Chapter 29: The Discovery on the Farm

  In the United States, a county seat is higher than a city. Montgomery County has more than a dozen in the country. The one Ryan is going to is located in southeastern Pennsylvania. Its name has nothing to do with the famous general of El Alamein. It was named after Richard Montgomery, who died in battle during the American Revolutionary War.

  Mr. Scott's farm was not very large, only about eleven acres, and perhaps because of the birth of his children, he took a very playful name - Christmas Tree Farm!

  "Hello, Mr. Scott, is this Mrs. Andrea?"

  As soon as Ryan got out of the car, he saw the manager standing in front of a beautiful white wooden house, with a blonde woman standing next to him.

  "Ryan, welcome to play on the farm."

  After introducing Paige, Scott gave the boy a gentle hug, getting a little sentimental about how far he'd come from being a relatively unknown kid last year to becoming a full-fledged superstar.

  This all-wood structure house, in Rye's eyes, is particularly distinctive, especially that strong rural style, just like a rural folk song, will make people infatuated.

  "Wow, so cute!" Walking into the living room, Ryan's first sight was a baby spitting bubbles in a stroller. "Can I go take a look?"

  "Of course."

  Ryan walked up to the stroller and blinked his eyes. To his surprise, the little guy in front of him imitated him and also blinked his eyes.

  "Hi, dear, what's your name?" Ryan waved his hand, this little guy had a pair of blue sapphire-like eyes.

  "Ah...... yeah~" What a pity, the little guy obviously can't speak yet.

  Ryan could only scratch his head and look to the side, asking, "Mrs. Andrea, is this a young gentleman or a young lady? Has it been named yet?"

  It's a girl.

  "Oh." Ryan responded, taking out a gift he had prepared in advance, a string of red agate small bracelets bought in Canada, and stuffed it into the little girl's hand. "Little one, this is Uncle Ryan's gift to you."

  The thing wasn't expensive, and Scott didn't mean to stop him either. After hearing what he said, they all burst out laughing.

  The little girl seemed ungrateful. The moment she got the red agate bracelet, her small hand lightly tossed it to the ground.

  "Hey Taylor, this isn't exactly ladylike behavior." Mrs. Andrea smiled as she picked up the chain and tucked it into a corner of the stroller.

  "Taylor? Our little lady's name is Taylor?" Just a moment ago, Ryan was wondering why he had a neutral name, and the next moment he blinked his eyes to look at Manager Scott who was talking to Jin Silie, "Mr. Scott, I remember your surname is Swift, right?"

  "Ryan, that really hurts," Scott seemed genuinely wounded. "You can't even remember the name of your investment broker, my superstar little man."

  "Definitely won't." Ryan chuckled to himself, thinking it was really that coincidental? But after recalling for a while, he felt that it should be about 80% or 90%, and it's no wonder he always thought Scott's name sounded familiar.

  "What's her full name?" Ryan asked with feigned curiosity.

  "Taylor Alison Swift." Mrs. Andrea replied.

  That's it! Ryan sighed, feeling as if the hand of fate had enveloped his sky. Born in 1989 in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, his father was a stockbroker, and his eyes were sapphire blue. He was 99.9% certain that the little girl in front of him, who was less than a year old, was the reincarnation of the country's little heavenly queen.

  It's no surprise, just like Nicole and Natalie, the stars you liked in your past life will always be sent into your life by the god of fate.

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

  Who knew, he had just provoked the little guy. Taylor's mouth twitched and two pearl-like tears rolled down his cheeks, followed by an earth-shattering wail. Ryan was instantly at a loss for what to do.

  "She must be hungry." Mrs. Andreia smiled and took the little girl into another room.

  Next, naturally, is the matter of investment. Ryan hardly spends much money now, and with the Red Empire soon to be finished, the dollar will soon usher in a new round of devaluation. It's better to invest it out. Although he only remembers the names of a few stocks, under Scott's operation, he has absorbed quite a bit from the market. He is limited by his funds, so everything can only come slowly.

  Besides, his goal is not here, and investing more is for preserving value. Of course, if he can make some extra money, who would mind?

  Although he also wanted to, as in the legend, turn his hand into clouds and cover his hand with rain, buy shares of companies that will definitely rise in value from those financial groups and capitalists, but now he has integrated into Western society, very clear, if really contact those people, absolutely will be eaten without leaving any residue.

