Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Memories

The two agreed to play yoga for a while, but Feng Ling turned around and saw snow falling outside the window, and immediately forgot about changing into yoga clothes.

"Brother, it's snowing, the snowflakes are so beautiful." She jumped over and leaned on the window glass to watch the snow. Feng Ling had only seen snow a few times in her hometown, and this was her first time seeing snow in Beijing. The little girl looked at the snow outside the window very seriously with the help of the light in the courtyard.

Seeing her cute and naive look, Zhao Qingxun laughed and thought it would be nice to go out with her to see the snow. "Then let's go out and see the snow in the mountains."

"Okay... I won't go out, I..." Feng Ling had been asking Zhao Qingxun to accompany her, but she was still concerned about his health. It was so cold outside, she didn't care, but Zhao Qingxun was not in good health to begin with, and it was too crazy for him to go out to see the snow so late at night.

"It doesn't matter. I'm an unemployed man. I slept late today. I can make up for it by sleeping a little longer tomorrow morning." His eyes were sparkling as he looked at Feng Ling. As long as she liked it, what did it matter if he spent some time with her?

Because of Zhao Qingxun's health condition, housekeeper Song was a little unhappy this time. Before going out, he squatted beside the wheelchair and put on snow boots for Zhao Qingxun's paralyzed feet with foot supports. His paralyzed feet were thin and weak, and the support was much better after adding the foot supports. However, Zhao Qingxun had no feeling in his feet, so he didn't dare to use force to put the shoes on him. After fiddling with it for a while, Zhao Qingxun became a little impatient, and the pair of boots was barely put on properly.

It was snowing at midnight. Under different lights, the gloss and shape of the snowflakes were slightly different. Feng Ling was completely mesmerized by the first snow in the capital. They held hands all the way. Zhao Qingxun rarely had a smile on his lips and was in a very good mood.

The beauty of Beijing is difficult to describe in just one or two sentences. I don't know how the driver persuaded the guard to open the gate of the city park, whose garden landscape design is all works of world-class masters, for Zhao Qingxun's car and make an exception to let the car in.

"It's so beautiful, even prettier than our neighborhood." Pulling Zhao Qingxun's hand, Feng Ling looked around excitedly.

"How can you make such a comparison?" Zhao Qingxun shook his head helplessly. He really didn't know how to argue with the little princess who lived in the latest villa in Beijing and compared his own community with Beijing's top cultural park.

The car stopped beside an ancient pavilion, making it difficult to move forward. Feng Ling became nervous as the bodyguards brought out an electric wheelchair, preparing to carry Zhao Qingxun out of the car. She knew Zhao Qingxun hadn't been out for fun since becoming paralyzed. It was late at night, and it was freezing cold in the depths of winter. Feng Ling helped unbuckle Zhao Qingxun's seatbelt, hugged his thin frame, put a mask on him, and wrapped a soft scarf around him. His face and neck were completely covered, but Feng Ling refused to let go, carefully sizing him up and down, fearing she'd missed anything.

All worries were dispelled after getting off the car. The snowflakes were fluttering, not too big to blind the vision, nor too small to be seen. The white hexagonal ice crystals fell on the octagonal pavilion, on the white marble and blue brick floor, on Zhao Qingxun's black hair, and in Feng Ling's eyes.

An electric wheelchair couldn't handle cobblestones or wooden steps; it could only traverse asphalt and smooth stone bricks, creating a breathtaking view with every step. Unlike the bustling streets and entertainment venues that were packed with people, the park was deserted at this hour. Zhao Qingxun lamented silently that since becoming a wheelchair user, he'd been physically unable to accept it, and psychologically, even more afraid of being seen. Even now, five years later, he still dreaded being recognized.

Living in Switzerland, where there are relatively few Chinese people, Zhao Qingxun has never left the hospital or his home. In the early stages of his paralysis, he was busy trying to stay alive and get treatment. After his condition stabilized, he finally realized that he would be paralyzed forever and would never be able to stand up and walk again. Zhao Qingxun began to think about how to die quickly. He didn't want to be paralyzed in bed and rely on others to survive.

Both physically and mentally, Zhao Qingxun could not accept the fact of paralysis.

"The snow is so sensible, it falls in the way girls like." Looking at the romantic but not too heavy snow, Zhao Qingxun lamented that Beijing hasn't had heavy snowfall for many years. He wondered how happy Feng Ling would be if she saw several feet of snow.

"Brother, don't you like snow?" Seeing Zhao Qingxun sitting in the wheelchair without smiling, talking, or looking around, Feng Ling returned to the wheelchair and asked him with concern.

"like."

Slowly raise your left hand, palm facing up, and feel the snowflakes falling on your skin. This snow is not that snow. Looking back to the past, a photo of Zhao Qingxun looking back while skiing in Switzerland captivated hundreds of millions of girls. He was never a literary and romantic boy, but an adventurous and cool player.

She caught the snowflake with her hands and wanted to show it to Zhao Qingxun, but Feng Ling tried more than ten times but failed to make Zhao Qingxun see the six corners of the snowflake clearly.

Zhao Qingxun, a professional camera, needs auxiliary tools such as a tripod, so he chose a simple and easy-to-operate mobile phone and took a lot of photos of wind chimes and snowflakes.

"No more photos, no more photos, brother." Feng Ling came closer to look at the photos and found that Zhao Qingxun had his own unique perspective when taking photos, which was completely different from the ones taken by ordinary photographers.

Feng Ling's fingers accidentally touched Zhao Qingxun's fingers who were also swiping the phone screen. The thin fingers with protruding knuckles were as cold as snow, which made Feng Ling put away her playful mood immediately. Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and unable to move. He was so thin that he relied entirely on clothes to keep warm. Sitting in the snow like this was truly beautiful and freezing.

