My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The dressing room was lit with warm, soft yellow light. Taylor Swift tucked her loose hair behind her ears, bent down to face Odovia, and spoke with a tenderness that was unique to her when speaking to a child.

But she wasn't actually that much older than him.

"What's your name?" Her voice was gentle, with a soothing tone.

"Odovia."

"Odovia," Taylor Swift repeated earnestly, as if memorizing an important name, "what was your favorite song at tonight's concert?"

Odovia's hand gripping her phone turned slightly white. "My favorite is Fifteen."

Taylor Swift turned her head and looked at her for a moment, her gaze quiet and focused. "I was fifteen when I wrote that song. Back then, I felt the world was so big, and I felt so small. There were so many things I didn't understand. But later I realized that it's okay not to understand, because everyone is going through the same things..."

She knew that Odovia had been abducted and tried to comfort her, but she didn't know how to offer effective comfort.

"Would you like to take a picture?"

Taylor Swift reached out and lightly touched Oddovia's wrist with her fingertips. She chose to initiate the contact rather than wait for the other person to make a request.

Odovia nodded vigorously.

Taylor Swift took Thompson's phone, squatted down next to O'Dovia, put one arm around her shoulder, and held the phone up with the other.

She looked down and smiled at the girl. "Smile."

The shutter clicked, and the image was captured.

Odovia took the phone, stared at the photo for a long time, and finally a small, almost invisible smile slowly appeared on her lips.

She had always been a strong-willed girl, and she never told her brother Thompson about what happened that day, but her body's instinctive reaction couldn't lie.

She experiences night terrors, wakes up startled from her sleep, and falls into silence unexpectedly.

At that moment, she finally smiled, as if a ray of light had shone into a crack in a frozen corner of her heart.

"Next time you come to my concert, I'll have someone reserve a front-row seat for you," Taylor Swift said, patting her hair like an older sister.

Odovia looked up, her eyes sparkling. "Really?"

"Of course," Taylor Swift assured her earnestly.

Thompson stood at the door, watching all this, and tears welled up in his eyes. It was already a blessing that his sister had been found. She still had a long life ahead of her, and if she could resolve her inner conflicts, that would be the greatest blessing of all.

He didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he could only bow deeply to Taylor Swift.

The dressing room fell silent again. Taylor Swift turned and walked back to the dressing table, leaning against the edge, arms crossed, looking at Li Fu. "You actually found her! Are you one of those superheroes from the movies?"

"Of course not, it's just a coincidence," Li Fu didn't tell her about Chen Long. It's better not to know about a music superstar. "Or you could say—God has his own plan."

Taylor Swift nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

A silence hung between them for a brief moment, a silence with a subtle undertone, as if both knew there were things left unsaid, but neither was in a hurry to break it.

"You did a great job just now," Li Fu broke the silence, sitting down in the chair next to her. "I think her condition should improve somewhat."

"I went through that phase. When I was fifteen, I had family and friends, but I felt incredibly lonely," Taylor Swift said, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "At that age, everyone probably thinks they understand everything, but actually, they understand nothing. That feeling is really tough..."

It was a song about growing up, not very well-known, but it was Odovia's favorite song, which may have resonated with her.

Li Fu leaned back in his chair, his expression complex.

The topic of growing up can sometimes be too heavy. Taylor Swift's song is more about emotions. The whole song revolves around the plot of her friend Abigail being betrayed after falling in love.

This is a very sincere yet vague expression, but sometimes it is precisely a reflection of high school life in North America.

Odovia is old enough to go to high school, but she is afraid to leave home, afraid to meet strangers, and afraid of being too far away from her brother and parents. It is unlikely that she will be able to attend school normally.

That might be why she likes this song.

"You will write more songs like this in the future, about growth, about loss, about your views on relationships and the world," Li Fu said, who also likes Taylor Swift's songs and is familiar with her creative process.

Taylor Swift was somewhat surprised, her gaze instantly turning intense. "You always seem to know what I'm going to write next."

