Mother.
It is a very heavy title in various senses. Now for a mother, the corresponding title is naturally a child.
It is impossible for a mother to remain indifferent after seeing her child. If the child is still lost, she will be even more anxious.
However, the woman who was hugged by the child at this time obviously did not show this.
She just looked down at the child, her lips parted slightly, looking rather surprised.
"Is this child the child of the two of you?" The guard obviously couldn't react, but just like Song Ying, he discovered the similarity between this child and this foreign youth.
"This is not my child." The woman finally spoke and shook her head. It's just that she also looked at the child's face carefully, and she also had a strange feeling in her heart, "But he..."
She turned to look at the foreign Caucasian youth beside her.
The young man probably noticed something too, and shook his head bewilderedly.
The woman squatted down and reached out to hold the child's palm, "Little friend, what's your name?"
"Paul." The child's voice was crisp and clear.
Oh, my God, the child finally spoke. After this, no matter how hard the guards and Song Ying tried, they still couldn't make the child speak.
If it wasn't the close mother, how could the child be so obedient
"Joan?" Another female guard who had been sitting at the table called out abruptly at this moment, and then stood up: "You are Joan, right? I recognize it! I'm your fan! You last year The movie I was in was really good!"
"I... Thank you." The woman seemed to be denying it, but she finally admitted it and took off the brown sunglasses on her face.
This is a fairly delicate face of a typical oriental beauty, and probably because of her youth, she doesn't see much makeup on her face.
"It's really you!" The female guard was so happy that she forgot the occasion, and went directly to Joan's side, grabbing her hands, "Maybe you can take a group photo for me!"
Qiao An looked helplessly at the foreign young man beside him, and seeing the other party nodded slightly, he said, "It's possible... But should we find out about this kid first."
"Oh, that's right!" The female guard nodded, and then said: "So, this child really belongs to you? Then his father..."
The female guard subconsciously looked at the foreign youth, and her eyes widened. She wanted to say something, and people could understand it without guessing.
"No, this child really isn't mine." Joan shook his head at this moment, "Although I don't know why he called me like that, I hope everyone doesn't take it seriously."
"I understand, Miss Joan." The guard at the beginning hastily pulled the female guard, "We won't talk nonsense. Also, this guy is new to the post, and he is a little impolite. I hope Please do not mind that."
They were just guards at the airport, not special police officers at the airport. If they were complained, especially by celebrities, it would be a troublesome matter.
"In short, this matter must be clarified." Finally, the foreign youth spoke up: "You can't let Joan get into trouble, it will affect her, I hope you can understand."
Saying that, the young man looked at Song Ying and Luo Qiu at the same time, still very polite: "I hope you two can understand."
Song Ying's temporary thinking is that this female star is afraid of getting scandals and affecting her career. The foreign youth is defending her, but her attitude is quite good.
As one of the talkers of the Song Dynasty Group, not to mention the stars of a certain place, even members of the royal family of the country are not uncommon, so Song Ying really doesn't have much interest in things of this level.
"It's up to you to deal with it, anyway, it has nothing to do with me, and I have no interest."
She shook her head directly, expressing her attitude very clearly, "However, isn't it easy to find out? Since the child has already said his name, why don't you just broadcast it and shout it out? The parents who have lost their children must be anxious to find them, right? Will the truth be revealed by then?"
"Yes, yes, yes! How did I forget this! I'll do it right away!" The guard nodded quickly.
So the radio in the airport rang quickly, and Qiao An and the foreign youth sat down beside him. Song Ying was planning to leave, but she saw Luo Qiu pouring Paul a glass of warm water.
Speaking of which, in such a cold day, none of these people thought of pouring a glass of water for this child... Song Ying suddenly blushed a little.
Because Joan directly denied the relationship with Paul's mother, he kept a distance from Paul at this time, which made Paul sit alone in a chair.
But the kid quickly got out of the chair and took off his backpack. He was always carrying a schoolbag in the shape of a cartoon.
Drawing book and crayons.
