Chapter 949: Lost (2)

Chapter 949 is lost (2)
mom.
In all senses, it is a very heavy name - now for mothers, the corresponding title is naturally a child.
A mother can't see her child after being indifferent—if she is still a lost child, she is even more anxious.
However, the woman held by the child at this time obviously did not show this.
She just looked down at the child, her lips slightly open, and she looked quite surprised.
"This child is two children?" The guard apparently had some reaction, but like Song Ying, he found the child similar to the foreign youth.
"This is not my child." The woman finally spoke up and shook her head. But she also looked at the child's face carefully, and she also had a strange feeling in her heart - very strange feeling, "but he..."
She turned to look at the foreign white youth around her.
The young man probably found something and shook his head in vain.
The woman squatted and reached out to the child's palm. "Child, what is your name?"
"Paul." The child's voice is clear and authentic.
Oh, my God, this child finally spoke up—know that after this, regardless of the efforts of the guards and Song Ying, the child could not be allowed to speak.
If it is not a close mother, how can I make this child so obedient?
"Joan?" Another female guard who had been sitting at the table was screaming at the moment, then stood up and said, "Are you Joan? I recognized it! I am your fan! You last year. The movie I participated in was really good!"
"I...thank you." The woman seemed to be deciding, but in the end she admitted it and took off the brown sunglasses on her face.
This is a rather delicate typical Oriental beauty face, and may be younger, without the amount of cosmetic whitewash on her face.
"It's really you!" The female guard was so happy that she forgot the occasion. She went straight to Joan's side and grabbed her hands. "I might take a photo with me!"
Joan looked helplessly at the foreign youths around him, and saw each other nodded slightly. This is: "This is okay... But is it clear about the child?"
"Oh, yes!" The female guard nodded and said, "So, is this kid really yours? Then his father..."
The female guard looked subconsciously toward the foreign youth, and opened her eyes and wanted to say something. It is already understandable without guessing.
"No, this kid is really not mine." Joan shook his head at this moment. "Although I don't know why he wants to call me like this, I hope everyone should not take it seriously."
"I know, Miss Joanne." The guard at the beginning of this day quickly took the female guard. "We don't talk about anything. There are new guys who are new, some are not polite, hope." Please do not mind that."
They are only the guards at the airport. They are not special police at the airport. If they are complained and they are still complained by celebrities, it is a trouble.
"In short, this thing must be clarified." Finally, the foreign youth spoke up: "I can't let Joan get into trouble, it will affect her. I hope you can understand."
Said, this young man also looks towards Song Ying and Luo Qiu at the same time, still very polite: "I hope the two can understand."
Song Ying's temporary thinking - this female celebrity is afraid of getting into anecdotes, affecting her own career, foreign youths are maintaining, but the attitude is quite good.
As one of the sects of the Song Dynasty Group, don't say a star in a place. Even if the royal family members of the country are not rare, Song Ying really does not have any interest in this level of things.
"What do you do with it, it has nothing to do with me anyway, I am not interested."
She shook her head directly and clearly stated her attitude. "But, isn't it easy to figure out? Since the child has said what his name is, can you just broadcast a call and shout?" If you lose your child, your parents must be very anxious to find it. When is the time, the truth is not clear?"
"Right right! How can I forget this! I will do it right away!" The guard nodded quickly.
So the broadcast sound in the airport soon rang. The Joan and the foreign youths on the side sat down. Song Ying had plans to leave. He only saw Luo Qiu and poured a cup of warm water to Paul.
Speaking of it, such a cold day, so many people actually did not think of it to give this child a glass of water or something... Song Ying suddenly a little blush.
Because Joan directly denied the relationship of Paul's mother, at this time directly kept away from Paul - this allowed Paul to sit alone in a chair.
But the child quickly ran off the chair and took off his backpack - he always carried a cartoon-shaped bag.
Picture book with crayons.
