Mom.

It's a very heavy title in every sense of the word - now for mothers, the corresponding title is naturally child.

It is impossible for a mother to see her child and then be indifferent to the sect - if she still has a lost child, she is even more anxious.

However, the woman who was being held by the child at this time obviously did not show this.

She just looked down at the child, her lips slightly open, looking rather surprised.

"Is this child the child of two?" The guard was obviously a little overwhelmed, but like Song Ying, he found something similar to 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—a strange feeling, "but he ......"

She turned to look at the white young expatriate beside her.

The young man probably noticed something, and shook his head in dismay.

The woman squatted down and reached out to pull the child's palm, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"Paul. The child's voice was crisp and authentic.

Oh my God, this kid finally spoke—you know, after that, no matter how hard the guards and Song Ying tried, they couldn't get the kid to speak.

If it weren't for the dearest mother, how could this child be so obedient?

"Joan?" another female guard who had been sitting at the table called out coldly, and then stood up: "You're Joan, right? I recognize you! I'm your movie fan! The movie you starred in last year was so good!"

"I ...... Thank you. The woman seemed to be about to deny it, but eventually admitted it and removed the brown sunglasses from her face.

It is quite delicate with a typical oriental beauty face, and probably for the sake of her youth, and does not see much cosmetic whitewash on her face.

"It's really you!" The female guard was so happy that she forgot the occasion, and went directly to Qiao An's side and grabbed her hands, "Can you help me take a group photo!"

Qiao An seemed to look helplessly at the foreign young man beside him, and when he saw that the other party nodded slightly, he said, "That's okay...... But don't you figure out the kid's affairs first? ”

"Oh, yes," the female guard nodded, and then said, "So, this kid is really yours?" and his father ......."

The female guard subconsciously looked at the foreign young man, and her eyes widened, and she wanted to say something, and she didn't have to guess to make people understand.

"No, this kid really isn't mine. Joan shook her head at this point, "I don't know why he called me like that, but I hope everyone doesn't take it seriously." ”

"I know, Miss Joan. The guard at the beginning hurriedly pulled the female guard at this time, "We won't talk nonsense." And this guy is new to the post, and he doesn't know how to be polite, I hope you don't mind. ”

They're just airport guards, not airport SWAT, and if they're complained, and it's a celebrity complaint, it's a nuisance.

"Anyway, this matter must be clarified. Finally, the foreign young man spoke: "Don't let Joan get into trouble, it will affect her, I hope you can understand." ”

Saying that, the young man also looked at Song Ying and Luo Qiu at the same time, and he was still very polite: "I hope the two of you can also understand." ”

Song Ying's temporary thinking - this female star is afraid of getting into a scandal and affecting her career, and the foreign youth is maintaining it, but her attitude is very good.

As one of the speakers of the Song Dynasty Group, not to mention the stars of a place, even the royal family of the country is not uncommon, so Song Ying really has no interest in this level of things.

"Whatever you do, it's none of my business anyway, and I'm not interested. ”

She shook her head directly, and made her attitude very clear, "However, isn't it very easy to figure out? Since this child has said his name, wouldn't it be better for you to start a radio and shout? The parents who lost the child must be in a hurry to find it, right? Won't the truth be revealed when the time comes?"

"Yes, yes, yes, how did I forget this! I'll do it right away!" the guard nodded hurriedly.

So the radio in the airport soon sounded, Qiao An and the foreign youth on the side sat down, Song Ying was planning to leave, but when she saw Luo Qiu, she poured a glass of warm water for Paul.

Speaking of which, on such a cold day, none of so many people actually remembered to pour a glass of water or something for this child...... Song Ying suddenly blushed a little.

Because Joan directly denied that it was Paul's mother, she kept her distance from Paul at this time - which left Paul sitting alone in his chair.

However, the kid quickly ran out of his chair and took off his backpack, which he had been carrying all along.

Sketchbooks and crayons.

