Trafford’s Trading Club

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 held by the child at this time obviously did not show this.

She just looked down at the child, her lips slightly parted, looking quite surprised.

"Is this child your child?" The guard was obviously a little unable to react, but like Song Ying, he discovered the similarity between this child and the foreign young man.

"This is not my child." The woman finally spoke and shook her head. But 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 white young man next to her.

The young man probably discovered something, and shook his head in confusion.

The woman knelt down and stretched out her hand to hold the child's hand. "Kid, what's your name?"

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

Oh, my God, this child finally spoke. After that, no matter how hard the guards and Song Ying tried, they could not get the child to speak.

How could this child be so obedient if it wasn't his mother?

"Qiao An?" Another female guard who had been sitting in front of the table called out suddenly, and then stood up: "You are Qiao An, right? I recognize you! I am your fan! What did you do last year? The movie I participated in was really great!”

"I... thank you." The woman seemed to be planning to deny it, but finally admitted it and took off the brown sunglasses on her face.

This is a pretty typical oriental beauty face, and probably because she is young, she does not see much cosmetics on her face.

"It's really you!" The female guard was so happy that she forgot about the occasion. She walked directly to Qiao An and grabbed her hands. "Can you help me take a photo with you!"

Qiao An glanced at the foreign young man next to him helplessly, and when he saw the foreign young man nodded slightly, he said: "That's okay...but let's find out what's going on with this child first."

"Oh, right!" The female guard nodded, and then said: "In that case, 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, but it was already understood without having to guess.

"No, this child is really not mine." Qiao An shook his head at this time, "Although I don't know why he called me like this, I hope everyone won't take it seriously."

"I understand, Miss Qiao An." The guard at the beginning hurriedly pulled the female guard, "We will not say anything nonsense. And this guy is new to the post and is a little rude. I hope Please do not mind that."

They are just the security guards at the airport, not the special police at the airport. If they are complained and it is complained by a celebrity, it will be a troublesome matter.

"In short, this matter must be clarified." Finally, the foreign young man spoke: "We cannot let Qiao An get into trouble. This will have an impact on her. I hope you can understand."

As he said this, the young man also looked at Song Ying and Luo Qiu, still very polite: "I hope you two can also understand."

Song Ying's current thinking is that the female star is afraid of getting involved in 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, let alone local celebrities, even members of the country's royal family are rare, so Song Ying really has no interest in things of this level.

"It's up to you to deal with it as you wish. It has nothing to do with me anyway, and I'm not interested."

She shook her head and made her attitude clear, "But isn't it easy to figure it out? Now that the child has said his name, why don't you just start shouting it on the radio? The parents must be anxious to find their lost child, right? Won’t the truth be revealed by then?”

"Yes, yes! How could I forget this! I'll do it right away!" The guard nodded quickly.

So the radio in the airport soon rang, and Qiao An and the foreign young man next to him sat down. Song Ying had planned to leave, but she saw Luo Qiu pouring a glass of warm water for Paul.

Speaking of which, on such a cold day, no one among so many people thought of pouring a glass of water for this 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, leaving Paul sitting alone on the chair.

But the child quickly ran down from the chair and took off his backpack. He had been carrying a cartoon-shaped schoolbag.

Drawing book and crayons.

Paul immediately lay down on the chair and used a crayon to smear on the picture album. Next to it, two guards had already started the broadcast prompt.

The two guards probably saw that Paul was already being taken care of by "enthusiastic people", and at this time they surrounded Qiao An quite enthusiastically.

"Who are these people..." Song Ying frowned, obviously she couldn't stand such people.

She leaned against the wall, shook her head, breathed an unhappy sigh, and then looked at Luo Qiu. When she saw Luo Qiu, she didn't say anything. She just stood beside Paul quietly and looked down at what Paul was drawing.

Song Ying also glanced curiously.

It's just a very simple painting.

In my impression, all kindergarten-age children like to draw pictures like this.

A circle with rays represents the sun, with green grass underneath and a few flowers drawn next to them, flowers as big as a house. In the middle are two people, one big and one small, holding hands.

Maybe the painting is of Paul himself and his mother?

"Why are there only two people?" Song Ying suddenly saw something, and couldn't help but squatted down next to Paul out of curiosity, and asked softly: "Paul, right...where is your father? Why are you just painting your mother?"

She really was just curious.

What Song Ying didn't expect was that after asking this question, Paul immediately put down the brush, covered his ears in horror, and squatted on the ground in fear, trembling.

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

"Let me do it." Luo Qiu said softly, then picked up the picture album on the chair and took a look.

Then he glanced at the crayon bag, and an orange-red one jumped out of it, then squatted down next to Paul, "Aren't you going to paint it with the color of the sun?"

Paul didn't respond, he still covered his ears and squatted tightly.

Luo Qiu said softly: "If the sun is not painted with color, it will be very cold. Then 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 smear it with crayons, while Luo Qiu continued to watch quietly.

You really have to have a good temper... Song Ying thought, if it were her, she wouldn't be very good at dealing with children.

This guy, if he has children in the future, he should be a very good father...right?

Song Ying suddenly became distracted.

