Hollywood Secret Garden

After a period of turbulence, the plane finally recovered its stability. Kate rubbed her head and let out a sigh of relief while sitting on the seat. It's really exciting that it happened right next to me.

At this time, the flight attendant came to ask what drink she wanted. Kate shook her head to indicate that she didn't need it, and then wanted to ask Angela next to her, but she turned her head and found that the little girl was staring at the clouds outside the window with one hand resting on her chin. What are you thinking.

"Hey, Angie, are you okay?" Kate asked concerned.

"What? Oh, no, I'm fine." Angela shook her head absently.

"So would you like something to drink?" Kate asked again.

Only then did Angela see the stewardess standing in the aisle, sighed and said, "Please pour me a glass of water."

After taking the water glass handed over by the stewardess, the little girl took a sip and placed it on the small dining table in front of her, then continued to look outside in a daze, even though the sky had already started to turn black.

Kate knew that Angela must have something on her mind, was it because of Joanne Rowling before?She wanted to ask, but when she suddenly thought of last night, she couldn't help but hesitated. If she was thinking about that... But Kate finally patted the little guy on the shoulder: "Angie, you can tell me if you have something on your mind."

Angela turned her head and looked at Kate: "Is it obvious?"

"Of course, honey, it's written all over your face." Kate smiled, and brushed the hair on the little guy's forehead with her hand, but she couldn't help but retract her hand halfway through.

However, Angela didn't notice these, but said to herself: "Because Ms. Rowling, I have thought about a lot of things, a lot—things that I hadn't thought about or avoided before."

"What's the matter?" Kate secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she was vaguely disappointed, which is really strange.

"You know, Kate, there are many things that I haven't seriously thought about and done, whether it's making movies, writing scripts, or publishing EPs, all because of fun or other things, except for how old you are. At that time, because I liked music and painting, I devoted myself to it seriously, and I seemed to be a little absent-minded when I did anything else." Angela said softly towards the cabin roof.

"My God, what the hell is going on in your little head," Kate said with a smile, "you're only 11 years old, isn't it time to play? Besides, you were so good in "Mr. At least my classmates praised your acting skills after watching it, and your singing is also very good, and that EP is also sold well in the UK. There are not many talented little girls like you. To be honest, I am very jealous Woolen cloth."

"But, Kate, I take acting seriously because I signed a contract with a film company and I have the responsibility to do it well, but I never know what I want to do in my heart, like Ms. Rowling, from the heart I have a strong desire to do a certain thing." Angela's voice was a little negative.

"Angie, do you know? You are only 11 years old, life has just begun for you, you don't need to think so much at all, there is still plenty of time for you to find what you want to do most, you don't need now Thinking so much, you're still young!" Kate frowned slightly, she didn't understand why Angela thought so much.

At this moment, the little girl whispered that I am already an adult, then shook her head and changed the subject: "Okay, Kate, let's not talk about this, shall we?"

"Are you sure?" Kate stared at her, and then sighed after a while: "Okay, but I suggest you better talk to your father."

"I will," Angela nodded, then leaned forward and hugged Kate, while burying her head in her chest: "Anyway, thank you, Kate."

Kate smiled, stroked her hair, kissed her forehead lightly, and said, "My dear, this is what I should do. You are my sister, aren't you?"

Angela raised her head from Kate's arms, looked at her with bright green eyes, and suddenly said, "Kate, how about going to Hollywood?"

"Go to Hollywood? Why?" Kate asked strangely.

"Don't you like making movies? Hollywood will be the largest film production center in the world. There will be countless opportunities there. The most important thing is that I am also there. If you are willing to come, I can write scripts for you. There was a hint of temptation in Angela's tone.

"I'm not as talented as you in acting." Kate teased.

"Okay, don't talk about me," the little guy pursed his mouth, "acting skills are honed, even in the United States, you can go to Broadway to perform stage plays."

"But, Angie, I'm still in school. You don't want me to be expelled from Cambridge because I don't have enough consecutive credits, do you?" Kate asked, not noticing that Angela's hand hugged her tighter.

"Then...then you can come during the summer vacation. The summer vacation of the university should be longer, and even if you take one or two vacations, there will be no problem." Angela said pleadingly, "Come to Los Angeles to see me this summer vacation Okay!"

"Okay, okay, I promise you." Kate really couldn't refuse, so she had to agree to pull down.

"I love you, Kate." In great joy, Angela firmly kissed Kate on the cheek.

It is rare for the British Isle to have a moonless night, especially the few lights of the Front House, which made the bright moonlight even brighter. Angela couldn't help but look up at it and take a long breath after getting off the taxi.

"Are you having fun?" Mr. Gerrard asked with a smile after taking the little guy's backpack from Kate.