"The photos taken with a cell phone are not as good as those taken with a camera. Tell them to bring the camera over." Zhao Qingxun turned his head to look at Feng Ling. His right hand was weak and he could only rest it on the armrest to maintain his balance while sitting. He also freed his left hand to gently stroke her hair. His fingertips accidentally touched her face, which was so cold that he could not feel the touch of her skin.

"It looks great! My brother took the most beautiful picture of me. Today's shooting mission has been completed." Zhao Qingxun couldn't stay like this any longer. If he stayed for too long, he would definitely be frozen.

"Well, let's go somewhere else. Are you hungry?" He didn't feel cold, but was already thinking about what kind of restaurant Feng Ling would like. He hadn't been out for too long, and Zhao Qingxun, who was in his twenties, was completely out of touch with the lives of young people.

Late at night with snowflakes falling, under the streetlights in the park, Zhao Qingxun sat in a wheelchair and looked up at her, his voice still gentle and soft. Feng Ling didn't want to go anywhere, she wanted to take him home immediately.

"I can't just eat anything. Let's go home."

"The New Year is coming soon, so you don't have to lose weight. Let me take you to eat Huaiyang cuisine? Or, let's eat Japanese food." Zhao Qingxun was thinking about the little girl's happiness and thought that bars or something would be more fun, but without prior arrangements, it was really inconvenient for him to go.

With her little hands on the armrests on the back of the wheelchair, Feng Ling gently pushed him, "Brother, I'm sleepy."

"Let's go. We don't know when it will snow next time." The little girl insisted on going home. Zhao Qingxun drove the wheelchair, slowly turned around and walked back with her.

On the short way back, Zhao Qingxun was choked by the cold wind and started coughing. He tried hard to restrain himself so as not to worry Feng Ling, but he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and cough softly.

When the bodyguard held him, his right hand, which already had some strength, could not lift up by itself. It seemed that he was cold and tired, so he could only let it hang down at his side.

Fortunately, it was only half a step for the wheelchair to be moved to the car. After Zhao Qingxun was placed on the exclusive seat, his calves trembled slightly, causing his body to slide down continuously. His limp body made it even more difficult to sit still. The bodyguard hurriedly added another safety belt to his chest. With the help of the wide belt, Zhao Qingxun's weak body was barely able to sit steadily.

Worried that Zhao Qingxun was frozen, Feng Ling moved to his right side and wanted to warm his immobile hand, "Brother, let me warm your hands."

"I'm not cold, it's okay." His lips were frozen white and his breathing was a little painful. Zhao Qingxun even tried to turn his head and give Feng Ling a faint smile.

The man who said he was fine forced himself to answer Feng Ling. Feng Ling checked whether his limbs were in the right position. He didn't make a sound for two or three minutes. When she looked at Zhao Qingxun again, she saw that his body was fixed by the safety belt, and he had fallen asleep with his head tilted to the side.

When they arrived at the door of the house, the housekeeper Song who came out to greet him saw that Zhao Qingxun was asleep. Although he felt distressed, there was nothing he could do. He asked the nurse to wake him up and carefully carried him back to the bedroom. He never sat in the wheelchair again.

Feng Ling followed the nurse all the way. She was worried about Zhao Qingxun who always said he was not cold and was fine. She wanted to see with her own eyes that he was fine before she could feel at ease.

Because his body was extremely cold, Zhao Qingxun urinated much more than usual. When the nurse put him on the bed to check on him, the urine bag on his calf was almost full. The room was extremely warm, but he couldn't warm up quickly.

Forcing himself to stay awake, Zhao Qingxun spoke to the nurse, "Is it leaking?" He couldn't feel his body and couldn't see while lying down, so he had to ask.

"No, it may be because it's cold outside. You've discharged more than usual. Change it right away." A nurse took off the urine bag to throw it away, and another nurse took off Zhao Qingxun's trousers. After unbuttoning the waistband, he lifted up his long legs slightly. The remaining muscles on the sides of his legs began to twitch, and the twitching spread to his drooping toes, which kicked non-stop.

It was obvious that he had caught a cold, so the two nurses prepared to give Zhao Qingxun a massage to help his blood circulation and warm up his body faster.

Below the waistline, Zhao Qingxun felt nothing, including excretion. He knew he was cold, and from being moved and twitching, he knew the nurse was cleaning him. He was completely unaware of touch or pain.

Feng Ling nervously watched the nurses help Zhao Qingxun change his clothes, and watched them gently massage his slender limbs that kicked slightly. She also sat by the bed, grabbed his thin and deformed right hand, and rubbed it vigorously, hoping that he would get better soon and stop feeling uncomfortable.

"I'm fine, baby. Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep." The strength in his hands was almost nothing in Feng Ling's hands, but Zhao Qingxun was still worried about Feng Ling's daily life.

In order not to distract Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling, who was not sleepy, left his room obediently.

Zhao Qingxun spent half a year with her day and night, and he was completely focused on taking good care of the little girl. Feng Ling's studies, food, clothing, and her growing body were all important. Was she stressed after the movie's release? He kept an eye on her every day.

Paralyzed, with no strength or energy left, Zhao Qingxun's enthusiasm for his own affairs was fleeting, his passionate thoughts often unable to withstand the drag of his frail body. There was very little he could do now. Therefore, caring for Feng Ling took up almost all of Zhao Qingxun's time. He no longer had time to think about death or dwell on random things, and he lived a relatively healthy and positive life.

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