My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu returned to the hotel after noon.

He pushed open the suite door and heard intermittent guitar music and someone humming inside.

He tiptoed around the entrance and saw Taylor Swift sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet, with an open notebook in front of her, two pens and a cell phone beside her.

She lowered her head, her fingers plucking a simple melody on the strings, her lips moving slightly as if repeatedly confirming the position of a certain note. She was very focused and had clearly entered a creative state.

It wasn't until Li Fu got very close that she noticed him. She suddenly looked up and saw that it was him. Her eyes lit up, and she jumped up from the ground.

"You're back," she said, putting down her guitar and jogging towards him. She nearly bumped into Li Fu because of the sudden movement, then blushed slightly as she smoothed her hair. "I wrote a short piece of music; come listen!"

Before Li Fu could respond, she pulled him to sit on the sofa without saying a word, then picked up her guitar, cleared her throat, and began to play and sing.

Because it's a newly created song, and not yet perfect, it has a rough edge that hasn't been fully polished yet. It's like using the sound to test the boundaries of the melody, or using the song to confirm the position under one's feet.

Li Fu leaned back on the sofa, listening to the melody slowly taking shape in the air.

He felt a strange sense of familiarity with the piece. Taylor Swift had a kind of focus that only comes when she is fully immersed in something, as if she had poured all her emotions from the past few days into those few syllables, but she didn't dare to use too much force, afraid that if she did, they would shatter completely.

It was just a short segment, but it was incredibly moving.

After Taylor Swift finished singing, she immediately looked at him with anticipation, "How was it?"

"Some of the syllables seem a bit abrupt," Li Fu said. He didn't understand music, but this part sounded familiar; he thought he had heard it before.

Taylor Swift paused for a moment, then looked down at her fingers. "Really? Looks like I'll have to make some more changes."

Li Fu couldn't help but chuckle, stood up and patted her head. "I'm an amateur, so my opinion isn't that important. Overall, this piece is very nice, but I think a few syllables sound a little abrupt."

"But..." Taylor Swift looked up at him with an innocent and carefree expression, "But I think you're right! There's a little bit of the melody that feels a bit abrupt, and the lyrics need to be rewritten."

"Well... alright!" What else could Li Fu say?

Taylor Swift blinked, lowered her head, strummed the strings a couple of times, then suddenly stopped. "How about I add some electronic music to the climax of this song?"

She has always had the idea of ​​incorporating electronic music elements into country music, but has never tried it.

"Electronic music?"

Li Fu's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't that Red?

The album Red was created between 2010 and 2012. If the song Red is currently just a preliminary idea, the timeline seems to match up, which explains why it sounded somewhat familiar to him.

"Hmm, what do you think of this idea?" Taylor Swift looked at him with a mixture of seriousness and anticipation.

"This is a bold attempt," Li Fu said, feeling a little embarrassed by Taylor Swift's gaze. What did he know about music? But seeing her so expectant, he couldn't resist trying to impress her. "I feel that electronic vocals would be best..."

He then even hummed a part of the climax of the song "Red" and that classic electronic vocal.

Although it doesn't sound very good, it's still melodious.

Taylor Swift was completely stunned, and almost dropped her guitar.

She only had a preliminary idea for this song; the overall framework wasn't even fully developed yet. The part she played and sang for Li Fu was just a part that she was relatively satisfied with.

Li Fu actually sang the tune she had envisioned.

In that instant, she felt as if she had returned to the dusk when the two of them first met, which was two years ago, and how similar it was to this moment.

This must be God's best arrangement.

Taylor Swift put down her guitar, slowly walked towards Li Fu, and then gently stroked his cheek.

She had this impulse two years ago. The feeling of being soulmates was more romantic to her than anything else. Now that she had met him, she would never let go.

Li Fu was momentarily stunned and stared at her blankly.

Taylor Swift had already pulled him into a tight embrace.

Li Fu realized that he might have overdone it, hesitated for a moment, and then wrapped his arms around her waist.

It was just a small gesture, but his response was very important to Taylor Swift. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder and couldn't help but choke up a little.

The past two years have never felt so dreamlike and real. Countless times she had thought about getting closer to him and wanting to know more about him, but each time she had backed down.

They maintained intermittent contact for over two years, but never truly revealed their feelings; restraint and hesitation accompanied them throughout.

Now she doesn't need to know anything more.

This man, in order to avenge her, shocked the entire American entertainment industry, and after the incident, he protected her perfectly under his wing.

But most importantly, he understands himself too well.

Today, she sang her ideal melody again, and even the electronic vocals perfectly matched her vision.

In her view, this was God's arrangement.

She didn't want to, and wouldn't allow herself to, miss out again.

"What's wrong?" Li Fu gently patted Taylor Swift's back, then held her shoulders and looked down. "Why are you crying?"

Taylor Swift had tears in her eyes, but a bright smile appeared on her lips. She wasn't crying; she just felt that having this moment was too precious to be true, like a dream come true.

"No, I didn't," she muttered, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Li Fu.

Her lips were soft and warm, trembling slightly, as if she were doing something she had thought about for a long time but had never actually done.

Perhaps it was because of her courage at that moment that her emotions were so intense.

Li Fu felt a little suffocated, and was somewhat caught off guard, but his body betrayed him, and he subconsciously hugged the girl in his arms even tighter.

A certain atmosphere quickly rose due to the physical intimacy.

Taylor Swift clearly sensed this change, unconsciously pressing her body closer together and letting out a soft murmur.

Just when things seemed to be on the verge of ending, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Mr. Li, are you there?"

Thompson's voice came from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Li Fu reluctantly moved away from Taylor Swift's red lips. "Is it important?"

He knew that Thompson wouldn't come to him unless it was something important; Thompson and Lina would handle the minor matters themselves.

"There's a phone call that you need to answer," Thompson's strong voice came through clearly.

Li Fu took a deep breath and steadied himself. "I'm going to answer a phone call."

He gently stroked Taylor Swift's cheek, finding the smooth, delicate touch irresistible, but he still had to leave for a moment.

"Mmm," Taylor Swift nodded gently, then blushed and tidied her slightly messy hair.