"Not bad, I like it there." Angela smiled and snatched her backpack, then looked at Kate: "Are you going back to London, Kate?"

"Of course, honey, I'm not like you." Kate leaned against the car door and shrugged.

"Okay, have a good trip." The little girl stepped forward and gave her a hug, "Remember our agreement, I'll wait for you, and remember to keep your hair longer."

"Got it!" Kate touched her forehead in a funny way, and then kissed her again: "I'm leaving."

Saying that, she got into the taxi and waved away.And Angela kept watching the taxi disappear, then looked away, and smiled apologetically at Mr. Butler: "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"It doesn't matter, let's go in." Gerald said gently.

Walking on the lawn, Angela was a little absent-minded, and she thought about the question on the plane again, what exactly did she want to do?Could it be said that "forty" years of life could not make her understand?Or have those 8 years of being an otaku and these 11 years of being a girl degraded her?The little girl smiled wryly, touched her forehead, and sighed.

"What's on your mind?" Mr. Gerrard who was walking beside him suddenly asked.

"There are some, but it's not a big problem, thank you, don't worry about me." Angela smiled, some things can never be said, even if said, no one will believe it, for those who like to use logic and science to judge everything To Westerners, the only explanation for such a thing is paranoia or schizophrenia.So if you don't want to go to a psychiatric hospital for the rest of your life, you'd better put those things in your stomach.

But having said that, it's really a sad thing that people who are already on their way to the fifth day still can't find their own life goals?Angela shrugged her nose mockingly, and turned her thoughts to Aunt Rowling. She decided not to interfere with her creation. Although she really wanted to see a different "Harry Potter" from her previous life, who knew? Will the changed one be a big hit?So for the sake of Aunt Rowling's future, let's forget it. Of course, I can give some help financially, and I can also help with publishing matters, but if "Harry Potter" is released too early, it will be made into a movie later , Will it affect the selection of characters?Speaking of which, the protagonists should have come to this world, right?I hope my butterfly wings don't blow them away, especially Miss "Hermione".

Angela, who was thinking wildly, walked into the big house. The family members were chatting in the hall at the moment. Seeing her coming back, Elena got up first and hugged her, a little excited: "Oh, Chris ,You are finally back."

"Okay, Mom, I'm back. You see, it's complete. There's nothing missing. I told you it's going to be fine." Angela comforted, perhaps thinking that she was almost "fifty", so in this Being hugged in front of many relatives made her a little embarrassed.

Elena didn't notice her daughter's thoughts, but quickly put her down, and then the little girl began to greet her father, grandfather, uncle, and aunt in turn, until she saw the couple on the sofa.

"Mr. Watson, Mrs. Watson," Angela exclaimed in surprise.

"Hi, Angie." The couple on the sofa greeted together.

"It's surprising, did you come back from France for vacation?" Although Angela was greeting the two, her eyes had already fallen on the one-year-old baby girl who was bubbling in Mrs. Watson's arms.

The couple looked at each other and smiled, Mrs. Watson immediately picked up the baby girl, facing the little girl, Angela hurriedly clapped her hands and said to the little baby girl with a smile: "Hi, Xia Xia, do you still remember me? "

The little baby girl who was nibbling on her little hand looked at Angela with wide eyes, and suddenly babbled happily, reaching out to grab her.

"Wow, Angie, it looks like Xia Xia recognizes you." Mrs. Watson said in surprise.

"Then, I can..." Angela looked at her and said with hope.

Mrs. Watson smiled, and immediately hugged Xia Xia in front of her. The little girl took Xia Xia carefully, and then exclaimed: "God, she has weighed a lot."

This slightly childish words made everyone laugh out loud, Angela smiled embarrassedly, and then took a bite on Xia Xiayuan's little face, Xia Xia seemed very happy too, after An Ji La danced in her arms, and even wanted to grab her face, which made everyone chuckle again.

At this time, Angela suddenly thought of something, raised her head and asked Mrs. Watson: "Does Xia Xia have an official name?"

"Of course," Mrs. Watson nodded. "After discussing with Chris, I decided to call her Emma."

"Emma?"

"Yes, Emma Charlotte Watson, E-m-m-a-C-h-a-r-l-o-t-t-e-W-a-t-s-o -n." Mrs. Watson spelled out letter by letter.

"Good name." Angela just praised, and then she was stunned, Em...Emma Watson? !Is this a joke? !I just chatted with the magic mother in the afternoon!

At this time, a wet feeling came from the ears, and at some point, the little baby girl hugged her neck and gnawed on her ears.

"Hey, hey, Emma, ​​this is not hygienic at all." Angela, who was startled, quickly turned her head to the side, and the excited little guy clapped his hands and giggled.

Angela looked at the little baby girl in her arms with helplessness and depression, could it be you?Miss Granger?