…

Qiao An, who was on the other side, had actually been looking at the child, at least from the corner of his eyes.

The two guards asked some gossipy questions, and Qiao An responded wordlessly. Generally speaking, he was not too enthusiastic. This was probably to maintain his image as a public figure.

"I'm sorry, I'll excuse you for a moment and go to the bathroom." Qiao An suddenly said at this time, "I'm going to touch up my makeup."

The foreign young man next to him secretly thought that Qiao An had been there not long ago...after getting off the plane.

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

"I'll go with you." The foreign young man smiled slightly at this time.

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

Thinking of this, the foreign young man quickly nodded.

Regarding Qiao An's temporary departure, the two guards did not say anything or reacted. Their "enthusiasm" was probably somewhat inappropriate.

The two guards remained silent, and the guard room suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, the childish voice of a ditty suddenly sounded.

Paul was humming an unknown ditty and painting his painting as if no one else was watching.

It's a pretty good song... at least Song Ying thinks so. Moreover, when a child hums, his voice is particularly clear and crisp, giving him a different flavor.

"This song..."

But at this moment, the foreign young man who was sitting came over at some point, looking surprised...or incredulous, even a little excited.

He even ignored 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 was too scary. This frightened the child so much that he returned to his previous fearful state.

"This..." The foreign young man also felt a little regretful at this time.

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

The foreign young man suddenly blushed.

Luo Qiu ignored it and just picked up the crayon that was still on the ground because of the child's panic. At the same time, he picked up the child and said softly: "Go over there. It's more comfortable to sit there."

It's talking about the position where the guard sits when working.

Seeing Luo Qiu comforting the child, Song Ying frowned at the foreign young man and said displeased: "What's the matter with you? Why is a grown man trying to scare a child?"

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." The foreign young man looked apologetic at this time, and then glanced at Paul, hesitant to speak, "It's just... it's just the song the child just hummed..."

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

The foreign young man looked at everyone. I was afraid that if he didn't give an explanation, he would be able to calm everyone's anger. He had no choice but to sigh, "To tell you the truth, I am actually engaged in composing music. This child just sang this The first song...this song..."

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

The foreign young man gritted his teeth and said: "I am writing a new song, but I only wrote the beginning, and the rest cannot be written no matter what. But the song this child hums...the first part is exactly the same as what I wrote. . But the latter part... how is it possible! I clearly wrote less than a third of it!"

"Is this... could it be the so-called creative collision?" The female guard quickly reacted: "Isn't this a common thing? For example, those TV series, ten times out of ten, have almost the same script... The music, the beginnings of many songs are quite similar.”

"Probably." The foreign young man could only nodded.

He understood that as an adult, if he held on to this child, it would already be a moral issue. But he felt unwilling to do so. No matter how creative he was, they couldn't be completely the same... this part at the beginning.

And style!

The tune that the child hummed, and the style that followed, were obviously so familiar to me... It felt like he had written it with his own hands!

But even though the matter was calmed down in front of him, the foreign young man probably felt ashamed and embarrassed to stay here, so he quickly said: "I...I'm going to wash my face too, excuse me."

When the two guards saw that the foreign youth had also left, the female guard suddenly whispered: "Why did they both run away with an excuse?"

"Who knows..." The guard man shrugged and then winked.

It turned out that his hand was under the table, and he was still holding his mobile phone. He had clearly taken a lot of photos of Qiao An, the foreign youth, and the kid Paul.

The female guard opened her mouth, and the guard man quickly made a silencing gesture, "Stop talking!"

She only nodded. After all, she was just a new employee, and the person in front of her was an old man, so she really didn't dare to offend him.

"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 said in confusion: "There is no news from the main station. Could it be that no one has asked... ...I said brother, could this child really belong to Qiao An and a foreigner?"

"Hmm...it does look similar." The guard man stared at the photo on the phone screen.

…

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"...There is a child named Paul in the 47 guard room. He is about seven years old. Please contact the staff immediately after hearing the broadcast."

Han Bingjiang stopped suddenly and looked at Qiao An beside him, "Paul, is that your child's name? It turns out to be in Room 47. No wonder the one just now was not found. It turned out that those two people ran to Room 47. We Come over quickly, Miss Qiao An?"

"Okay." Qiao An seemed relieved and had a smile on his face.

Just when walking through the bathroom in the corridor, Qiao An suddenly said: "Can you wait a moment? I want to touch up my makeup. Anyway, the children have been found, so there is no need to worry."

Before Han Bingjiang could react, Qiao An walked straight into the women's restroom.

Han Bingjiang shook his head secretly... At this time, he actually had to touch up his makeup and so on. These celebrities had enough.

It was late at night, and there was no one around... The ice monster looked around, and suddenly became addicted to cigarettes, so he thought of quietly hiding in the toilet to smoke a match, which he was using anyway, and secretly took it with him. Smuggled in.

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

Han Bingjiang immediately put the matches and cigarettes into his pocket and turned around. However, what he saw was Qiao An.

"Miss Qiao An, how do you..."

I saw Qiao An holding a floor mop in her hand. At this time, she used the wooden handle of the floor mop to hit Han Bingjiang's head hard... Her face was extremely cold!