Paris, France.

In the park of the Hospital of Santis.

A handsome man, dressed in a brown trench coat and a gray scarf, with an autumn mood all over his body, gently pushed a wheelchair and walked through the park,

In the wheelchair, there is a man, his eyes are gently closed, as if he is sleeping, and the corners of his mouth are still with a faint smile.

"You've been asleep for so long, why haven't you woken up?" Ma Liang pushed the wheelchair and said softly to the ink.

"Look, it's autumn, and the sycamore leaves here have fallen." Ma Liang pushed his wheelchair outside to bask in the sun, and a withered yellow sycamore leaf fell on Luo Mo's hand.

"The doctor said that your health is getting better and better, that you will definitely wake up in a short time, you know, I am very happy to know this." Ma Liang lowered his head and looked at the ink in the wheelchair.

"Wang Yang is going back, next month, they will get married, you wake up quickly, don't you want to see Zhong Kui's happiness with your own eyes, then you wake up quickly, wake up, I'll accompany you." With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Ma Liang said softly.

"You lazy, it's time to wake up." Ma Liang found a wooden chair in the park and sat there, looking at the ink in front of him, the autumn wind blowing, and there was a chill.

Ma Liang took off the scarf around his neck, carefully wrapped it around Luo Mo's neck, and smiled.

"It is said that Paris is the capital of romance, you see, there are still people kissing there, if you draw such an atmosphere, it must be very romantic." Ma Liang looked at the chair not far away, where a couple was kissing as if no one was around.

Looking into the distance, a couple in their forties glanced at each other, smiled, and kissed gently.

Here, there is a romantic atmosphere everywhere.

"Do you miss Nancheng, well, I think you must have thought about it, in a few days, whether you wake up or not, I'll take you back or not, so you will definitely be happy." Ma Liang smiled at Luo Mo and said softly.

For so long, Ma Liang has been talking to himself in Luo Mo's ear every day, he is afraid that Luo Mo can hear it, if no one around him speaks, he will be too lonely.

"Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, no matter how long you still have to sleep, don't worry, I will always stay by your side, whether you sleep for a year, sleep for three years, or sleep for a lifetime, it doesn't matter, as long as you stay by my side." Ma Liang gently held the warm hand of Luo Mo and said with a smile.

And Luo Mo still closed his eyes, did not answer, did not respond, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the fingers in Ma Liang's hand seemed to move.

"Ink?" Ma Liang felt the touch of his fingers trembling just now.

Thinking it was his own delusion, he hurriedly let go of his palm and looked at Mo Mo's hand.

For a long time, I didn't move my fingers.

"You guy, you're going to lie to me when you fall asleep." Ma Liang knew that it was his own delusion, smiled helplessly, stood up, and pushed the wheelchair.

"Let's go, we should go back."

After speaking, Ma Liang smiled and pushed the wheelchair and slowly walked towards the hospital on the asphalt road covered with sycamore leaves.

Luo Mo's fingers, at this time, moved again, but this time Ma Liang didn't see it.

The sycamore leaves behind them, covering their footsteps, disappeared without a trace.

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