In the United States, counties are at a higher level than cities, and there are more than a dozen Montgomery counties in the United States. The one Ryan is going to is located in southeastern Pennsylvania. Its name is the same as that of the famous general in the Battle of El Alamein. It has nothing to do with it. The reason why it is called Montgomery County is to commemorate Charlie Montgomery who was killed in the Reading War.
Mr. Scott's farm is not big, only eleven acres. Perhaps because of the birth of his child, he gave it a very childlike name - Christmas Tree Farm!
"Hello, Mr. Scott, is this Mrs. Andrea?"
After getting out of the car, Ryan saw the manager waiting in front of the beautiful white wooden house. There was also a blond woman standing next to him.
"Ryan, welcome to the farm."
After introducing Pie Kingsley, Scott gently hugged the boy. He was a little emotional. The little boy who was not famous last year has now become a A true star.
This kind of all-wooden house is unique in Ryan's eyes, especially the strong country style, which is like a country folk song and will make people intoxicated.
"Wow, it's so cute!" When Ryan walked into the living room, the first thing he saw was the baby spitting bubbles in the stroller. "Can I go over and have a look?" "
Of course."
Ryan walked over Beside the stroller, he blinked his eyes, and the little guy opposite him actually imitated his example and blinked in the same way.
"Hi, honey, what's your name?" Ryan waved, this little guy has a pair of sapphire eyes.
"Ah...ah~" It's a pity that the little guy obviously can't speak yet.
Ryan could only scratch his head, looked to the other side, and asked, "Ms. Andrea, is this a young gentleman or a young lady? Have you given a name?" "
It's a girl."
"Oh." Ryan He responded, took out the gift he had prepared in advance, and stuffed a small red agate bracelet he bought in Canada into the little girl's hand, "Little guy, this is a gift from Uncle Ryan to you.
" Guigui, Scott had no intention of stopping him, and everyone laughed after hearing him say this.
The little girl didn't seem to appreciate it. The moment she got the red agate bracelet, she raised her hand lightly and threw it to the ground.
"Hey, Taylor, this is not how a lady should behave." Mrs. Andrea smiled, picked up the bracelet, and stuffed it into the corner of the stroller.
"Taylor? Our little lady's name is Taylor." One moment, Ryan was wondering why he had a middle name. The next moment, he blinked and looked at the manager who was talking to Kingsley. "Mr. Scott, I remember your last name is Swift, right?"
"Ryan, it hurts me so much when you say that." Scott seemed really hurt, "You can't even connect an investment agent. I don't even remember his name, my little celebrity star."
"Definitely not." Ryan laughed, thinking, is it really such a coincidence? But after some recollection, he felt that they should be inseparable. No wonder he always felt that Scott's name sounded familiar.
"Where's her full name?" Ryan asked pretending to be curious.
"Taylor Alison Swift." Mrs. Andrea replied.
That's right! Ryan sighed. He felt that the big hand of fate seemed to cover his sky. He was born in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania in 1989. His father was a stockbroker. His eyes were sapphire blue. He was 99.9% It was certain that the little girl less than one year old in front of her was the little country queen in her previous life.
Well, this is not surprising. Just like Nicole and Natalie, the stars they liked in their previous lives will always be inadvertently sent into their lives by the god of fate.
Little one, when you grow up, don't fall in love so much, or you will become the laughing stock of the whole world again. Ryan grabbed the little hand in front of him and shook it slightly.
Who knows, he annoyed the little guy this time. Taylor tilted his mouth, and two pearl beans rolled down his cheeks. Then, earth-shattering cries rang out, and Ryan was immediately at a loss.
"She must be hungry." Mrs. Andrea smiled and carried the little girl into another room.
Naturally, the next thing to talk about is investment. Ryan hardly uses much money now, and as the Red Empire is about to end, the US dollar will soon usher in a new round of depreciation, so it is better to invest it. , although he only remembered the names of a few stocks, under Scott's help, he absorbed a lot from the market. However, he had limited funds and could only do everything slowly.
Besides, his goal is not that. The investment is more to preserve value. Of course, if he can make more money, who would mind?
Although he also wants to be like the legend, turn his hands into clouds and rain, and buy shares of companies that are sure to rise sharply in the future from those consortiums and capitalists, but he has now integrated into Western society and is very clear. If you really come into contact with those people, you will definitely be eaten to pieces.
