My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The San Francisco music festival was a grand and lively event. Several streets were closed to traffic, and the area was still packed with people even close to midnight. The parking lots outside were full, and the deafening music could be heard from a great distance.

However, the underground parking lot is mostly empty, with only a few cars remaining in the corner.

These parking spaces were reserved specifically for the singers and executives of the organizing committee. Many of the performers had already finished their shows and left early.

Li Fu leaned against a Bentley sports car, a cigarette between his fingers, which was already mostly burned, with ash still hanging between his fingers.

He rarely smokes; he might only light one up to release stress if he has something on his mind.

Now is precisely such a moment.

Half an hour ago, the question Zhang Chunru's mother, Zhang Yingying, asked him was still echoing in his mind: "Mr. Li, what are you doing all this for?"

He didn't answer immediately whether he wanted to be a hero or to uphold justice.

That's certainly one reason, but it's not the whole story.

He wanted to expose the heinous acts of those beasts, to forever nail those war criminals to the pillar of historical shame, and to ensure they could never be whitewashed.

However, that's still not all.

He was equally outraged by the fact that right-wing elements in Japan are now openly distorting history and persecuting people of ideals like Iris Chang.

He also felt unusually angry at the traitors active in China, the group of anime fans who had unrealistic fantasies about Japan, and the traitors who spoke up for ordinary people and shouldn't have clung to history...

He must expose these truths, the attempts by Japanese right-wing elements to distort history, and the arduous efforts made by the History Society, to those people.

Citizens of other countries are risking their lives for this great cause, while these people on their own side are trying to contribute to the enemy's cause, using them as pawns, and licking their boots to curry favor with the enemy...

Is it cheap?

He had so many reasons to want to do this.

After Li Fu finished his last puff, he stubbed out his cigarette on the trash can next to him. As he looked up, he saw Taylor Swift walking quickly out of the elevator.

She was wearing a light-colored knitted cardigan, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she still had a hint of fatigue on her face from just stepping off the stage.

When Taylor Swift saw him standing by the car, she quickened her pace, almost running over in the last few steps. As soon as she got there, she threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her forehead against his.

What could be more joyful than seeing your loved one waiting for you right after get off work?

Her beloved, who was also the world's youngest nouveau riche, willingly became her driver.

Li Fu put one arm around Taylor Swift's waist and gently stroked her cheek with the other. "Are you tired today?"

"It's okay, I just sang two more songs," Taylor Swift lightly kissed his lips, then brought her nose close to sniff him, before frowning slightly. "You smoked, are you in a bad mood?"

She knew Li Fu; he didn't usually smoke.

"I smoked one," Li Fu said, wrapping his arms around her waist. The feeling of holding her soft, warm body was very comfortable. "I'm not in a bad mood, just a little troubled by work."

Taylor Swift didn't press the matter further. She nestled in his arms for a while before letting go. "Let's go back to the hotel!"

It's too late today. San Francisco is 600 kilometers from Los Angeles, and their flight is tomorrow morning. They definitely can't go back overnight, so they booked a hotel before they came.

Taylor Swift walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.

Li started the engine and slowly drove out of the underground parking garage.

"Have you been busy with that documentary about the Pacific War lately?" Taylor Swift wasn't entirely unaware of this.

After all, they had been living under the same roof for a while, so Li Fu didn't deliberately hide it from her.

"I'd say that's about right!"

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Taylor Swift is very grateful to Li Fu for everything he has done for her and hopes that she can help share some of the pressure.

Li Fu glanced at her sideways, affectionately ruffled her hair, and said, "Just focus on the music. I'll take care of those little things quickly."

As the car entered the highway in the night, the light from the streetlights swept across the windshield, creating moving shadows inside the car.