Paul was kneeling directly in the chair and smeared on the album with a crayon - on the side, the two guards had already turned on the radio.
The two guards probably saw that Paul had already been eagerly cared for, and at this time, he was surrounded by Joan quite enthusiastically.
"What are these people..." Song Ying frowned, apparently not familiar with such people.
She leaned on the wall, shook her head, and sighed uncomfortably before she turned to Luo Qiu. She saw that Luo Qiu did not say anything, but stood quietly beside Paul and looked down at what Paul was painting.
Song Ying also glanced at it curiously.
However, it is very simple to paint.
Impressions in this kind of kindergarten age children like to draw such a painting.
A circle with rays represents the sun, below is the blue grass, a few flowers are painted next to it, and the flowers are as big as the house. In the middle are two large and one small, holding hands.
Is it probably Paul himself and his mother?
"How come there are only two people?" Song Yingying saw something, and couldn't help but curiously beside Paul. He whispered, "Paul is... what about your father? Why are you just painting your mother?"
She is really just curious.
Just what Song Ying did not think was that after this problem, Paul directly put down the brush, then stunned his ears, and stunned to the ground, shivering.
"I, I can't do anything!" Song Ying quickly stood up in a panic, and spread her hands and looked at Luo Qiu. "I asked a question, why not? What should I do?"
"Let me come." Luo Qiu said softly, then took the picture book on the chair and took a look.
Then he glanced at the crayon bag, jumped out of it with an orange-red color, and then kneeled beside Paul. "Is the color of the sun not painted?"
Paul did not respond, or kept his ears tight.
Luo Qiu whispered: "If the sun is not painted, it will be very cold, then you and your mother will be cold on the grass, not afraid of cold?"
The child gradually loosened his hands covering his ears, opened his eyes, and nodded his head.
Luo Qiu sent the picture book and the crayon to Paul.
After the child took it, he began to lie on the chair and began to smear with a crayon. Luo Qiu continued to watch quietly.
It’s really a good temper talent... Song Ying thought so, if I changed myself, it’s not very good for children.
This guy, if you have a child in the future, it should be a good father... right?
Song Ying suddenly got a little distracted.
......
On the other side, Joan, in fact, has been watching this child - at least the gaze of the eyes.
The two guards asked some questions about gossip. Joan also responded without a word. The overall situation was not too enthusiastic. This is probably to maintain the image as a public figure.
"Sorry, I will miss it first and go to the bathroom." Joan said suddenly, "By the way, make up."
Next to the foreign youth, the secret Joan did not go long after it... After the plane.
But he quickly reacted, this should be to avoid the two 'passionate' guards.
"I will accompany you." The foreign youth smiled at this moment.
Joan said: "No, wait until the parents of the child come over, you can prove it."
In this way, the foreign youth quickly nodded.
For Joan’s temporary departure, the two guards did not say anything – or reacted, and the ‘passion’ of their own is probably inappropriate.
The two guards did not speak, and the guard room suddenly became quiet.
At this moment, the voice of Xiaoqu was suddenly sounded—the tender voice.
Paul was squatting on the unknown little song while painting his own painting.
A very nice song... At least Song Ying thinks so. And when the child is singing, the sound is particularly crisp, and there is another taste.
"This song..."
But the foreign youth who sat at that time did not know when they came over and looked surprised... or it was incredible, and even looked a little excited.
He even ignored the others and directly grasped the arm of the child's painting. "This song, where did you hear it?!"
I am afraid that the appearance of this foreign youth is too scary. This scared the child back to the fearful state before.
"This..." Foreign youths have some regrets at this time.
"This song is very important." Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
The foreign youth suddenly blushed up.
Luo Qiu ignored it. He just picked up the child's crayon, which was still on the ground, and picked up the child. He whispered, "Go there, sit comfortably there."
It is the position where the guard is sitting while working.
