"Speaking of which, I should have come earlier. Brother Lan is so busy and you are old. I should go home more often, but lately... I have been entangled in many things and can't get away from it."
Mr. Xia said: "It's not your fault... By the way, Rushuang, look, this child is the one you mentioned. An Lan brought her here."
Mrs. You quickly turned around and looked at Yan Qingsi, her expression was the same as when Mr. Xia saw her. She was so surprised that she didn't react for a long time.
She exclaimed: "Oh my god...it looks so similar!"
Mrs. You took Yan Qingsi's hand, her face full of surprise and excitement: "Qingsi, you must be Qingsi, so similar, uncle, so similar to aunt... If aunt sees her, she will definitely be very happy, maybe, when she is happy, The disease will be cured."
When Mr. Xia saw Yan Qingsi, he thought of his daughter who died young, and his eyes turned red, "Yeah, yeah... so similar."
Mrs. You, perhaps because she was too excited, held Yan Qingsi's hand tightly, which hurt a little, and she couldn't help but struggle.
When Xia Anlan saw it, he forcibly pulled Yan Qingsi's hand out. Without looking at Mrs. You, he asked the old man: "Mom, how is the situation now? Can I go in and see her?"
Mrs. You was a little embarrassed, but she didn't say anything and stood aside, looking at Yan Qingsi with still excited eyes.
Mr. Xia said: "The doctor said it will take another half an hour before we can go in."
Xia Anlan glanced at the time and said, "Qingsi, follow me in a moment to change into sterile clothes. I'll take you in and you talk to your grandma."
Yan Qingsi nodded.
Mrs. You looked at Yan Qingsi and Xia Anlan in surprise, and wanted to ask, but hesitated for a moment and still didn't ask.
Xia Anlan took Yan Qingsi and sat in the corridor. If he didn't speak, no one would dare to speak.
There were two rows of people standing in the corridor, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Mr. Xia looked at Yan Qingsi with gentle eyes. He asked Yan Qingsi: "My child, where are you from?"
Yan Qingsi replied: "Luocheng."
"I heard from Rushuang that you are an actor."
"Well, he's an actor."
"This industry is a bit chaotic, girl. From now on... it would be better to find a serious job."
After Mr. Xia finished speaking, Yan Qingsi's expression changed. She said seriously: "I don't know what you mean by serious work. Acting is a profession. It is just like other jobs. I like it very much. I... also I don’t think there’s anything inappropriate about it.”
Xia Anlan had her eyes closed, but she opened them when she heard Mr. "
Mrs. You said with a smile: "Uncle, it's good to be an actor. How many girls want to be stars now? Moreover, it would be a pity for a girl as beautiful as Qingsi not to act."
Mr. Xia sighed and shook his head. People of his age always felt that acting was not a serious industry. Probably, he could not keep up with the pace of young people.
The 20 minutes were coming soon, and Xia Anlan took Yan Qingsi to change into sterile clothes, put on a hospital mask, and entered the ward.
Yan Qingsi finally saw the person lying on the hospital bed, a very thin old lady with a pale face and weak breathing. She was wearing an oxygen mask and the equipment on the bedside made a beeping sound. Her life seemed particularly fragile.