In the United States, the county seat is one level higher than the city, and Montgomery County is more than a dozen in the United States. The one Ryan is going to is located in the southeast of Pennsylvania. Its name has nothing to do with the famous general in the Battle of Alahman. The reason why it is called Montgomery County is to commemorate Charlie Montgomery who died in the War of Independence.

Mr. Scott's farm is not big, it only looks like eleven acres. Perhaps because of the birth of a child, he gave 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, and there was a blonde woman standing next to him.

"Ryan, welcome to the farm to visit."

After introducing Pie? Jinslie, Scott hugged the boy gently. He felt a little emotional. The little boy, who was not famous last year, has now become an absolute big star.

This kind of house with all-wood structure is unique in Ryan's eyes, especially the strong rural style, which is like a country folk song, which makes people unable to stop being 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 take a look?"

"sure."

Ryan walked to the stroller and blinked. The little guy opposite actually blinked as he was like him.

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

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

Ryan could only scratch his head, look to the other side, and asked, "Madam Andrea, is this a little gentleman or a little lady? Did he give it a name?"

"It's a girl."

"Oh." Ryan responded, took out the gift he had prepared in advance, and bought a bunch of red agate bracelets when he was in Canada, and stuffed them into the little girl's hand. "Little guy, this is the gift that Uncle Ryan gave you."

Things were not expensive, and Scott had no intention of stopping them. After hearing him say this, he laughed.

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

"Hey, Taylor, this is not a lady's performance." Mrs. Andrea smiled and picked up the bracelet and stuffed it into the corner of the stroller.

"Taylor? Our little lady is called Taylor." The moment before, Ryan was wondering why he gave a neutral name, and the next moment he blinked his eyes and looked at the manager who was talking to Jinsley, "Mr. Scott, I remember your last name is Swift, right?"

"Ryan, it hurts me so much." Scott seemed to be really hurt. "You won't even remember the name of the investment agent, my big star little gentleman."

"Definitely not." Ryan called out, thinking it was really such a coincidence. But after recalling it, he felt that it should be almost done. No wonder he always felt that Scott's name sounded familiar.

"Where is her full name?" Ryan asked pretending to be curious.

"Taylor Alison Swift." Mrs. Andrea replied.

That's right! Ryan sighed, feeling that the God of Fate's big hands seemed to be covering his sky. He was born in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania in 1989. His father was a stockbroker and his eyes were sapphire blue. He was determined by 99:9%. The little girl in front of him, who was less than one year old, was the little queen of the countryside in his previous life.

Well, there is nothing surprising about this. Just like Nicole and Natalie, the stars they like in their previous lives will always be accidentally sent to their lives by the God of Destiny.

Little guy, when you grow up, don’t have so many loves anymore, otherwise you will become a laughing stock in the whole world. Ryan grabbed the little hand in front of him and shook it gently.

Who knew that he annoyed the little guy this time. Taylor's mouth tilted, and two pearl beans rolled down his cheeks. Then, a shocking cry sounded, and Ryan was at a loss.

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

What we want to talk about next is naturally investment matters. Ryan has hardly used much money now. As the Red Empire is about to end, the US dollar will soon usher in a new round of depreciation. It is better to invest. Although he only remembers the names of a few stocks, under Scott's operation, he has absorbed a lot from the market, but his funds are limited, so he can only take things slowly.

Besides, his goal is not to be here. Investing is more about preserving value. Of course, if he can make more money, who would mind?

Although he also wanted to buy shares of companies that will definitely rise sharply in the future as the legendary said, as he did, as he did, and from those consortiums and capitalists, he has now integrated into Western society and is very clear that if he really contacted those people, he would definitely be eaten without even a little bit of residue left.

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

"Scott, have you not considered coming to Los Angeles to develop?" After saying the matter, several people started chatting, and Ryan made a suggestion.

"I don't have this plan for the time being. Even if I move, I have to wait until Taylor grows up." Stetter looked at his wife and daughter in the room and smiled happily.

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

The beautiful pastoral scenery is always particularly attractive. The Christmas tree farm is not so much a farm, but rather a farmhouse, which has a taste of a farm stay in the past. The Scott family did not expect the farm to live in the income. The reason why they moved here was more to give their daughter a beautiful and happy childhood.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, Ryan also let go a lot. Occasionally, he went to the farm to steal some carrots and harm some vegetables, which was also very interesting. In particular, this rural atmosphere gave him a lot of inspiration. Once, it took him more than half an hour to make a complete song, which made the Swifts family get more knowledge of the boy while stunned.

"Hey, Taylor, have you seen 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 swayed in front of the little girl's cradle. Unfortunately, this little guy who could call out his father and mother didn't eat his ** at all. He stared at his blue eyes and didn't open his mouth no matter how he said.

"Okay, my dear, you won again." Ryan simply fixed the flower to one side of the cradle and took the acoustic guitar he brought, "Do you want to listen to the song?"

"Ah...ah..."

The little girl waved her hand. As for what she wanted to express, 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 singing became more and more mature, "Kiss my baby, I want to cross the mountains, look for the missing sun, look for the missing moon, kiss my baby..."

The faint song was filled with warmth, and the tune was more soothing than the previous version. It was obviously re-edited. With Ryan's singing, the little guy in the cradle's mouth was pulled upwards, and his watery eyes were curved.

“Wow~”

The deafening cry sounded, which was never loud before. The Swifts rushed from the house to the courtyard, looking at Ryan, who was at a loss with his guitar, and smiled.

It has been two days since they discovered that their daughter seemed to be born with Ryan. As long as they were with him for a long time, they would definitely cry loudly, and take her away and immediately smile again.

"Is it that exaggerated? Is it so bad that I sing?"

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

"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? It's not a Western language, right?"

"It's a Chinese song." Ryan put the guitar on the wall, "I'd better find Pat to ride a horse. Goodbye, little Taylor."

After staying at the Christmas Tree Farm for three days, Ryan returned to Los Angeles. The filming of "Home Imperials" has come to an end. The remaining few shots only need to be completed in the studio. In his spare time, he also began to read the script of "Terminator 2" and figure out his role.

Although the movie in his previous life was impressive, the script was not from his own hands, and Ryan did not dare to be careless at all. This is Hollywood. If he messed up once, the difficulty of turning over will increase exponentially. What's more, he will face an absolute tyrant on the set. That guy won't be as patient as David Finch and Chris Columbus, and he will never show mercy just because he is a child.

"Is this your new drama? The sequel to "Terminator"?" During the break, Chris Columbus happened to see the script Ryan was reading.

"Yes." The news that the movie is about to start filming has been rumored for a long time, and Ryan didn't mind, "It's likely that it will start filming next month."

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

Director Columbus sighed. Over the past month of shooting, Ryan's performance has far exceeded his expectations. The shooting progress is so fast, which has a lot to do with his continued good condition.

Ryan smiled but said nothing. To be honest, this kind of movie that is funny for the sake of being funny has almost no room for him to play, but it is undeniable that it was a very pleasant experience. The film was filmed more like a grand party than it was when it was filmed, which made him feel as heavy as it was in "The Sixth Sense".
Chapter completed!