They always seemed to be on the same wavelength.

Li Fu knew Taylor Swift had some misunderstandings, so he tried to guide her, "Have you ever thought that sometimes the songs you write are already waiting for you somewhere, and I just happened to... just happened to inspire you?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything; now that he has, it seems like it was destined.

Taylor Swift looked at him with a deep affection in her eyes. She remembered that evening when she and her mother were carrying groceries from the supermarket home when they suddenly heard a familiar melody.

It was a new song that she only had a first draft of and had not yet been released. She was so shocked that she broke the canned food she had just bought all over the floor.

When Li Fu turned around, she saw a face that she would never forget...

This was a dreamlike first encounter, like something out of a movie. The other person was even her boss, who bought her record company for a hefty sum because he admired her musical talent.

But the result didn't seem as amazing as the initial impression.

At this moment, Taylor Swift really wanted to reach out and gently stroke Li Fu's cheek, to tell him that they were a match made in heaven.

However, she lowered her hand as soon as she raised it, realizing it was too presumptuous. She lowered her head, let out a long breath, and suppressed her inner impulse.

The dressing room fell silent once again.

Taylor Swift remained quiet for a long time, so long that the night outside the window in St. Louis seemed to deepen.

Finally, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, not entirely a smile, but more like a confirmation, a gentle attempt to elicit a response from a distance. "Do you remember that evening? The first time we met."

"Of course I remember," Li Fu met Taylor Swift's gaze.

He seems to be thriving in this world, but in reality, he is like walking in a dark jungle. He carefully builds a "firewall," but as CP said, Thomas will not let Lucy marry him for the sake of his family's political future.

The CCP itself will eventually embark on a political path, and I need the CCP to ascend to the presidency so that it can be my strongest fortress.

But if that's the case, he and Ivanka can only ever be lovers.

He cannot become a target for attacks on the CCP during the presidential election; a Chinese son-in-law would be the biggest obstacle to the CCP's ascension to the White House.

This is precisely where his tragedy lies.

All his efforts seemed to be deeply intertwined with the Forrest family and the CP, but ultimately he still couldn't break through the political landscape of North America.

So, he eventually returned to the starting point where he had traveled through this world, and all he needed to do was live a life of unrestrained freedom.

Taylor Swift's gaze lingered on his profile, as if she were looking at him, yet also at something further away. "I later wrote a song, and part of the inspiration came from you."

Li Fu didn't ask which song it was, but he probably already knew—it was "You Belong with Me," which won an award at the MTV Awards a few months later.

In this song, it's not a wrong encounter, nor an insurmountable situation, nor a sunset where one person is left behind.

There are some lyrics in that song that seem to be spoken to him, but also seem to be spoken to someone else.

Perhaps the creators themselves don't know who those words were written for; they just happened to fall into the right place.

"I think I've heard it, heard it many times, and watched the music video many times. You are so innocent and carefree in it. If..." Li Fu wanted to say that he wished he could act in the music video.

That was his thought from his past life; of course, it was just a fantasy.

"Do you know which song it is?" Taylor Swift looked at him with great interest, without giving him the specific name.

"Of course, this song might win the MTV Best Female Artist award. If it does, I'll go with you to accept the award," Li Fu stepped forward and gently hugged Taylor Swift. "I should go now. Keep moving forward boldly. No one can stop you."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the dressing room, leaving Taylor Swift with a racing heart and a bewildered expression.

Will I win an award?

And... is the last sentence a promise?

Of course, she had no idea that she would be elected Best Female Singer by a large margin, and the song that won her the award was "You Belong with Me".

On the podium, Kanye would rudely snatch the microphone from her while she was giving her acceptance speech.

Those who block her way are those entertainment...hegemons.

Li Fu does need to be careful in dealing with big figures in politics and business, but if the so-called big shots in the entertainment industry dare to step forward at this time, he will definitely let them know why the flowers are so popular.