Rebirth In Hollywood

The ding ding dong dong sound of the piano kept sounding. Ryan was sitting by the grand piano in the living room. His slender fingers were like raindrops outside the villa. Like a cloud and flowing water, it floated out of the living room and passed into the rain curtain.

When the last note fell, Ryan left the keys with both hands and began to reflect on what he had just played. When he went out, he would carry a guitar with him for his usual practice, but he couldn't carry the piano. After a long time, the technique Inevitably there will be rustling.

"Not nice!"

On the sofa in the living room, the little girl's clear coquettish rebuke sounded, and then Tyler's fluffy blond hair, like a young Simba, stuck out his small head, "Ryan, I... I want to listen to the guitar, Don't like...the piano!"

"Hey dear, the piano is the king of instruments..."

Ryan only said one sentence, then closed his mouth and said this to a little girl who was almost three years old. Didn't he play the piano to the cow?

"But...you said, guitar...guitar is the prince of musical instruments!" Taylor has a good memory, and he still remembers what Ryan said casually before.

"I want to listen to you play the guitar..." The little girl's mouth twitched, this is an invincible ultimate move, as long as the golden beans fall, the people around can only surrender obediently.

"Okay, okay." Ryan has no choice. For the privileged class, they don't consider other people's feelings. "Don't cry, I'll play it right away~"

After taking the guitar on the other side, Ryan simply walked back to the sofa and sat beside Taylor, playing simple and lively music. While coaxing the child to be happy, he could only secretly sigh.

In March of this year, the Swifts welcomed their second child, a little boy named Austin, who is often plagued by viruses compared to Taylor's healthy and lively.

In order to avoid the spread of the virus among young children from invading their daughters, the Swifts often send Taylor here whenever their sons are sick. Even if Nicole or Ryan are not at home, there is a special housekeeper here. and servants to take care of her.

It is worth mentioning that, perhaps because of living in London for two years, Nicole Kidman has been infected with many British habits. Since entering the ranks of Hollywood's first-class actresses, she has specially invited a housekeeper Li Li. Sha Lai takes care of the chores in the villa. Even if the villa is not big and she has to pay a lot of money every month, she can devote all her energy to her acting career.

"Ryan, can you... teach... me to play guitar?" Tyler's blue eyes sparkled, clearly enjoying the instrument.

"Okay, but I'll wait until you grow up." Ryan put the guitar aside and took a look at Tyler's little hand. Teaching such a young child to learn an instrument would be a crime.

"Older?" Tyler's mouth pouted, "Why should it be bigger, Mom and Dad always have to wait for me to be older, I'm an adult now!"

This girl is usually not very fluent in speaking, but when she is anxious and angry, her words will be very smooth, like a barrage of cannons... Well, she has a somewhat grown-up demeanor.

Ryan has a headache. Taking care of the children is really a chore. If he knew it would be better to go to Disney.

"Dear, you will hurt your fingers when you start studying now. Look, you don't want your fingers to become like me, do you?" Ryan had no choice but to stretch out his hand and come to speak.

The slender hands are as delicate as carved from marble,

No matter how you look at it, it is a pair of artist's hands, but when he turned his palms over, there were thin calluses all over his fingers and palms, these are the traces left by years of practice.

Music alone is not enough, just look at these hands, you can understand how hard Ryan has put in over the years.

Tyler looked at his little white and tender hand, touched Ryan's rough fingers again, and closed his mouth in an extremely rare way, "Then... well, Ryan, wait... grow up... some, let's go ...to see the rain..."

Carrying the little girl's special chair, the two came to the terrace on the second floor and admired Los Angeles in the rain.

This year's weather has been a little uncharacteristic, with LA's dry and drier summer, which has been raining for almost two days now, and appears to be related to a storm at sea.

Ryan has contacted Nicole, the storm on the Hawaiian side has stopped, even in the violent storm, the "Jurassic Park" crew has not stopped filming, it is said that Katherine Kennedy and Steven Spielberg were incarnate Become a male and female tyrannosaurus, driving the whole crew crazy.

In the previous life, "Jurassic Park" changed the pattern of the entire world film industry. European films fell further into the abyss. Another world-class film factory, Hong Kong films, began to collapse. When the Titanic sailed out of Southampton Harbor, Hong Kong films could only go to decline.

Of course, even if there is no "Jurassic Park", Hong Kong movies will still decline under the constant impact of Hollywood blockbusters. Under the background of large investment, large production and rapid changes in film technology, there are many factors such as geographical restrictions and too narrow audience. , making the collapse of Hong Kong movies inevitable.

If they want to change this situation, they can only open up the market in the north. It is a pity that Hong Kong films of this era, like Hollywood films, are restricted foreign products to the north.

In the past life, if Hong Kong films did not go north, Hong Kong films would have become even more declining.

