The next day, Song Ya went to BBC Channel 2 to record a TV talk show, which was also the only interview with a script on his trip to London, and it was recorded, so it went well, and Song Ya and Fergie and others performed Where Is The Love in their entirety in the BBC studio.

BBC Radio 1's radio program is similar, and the questions and answers between the host and him are relatively restrained, generally from his impression of the UK, the weather, the style of music, his life experience, and the song Where Is The Love, as well as the realistic background and mental journey of the song's creation.

"APLUS, DO YOU STILL MISS MIRA? You're the bad guy in her song, aren't you? ”

In the evening, at a local radio station in London, the interview host was not very honest and suddenly started to make trouble during the live broadcast.

"Uh......"

Song Ya pursed her lips, fortunately this is a radio program, otherwise the audience will definitely find that the smile on their faces is gone, "I can only say that we once had a good past, and that's enough." ”

"Don't mind talking about her? Especially when you recorded the song to De Klerk together. The radio host laughed: "I don't mean to offend, it's just that Mila is very popular in the UK." ”

Talking about this when playing the list is not intended to offend? Song Ya quickly adjusted her mentality, smiled and quipped, "She's more popular than me here?" ”

Both hosts laughed, "We all love her to De Klerk, and of course, that song is yours, and the last time she came to our interview, it was you who suggested she use a British accent when singing, right?" ”

"Pretty much, she's lived here before, and I thought it would be better for her to sing that song with a little accent from here." Song Ya replied, and then he seamlessly switched to the standard tone of a black hip-hop singer, frequently using simple phrases and modal words, in short, hum haha.

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

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

"Let's talk about your life before you became famous, the media in the United States said that you were entangled with gangs, is this really the case?"

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

"Can you talk about it in detail?"

"It's just very poor, and life is very hard."

"The part about the gang?"

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

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

"Yay."

"The first public performance was done by Barenboi's Chicago Orchestra, right?"

"yes, it's actually just a two-minute sketch."

"What do you think of Mr. Barenboy?"

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

"Do you know some of his previous stories?"

"I don't know much."

"For example, in terms of relationships, he was ...... in his early years"

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

"Then let's talk about the ubiquitous hints in the lyrics of some tracks on your album......"

After the interview was done, the relationship between the two sides was also over, Song Ya stood up, faced the host's outstretched hand, he touched his fist casually, and left the broadcast studio quickly without saying a word.

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

"Humph! A good old day? Fishie, who had already listened to the interview, clasped her hands on her chest, blocked the door of the room unhappily and began to look at him again.

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

Song Ya was not used to her this time, "I'm good enough for you, I have a point in my heart, OK?" He turned and walked into Taragi's room next to him, "Call the president of the British branch immediately, tomorrow's Q Magazine interview must communicate with us in advance about the questions to be asked, tell them, if you can't do it, I'll call Motula." ”

"Okay."

TARAGI FLIPPED OUT HIS ADDRESS BOOK AND IMMEDIATELY GOT TO WORK, "HELLO, I'M MR. APLUS'......"

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

Song Ya walked over.

"YES, MR. APLUS IS ANGRY BECAUSE OF THE ...... Radio Interview ......"

"Yes, tomorrow's Q...... Q Magazine must submit the interview in advance, otherwise it will ......"

The next day, Fergie knocked on the door early, pouting, with tears on her face, and after being let in by Taraghi, she stepped forward and grabbed the corner of Song Ya's clothes, shaking pitifully while muttering, "I was wrong, I can't apologize." ”

Song Ya ignored her, and during the day, they began to visit some of London's monuments under the guidance of the branch to accompany the BBC documentary shoot.

"Look, dear!"

Becky tried her best to please and talk about love throughout the whole process, and after her body grinding and rubbing to no avail, when she arrived at Buckingham Palace, she ran to the royal guard wearing a black high hat and red uniform, standing guard in a moving position, "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 shouted.

"Ahem, Miss Fergie, don't ......" The staff of the branch hurriedly went to pull her.

After she observed that Song Ya's gaze finally fell on her, she immediately began to twist her waist and throw her eyes, and bewitchingly stepped on the dance steps, walked to Song Ya's side like a little wild cat, and held her arm tightly, "Forgive me, okay." She pleaded.

Song Ya wanted to laugh a little, but she still kept her face strained.

The group went to visit Tower Bridge and other places in London.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down......" Becky looked at the two towering ancient bridge towers and sang softly in Song Ya's ear.

"What song?" Song Ya's heart moved, and he asked casually.

"The famous English nursery rhyme London Bridge is about to collapse, don't you know?" It is estimated that Fergie breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, her body tightened, and she continued to hum: "London bridge is falling down, my fair lady." Then he leaned into Song Ya's ear, "Has your bridge tower been erected?" ”

Song Ya was almost amused by her simple and crude puns, so she quickly rolled her eyes to cover up the past, put her hands in her pockets, and continued to drag her legs with the crowd.

There is only one good thing here, that is, there are not many fans, and most of the people around are tourists from all over the world, even if they recognize Song Ya, they politely come over to ask for autographs and group photos, and then they don't pester. The media is more annoying, the paparazzi are exactly the same as the United States, and even more annoying, they find an opportunity to come over and ask some bottomless questions, and they have tried to sneak into Song Ya's hotel room before.

In the afternoon, Q Magazine didn't do anything in the interview, and all the questions were submitted in advance, of course, so that the atmosphere of the chat between the two sides was relatively cold, but it finally made his mood better.

"Going to a music salon together in the evening? There is a home nearby that is famous. ”

The BBC's entourage invited: "It's a place frequented by the London music scene, we meet a lot of acquaintances, and it can also make the documentary a little richer. ”

Song Ya thought about it and agreed, it was not a good idea to play a big name in front of the BBC.

It's said it's a salon, but I didn't expect it to be similar to a nightclub, with wine, music, and men and women who keep shaking their bodies.

"Ali! Aren't you coming? Tony, who had just found a dance partner, yelled at him on the dance floor.

Song Ya smiled and waved at him to refuse, sitting on the sofa in the VIP semi-open private room, he was still lazy and had no energy, during the day in Tower Bridge, there seemed to be something in his mind, but he couldn't think of it, that feeling was very uncomfortable.

"Fergie has arrived!" Changing clothes, Phigi appeared on the dance floor with Taragi in her arms, and the two women in specially economical fabric skirts ignored the lustful gazes of the men on the dance floor, stared at themselves with hot and provocative eyes, twisted back to back all the way, and then tacitly separated in front of the wine table in front of the sofa, one left and one right, just like the two bridge towers during the day.

"Wait."

When the two were about to sit down next to Song Ya, they were stopped by him raising his hand.

Becky's tears suddenly burst into tears, "I hate you!" She turned around and ran onto the dance floor crying, and found a lucky one to dance face to face.

"Hey, APLUS, don't be so stingy as a big man." Taraghi also misunderstood.

When I come to the clubs， step aside

Pop the seats， don't be hating me in the line

. P because you know I gotta shine

I'm Fergie Ferg

And me love you long time

All my girls get down on the floor

Back to back drop it down real low

I'm such a lady but I'm dancing like a ho

'cause you know I don't give a fxxk

so here we go!

How come every time you come around

My London London Bridge wanna go down

Like London London London wanna go down

Like London London London be going down like

How come every time you come around

My London London Bridge wanna go down

Like London London London wanna go down

Like London London London be going down like