Mother.
It was a very heavy name in all kinds of senses. Now, for a mother, the corresponding name was naturally her child.
It was impossible for a mother to remain calm after seeing her child — if it was a lost child, she would be even more anxious.
However, the woman in the child's arms obviously didn't show this.
She just looked down at the child, her lips slightly open, and she seemed to be quite surprised.
"Is this child your child?" The guard obviously didn't react, but like Song Ying, she also found that the child was similar to the foreign young man.
"This is not my child." The woman finally spoke and shook her head. But she also carefully looked at the child's face, and there was a strange feeling in her heart — a very strange feeling, "But he …"
She turned to look at the foreign young man beside her.
The young man probably found something and shook his head in confusion.
The woman squatted down and reached out to hold the child's hand, "Child, what's your name?"
"Paul," the child said in a clear voice.
Oh, God, the child finally spoke — after that, no matter how hard the guard and Song Ying tried, they couldn't get the child to speak.
If not for his mother, how could the child be so obedient?
"Qiao An?" Another female guard who had been sitting at the table suddenly called at this time, and then stood up, "You are Qiao An, right? I recognize you! I am your fan! The movie you acted in last year was so good! "
"I … Thank you." The woman seemed to want to deny, but in the end, she admitted it and took off the brown sunglasses on her face.
This was a rather delicate and typical face of an oriental beauty, and maybe because of her young age, there was not much makeup on her face.
"It's really you!" The female guard was so happy that she forgot where she was. She directly went to Qiao An and grabbed her hands, "Can you take a picture with me as a souvenir?"
Qiao An looked at the foreign young man beside her helplessly. Seeing him nodding slightly, she said, "That's fine … but let's figure out the child first."
"Oh, yes, yes!" The female guard nodded and then said, "So, this child is really yours? Then his father … "
The female guard subconsciously looked at the foreign young man and widened her eyes. She wanted to say something. It was obvious that she wanted to say something.
"No, this child is really not mine." Qiao An shook her head. "I don't know why he called me that, but I hope you don't take it seriously."
"I understand, Miss Qiao An." The first guard hurriedly pulled the female guard, "We won't say anything. Also, this guy is new, so he doesn't know how to be polite. I hope you don't mind. "
They were just security guards in the airport, not special police officers. If they were complained about by a famous person, it would be troublesome.
"In any case, we must get to the bottom of this." Finally, the foreign young man spoke, "We can't let Qiao An get into trouble. It will affect her. I hope everyone can understand."
As he spoke, the young man looked at Song Ying and Luoqiu. He was still very polite. "I hope the two of you can understand."
Song Ying's temporary thought was — this female star was afraid of getting into a scandal and affecting her career. The foreign young man was protecting her, but his attitude was quite good.
As one of the leaders of the Song Dynasty Group, not to mention a local star, even a member of the royal family of a country was not rare. Therefore, Song Ying was not interested in this kind of thing.
"It's up to you. It has nothing to do with me anyway. I'm not interested."
She shook her head directly, clearly showing her attitude. "But isn't it easy to find out? Since the child has said his name, why don't you just turn on the radio and shout? The parents of the missing child must be very anxious to find you, right? Won't the truth be revealed then? "
"Yes, yes, yes! How could I forget about this! I'll do it right away! "The guard nodded quickly.
The radio in the airport soon sounded. Qiao An and the foreign young man sat down. Song Ying was about to leave, but she saw Luoqiu pour a glass of warm water for Paul.
Speaking of which, on such a cold day, no one thought of pouring a glass of water for the child … Song Ying suddenly blushed a little.
Because Qiao An directly denied that she was Paul's mother, she kept a distance from Paul at this time — so Paul sat on the chair alone.
But the child quickly ran down from the chair and took off his backpack — he had been carrying a cartoon-shaped backpack.
A picture book and a crayon.
Paul directly lay on the chair and drew on the picture book with a crayon — the two guards on the side had turned on the radio.
The two guards probably saw that Paul had been taken care of by 'enthusiasts'. At this time, they were quite enthusiastic about Qiao An's work.
"What kind of people are they …" Song Ying frowned, obviously not used to such people.
She leaned against the wall, shook her head, sighed unhappily, and then looked at Luoqiu. She saw that Luoqiu didn't say anything, just stood quietly beside Paul, looking down at what Paul was drawing.
Song Ying also glanced at it curiously.
It was just a very simple painting.
In his impression, all children of this age who were in kindergarten liked to draw such paintings.
A circle and a ray represented the sun, below was a green grass, and there were a few flowers as big as a house beside it. In the middle, there were two people, one big and one small, holding hands.
It was probably Paul himself and his mother.
"Why are there only two people?" Song Ying saw something and couldn't help but curiously squat beside Paul, asking softly, "Paul, right? Where's your father? Why is there only your mother? "
She was really just curious.
But what Song Ying didn't expect was that after this question, Paul directly put down the paintbrush, then covered his ears in horror, squatting on the ground in horror, trembling.
"I, I didn't do anything!" Song Ying hurriedly stood up in a panic and spread out her hands, looking at Luoqiu, "I just asked a question, it's not necessary, right? What should I do? "
"Let me do it." Luoqiu said softly, then picked up the picture book on the chair and glanced at it.
Then he glanced at the crayon bag, and an orange-red one jumped out from it, then squatted beside Paul, "Aren't you going to paint the color of the sun?"
Paul didn't respond, still squatting tightly with his hands covering his ears.
Luoqiu said softly, "If the sun isn't painted, it will be very cold, then you and your mother on the grass will also be cold, aren't you afraid of the cold?"
The child gradually removed his hands from his ears, opened his eyes, and then nodded timidly.
Luoqiu then handed the picture book and crayons to Paul.
