I'm a spy in the film

Five hours later, the lights were on and businesses around Bruges Market Square began to set up tables and chairs on the roadside to welcome the busiest time of the day.

Bourne sat down at a roadside stall opposite the clock tower. There were not many customers here, but the scenery was great, and one could dine while admiring the colorful lights of the clock tower. In order to sit down and enjoy the beautiful scenery, many customers chose a seat nearby, ordered some snacks and drinks, and ate while watching.

Different from them, Bourne is much more pure, just to satisfy the gourmet genes that are ingrained in the Chinese people's bones.

Therefore, Bourne ordered almost all the famous local dishes, such as lobster with cream sauce, eel rice, stewed beef, blue mussel fries, and waffles, filling up the entire table. In the end, the restaurant even gave him a bottle of the famous local Bruges Madman beer!

This sumptuous meal attracted many curious eyes. A fat white man who looked older at the next table even raised his glass to Bourne and said with envy, "Cheers to youth!"

Bourne also raised his bottle and said in return, "To life!" Then he buried his head in his own feast.

In the past, Bourne would never have thought that a woman he had only known for a few hours and who did not have any extraordinary powers would make him so hungry due to excessive exercise. Until then, he had a deep understanding of the saying "There are no fields that can be plowed, only cows that can be worked to death", and came to a conclusion: points are not omnipotent, and he must eat a full meal in advance next time!

Bruges is a tourist destination in Belgium known as "Little Venice". The city is full of rivers and various bridges. Many buildings are built along the rivers. Most of them are in the Gothic style of the Renaissance.

There was a bridge not far from where Bourne was sitting. Each railing of the bridge was wrapped with colorful light strips. A breeze blew, and the light shadows swayed, shining on the glass, making the beer in the glass glow like a ruby. When he drank it, the aromas of honey, almonds, chocolate, and brown sugar teased Bourne's taste buds in turn, making him quickly immersed in the pleasure brought by fine wine and delicious food.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, blowing away a book that the uncle sitting next to him had placed on the table. A green feather-shaped bookmark between the pages of the book was blown into the air, flew towards Bourne, and fell onto an empty plate.

“Oh my limited edition bookmark!”

The white uncle in a black windbreaker stood up in a hurry and almost knocked over the wine glass on the table. He quickly steady the table and quickly picked up the green-covered book on the table with his right hand, fearing that the wine glass would tip over and spill the wine on the book.

However, when Bourne saw the cover of the book, he was stunned and then laughed. The cover of the book showed a little boy with messy hair and round glasses riding on a broom and passing through a colorful door.

"Harry Potter!" Bourne muttered.

In a different world, in a foreign country, seeing familiar books, familiar covers, and familiar contents made Bourne a little excited. Although this book was most likely copied by himself, because the cover painting was drawn for Ella based on his memory of his previous life, he didn't expect that just over a month after he gave her the first draft, the physical book was actually published, and it was not in London where her brother's publishing company was located, but in the more remote Belgian town of Bruges.

"Do you know this book?"

The white man, who had picked up the bookmark from the plate and was carefully wiping the juice off the bookmark with a tissue, stopped what he was doing in surprise and looked at Bourne suspiciously.

"I know a little bit. It's a fairy tale book for children. Not bad."

"not bad?"

The white uncle was obviously a little excited. He took out another napkin, wrapped the bookmark and put it in his arms. He pulled open the chair opposite Bourne, and before he sat down, he asked again:

"Have you read this book? Do you know what it is about?"

Bourne didn't know why the uncle in front of him was so excited, but how could he not know the content of the book he copied to this world?

"A story about a little boy named Harry Potter who goes to a magic school, meets new friends, and discovers a new world! Any questions?"

"What is the name of the school? How many colleges does it have?"

"There are four houses in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenloch, and Slytherin."

"How did Harry Potter get to school?"

"Take the Hogwarts Express at platform nine and three quarters at London Train Station."

"What is Harry Potter's favorite sport?"

"Quidditch."

……

Bourne was somewhat confused by the other party's series of questions, but he remembered that his niece in his previous life was just like that when she first heard him read the book to her. She kept asking questions about the details in the book, even though she knew the answers to these questions very well. She just enjoyed the tacit understanding between two people who loved the same book through this question and answer.

Bourne closed his eyes, and the image of his little niece holding his hand and begging him to read to her emerged in his mind. A sudden pain arose in his heart. Alas, he could never go back!

"Sir, are you okay?"

When I opened my eyes, the white man opposite me was looking at me with concern, holding a handkerchief in his hand.

"Oh, it's okay. I was just thinking of some people from the past. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you!"

Bourne picked up the glass and was about to drink it all.

"Excuse me, you must be the author of this book, Mr. B˙L!"

Hearing this, Bourne almost spit out the beer that had just reached his throat. Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time and swallowed the beer, but he was choked and coughed repeatedly. However, he still asked that question;

"who are you?"

Seeing Bourne's look, the white uncle didn't understand that his guess had come true. He said in a slightly excited tone;

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Ken Brightman, from Country Y. I also like to write children's literature in my spare time."

"This book was sampled among children's literature writers in London two days ago. There are only 50 copies. The one I have is one of the sample books. There is no title on the cover."

Ken put the book in front of Bourne and asked him to take a closer look. There was really no word on the cover except for the picture...

This is embarrassing. I just expressed my feelings and exposed my identity of copying children's books for money. I was recognized by a stranger in a strange town in a foreign country. This is too unlucky!

Bourne wanted to cry but he had no tears. At this moment he could only hold the hand that the other party extended to him.

Perhaps because he saw that Bourne was unwilling to reveal his identity, Ken smiled sympathetically and said:

"Please rest assured, Mr. B˙L, I guarantee with my thirty-year professional career that I will never reveal your identity to anyone else!"

He went on to say, "I really like your Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, Peter Pan, The Wind in the Willows, etc. I have collected all your books. Meeting the author of these books in person is the most worthy thing in my life!"