Paul was now lying directly on his chair, scribbling on the album with crayons—two guards had already turned on the announcement.

The two guards probably saw that Paul was already being taken care of by 'warm-hearted people', and at this time they were quite enthusiastically surrounding Joan.

"What kind of person is this...... Song Ying frowned, obviously not used to seeing such a person.

She leaned against the wall, shook her head, and let out an unpleasant sigh before she looked at Luo Qiu. She didn't say anything when she saw Luo Qiu, but stood quietly beside Paul, looking down at what Paul was drawing.

Song Ying also glanced at it curiously.

It's just a simple painting.

I have the impression that all children of this kindergarten age like to draw such pictures.

A circle plus rays represents the sun, and below is a cyan meadow, next to which are several flowers drawn, flowers as big as a house, and in the middle are two people, one large and one small, holding hands.

Probably Paul himself and his mother, right?

"Why are there only two people?" Song Ying was stunned to see something, and couldn't help squatting beside Paul curiously, and asked softly, "Paul, right...... What about your father, why did you just draw your mother?"

She was really just curious.

It's just that what Song Ying didn't expect was that after this question, Paul directly put down the paintbrush, and then covered his ears in horror, squatting on the ground in horror, shivering.

"I—I didn't do anything!" Song Ying hurriedly stood up in a panic, and spread her hands, looking at Luo Qiu, "I just asked a question, isn't it?"

"Let me do it. Luo Qiu whispered, then picked up the album on the chair and glanced at it.

Then he glanced at the crayon bag, and out of it jumped an orange-red one, and then crouched down beside Paul, "Isn't the color of the sun painted?"

Paul didn't react, still holding his ears and squatting tightly.

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 be cold, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

The child gradually let go of the hands covering his ears, opened his eyes, and nodded timidly.

Lochou then sent the sketchbook and crayons to Paul.

After the child took it, he began to lie down on the chair again, and began to scribble with crayons, while Luo Qiu continued to watch quietly.

You really have to be good-natured...... Song Ying thought that if she changed her words, she would really not be very good at children.

This guy should be a good dad when he has a child in the future...... Right?

Song Ying suddenly became a little distracted.

......

Joan, on the other side, had actually been watching the kid all the time—at least for the rest of his eyes.

The two guards asked some gossip questions, and Joan responded without a word, and was generally not too enthusiastic, probably in order to maintain his image as a public figure.

"I'm sorry, I'll miss me and go to the bathroom. Qiao An suddenly said at this time, "By the way, touch up the makeup." ”

The foreign youth next to him secretly said that Qiao An had only been there for a long time...... After getting off the plane.

However, he quickly realized that this was probably to avoid these two 'enthusiastic' guards.

"I'll go with you. The foreign youth smiled slightly.

Qiao An said: "No, if the child's parents come over, you can prove it." ”

Thinking about it this way, the foreign youth quickly nodded.

The two guards didn't say anything about Joan's temporary departure—or they reacted, and their own 'enthusiasm' was probably a little inappropriate.

The two guards were dumbfounded, and the guardhouse suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, the voice of a little song suddenly sounded—a childish voice.

Paul was humming an unknown ditty as if no one was around, as he painted his own painting.

It's a nice tune...... At least that's what Song Ying thinks. And when the child is humming, the voice is particularly crisp, which has another taste.

"This song ......"

But at this time, the foreign young man who was sitting didn't know when he came over, and he looked surprised...... Or rather, incredible, even looking a little excited.

He didn't even pay attention to others, and directly grabbed the child's painting arm, "Where did you hear this song?!"

I'm afraid that the appearance of this foreign young man is too scary, and this time the child is scared back to the previous state of fear.

"This ......" the foreign youth also regretted it a little at this time.

"Is this piece important? Luo Qiu suddenly asked at this time.

The foreign young man blushed all of a sudden.

Luo Qiu didn't pay attention to it, just picked up the crayons that the child was still on the ground because of panic, and at the same time picked up the child, and said softly: "Go over there, sit there more comfortably." ”

It's about where the guards sit when they work.

