A long message was written.

The long, white fingers paused on the send button, and then tapped down.

After the last message was sent, Ye Tian was as if he had lost all his strength, and his whole person relaxed, put his mobile phone next to his pillow, and fell asleep with a full of complicated thoughts, accompanied by tears that seemed to be there and seemed to be not.

.......

Paris, the capital of the French Republic and the largest city in France, has a unique charm that attracts people from all over the world like a huge magnetic field. The charm of Paris lies in the Seine, the beautiful Seine River runs through Paris, adding spice and vitality to Paris. The bridges of the Seine tell the story and myth of the legend. The charm of Paris lies in its ancient and majestic architecture, and its style reflects the splendor and status of Paris in the past.

The French public hospital is located in the city.

Due to the time difference with China, although it is only about 5 o'clock in the morning in China at this moment, it is close to 12 o'clock in the afternoon in France.

Winter has arrived, and the bright green plane trees on both sides of the street have all withered, giving this romantic city a slightly sad feeling.

For hundreds of years, this Parisian public hospital has been filled with the weight of time.

On the fifth floor of the inpatient department, there are separate senior wards.

In ward 605, there was a girl.

When the doctors and nurses of the Paris public hospitals chatted in private, they could not help but mention the girl from the East, envy the girl's scattered shawl and silky black silk, marvel at the delicate and beautiful face, and praise the girl's good cultivation and conversation.

"What a good girl."

Aunt Bourjewa, a senior nurse in the hospital's inpatient department, was always full of praise for the girl.

Many young male doctors can't help but admire them.

This was the first time they had seen a girl from the East, with such a heart-warming appearance and temperament.

Seems to be a Chinese?

It turned out to be the Far East country with a long history.

If it were there, it would not be surprising that the mysterious country gave birth to such a beautiful woman.

It's just that......

Thinking of the admission information about the girl, whether it was the doctor who admired the girl, or the nurses who had a good impression and kindness, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts and felt a little heavy:

Really, it's a pity.

Of course, France is a romantic city, and even so, there are still many male doctors who can't help but want to confess.

However, the results are all without exception.

The girl will tell them very politely that she is married.

.......

Inpatient Department, Ward 605.

Clean white walls, white hospital beds, clean and soft beds and quilts, and a faint smell of disinfectant alcohol in the air.

The sunlight shone in lazily through the clear window, reflecting the shadow of the girl on the hospital bed on the ground, looking slender and delicate.

The girl was panting for a white hospital gown, the size seemed to be a little bigger, and it was even more pitiful to wear on her.

A head of jet-black hair fell out, compared to a few months ago, the fundamentally bright and shiny Xiu found that it seemed to be a little dull, reflecting the girl's sickly pale complexion, all quietly revealing the girl's physical state at this moment.

The girl sitting on the hospital bed leaned back against the soft pillow that had been erected, and there were stacks of stationery on her knees, and at this moment she was bowing her head and writing something quietly and intently on the letterhead, her hair falling down on the sides of her cheeks, making it impossible to see the girl's face and expression.

The door to the ward was gently pushed open.

A middle-aged woman walked in with a basket of fruit:

"Tongtong, how was the lunch break?"

"Would you like some fruit?"

There was a mother's undisguised concern for her daughter in her tone.

The girl raised her head and looked at her mother, with a smile on her face:

"Well, I just had a nap."

Listening to her daughter's answer, the mother finally nodded reassuringly, and then her eyes fell on the letter paper on the girl's knees, and she couldn't help reproaching:

"I'm writing again, didn't the doctor say it? If you want to lie in bed, rest more, don't do anything else, don't consume your energy. ”

The girl stuck out her tongue:

"It's okay, I'm in good spirits today, and I don't need injections in the afternoon, so it's too boring to lie in bed and do nothing."

As she spoke, the girl couldn't help but pout, coquettishly:

"And I told those nurses and sisters that I wanted to go outside to bask in the sun and see the flowers in the small garden, but they didn't let me get out of bed, and stayed in bed every day, it was so boring."

The mother shook her head helplessly:

"Okay, okay, but the doctors and nurses still have to listen to it......."

"Get as much rest as you can."

Her tone had softened, after all, she also knew how boring it was to stay in bed all day.

Thinking about her daughter's condition, the mother couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in her heart.

However, soon, looking at the smiling daughter who had just written the letter, his heart moved slightly, and asked:

"Are you writing to that little leaf again?"

A blush appeared on the girl's face, and she let out a soft "um".

Mother couldn't help but sigh:

"Hey, Tongtong, you've written so many letters, but why don't you want to send them in the end?"

"If that little leaf can't see it, what's the use of writing more."

Speaking of this, she felt distressed again as a mother.

She knew that almost every day or two, her daughter would write letters whenever she had leisure and was in good spirits and didn't need to get an injection.

But letters were written one after another, and after a few months, they were already stacked thickly, but not a single one of them was sent.

"Why don't I send it for you? Let also let the little leaf in your mouth know, after all, you can't often touch the electronic devices such as computers and mobile phones now, are you really not in touch all the time? ”

The girl listened to her mother's words, but she still lowered her head, did not speak, but gently pursed her lips:

It's not that you don't want to get in touch......

It's just, even if you get in touch, what can you do?

Although my father and mother have said very well about this disease, in fact, I haven't been able to find a matching source for so long, so I should be desperate.

Why let him know that it only adds to his troubles?

Isn't it good to let yourself leave the best impression on him?

(Hmm, the bet was lost, haha, write the sycamore to you in advance, well, do what you say.) ）

(Okay, Ben Xiami skipped class again and is ready to start a live broadcast.) ）

(End of chapter)