be my turn to take the blame, it's okay. ”

"No ......"

Song Ya was annoyed by his strange logic, "It's equivalent to saying that you are guilty, and then it would be too much of a loss if you didn't continue to follow Xiao Lori, right?" ”

“Yep！”

“FXXXYOU！ You're still up......" Song Ya stared at him coldly.

Tony hung his head in disappointment, "Little Lowry and I are brothers, ...... Ali"

"Whatever you want!" Song Ya lost the last patience.

On February 15th, the tailor's dress arrived, and the Remember the Name's semi-finished master tape had been recorded, and it was time to leave for New York.

The car slowly drove to a community on the edge of Lake Michigan, where several high-rise buildings formed a dead end of the wind because of poor design, and small plastic bags of various colors were blown here and quickly accumulated into a mountain.

Song Ya saw Tony's big man from a distance, and he was cleaning up with some half-sized people with huge black bags. There are few active workers in this kind of community service, all of them are grinding foreign workers, everyone seems to be in slow motion, one bag after another slowly pulls into the black bag, and a supervisor stands by and watches, and does not bother to urge.

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

"Look."

Following the direction of his finger, Song Ya saw Little Lowry's Chevrolet convertible.

Little Lori jumped out of the car with the 'silencer' and walked to Tony's side, while AK approached the overseer, handed him a cigarette, and then didn't know what to stuff in the other's pocket, and the two happily hugged each other and laughed.

"Hey! You're doing your job too slowly, Tony! Be diligent! Little Lowry shouted with a smile.

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

"Nonsense, of course, we're brothers, right?" Lowry Jr. punched him in the chest.

"Yay!" Tony dodged with a punch and then returned a punch.

The 'silencer' then joined the 'war band', and the three of them giggled and played around with the golden sunset and plastic bags flying in the sky.

"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 the hell is in their heads......"

"They are not the same kind of person as you, you can't understand them, and maybe they can't understand you." Hayden said.

"So be it." Song Ya shook his head, "Let's drive, Hayden, we'll be very busy when we get to New York......"