  Even if it's going to be like that in the future, it can only start from the industry he is engaged in, otherwise it will become a rootless duckweed.

  "Scott, have you ever thought of coming to Los Angeles for development?" After finishing the main topic, several people started chatting and Ryan made a suggestion.

  "For now, there's no such plan, even if we move house, it'll have to wait until Tyler grows up a bit more." Stuart looked at his wife and daughter in the room, revealing a happy smile.

  "If you're going to move, would Los Angeles be a good choice? I think we could have more collaborations."

  The beautiful rural scenery is always particularly attractive, and the Christmas tree farm is more like a farmhouse playground than a farm. It has a bit of a rustic flavor to it. The Scott family doesn't rely on the farm's income for their livelihood, so they moved here mainly to give their daughter a happy childhood.

  Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, Rayn also relaxed a lot, occasionally sneaking into the farm to steal some carrots, causing trouble with the vegetables, and having a great time. Especially in this rural atmosphere, he gained a lot of inspiration, and even once, he created a complete song in just over half an hour, leaving the Swift family stunned and gaining a deeper understanding of the boy.

  "Hey, Tyler, look at this, it's the most beautiful hydrangea. Call me uncle and I'll give you one." Ryan waved a purple hydrangea in front of the little girl's cradle, but unfortunately, this little thing who could already shout out "daddy" and "mommy", didn't take his bait at all, staring at him with her blue eyes, no matter what he said, she wouldn't open her mouth.

  "Alright, dear, you win again." Ryan promptly secured the flower to one side of the crib and picked up the wooden guitar he had brought along, "Want to hear a song?"

  "Ah...... Ah......"

  The little girl waved her hand, but as for what she wanted to express, sorry, Ryan couldn't guess.

  Softly plucked the guitar strings, and the sound of the guitar rang out. The melody was very soothing. After a brief prelude, the boy's voice grew more mature, "Kiss my baby, I want to cross over high mountains, searching for the lost sun, searching for the lost moon, kiss my baby..."

  The soft singing voice was filled with warmth, the melody was more soothing than the previous version, and it was obviously re-composed. As Rhine's singing voice accompanied, the little guy in the cradle raised the corners of his mouth, and his watery eyes curved into a smile.

  "Wow!"

  A deafening wail rose, louder than ever before. The Swifts rushed out of the house into the yard, looking at Ryan who was holding his guitar and seemed to be at a loss, with an ambiguous smile.

  It's been two days, and they've discovered that their daughter seems to be naturally incompatible with Ryan. As soon as she spends more time with him, she'll definitely burst into loud wails, but when he picks her up, she'll immediately smile again.

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

  After being hugged and taken away, the little guy immediately changed from cloudy to sunny. Ryan couldn't help but mutter to himself.

  "No, no, Ryan, your singing is wonderful." Scott gave him a thumbs up and asked in confusion, "What song is this? I've never heard it before. Is it not a Western language?"

  "It's a Chinese song." Ryan leaned his guitar against the wall. "I'll go find Pete to ride with instead, see you later, little Taylor."

  After spending three days at the Christmas tree farm, Ryan returned to Los Angeles. Filming for Home Alone was almost over, with only a few remaining scenes left to be completed in the studio. In his spare time, he also began reading the script for Terminator 2 and thinking about his role.

  Although the previous film left a deep impression, the script was not written by himself after all. Ryan didn't dare to be careless at all. This is Hollywood, and if he messed up once, it would be much harder for him to turn over in the future. Moreover, he will face a ruthless tyrant on set, who won't be as patient as David Fincher or Chris Columbus, nor will he show mercy just because Ryan is a kid.

  "Is this your new script? The Terminator sequel?" Chris Columbus said, catching Ryan reading the script during a break.

  "Yes." The news that the film is about to start shooting has been circulating for a while, and Ryan doesn't mind, "It's likely to start next month."

  "I really don't know what to say."

  Director Columbus sighed, and in the past month of shooting, Ryan's performance far exceeded his expectations. The progress of the shoot was so fast that it had a lot to do with him maintaining a good state all along.

  Ryan smiled, but didn't say anything. To be honest, this kind of comedy film that is funny for the sake of being funny left him little room to perform, but it can't be denied that it was a very pleasant experience. The filming process felt more like a grand party than a heavy burden like "The Sixth Sense".

  And Chris Columbus, although he's no longer young, has always maintained a childlike heart, which is why in his past life he was always Hollywood's best all-around film director.