The pattering rain fell on and off for three or four days, bringing a rare coolness to the hot city of angels. After more than a week, Ryan finally completed "Scream" and made an appointment with Drew Barrymore Meeting time, out of Beverly Hills.

Since George was on leave, Ryan had to call for a taxi.

After getting out of the car and taking a breath of fresh air after the rain, Ryan only felt refreshed. The nervous breakdown that was almost tossed out by watching the children these days seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant.

Infants and young children are indeed the most terrifying existences in this world. Usually, they are fine. If they don't agree with them and floods flood, it can really make a person's head become two big.

Thinking of the little girl who started to have sharp teeth and sharp lips, Ryan felt that it would be better for him to stay away from her. If she was written into a song in the future, it would really become a big teacup.

"Guess who I am!" A hand suddenly covered his eyes, and then a girl's pretentious voice came into his ears.

"Okay, Drew, is it fun?" Ryan didn't need to guess who it was, and he broke free easily.

"Hey, that's boring, where's your sense of humor, Ryan? You don't know how to cooperate at all." The person walking behind him was none other than Drew Barrymore. "It's been a long time since I saw you, you seem to be growing taller again, Ryan."

Having said that, Drew Barrymore also came to him, wearing high heels just flush with Ryan.

"You've grown up, little handsome guy." Drew's old problem was repeated, and a hand unconsciously touched Ryan's chin.

"Dru!" Ryan grabbed her hand and threw it back, giving her a stern look.

Who knows, this guy is not restrained at all, laughing and laughing, "It's rare for a beautiful woman like me to come to your door to give you sex, what do you have to complain about, Ryan?"

Beauty? Ryan looked at her up and down, wrapped in a white sleeveless T-shirt and purposely distressed denim shorts, the girl's figure was fully revealed, and there was a sweet smile on a lovable baby face.

Not only is the place that should be convex convex, but the place that should be warped is warped, and the figure is not as big and three as later.

Maybe in the eyes of Westerners, Drew is a sexy stunner, but in Ryan's view, she is not ugly at best, and there is still a long way to go from being beautiful.

However, this guy is in really good shape...

"Ryan, where are you looking? Do you want to try your hand." Drew naturally noticed his gaze, and immediately puffed out his chest.

feel? Ryan twitched the corner of his mouth, and before Drew acted, he quickly took his hand back, what a joke, this guy's personality is really not bad, but as a partner... let's save it.

"Okay, Drew, don't mess around." Ryan reminded, "We still have business."

"Oh, yes!" When talking about business, Drew suddenly restrained himself, looking extremely serious, "Let's go to the coffee shop over there to talk."

"All right."

Ryan put his backpack on his back and looked to one side intuitively. After he didn't find it, he carefully observed the next surroundings. Now fire, theft, and anti-journalists are almost cost-effective.

"Let's go, there should be no paparazzi." Drew led the way, "I paid attention when I came over, it was very quiet."

It's just that the two people walking and laughing didn't notice that in a hidden corner, the click of the shutter was constantly sounding.

After finding a quiet partition, Ryan took out a thick folder from his backpack and threw it to Drew Barrymore on the opposite side.

"This is the script, take a look, don't say you're dissatisfied." Ryan was not polite to her, "Let's talk first, Drew, if it's difficult for you to make a transition in a few years after acting in this movie, don't come here. Find me!"

"Don't worry, I won't blame you!"

After taking out the script and flipping through it, Drew Barrymore leaned on the small coffee table, pouting his red lips and leaning over.

Ryan stretched out his hand in front of him, pushed her baby face back with force, then took the tissue and quickly wiped off the lip gloss in his palm.

"Just a kiss, I just want to express my gratitude!" Drew blinked his eyes again and again, with a look of discharge.

"By the way, Drew, where's Gwyneth?" Ryan quickly changed the subject and continued, God knew what she would say.

"Shouldn't you be interested in her?" It was a standard Drew-style answer.

"Drew! I'm still thirteen in a few months!" Ryan really wanted to kick her off the chair.

"Really? Can't tell, you look like fourteen or fifteen years old." Drew shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I am not a virgin at your age!"

Ryan admitted that the man on the opposite side was too invincible, so he had to cough dryly and change the subject, "Okay, don't talk about those useless things, keep the script, I don't have a copy, wait a few days, you can go Jenkins reached out to Julie Stewart, and I talked to her about Scream."

"Okay." Drew pouted, "You're so boring."

"That's it for now, Drew, I'm going home." Ryan looked at the time and was about to leave.

Drew smiled brilliantly at this time, tucked his hair behind his head with both hands, and leaned over again, "Ryan, do you remember my last proposal? A week, whatever you want..."

Ryan asked himself that he was not from the same plane as her, and glared at her, then put on his backpack and put on his sunglasses, and turned away.