Paul lay prone on the chair right now, and used a crayon to scribble on the picture book. On the side, the two guards had already turned on the announcement.
The two guards probably saw that Paul had already been taken care of by "enthusiasts", so they surrounded Joan enthusiastically at this time.
"Who is this..." Song Ying frowned, obviously not used to such a person.
She leaned against the wall, shook her head, let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at Luo Qiu. Seeing Luo Qiu, she didn't say anything, but stood beside Paul very quietly, looking down at the things Paul drew.
Song Ying also glanced curiously.
It's just a simple painting.
In my impression, all kindergarten-aged children like to draw such pictures.
A circle plus rays represent the sun, and the green grass is below, and a few flowers are drawn next to it, the flowers are as big as a house, and in the middle are two people, one big and one small, holding hands.
Maybe the painting is about Paul himself and his mother
"Why are there only two people?" Song Ying was stunned to see something, she couldn't help squatting beside Paul curiously, and asked softly, "Is Paul... where is your father? Why did you only draw your mother?"
She was really just curious.
What Song Ying didn't expect was that after this question, Paul immediately put down the paintbrush, covered his ears in horror, and crouched on the ground in horror, trembling.
"I, I didn't do anything!" Song Ying quickly stood up in a panic, and spread her hands, looking at Luo Qiu, "I just asked a question, right? What should I do?"
"Let me do it." Luo Qiu said softly, then picked up the picture album on the chair, and glanced at it.
Then he glanced at the crayon bag, jumped out an orange-red one, and squatted down beside Paul, "Don't you paint the color of the sun?"
Paul didn't respond, he still squatted tightly covering his ears.
Luo Qiu said softly: "If the sun is not painted, it will be very cold, so you and your mother on the grass will also become cold, aren't you afraid of the cold?"
The child gradually loosened his hands covering his ears, opened his eyes, and nodded timidly.
Luo Qiu then sent the drawing book and crayons to Paul.
After the child took it, he lay down on the chair again, and began to paint with crayons, while Luo Qiu continued to watch quietly.
You really need a good tempered person... Song Ying thought so, if she changed herself, she would not be very good at dealing with children.
This guy, when he has a child in the future, he should be a very good father... right
Song Ying suddenly became distracted.
…
Joan on the other side has actually been looking at the child, at least out of the corner of his eye.
Did the two guards ask some gossip questions, and Joan responded without saying a word. Overall, he was not too enthusiastic, probably because he wanted to maintain his image as a public figure.
"I'm sorry, I'll excuse you first, I'll go to the bathroom." Joan suddenly said, "By the way, touch up your makeup."
The foreign youth next to him thought to himself, didn't Joan just go there not long ago... after getting off the plane.
But he quickly realized that this should be to avoid these two 'enthusiastic' guards.
"I'll go with you." The foreign youth smiled slightly at this moment.
Joan said, "No, if the child's parents come later, you can prove it."
Thinking about it this way, the foreign youth quickly nodded.
Regarding Joan's temporary departure, the two guards didn't say anything or reacted. The 'enthusiasm' of their own side was probably inappropriate.
The two guards remained silent, and the guard room suddenly became quiet because of this.
At this moment, Xiao Qu'er's childish voice suddenly sounded.
Paul was humming an unknown song while painting his own picture as if no one else was around.
It's a nice piece of music... At least Song Ying thinks so. And when the child is humming, the voice is particularly crisp, which has a different flavor.
"This song..."
But at this time, the sitting foreign youth came over at some point, with a surprised expression...or inconceivable, even a little excited.
He even ignored the others, and directly grabbed the child's painting arm, "Where did you hear this song?!"
I'm afraid it's because the foreign youth's appearance is too frightening, and the boy was scared back to the previous state of fear.
"This..." The foreign youth felt a little regretful at this time.
"Is this song very important?" Luo Qiu asked suddenly at this time.
The foreign youth blushed all of a sudden.
Luo Qiu ignored it, just picked up the child's crayons that were still on the ground because of his panic, and at the same time picked up the child, and said softly: "Go over there, it will be more comfortable to sit over there."
