American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 26 Hillbilly Mud Park

"Yes, I have doubts too. If they are just training him as an artist, why would they ask for guardianship? This doesn't make sense at all." The woman walked out of the cafe and talked to her friend on the phone on the corner of the street with a worried expression.

Leaving one's hometown and being in an unfamiliar environment alone cannot be said to be imprisoned, but only to be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

“But then again, he just turned 14 last month. If I don’t hand over custody, he can’t be taken to the United States alone. This may be his only chance in his life, and I don’t want him to be like me when he grows up.” The woman continued.

"I want to go with him, but I don't even have the money for a plane ticket to the United States..."

After a while of conversation, the woman put down her phone, lit a cigarette, and paced anxiously.

Then he saw the hole on his sleeve. This hole was like the current life of the mother and son, fragile and swaying in the wind.

The woman stamped out her cigarette, seemed to have made up her mind, and quickly returned to the cafe.

She took her son and walked out.

"Sorry, I can't accept such conditions." The woman said without turning her head.

"Wait! This matter can be discussed. If you don't trust me, I can help you contact some big shots and let them be the guardians of your son. Usher and Justin Timberlake have both shown interest in your son. I mean, they are interested in signing your son." Scooter shouted at her back.

"Usher, and Justin!" the boy screamed and struggled to break free from his mother's hands.

The boy's mother was forced to stop.

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"boom!"

Thick black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe at the rear of the pickup truck, accompanied by the roar of the diesel engine. The pickup truck stepped on the accelerator and broke free from the mud. The diameter of its huge wheels was actually much higher than Ryan's. The pickup truck's cabin was made to look mini and compact, giving a weird feeling of a big horse pulling a small cart.

Ryan and the other two stood at the edge of the mud pond, and the splashing mud hit several girls wearing American flag bikinis nearby.

Ryan heard a few curse words spoken in a Southern accent.

In the United States, there are often more strange-looking people in the city centers of big cities, while residents in urban-rural fringe areas and rural areas look more normal, at least that's how it seems.

Then another "monster truck" rushed into the mud pond. The wheels of this car were no smaller than the previous one. This is a kind of modified car culture unique to the United States, which fits the rough character of the American southerners very well. The logo of Big Machine Records is a big truck.

This wild truck event was more like a monster truck modification car show, with no competitive events, just a pure novelty. Ryan was very interested in it, just like watching a large excavator, men always have a natural curiosity about these rough machines.

Taylor and Abigail seemed absent-minded. For convenience, they both tied up their loose hair. Taylor's hair was long and thick, so she could only tie it into double buns.

For a moment, Ryan even had the idea of trying out the handlebars, a typical example of eating from the bowl and looking at the pot.

Anyway, both of them are quite open-minded, so as long as it is "handled properly", a threesome is not impossible, right? Ryan thought with a sense of luck.

At this moment, Taylor found a four-wheeled motorcycle for rent not far away, so the two of them forced Ryan to go cross-country riding.

"Can you two ride?" Ryan asked.

"That's not difficult." Abigail put her arm around Ryan's, not shying away from Taylor next to her, and looked up at Ryan and said, "But I don't want to ride."

Taylor looked at the mud pond next to her that was nearly three and a half feet deep. She really wanted to give it a try, but her poor driving skills made her hesitate, and she didn't want her new clothes to get stained with mud.

So, the two girls got on Ryan's four-wheeler, one in front and one behind. Abigail sat in the front, hugged by Ryan, and Taylor sat in the back, hugging Ryan.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Ryan lightly stepped on the accelerator, causing the car to move forward continuously. Taylor, who was sitting in the back, also hit Ryan's back due to inertia.

Taylor frowned slightly, thinking that this was Ryan's trick.

"Try to speed up." Ryan chuckled twice.

The four-wheeled motorcycle turned onto the dirt road next to the pond. It had rained yesterday, so the road was a little muddy. The fragrance of the soil, the freshness of the green plants, and the mixture of two completely different shampoo scents made Ryan feel refreshed.

But Abigail in front was not behaving herself and deliberately moved slightly to tease Ryan.

"Ouch." Abigail cried out.

"What's wrong?" asked Taylor, who was sitting in the back.

"Ryan is not being honest at all," Abigail complained.

"Stay away from him." Taylor frowned.

"Yes, stay away from him." Abigail half-propped her legs and let the breeze blow across her face, which felt great.

Ryan didn't bother with the two people who were in cahoots with each other, but instead observed the situation on the roadside. He then discovered that the pickup trucks parked by the pond stretched all the way to the distance, with a rough estimate of more than a hundred of them, and there were a large number of southern white girls wearing bikinis on the scene today.

They are all farm daughters, as country singer Gretchen Wilson sang in "Red Neck Women" in 2004: "I never guzzle sweet champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night long." "The stuff in Victoria's Secret is good, but I can get the same stuff at Walmart for half the price." "Standing barefoot in the front yard with a baby hanging on my butt." "I'm not a high-class person, I'm just born and bred." "I say hey ya'll' and yee-haw'."

Although they don't look very old, they have working bodies, with round thighs, curvy figure, plenty of sun exposure and healthy skin.

This is the best way, Ryan thought.

But what made Ryan curious was, are there really so many farms around? Or is it that on average each family has seven or eight children, which is a bit abnormal?

And when a car with a loudspeaker passed by, the woman in the car twisted her body and flicked PG at Ryan twice provocatively. Ryan instantly realized that the entire event was also a "party" and there were also party promoters responsible for recruiting girls. Even if they showed up in bikinis and did nothing, at least so many people were called, which was enough to prove that the party promoter had extensive local connections.

About twenty minutes later, the three of them came to an uninhabited area with a small, isolated mud pond next to a forest, and it was very quiet.

Taylor had been somewhat restrained because of her celebrity status just now, but now she finally got the chance to play, and she immediately took off her top, revealing a backless tube top swimsuit underneath. Abigail also threw her clothes on the grass next to them, and the two girls screamed and jumped into the mud, having a mud fight like children. Ryan was also involved, so he jumped in as well, and the three of them had a blast playing.

As evening approached, the three "mud men" returned and used the public shower facilities to wash themselves. As night approached, the sound of the on-site speakers was amplified, and the place became an open-air barbecue party. Ryan's guess was right. Such a large party with so many facilities could not have been a spur-of-the-moment event.

Moreover, those bikini girls can enter directly as insiders, while outside tourists have to pay, so it is obviously a commercial activity.

"We're done." Taylor put on her clothes, took off her swimming cap, and let her golden hair loose again.

As the three were about to leave, someone recognized Taylor and immediately shouted, "Yee-haw! That's Taylor Swift!"

The three of them didn't even have time to react before they were surrounded in an instant.

(End of this chapter)