Seeing that Luo Qiu was comforting this child, Song Ying frowned and looked at the foreign young man, and said unhappily: "I said what's the matter with you, what is a big man still scaring the child for?"

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. The foreign young man looked apologetic at this time, then glanced at Paul, and stopped talking, "It's just...... It's just the tune the kid just hummed......"

"What's wrong with this song? I think it's pretty good, what's the problem?"

The foreign young man looked at everyone, afraid that if he didn't give an explanation, it would be able to calm everyone's anger, so he had to sigh at the moment, "I won't tell you anything, I'm actually engaged in composing." This song that this kid hummed just now...... This song ......"

"Is there anything wrong with this tune?" asked the guard curiously.

The foreign youth gritted his teeth and said, "I'm writing a new song, but I've only written a beginning, and I can't write the rest anyway." But the kid hummed a tune...... The previous one is exactly the same as what I wrote. But the ...... behind How is that possible! I wrote less than a third of it!"

"This ...... Could it be the so-called creative crash?" The female guard quickly reacted: "Isn't this a common thing? For example, those TV series, nine times out of ten, they are not almost the same script...... The beginning of many songs is quite similar. ”

"Probably. The foreign youth nodded.

He understands that if he is an adult, if he is holding on to this child, it is already a moral problem. It's just that he is unwilling in his heart, no matter how creative he crashes, it can't be completely the same...... This begins with the part.

And style!

The tune that the kid was humming, and the style that followed it, was obviously so familiar to him...... It feels like I wrote it by myself!

But although the matter was calmed down in front of him, the foreign young man probably also felt ashamed, and it was embarrassing to stay here, so he quickly said: "I... I also went to wash my face, and I was out of company. ”

After the two guards saw that the foreign youth had also left, the female guard suddenly whispered, "Why did both of them run away under the pretext?"

"Who knows......" The guard man shrugged, then gave a look.

It turned out that his hand was under the table, and he was still holding a mobile phone in his hand—on the mobile phone, there were clearly pictures of many foreign young people in Joan, as well as the child Paul.

The female guard opened her mouth, and the guard man hurriedly made a silent gesture, "Don't speak!"

She could only nod - after all, she was only a new post, and the old man in front of her was an old man, so she really didn't dare to offend.

"But it's strange, it's been a while on the radio, hasn't it? Why hasn't anyone come to claim this child yet?" The female guard said puzzledly: "There is no news from the main station, does it mean that no one has asked...... I said, big brother, this kid can't really be Joan and a foreigner, right?"

"Hmm...... It does look quite similar. The guard man stared at the photo on the phone screen at this time.

......

......

“...... There was a child named Paul in the guardhouse 47, about seven years old, and the parents of the child were asked to contact the staff as soon as they heard the announcement. ”

Han Bingjiang stopped suddenly and looked at Qiao An beside him, "Paul, is it your child's name, right?" 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." Shall we hurry over, Miss Joan?"

"Okay. Joan seemed to let go of her heart and smiled.

It's just that when walking through the bathroom in the aisle, Qiao An suddenly said: "Can you wait a minute? I want to touch up my makeup, anyway, the children have found it, so I don't worry." ”

Without waiting for Han Bingjiang to react, this Qiao An walked straight into the women's bathroom.

Han Bingjiang shook his head secretly...... At this time, I actually have to touch up my makeup or something, and these stars are enough.

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 about quietly hiding in the toilet and smoking a match that he used anyway, and smuggled it in.

But just as Han Bingjiang quietly walked into the men's toilet and was about to light the fire, he suddenly saw someone walking towards him behind the mirror.

Han Bingjiang put the match and cigarette in his pocket at once, and turned around—however, what he saw was Qiao An.

"Miss Joan, how are you ......?"

I saw Qiao An's hand holding a floor mop, and at this time, he used the wooden handle of the ground mop to smash Han Bingjiang's head fiercely...... Her face was extremely cold!