Chapter 219 Let’s Get Some Sleep
There was a long silence in the small operating room, a silence as dead as death.
Shi Ming looked at Ning Yan in front of him.
His whole body was stiff, his back bent into a tight straight line.
Shi Ming couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could see that his whole body was shaking very violently.
The breathing was heavy, accompanied by almost violent gasps.
"Don't you remember what I look like?" The doctor looked at the pale man in front of him and smiled softly. He turned his head to look at the light above his head and breathed a sigh of relief. "Fifteen years have passed. It's already been fifteen years..."
"K, you haven't had a good time these years, right?"
"Do you still remember what you looked like?"
With every word the doctor—or should I say Kaiser—said, Ning Yan's body began to tremble more unconsciously.
He habitually clenched his fists tightly, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing control of his body, repeatedly clenching and releasing them to relax his muscles.
But this time, it didn't work.
My hands were so stiff that they were out of control and completely out of my control.
His mind went blank, his vision went black and white, and there was a sharp and noisy tinnitus in his ears.
My legs felt like they were filled with lead.
Suddenly, someone grabbed both arms tightly.
Someone pulled him from behind, pulled him out of the operating room, and slammed the door shut.
Shi Ming stared into his eyes and called out to him, "Ning Yan? Ning Yan?! Can you hear me?"
"Look at me, look into my eyes! Calm down, calm down first! Don't listen to his nonsense!"
"Ning Yan! Listen to me, listen to me, our primary goal now is—"
"I'm not." Ning Yan said suddenly.
His eyes were dull and his vision was difficult to focus. He stared at the dark night behind Shi Ming in a daze, muttering, "I'm not Ning Yan, I'm not."
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Shi Ming frowned, suddenly let go of his arms, and held his face with his hands instead.
Ning Yan was held up by his hands and forced to raise her head and look into his eyes, eyes that were always cold and arrogant, as if they looked down on everything, but now filled with anxiety and panic.
Shi Ming softened his tone and coaxed softly, "Listen to me, Ning Yan, we have to go find K now. We must find him."
He stroked Ning Yan's cold face again and again with his soft fingertips. "He's killing people everywhere and causing trouble everywhere. We must catch him. He's impersonating you and doing bad things everywhere. We must catch him immediately. Do you hear me, Ning Yan?"
"Just respond if you hear it, okay, Ning Yan?"
It seemed that his voice had an effect, and Ning Yan's eyes began to focus little by little.
The figure in front of him became clearer, and he looked at Shi Ming in front of him, seemingly slowly coming back to his senses.
"Ning Yan?"
“…Shi Ming?”
A hint of surprise flashed in Shi Ming's eyes, and he hurriedly said: "Can you hear me? Can you hear me say——"
Ning Yan hugged him tightly.
Silent, like a person drowning in the water who finally sees a piece of driftwood before dying.
It was almost an instinct to hug tightly.
Hold tightly in your arms.
His movements were filled with madness and paranoia, he gritted his teeth and refused to let go.
The force was so strong that Shi Ming's arms felt numb and painful, and he was almost breathless.
He couldn't move, and thought a little inappropriately: "Yu Li is not exaggerating. Ning Yan can really kill me with one punch, but he didn't want to kill me before."
“…Shi Ming.”
"You say." Shi Ming let him hold him, his tone was unusually gentle.
Ning Yan stopped talking, lowered her head, buried it in his shoulder, and hugged him even tighter.
The two people were so close that they could clearly hear each other's heavy and violent heartbeats.
The sound of extremely suppressed crying came to his ears. If he didn't listen carefully, he might not be able to tell that it was crying. Shi Ming asked him, "What's wrong?"
Ning Yan didn't say anything.
If he wore thin clothes, Shi Ming would probably feel his shoulders were wet.
He struggled to free one arm from the other's iron-clad embrace.
Then she hugged him back, patted his back, and asked tirelessly, "What's wrong?"
Ning Yan still didn't say anything, but the sound of her crying became more and more obvious, like a confused and frightened child.
The person with the worst temper and the least patience asked for the third time: "What's wrong?"
"Shi Ming..."
He finally spoke, his voice so hoarse that one couldn't make out the pronunciation unless one listened carefully.
But Shi Ming understood: "You say."
Ning Yan asked him softly, "Will we be friends for life?"
"Of course." Shi Ming replied quickly.
"What if I'm not Ning Yan?"
"Whoever you are, we are all friends."
"I don't know who I am anymore..." Ning Yan hugged him, trembling all over, tears blurring her vision little by little.
He stared blankly at the pitch-black night outside, muttering unconsciously, "I can hardly tell who I am anymore... The person you like, your friend, is not me..."
"Shi Ming, I'm so scared. I feel like everything I have now is not mine..."
"I'm just a thief, I stole a life that didn't belong to me..."
"I am a...very selfish person..."
"I don't dare tell you the truth. I don't dare let you know what I was like before. I don't want you to know that the friend you like is not as good as you think..."
"Shi Ming, maybe the person you like... has never been me..."
"The person you fell in love with is someone who has been dead for a long, long time..."
"If I weren't Ning Yan, you wouldn't like me, none of you would like me..."
As he spoke, he began to sob and his words became incoherent.
Every word was so difficult that it seemed as if it was squeezed out from his chest. Shi Ming reached out to touch his face and felt his hands were full of tears.
Hot, bitter, and moist.
Ning Yan was probably tired of crying.
The person who had been chasing the target for three days and three nights and was still able to have a meal with his friends before returning, was now so tired that he could not stand after just crying.
Her whole body went from trembling to limp, and she almost hung on Shi Ming.
Shi Ming supported him, hugged him, and embraced him. During the time he returned to Beijing, Shi Ming was busy dealing with the accumulated work. He lost a lot of weight, even faster than the director asked him to when he first joined the crew.
At this moment, he could hardly support Ning Yan who was pressing all his weight on him, but he didn't want to push him away.
Two people sat on the ground.
I don’t know when it started, but Ning Yan bent over, lowered his head, and lay completely in his arms.
Shi Ming held him quietly, stroked his head gently, and looked at the sky outside which was about to break dawn.
Waiting for the arrival of dawn and light.
He suddenly remembered that when he was seven or eight years old, he was kicked out of the house by his adoptive parents, and he ran into Yu Li's house late at night.
Yu Li's sister also hugged him like this, patted his back, and said to him gently: "Little boy, take a nap. When you wake up, it will be daylight."
So, Shi Ming also imitated what he remembered, patting Ning Yan's back gently, like coaxing a child: "Ning Yan, get some sleep. When you wake up, it will be daylight."
When the day breaks, there is nothing to be afraid of.
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