In the United States, county governance is one level higher than the city, and Montgomery County has more than a dozen in the United States, and the one Ryan is going to is located in southeastern Pennsylvania, and its name has nothing to do with the famous general in the Battle of El Alamein. Montgomery.

Mr. Scott's farm is not very large, only eleven acres in size, and perhaps because of the birth of a child, he has chosen a very childlike name - Christmas Tree Farm!

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

As he got out of the car, Ryan saw the manager waiting in front of the beautiful white wooden house, and next to him stood a blonde woman.

"Ryan, welcome to the farm."

Introduced pie again? After Kinsley, Scott gently hugged the boy, and he sighed a little that the little boy who was not famous last year has now become an out-and-out big star.

This kind of all-timber house is unique in Ryan's eyes, especially the strong country style, like a country ballad, which will make people can't stop intoxicating.

"Wow, that's so cute!" Walking into the living room, the first thing Ryan saw was the baby in the stroller spitting bubbles, "Can I go over and have a look?" ”

"Absolutely."

Ryan walked over to the stroller and blinked, and the little guy opposite him 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 that the little guy obviously can't speak yet.

Ryan could only scratch his head, look to the other side, and ask, "Lady Andrea, is this a little gentleman or a little lady?" Have you got a name? ”

"It's a girl."

"Oh." Ryan answered, took out a string of small red agate bracelets that he had prepared in advance and bought when he was in Canada, and stuffed them into the little girl's hand, "Little one, this is a gift from Uncle Ryan to you." ”

The thing was not precious, and Scott had no intention of stopping it, and they all laughed when they heard him say this.

The little girl didn't seem to appreciate it, and the moment she got the red agate bracelet, her little hand was raised lightly and thrown on the ground.

"Hey, Taylor, that's not what a lady should be." Madame Andrea smiled and picked up the bracelet and stuffed it into the corner of the stroller.

"Taylor? Our little lady's name turned out to be Taylor. One moment Ryan was still wondering if Weishenme had given a neutral name, and the next moment he stared at Mr. Manager who was talking to Kinsley, "Mr. Scott, I remember your last name was Swift, right?" ”

"Ryan, it's so sad for me to say that." Scott seemed genuinely hurt, "You can't even remember the name of the investment agent, my big star Mr. Little. ”

"Definitely not." Ryan snorted, and said that it could really be such a coincidence? However, after recalling it, he felt that it should be eight or nine, and it was no wonder that he always felt that Scott's name was familiar.

"Where's her full name?" Ryan asked, feigning curiosity.

"Taylor? Alison? Swift. Mrs. Andrea replied.

That's right! Ryan sighed, he felt that the big hand of the god of fate seemed to cover his sky, born in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania in 1989, his father was a stockbroker, his eyes were sapphire blue, he was 99.9% sure that the little girl in front of him was less than a year old was the little country diva in his previous life.

Well, it's 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 guy, when you grow up, don't fall in love so much, otherwise you will become the laughing stock of Quan Shijie again. Ryan grabbed the small hand in front of him and shook it slightly.

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

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

The next thing to talk about is naturally the investment aspect, Ryan has almost no place to use too much money now, and with the red empire coming to an end, the dollar will soon usher in a new round of depreciation, it is better to invest it, although he only remembers the names of a few stocks, but under Scott's operation, a lot of money has been absorbed from the market, but he has limited funds, and everything can only be done slowly.

Besides, his goal is not on this, the investment is more to preserve value, of course, if he can make more money, who would mind?

Although he also wants to turn his hands into clouds and rain as the legend says, and buy shares in companies that will definitely rise sharply in the future from those consortia and capitalists, he has now integrated into Western society and knows very well that if he really comes into contact with those people, he will definitely be eaten and there will be no scum left.

Even if it happens in the future, it can only start with the industry he is engaged in, so that he will not become a rootless duckweed.

"Scott, haven't you considered coming to Los Angeles to develop?" With business done, a few people started chatting, and Ryan made a suggestion.

"I don't have this plan for the time being, even if I move, I will have to wait until Taylor is older." Stett looked at his wife and daughter in the room and smiled happily.

"If you're moving, give Los Angeles a priority, okay? I think we can have more collaboration. ”

The beautiful rural scenery is always very attractive, Christmas Tree Farm is not so much a farm as a farm playground, quite a bit of a previous life farmhouse taste, the Scott family does not expect the income from the farm to live, the reason why they moved here, more to let their daughter have a good and happy childhood.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, Ryan also let go a lot, occasionally going to the farm to steal some carrots and scourge some vegetables, which is also very interesting, especially, this rural atmosphere, let him have a lot of inspiration, and even once, it only took more than half an hour to make a complete tune, so that the Swift family was stunned at the same time, and at the same time, they learned more about the boy.

"Hey, Taylor, 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, but it was a pity that the little one, who could already call out to Daddy and Mom, did not eat his temptation at all, stared at the blue eyes, and did not open his mouth for anything.

"Well, honey, you've won 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 the song?" ”

"Yike...... Yikes......"

The little girl waved her hand, and as for what she was trying to say, sorry, Ryan couldn't guess.

The strings were plucked slightly, the sound of the guitar sounded, the tune was very soothing, and after a short prelude, it was the boy's more and more mature singing, "Kiss my baby, I will cross the mountains, find the missing sun, find the missing moon, kiss my baby......"

The faint singing voice was full of warmth, the tune was more soothing than the version in the previous life, and it was obviously re-arranged, and with Ryan's singing, the corners of the little guy's mouth in the cradle were pulled up, and his watery eyes were crooked.

"Wow~"

The earth-shattering cry rang out, loud as it had never been before, and the Swifts hurried out of the house into the courtyard, smiling at the boy holding the guitar at a loss.

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

"Is that an exaggeration? Am I singing badly? ”

After watching the little guy take it away, it was immediately cloudy and clear, and Ryan couldn't help but mutter.

"No, no, Ryan, you have a very beautiful singing voice." Scott gave him a thumbs up and asked puzzledly, "What kind of song is this, why have I never heard it, it's not a Western language, right?" ”

"It's a Chinese song." The boy put his guitar up against the wall, "I'd better get Pat to ride, Zaijian, little Taylor." ”

After three days at the Christmas Tree Farm, Ryan returned to Los Angeles, where the filming of Home Alone was coming to an end, and the few remaining shots had to be completed in the studio, and in his spare time, he began to read the script of "Terminator 2" and ponder his role.

Although the movie in his previous life was impressive, but the script was not from his own hands after all, Ryan didn't dare to be careless, this is Hollywood, as long as he messes up once, the difficulty of turning over in the future will increase exponentially, not to mention, he will face an out-and-out tyrant on the set, that guy won't be like David? Finch and Chris? Columbus was so patient that he would never show mercy to him because he was a child.

"Is this your new play? A sequel to Terminator? "On break, Chris? Columbus happened to see the script Ryan was reading.

"yes." The news that this movie is going to start has long been rumored, and Ryan doesn't mind, "It's likely that it will start next month." ”

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

Director Columbus sighed, in the past month or so of filming, Ryan's performance has far exceeded his expectations, and the fact that the filming progress is so fast has a lot to do with the fact that he has always maintained a good state.

Ryan smiled, but didn't say anything, to be honest, this kind of movie for the sake of being funny, there was very little room for him to play, but it was undeniably a very pleasant experience, and the film was shot more like a big party than "The Sixth Sense", which made him feel so heavy.

And Chris? Although Columbus is not young, he has always maintained a childlike heart, and it is no wonder that in his previous life, he was the best film director in Hollywood throughout the year.