Rebirth In Hollywood

In the United States, the county seat is higher than the city, and there are more than a dozen Montgomery County in the United States. The one Ryan is going to is located in southeastern Pennsylvania, and its name is the same as that of the famous general in the Battle of El Alamein. It doesn't matter, it's called Montgomery County in honor of Charles Montgomery, who was killed in the Revolutionary War.

Mr. Scott's farm is not big, only eleven acres, maybe because of the birth of the child, he took a very childish 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, with a blonde woman standing beside him.

"Ryan, welcome to the farm."

After introducing Pie Kingsley again, Scott hugged the boy gently. He felt a little emotional. The little boy who was not well-known last year has now become an out-and-out big star.

This kind of all-wood structure house is unique in the eyes of boys, especially the strong country style, like a country folk song, which will make people irresistibly intoxicated.

"Wow, so cute!" When he walked into the living room, the first thing Ryan saw was the baby in the stroller who was spitting bubbles, "Can I come over and take a look?"

"sure."

The boy walked to the stroller and blinked, and the little guy on the opposite side even followed his example and blinked as well.

"Hi, dear, what's your name?" Ryan beckoned, the little guy with sapphire eyes.

"Ah... ah~" It's a pity, the little guy obviously can't speak yet.

Ryan could only scratch his head, looked to the other side, and asked, "Mrs. Andrea, is this a little gentleman or a little lady? Did you name it?"

"It's a girl."

"Oh." The boy replied, took out the gift he had prepared in advance, a small red agate bracelet bought in Canada, and stuffed it into the little girl's hand, "Little guy, this is a gift from Uncle Ryan for you. ."

The thing is not precious, and Scott didn't mean to stop it. After hearing him say this, they all laughed.

The little girl didn't seem to appreciate it. At the moment when the red agate bracelet was started, she raised her little hand and threw it on the ground.

"Hey, Tyler, this is not what a lady should behave." Mrs. Andrea picked up the bracelet with a smile and stuffed it into the corner of the stroller.

"Taylor? Our little lady was originally called Taylor." One moment Ryan was still wondering why he had given a neutral name, and the next moment he stared at the manager who was talking to Kingsley, "Mr. Scott, I remember your last name is Swift, right?"

"Ryan, it hurts me so much to say that." Scott seemed really hurt. "You can't even remember the name of the investment agent, my big star, Mr. Little."

"Definitely not." Ryan snorted, thinking that it would be such a coincidence? But after some recollection, he felt that he should be inseparable, and it was no wonder that he always felt that Scott's name was familiar.

"Where's her full name?" the boy asked, pretending to be curious.

"Taylor Allison Swift," replied Mrs. Andrea.

That's right! Ryan sighed, he felt the big hand of the god of fate seemed to cover his sky,

Born in Pennsylvania in 1989, his father was a stockbroker and his eyes were sapphire blue. He was 99.9% sure that the little girl who was less than one year old in front of him was the little country queen in his previous life.

Well, this is not surprising, just like Nicole and Natalie, the stars that they liked in their previous lives are always inadvertently sent into their lives by the god of fate.

Little guy, when you grow up, don't fall in love so much, or you will become the laughing stock of the world again. Ryan grabbed the small hand in front of him and shook it gently.

Who knows, he annoyed the little guy this time, Taylor's mouth crooked, two pearl beans rolled down his cheeks, and then, the earth-shattering cry sounded, and Ryan was at a loss.

"She should be hungry." Mrs. Andrea smiled and carried the little girl into another room.

The next thing to talk about is investment. Ryan hardly uses much money now, and as the red empire is about to end, the dollar will soon usher in a new round of depreciation, so it is better to invest it , although he only remembers the names of a few stocks, but under Scott's operation, he has absorbed a lot from the market, but his funds are limited, and everything can only be done slowly.

Besides, his goal is not on this. The investment is more for the preservation of value. Of course, if he can make more money, who would mind?

Although he also really wanted to turn his hand into the cloud and turn his hand into the rain, as in the legend, and buy shares in companies that will definitely rise 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 and not even a bit of scum will be left.