No matter what happens in the future, he can only start from the industry he is engaged in, so as not to become a rootless duckweed.
"Scott, haven't you considered coming to Los Angeles for development?" After talking about business, several people started chatting, and Ryan made a suggestion.
"We don't have any plans for the moment. Even if we move, we have to wait until Taylor grows up." Sturt looked at his wife and daughter in the room and showed a happy smile.
"If you want to move, would you give priority to Los Angeles? I think we can have more cooperation." The
beautiful pastoral scenery is always particularly attractive, and the Christmas tree farm is more like a farm playground than a farm. , it has the flavor of a farmhouse in the past life. The Scott family does not expect the income from the farm. The reason why they moved here is more because they want their daughter to have a beautiful and happy childhood.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, Ryan has also relaxed a lot. He occasionally goes to the farm to steal some carrots and harm some vegetables, which is also very interesting. Especially, this rural atmosphere gives him a lot of inspiration, and even some Once, it only took more than half an hour to create a complete song, leaving the Swift family stunned and learning more about the boy.
"Hey, Taylor, do you see it? This is the most beautiful hydrangea. Call me uncle. As long as you call me uncle, I will give it to you." Ryan held the purple hydrangea and dangled it in front of the little girl's cradle. Go, it's a pity that this little guy who can already call out his father and mother doesn't eat his pussy at all. He stares with blue eyes and doesn't open his mouth no matter what he says.
"Okay, dear, you win again." Ryan simply fixed the flower on the side of the cradle and took the acoustic guitar he brought, "Do you want to listen to a song?" "
Yeah... Yeah..."
Xiao The girl waved her hand. As for what she meant, sorry, Ryan couldn't guess.
The strings were gently plucked, and the sound of the guitar rang. The tune was very soothing. After the short prelude, the boy's increasingly mature singing voice came, "Kiss my baby, I want to cross the mountains and find the one who is already there." The missing sun, looking for the missing moon, kiss my baby..." The
light singing voice is full of warmth, and the melody is more soothing than the previous version. It has obviously been re-arranged, and as Ryan sings During the singing, the corners of the little guy's mouth in the cradle lifted up, and his watery eyes curled up.
"Wow~"
A loud cry rang out, which was louder than ever before. The Swifts rushed from the house to the courtyard, looking at Ryan who was helpless holding the guitar, half-smiling.
It had been two days, and they finally discovered that their daughter seemed to have a natural conflict with Ryan. As long as she stayed with him for a long time, she would definitely burst into tears, and if they took her away, she would immediately smile again.
"Is it that exaggerated? Is my singing difficult to hear?"
Ryan couldn't help but muttered as he saw the little guy's clouds suddenly turned sunny after he was taken away.
"No, no, Ryan, your singing is very beautiful." Scott gave him a thumbs up and asked in confusion, "What kind of song is this? Why have I never heard it before? Isn't it a Western language? "
It's a Chinese song." Ryan put the guitar up against the wall. "I'd better go riding with Pat. Goodbye, little Taylor."
After three days at the Christmas tree farm, Ryan returned to Los Angeles, " The filming of "Home Alone" has come to an end, and the few remaining shots only need to be completed in the studio. In his spare time, he also began to read the script of "Terminator 2" and ponder his own role.
Although the movie in his previous life left a deep impression on him, the script was not written by him after all. Ryan did not dare to be careless at all. This was Hollywood. As long as he messed up once, it would be exponentially more difficult to turn around in the future. What's more, he was about to face Yes, he is an out-and-out tyrant on the set. That guy will not be as patient as David Fincher and Chris Columbus, and he will definitely not show mercy just because he is a child.
"Is this your new movie? The sequel to "Terminator"?" During the break, Chris Columbus happened to see the script Ryan was reading.
"Yeah." The news that this movie will be launched has been spread for a long time, and Ryan doesn't mind. "It will probably be launched next month." "
I really don't know what to say."
Columbus The director sighed. During the more than a month of filming, Ryan's performance far exceeded his expectations. The filming progress was so fast, which had a lot to do with his good condition.
Ryan smiled, but didn't say anything. To be honest, this kind of funny movie for the sake of being funny left little room for him to play, but it is undeniable that this was a very pleasant experience, and it was more like A grand party, unlike The Sixth Sense, which made him feel so heavy.
Although Chris Columbus is not young, he has always maintained a childlike innocence. No wonder he was the best full-time film director in Hollywood in his previous life. ;