Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 54: What do you want?

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The plane finally recovered after a turbulence. Kate rubbed her head in the seat to relieve herself. It was very thrilling. The taxi ran all the way, and then boarded the plane at the last minute. This kind of plot is only in the movie, It's really exciting to have it happen right next to you.

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

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

"What? Oh, no, I'm nothing." Angela shook her head absently.

"So what to drink?" Kate asked again.

Only then did Angela see the flight attendant standing in the aisle, and after sighing, she said, "Please pour me a glass of water."

After taking the water cup handed over by the flight attendant, the little girl took a sip and placed it on the small dining table in front of her, and then continued to look outside in a daze, even though the sky had begun to turn dark.

Kate knew that Angela should have something on her mind, because of the previous Joanne Rowling? She wanted to ask, but suddenly thought of last night, she couldn't help but hesitate, 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 to look at Kate: "Is it obvious?"

"Of course, my dear, you have it all over your face." Kate smiled and brushed the hair on the little guy's forehead with her hand, but in the middle of it she involuntarily retracted her hand.

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

"What's that?" Kate secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she was vaguely lost, which was strange.

"You know, Kate, there are a lot of things I haven't really thought about and done, whether it's making a movie, writing a script, or releasing an EP, it's all for fun or something, except how old I am. Sometimes because I like music and painting, I have been serious about it, and I seem to be a little absent-minded when doing anything else." Angela said softly towards the cabin roof.

"My God, what the hell is going on in your little head," Kate said amusingly. "You're only 11, shouldn't it be time to play? Besides, you did a great job in 'Born to Be', too. At least my classmates complimented you on your acting skills and you sing very well, that EP was sold well in the UK, there aren't many talented little girls as versatile as you, and I'm honestly very jealous Woolen cloth."

"But, Kate, I'm serious about acting because I've signed a contract with a film company, and it's my responsibility to do it well, but I never know what I want to do in my heart, just like Ms. Rowling, from my heart A strong desire to do something." Angela's voice was a little negative.

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

The little girl muttered that I'm an adult now, then shook her head and changed the subject: "Okay, Kate, let's not talk about this, okay?"

"Are you sure?" Kate stared at her and 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, looking 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 to make movies? Hollywood will be the largest film production center in the world, and there will be countless opportunities there. The most important thing is that I'm also there. If you are willing to come, I can write the script for you. There was a hint of temptation in Angela's tone.

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

"Okay, don't talk about me," the little guy pouted. "Acting skills are all honed. Even in the United States, you can go to Broadway to perform on stage."

"But, Angie, I'm still in school, you don't want me to be dismissed from Cambridge because of insufficient consecutive credits?" Kate asked, not realizing that Angela's hand was holding her tighter.

"Then...then you can come over 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, "Can you come to Los Angeles this summer to see me? Well!"

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

"I love you, Kate." Under the great joy, Angela firmly kissed Kate's cheek.

It was a rare night in the British Island where the moon and stars were sparse, especially the few lights in the Frent 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.

"Have you had a good time?" Mr. Gerald asked with a smile, taking the little guy's backpack that Kate handed over.

"Not bad, I like it there." Angela grabbed her backpack with a smile, then looked at Kate: "Are you going back to London, Kate?"

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

"Okay, the journey is smooth." The little girl stepped forward and gave her a hug, "Remember our agreement, I'll wait for you, and remember to grow your hair longer."

"Got it!" Kate touched her forehead funnyly, and then kissed her again: "I'm leaving."

Saying that, she got into the taxi and waved away. Angela kept watching the taxi disappear before she looked back and smiled apologetically at the housekeeper: "Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time."

"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 problem on the plane again, what did she want to do? Could it be that "forty" years of life can't make her understand? Or has the 8 years of being a otaku and these 11 years of being a girl have degraded her? The little girl rubbed her forehead with a wry smile and sighed.

"Anything 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. There are some things that can never be said. Even if they say it, no one will believe it. For those who like to use logic and science to judge everything For 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 then again, is it really a sad thing that people who have gone to five have not found their purpose in life? Angela shrugged her little nose and turned her thoughts to Aunt Rowling. She decided not to interfere with her creation. Although she really wanted to see a different version of "Harry Potter" from her previous life, who knows Will the changed one sell well? So for the sake of Aunt Rowling's future, let's forget it. Of course, I can help me financially, and I can also help with publishing matters, but if "Harry Potter" goes to market too early, it will be made into a movie in the future. , will it affect the choice of roles? Speaking of which, several protagonists should have already come to this world, right? I hope my butterfly wings don't blow them away, especially Miss Hermione.

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

"Okay, Mom, I'm back, you see, it's complete, there's not a single piece, I said it'll be fine." Angela comforted, perhaps thinking that she was almost "fifty", so in this way Being picked up in front of many relatives made her a little embarrassed.

Elena didn't notice her daughter's thoughts, but she put her down quickly, 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, are you back from France for vacation?" Although Angela was greeting the two, her eyes had already fallen on the 1-year-old baby girl who was spitting bubbles in Mrs. Watson's arms.

The couple looked at each other and smiled, and Mrs. Watson immediately picked up the baby girl. Facing the little girl, Angela clapped her hands and smiled at the little baby girl and said, "Hi, Xia Xia, do you remember me? "

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

"Wow, Angie, it seems that Xia Xia still recognizes you." Mrs. Watson said in surprise.

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

Mrs. Watson smiled, and when about to hold Xia Xia in front of her, the little girl took Xia Xia carefully, and then exclaimed: "God, she is a lot heavier."

This slightly childish remark made everyone laugh, and Angela smiled embarrassedly, and then took a bite on Xia Xiayuan's whirling cheek. Xia Xia seemed to be very happy too. La's arms danced and even wanted to grab her face, which made everyone chuckle.

At this moment, Angela suddenly thought of something, looked up 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 it letter by letter.

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

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

"Hey, hey, Emma, this is not sanitary at all." Angela, who was startled, quickly turned her head to the side, while 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