No matter what happens in the future, it can only start from the industry he is engaged in, so that he will not become a rootless duckweed.

"Scott, haven't you considered coming to Los Angeles for development?" After talking about business, a few people started chatting, and Ryan made a suggestion.

"There is no such plan for the time being. Even if we move, we will have to wait until Taylor grows up." Stet looked at his wife and daughter in the room and smiled happily.

"If you're moving, should you prioritize Los Angeles? I think we can have more cooperation."

The beautiful pastoral scenery is always attractive. The Christmas tree farm is not so much a farm as it is a farmhouse playground. Here, it is more to want my daughter to have a good and happy childhood.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, Ryan has also let go a lot. Occasionally going to the farm to steal some carrots and scourge some vegetables is also interesting. In particular, this kind of rural atmosphere has given him a lot of inspiration. Once, it only took more than half an hour to make a complete tune, which made the Swift family know more about the boy while stunned.

"Hey, Tyler, see, this is the most beautiful hydrangea, call me uncle, as long as you call me uncle, I'll give it to you." Ryan held the purple hydrangea and dangled 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 temptation at all, stares with blue eyes, and doesn't open his mouth no matter what he says.

"Okay, dear, you won again." The boy simply fixed the flower to one side of the cradle and took the acoustic guitar he brought, "Would you like to listen to music?"

"Yeah...yeah..."

The little girl waved her hand. As for what she meant, sorry, Ryan couldn't guess.

Gently plucked the strings, the guitar sounded, and the tune was very soothing. After the short prelude, the boy's voice became more and more mature, "Kiss my baby, I'm going to cross the mountain and find the The missing sun, looking for the missing moon, kissing my baby..."

The faint singing is full of warmth, and the tune is more soothing than the previous version. It has obviously been re-arranged, and with the boy's singing, the corner of the little guy in the cradle is pulled upwards, and the watery eyes are curved.

"Wow~"

The thunderous cry sounded, it was louder than ever before, and the Swifts rushed from the house to the courtyard, looking at the bewildered boy holding the guitar, smiling half-smiles.

It has been two days, and they have found out that their daughter seems to be at odds with Ryan. As long as they get along with him for a long time, they will definitely cry, but if they take her away, they will immediately smile again.

"Is it that exaggerated? Did I sing badly?"

Seeing that after taking him away, the little guy immediately turned cloudy and sunny, and Ryan couldn't help muttering.

"No, no, Ryan, your singing is very beautiful." Scott gave him a thumbs up and asked in confusion, "What song is this, how come I've never heard it before, isn't it a Western language? "

"It's a Chinese song." The boy put the guitar against the wall. "I'd better go on a horse with Pat. Goodbye, little Taylor."

After three days at the Christmas tree farm, Ryan returned to Los Angeles. The shooting of "Home Alone" had come to an end, and the few remaining shots only needed to be completed in the studio. In his spare time, he also began to read "Endgame". Writer 2", and pondered my role.

Although the movie in the previous life was impressive, the script did not come from his own hands after all. Ryan didn't dare to be careless. This is Hollywood. As long as you screw up once, the difficulty of turning over in the future will increase exponentially, not to mention, he will face Right, but a true studio tyrant, and that guy isn't as patient as David Fincher and Chris Columbus, and he's definitely not going to show mercy just because he's a kid.

"Is this your new show? A sequel to Terminator?" During the break, Chris Columbus happened to see the script the boy was reading.

"Yeah." The news that the movie is about to start has long been rumored, and the boy doesn't mind, "It's likely to start next month."

"I really don't know what to say."

Director Columbus sighed. The boy's performance has far exceeded his expectations in the past month of filming. The filming progress is so fast, which has a lot to do with his maintaining a good state.

Ryan smiled but didn't say anything. To be honest, this kind of movie that is funny for the sake of being funny doesn't have much room for him to play, but it is undeniable that it was a very pleasant experience, and the filming was more like A big party, not as heavy as The Sixth Sense.

And although Chris Columbus is not young, he has always maintained a childlike innocence. It is no wonder that in his previous life, he has always been the best year-round film director in Hollywood.