It refers to the position where the guards sit while working.
Seeing Luo Qiu comforting the child, Song Ying frowned and looked at the foreign youth, displeased, "I said what's the matter with you, why is a big man scaring the child?"
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." The foreign youth apologized at this moment, then glanced at Paul, hesitant to speak, "It's just... just the song the child hummed just now..."
"What's wrong with this song? I think it sounds good? What's the problem?"
The foreign youth looked at the crowd. He was afraid that if he didn't give an explanation, the anger of the crowd would be calmed down, so he could only sigh, "To tell you the truth, I am actually engaged in composing music. The song that the child hummed just now The first song… this song…”
"Is there something wrong with this song?" the guard asked curiously.
The foreign youth gritted his teeth and said: "I'm writing a new song, but I only wrote the beginning, and I can't write the rest no matter what. But the song this child hums... the front part is exactly the same as what I wrote. But the latter... how is it possible! I obviously wrote less than one-third of it!"
"This...could it be a so-called creative crash?" The female guard quickly realized: "Isn't this something that happens often? For example, in those TV dramas, most of the time, there is almost one script... the song, The opening parts of many songs are quite similar."
"Probably." The foreign youth could only nod his head.
He understood that as an adult, if he was holding on to this child, it would already be a moral issue. It's just that he was unwilling to reconcile, no matter how creative he was, it couldn't be completely the same... the beginning part.
And style!
The song that the child hummed, and the style that followed, was obviously so familiar to me... It felt like it was written by myself!
But even though the matter was calmed down in front of him, the foreign youth probably felt ashamed, and it seemed embarrassing to stay here, so he quickly said: "I... I will go wash my face too, excuse me."
When the two guards saw that the foreign youth had also left, the female guard suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why are both of them running away with an excuse?"
"Who knows..." the guard man shrugged, then winked.
It turned out that his hand was under the table, and he was still holding a mobile phone. He clearly took a lot of photos of Joan's foreign youth and the child Paul.
The female guard opened her mouth, and the guard man quickly made a silent gesture, "Stop talking!"
She only nodded. After all, she was just new to the job, and the person in front of her was an old man, so she really didn't dare to offend her.
"But it's strange, the broadcast has been going on for a while, right? Why hasn't anyone come to claim the child yet?" The female guard was puzzled and said, "There is no news from the main station, does it mean that no one asked... I said big brother, this kid really belongs to Joan and a foreigner, right?"
"Hmm...it does look alike." The guard man stared at the photo on the phone screen.
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"... There is a child named Paul in Guard Room 47, who is about seven years old. Please contact the staff immediately after the parents of this child hear the broadcast."
Han Bingjiang stopped suddenly and looked at Qiao An beside him, "Paul, is that your child's name? It turned out to be in room 47. No wonder the room just now was not found. It turned out that those two people ran to room 47. We Hurry up, Miss Joan?"
"Okay." Joan seemed to let go of the big stone in his heart, and there was a smile on his face.
But when she was walking through the bathroom in the aisle, Qiao An suddenly said: "Can you wait a moment? I want to touch up my makeup. Anyway, the children are found, so there is no need to worry."
Before Han Bingjiang could react, Qiao An walked straight into the women's bathroom.
Han Bingjiang shook his head secretly... At this time, he still needs to touch up his makeup, and these celebrities are enough.
At this time, it was late at night, and there was no one around... The ice monster looked around, and suddenly became addicted to smoking, so he thought of quietly hiding in the toilet to smoke a match, which he used anyway, and secretly carried it with him. shipped in.
But when Han Bingjiang quietly walked into the men's room to light the fire, he suddenly saw someone walking towards him behind the mirror.
Han Bingjiang put the matches and cigarettes in his pocket at once, turned around, but what he saw was Joan.
"Miss Joan, why do you..."
I saw Qiao An holding a mop in his hand, and at this moment, using the wooden handle of the mop, he slammed it hard at Han Bingjiang's head... Her face was extremely cold!