After the child took it, he began to lie on the chair again and began to paint with the crayons. Luoqiu continued to watch quietly.
Only a good-tempered person can do this … Song Ying thought so, if it were her, she really wouldn't know how to deal with children.
This guy, when he has children in the future, should be a very good father … right?
Song Ying suddenly became a little distracted.
…
On the other side, Joan had been watching the child — at least from the corner of her eyes.
The two guards asked some gossipy questions from time to time, and Joan also responded with a few words. Generally speaking, she was not too enthusiastic, which was probably to maintain her image as a public figure.
"Excuse me, I have to go to the washroom." Joan suddenly said at this time, "I need to touch up my makeup."
The foreign youth next to her secretly thought that Joan had just left … After getting off the plane.
However, he quickly realized that they were probably trying to avoid the two 'passionate' guards.
"I'll go with you." The foreign youth smiled at this time.
Joan said, "No, if the child's parents come later, you can prove it."
Thinking of this, the foreign youth quickly nodded.
The two guards didn't say anything about Joan's temporary departure. Perhaps they realized that it was inappropriate for them to be so 'enthusiastic' about Joan.
The two guards were embarrassed and didn't say anything. Because of this, the guard room suddenly became quiet.
At this time, a song suddenly sounded — a childish voice.
Paul was humming an unknown song as if there was no one else around, while drawing his own painting.
It was quite a nice song … at least that was what Song Ying thought. And when the child hummed, the voice was particularly crisp, which gave a different feeling.
"This song …"
But at this time, the foreign youth who was sitting there suddenly came over, looking surprised … or inconceivable, even a little excited.
He even ignored the others and directly grabbed the child's arm that was painting. "This song, where did you hear it?!"
Perhaps it was because this foreign youth's appearance was too frightening that the child returned to his previous state of fear.
"This …" The foreign youth regretted at this time.
"Is this song very important?" Luoqiu suddenly asked at this time.
The foreign youth's face suddenly turned red.
Luoqiu ignored him and just picked up the crayon that the child threw on the ground in panic. At the same time, he picked up the child and said softly, "Go over there, it's more comfortable to sit there."
He was talking about the position where the guards sat when they were working.
Seeing that Luoqiu was comforting the child, Song Ying frowned and looked at the foreign youth, saying unhappily, "What's wrong with you? Why are you scaring the child?"
"Sorry, I really didn't mean to." The foreign youth looked apologetic, then glanced at Paul and hesitated, "It's just … the song the child hummed just now …"
"What's wrong with the song? I think it's very nice. What's the problem? "
The foreign youth looked at the crowd, afraid that if he didn't give an explanation, it would be very difficult to calm their anger, so he sighed, "To tell you the truth, I'm actually a composer. The song the child hummed just now … this song … "
"What's the problem 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. I can't write the rest no matter what. But the song the child hummed … the beginning is exactly the same as what I wrote. But the rest … how is it possible?! I wrote less than a third! "
"This … could this be the so-called creative collision?" The female guard quickly reacted, "Isn't this a common thing? For example, those TV series, most of them have almost the same script … The beginning of many songs is quite similar. "
"Probably." The foreign youth had to nod.
He understood that as an adult, if he didn't let the child go, it was already a moral problem. But he was unwilling in his heart. No matter how creative the collision is, it is impossible to be completely the same … This is the beginning part.
There is also the style!
The song the child hummed, the style at the end, is obviously so familiar to me … It feels like I wrote it myself!
But although this matter was settled, the foreign youth probably felt ashamed and embarrassed to stay here, so he quickly said, "I … I'm going to wash my face. Excuse me."
After the two guards saw the foreign youth leave at this time, the female guard suddenly whispered, "Why did both of them find an excuse to run away?"
"Who knows …" The guard shrugged and signaled with his eyes.
It turned out that his hand was under the table, and his hand was still holding a mobile phone — on the mobile phone, there were many photos of Qiao An, the foreign youth, and the child Paul.
The female guard opened her mouth, and the male guard quickly made a gesture of silence, "Don't talk!"
She could only nod — after all, she was just a newcomer, and the person in front of her was an old man. She really didn't dare to offend him.
"But it's strange. The broadcast has been broadcast for a while, right? Why hasn't anyone come to claim the child? " The female guard was puzzled, "There is no news from the TV station. Didn't anyone ask … Brother, is this child really Qiao An and the foreign youth's child?"
"Well … It does look like it." The male guard stared at the photo on the mobile phone screen.
…
…
"… There is a child named Paul in Guard Room 47. He is about seven years old. Please ask the parents of this child to contact the staff as soon as they hear the broadcast.
Han Bingjiang stopped at once, looking at Qiao An beside him, "Paul, is that your child's name? It turns out that he is in Room 47. No wonder we didn't find the room just now. It turns out that the two people went there. Let's go there quickly, Miss Qiao An? "
"OK." Qiao An seemed to be relieved, and there was a smile on her face.
But when they passed by the bathroom in the aisle, Qiao An suddenly said, "Can you wait a moment? I want to touch up my makeup. Anyway, the child has been found, so there is no hurry. "
Before Han Bingjiang could react, Qiao An walked straight into the ladies' room.
Han Bingjiang shook his head inwardly … Touching up her makeup at this time of the year, these stars were really too much.
It was late at night, and there was no one nearby … The Ice Monster looked around, and suddenly, he was addicted to smoking, so he wanted to hide in the bathroom and smoke a cigarette — anyway, he had secretly brought the match in and smuggled it in.
But when Han Bingjiang quietly walked into the male bathroom to light the cigarette, he suddenly saw someone walking towards him from behind the mirror.
Han Bingjiang put the match and cigarette into his pocket at once, and turned around — but he saw Qiao An.
"Miss Qiao An, why are you …"
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