"Xiaoxin, Xiaoxin."

The clinic was quiet late at night, with only one light on in a small room. On the narrow white bed under the lamp, Xiaoxin was lying with a pale face.

"Festive ......" Xiao Xin opened her eyes slightly, struggling to squeeze out a smile, but all the strength in her body was drained, and it was so difficult to even hook the corners of her mouth.

Bai Jun deliberately closed her eyes slightly to show Xiaoxin's weakness.

And at this time, the joy is intertwined with shock, incomprehension, and sadness. She hadn't seen Xiaoxin for more than four months, but she didn't expect that seeing her again today would be a parting of life and death.

Bai Jun looked at An Ning through her slightly open eyes, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her eyes were anxious and panicked, her lips trembled slightly, but she still wanted to laugh out to comfort herself.

Although there are no lines for the celebration here, the micro-expressions on An Ning's face are worth a thousand words.

"The doctor said that he wanted to let his family come, so I gave them your phone, don't blame me......" Xiaoxin said with difficulty, and had to stop and gasp after saying this.

"How could I blame you, your family...... Isn't that me? Xiqing held Xiaoxin's hand and clenched it a little tighter, she actually knew in her heart that Xiaoxin's situation would not last long, but emotionally she still didn't want to believe it.

"Xiqing, I have a child, it's a boy......" Xiaoxin rested for a while, and then said to Xiqing. This time, although her voice was still weak, there was indescribable joy hidden in it.

"Where's the man?!" Seeing his friend's contented appearance, the joy was angry, anxious and hateful.

Xiaoxin didn't answer, but shook her head slightly on the pillow.

"You ......" Xiqing wanted to scold Xiaoxin a few words, wanted to scold her for being obsessed, and wanted to scold her for asking for her own hardships, but the words were still swallowed by her.

How good is she herself? What qualifications do you have to teach others? At least Xiaoxin still has the courage to fight with all her might, but she is happy that she has given up struggling and is sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

The script didn't arrange any special actions for the celebration here, but An Ning lowered her head, held Bai Jun's hand and leaned against her face, she sobbed in a low voice, and twisted her head slightly to the side.

The amplitude of these movements is not large, but when combined, they express the festive, complex and sad emotions.

Tang He stood on the side, quietly watching An Ning and Bai Jun perform. Seeing this, she nodded slightly.

"There's something, I want you to ......" Xiaoxin's gaze was a little dazed, she didn't look at the celebration, but looked up at the ceiling in the dark.

"You say."

"My child, you help me take care of ......" Xiaoxin's voice became lower and lower, as if she could no longer support it.

From the beginning of seeing the celebration to saying her request, Xiaoxin weakened a little bit, this is a performance that requires a strong sense of layering, and Bai Jun's current level is not able to control it well. And if the performance of "Xiaoxin" is not infectious, the audience will easily play.

The girls who were in the audience, including Wang Liuliu and Zhang Shanshan, began to whisper. Bai Jun's heart tightened, and his eyes, which were already about to close, were about to open subconsciously.

If she opened her eyes at this time, the dying image of "Xiaoxin" would have collapsed. Seeing this, An Ning let go of her hands, and Bai Jun's arm, which was originally held by her, naturally fell down and smashed on the wooden chair.

This smash, like a reminder, made Bai Jun hold back his urge to open his eyes.

"Child ......" Seeing Xiaoxin's life passing little by little, she was a little dazed, and she muttered unconsciously. In her life, the word "child" should not appear, how can a pure life like an angel fall into the quagmire where she is?

An Ning stared straight at Bai Jun, as if she was very focused, but from Tang He's point of view, her gaze was out of focus. His mouth was slightly open, but his lips were trembling, and he looked dazed but scared.

"Yes, child, my child," Xiao Xin raised her voice in return, "will you take care of him?" Think of it as your own child......"

Xiaoxin tried hard to reach the festive hand, trying to grab her hand and plead.

But in the end, the two hands still failed to touch each other, and Xiaoxin used up the last bit of energy of her life and still failed to complete this action.

Bai Jun's slightly open eyes could finally be closed, and she lay down on the "bed" made of wooden chairs relaxed, greatly relieved in her heart.

Her role is over at this point, and the rest will be left to An Ning to solve.

"Xiaoxin? Xiao Xin ......"

This small private clinic is poorly equipped, and she only saw Xiaoxin slowly close her eyes, as if she was tired to the extreme, and finally couldn't support her deep sleep.

She gently pushed Xiaoxin, and her movements were done carefully, for fear of waking up her friend who was sleeping on the bed, but what she was even more afraid of was that she could no longer wake her up.

After pushing it three more times and not seeing Xiaoxin open her eyes, Xiqing finally knew that she would never wake up again.

An Ning's hand was still frozen in mid-air, and it was the last time he pushed "Xiaoxin" before he could put it down.

Her expression, which was still dazed, changed slowly but clearly, and her expression seemed to cry and laugh, neither crying nor laughing, as if she had been hit by some huge impact, and her facial features did not know how to place them for a while.

Tang He finally smiled with satisfaction at this time.

The script in his hand is turning to this "farewell to death" scene, Xiaoxin's death has brought a huge impact to the heroine's celebration, and it is also the beginning of another change in the celebration life.

At the end of this scene, there should be a close-up to show the festive psychological breakdown, but at the same time, it should also show her sudden realization.

In the script, it was only roughly written that "Joyfully lying next to Xiaoxin's corpse and crying silently", but in Tang He's opinion, such a thin sentence cannot show the heroine's entanglement and rebirth at all.

She was curious, how would An Ning act?

An Ning's play was not finished yet, her hands slowly put down, and she held Xiaoxin's hand that was slowly getting cold next to the bed. The expression on his face slowly became extremely sad, and his lips trembled violently, but there was not a single tear in his eyes.

Suddenly, An Ning turned her head suddenly, like a person who had been awakened in his sleep. Her eyes gradually filled with tears as she looked behind her.

Although the audience present did not know why, they all followed An Ning's movements and also looked in the direction she was looking.

"Xiao Xin......" An Ning finally glanced at the motionless "Xiao Xin", slowly buried her head in the crook of her arm, and cried with a twitch of her shoulders.

Tang He looked at the script, "The cry of a baby was faintly heard outside the ward, and the cry of joy was intertwined, and it was difficult to distinguish each other."