Looking at Luo Qiu to appease this child, Song Ying was frowning at the foreign youth, not pleased: "I said what happened to you, a big man still scares the child to do?"
"Sorry, I really didn't mean it." The foreign youth apologized at this moment, then glanced at Paul, and said what he wanted to say, "Just...just the song that the child just smashed..."
"How is this song? You think it's pretty good? What's the problem?"
Foreign youths look at everyone, I am afraid that if they don't give an explanation, they will be able to calm down everyone's anger. Now they have to sigh. "I don't want you to say, actually, I am engaged in composition work. This kid just sang this. The first song... this song..."
"Is there any problem with this song?" the guard asked curiously.
The foreign youth bit his teeth and said: "I am writing a new song, but I only wrote one beginning, but I can't write it anyway. But the child's song...the front is exactly the same as what I wrote. But the latter...how is it possible! I clearly wrote less than a third!"
"This... will it be a so-called creative crash?" The female guard quickly reacted: "Isn't this a common thing? For example, those TV series, in all likelihood, are not almost a script... The song, the beginning of many songs is quite similar."
"Probably." Foreign youth had no choice but to nod.
He understands that if he is an adult, if he is holding on to the child, it is already a moral issue. It’s just that he’s unwilling in his heart, and no matter how creatively he crashes, it’s impossible to be completely identical... the beginning part.
There is style!
The song that the child is screaming, the style that follows, is obviously familiar to me... the feeling is the same as written by myself!
But even though it was calming down the matter in front of him, the foreign youth probably felt shame, and it seemed awkward to stay here, so he quickly said: "I... I also went to wash my face and lost my companion."
After the two guards saw the foreign youths leaving, the female guard suddenly whispered: "Why did both of them excuse to run?"
"Who knows..." The guardman shrugged and then glanced.
It turned out that his hand was placed under the table, and he still had a mobile phone on his hand. On the mobile phone, he clearly took a lot of foreign youths of Joan and the photo of the child Paul.
The female guard opened his mouth and the guard man quickly made a squeaking gesture. "Don't talk!"
She only nodded a little - after all, it was only newly hired, and the one in front of him was an old man, and he did not dare to offend.
"But strange, the broadcast is good for a while? Why haven't anyone yet claimed this child?" The female guard is incomprehensible: "There is no news at the main station, is there no one to ask? ...I said Big Brother, this child should not really be Joan and foreigners?"
"Well... it looks like it." The guard man stared at the photo on the phone screen.
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"...47 There is a child named Paul in the guardhouse, about seven years old. Please ask the child's parents to contact the staff immediately after hearing the broadcast."
Han Bingjiang stopped and looked at Joan, "Paul, is your child's name? It turned out to be in Room 47. It's no wonder that the previous one was not found. It turned out that the two people ran to Room 47. We Hurry up, Miss Joanne?"
"Okay." Joan seemed to put down his heart and smile on his face.
Just when walking through the aisle of the bathroom, Joan suddenly said: "Can you wait? I want to make up the makeup, anyway, the children have found it, and they are not in a hurry."
Without waiting for Han Bingjiang to react, Joan went straight into the women's bathroom.
Han Bingjiang shook his head and shook his head... At this time, he still had to make up makeup, and these stars were enough.
At this time, it was straight in the night, and there was no one in the vicinity... Han Bingjiang was aiming around, suddenly the addiction came up, and he thought about hiding in the toilet and picking up one—the match used by him, he secretly brought it on his body. Smuggled in.
Just as Han Bingjiang quietly walked into the men's toilet and prepared to ignite, he suddenly saw who was behind him in the mirror.
Han Bingjiang suddenly put the match and the smoke into his pocket and turned around - however, he saw Joan.
"Miss Joan, how are you..."
I saw Joan’s hand holding the ground mop. At this time, I used the wooden handle of the land to slam the ground toward Han Bingjiang’s head... Her face was extremely cold!
(End of this chapter)