In order to turn "Braveheart" into a work of art, Sun Ziming did not ask for the ending of the dog's tail continuation mink, and shot a beautiful shot under the snowflakes, but also let the heavy snow block the return journey.

"Boss, the airport explained that the heavy snow obstructed the view and the plane could not take off. Flights can only be resumed when the snow stops. ”

Sun Ziming looked at the goose feathers and heavy snow flying outside the window, and suddenly Yaxing went to enjoy the snow, "Change to tomorrow, go to the airport and wait for this weather, it is better to stay for one more day." ”

"Yes, sir", Douglas hurriedly went to inform logistics.

Put on a fur coat, a fur hat, and gloves, and Sun Ziming went out to enjoy the snow. Lu Huiguang, who was gambling in the living room, had no choice but to throw down the cards and go out with two strong young men behind him.

"Isn't it necessary, the security here is so good? I'll just go out for a walk. ”

"Brother Ming, this can't be done. If something happens to you, we can't afford it. ”

Sun Ziming had no choice but to go out with three followers, but fortunately they just followed him from a distance and did not disturb his mood.

On the snowy streets of Edinburgh, Sun Ziming raised the collar of his coat and put his hand in the warm coat pocket, looking at the hazy castle and various buildings, while avoiding passers-by in a hurry.

It's so beautiful, the stone house is good, it can stand for hundreds of years, although it can't carve beams and paint buildings, but it can witness the wind and rain of history. Unlike the wooden buildings of our own country, a war or fire is gone.

He kept looking at the snow scene, walking aimlessly, until he saw a young girl with a cup of coffee and get into the red MG car, and Sun Ziming thought of another important mission for himself to come to Scotland.

"TAXI", Sun Ziming hurriedly stopped a taxi, sat in the car and asked, "Do you know a café called Nicholson?" ”

Nicholson？ The driver thought for a long time, but he didn't remember the name, and said apologetically: "Sir, there are at least four or five hundred cafes in Edinburgh, I'm afraid I can't help you." ”

Sun Ziming touched his pocket, only took out a few dozen pounds in total, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "I'm really used to being a master", so he had to pat the front and smile: "Ok, you wait a minute."

Rolling down the window, Sun Ziming waved to Lu Huiguang, who was trotting behind him, "Do you have any cash on you?" ”

"Yes", Lu Huiguang hurriedly took out a stack of thick pounds from his coat pocket, Sun Ziming took the money and counted three hundred pounds and handed it to the driver, "I'll charter your car and accompany me to find it, OK?" ”

"OK", 300 pounds for a day's rent is enough, the driver kissed the cute bill with a smile, and asked the front desk about the Nicholson Cafe while driving. After a few minutes, the driver parked the car on the side of the road, turned his head and asked, "Sir, there are six of them I have inquired about, and maybe there are more." Can you tell me what are the characteristics of the Nicholson café you are going to? ”

Sun Ziming carefully 'recalled' that Rowling is now very embarrassed, and the place where she lives is not even heated, and it should be in a civilian area. After listening to this, the driver smiled bitterly: "Sir, the café I don't even know about must be in the civilian area." Why don't I accompany you to find it slowly? ”

"Ok, if I don't find it today, I'll have to give up, and I'll have to go back to the United States tomorrow."

The driver smiled and said politely, "Sir, I'm not a liar, ok?" ”

Sun Ziming was bored, and he didn't bother to explain, so it's a big deal to find a private detective tomorrow.

The taxi went around in the heavy snow, and finally arrived at the last Nicholson Pavilion, when Sun Ziming was about to get out of the car, he saw that the taxi behind him had been changed into a black Land Rover, and patted the driver's shoulder, "Sir, I don't need you to accompany me, my driver has arrived." ”

"Oh", the driver looked in the rearview mirror, then at the odometer, and looked for Sun Ziming 92 pounds, "Sir, looking for your money." ”

This time, Sun Ziming really blushed a little, and hurriedly said: "No, No, when I tip you, thank you for your service." ”

"Ok, thank you, you're a nice guy."

Good? Sun Ziming couldn't cry or laugh, this driver is a good person, to change to those drivers in Los Angeles, catch Asian passengers, the first thing is to thank God, and then take him around the streets and alleys, and finally charge more than twice the car money.

The driver hey Yile, didn't say anything, Sun Ziming also picked up the coat on the seat and got out of the car.

As soon as I got out of the warm car, I immediately felt a biting chill and drilled into my sweater, not as comfortable as when I was hanging out just now. Sun Ziming hurriedly put on his coat, walked quickly to the café in front, stomped on the steps a few times, shook off the snow from his boots, and pushed open the glass door.

The café was warm as spring, flowing like water with the piano song "To Alice", Sun Ziming stood by the door and looked, and finally saw the person he had been looking for for hours.

I saw a young mother, dressed in old clothes and ordinary appearance, sitting at a table in the far corner, writing and drawing, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes smiling, with a smile on her face immersed in her own world, and an equally old stroller next to the table.

Sun Ziming walked to a table next to her, took off his thick fur coat and put it on the back of the chair, and then sat down to read the drink list.

"What do you want, sir?"

"A latte, some snacks and stuff. In addition, I also sent a few drinks to the car outside, it was really cold. ”

"Okay"

On such a cold day, there were few people in the café, and business was very light. The waiter went outside to ask, came back and cooked four cups of latte, and asked another young man to deliver them to Lu Huiguang outside the car, and he personally brought Sun Ziming's coffee and snacks over.

Waiting for the young waiter to put away the coffee and snacks, Sun Ziming pointed to the corner and whispered, "Waiter, is she a writer?" ”

"Yes, she's a great writer of children's literature."

Sun Ziming looked at this young man carefully, an ordinary Irish young man, if there is any characteristic, that is, he is a little more mature than ordinary young people, and there is still some unnoticed excitement on his face. It seems that this young man is her brother-in-law and a partner in this café, so that she can write quietly here.

"Have you seen what she wrote?"

The young man held a plate in his hand, and said politely in a trembling voice: "Yes, my wife and I are very fond of her work, but unfortunately no one appreciates her. ”

Sun Ziming took a sip of the hot, mellow coffee, pointed to the corner, and joked: "She's not in a good condition, I'm going to stay here for a while, if she doesn't mind, I'm willing to be her reader." ”

"Wait a minute", the young man hurriedly went to the corner, lightly took out a stack of manuscripts from his mother's bag, and sent them to Sun Ziming.

Looking through the neat manuscript, Sun Ziming only looked at four or five pages, and knew that this was the person he was looking for.

It's really well written, it's better than the movie, at least the movie can't show such a wonderful imagination. The manuscript of more than 90,000 words made Sun Ziming completely immersed in the world of magic, and he read it for several hours before he rubbed his sour eyes and raised his head.

"What do you think, sir?"

At some point, the waiter and the young mother were already sitting opposite Sun Ziming, looking at him with eagerness and hope in their eyes. Sun Ziming ignored the waiter's question, but looked at the young woman who was blushing with excitement, with red hair, blue eyes, and a fairly delicate appearance, the black sweater on her body had been worn for several years, and there were already hairballs on the cuffs.

Turning his face again, Sun Ziming stared at the waiter's blue slightly gray eyes, "Boy, do you know me?" ”