Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Memories

The temperature in Beijing in August was scorching hot. Zhao Lan suggested that Feng Ling learn horse riding, fencing and Chinese dance because of her new movie.

Dance teachers can come to your home to teach, and wind chimes can be practiced at home, but fencing and horseback riding still require the help of professional coaches.

Regarding horse riding, the unusually attentive Zhao Lanyin also asked to keep it a secret from Zhao Qingxun and told Feng Ling "not to let your brother know."

As a result, Feng Ling secretly went out to attend class. When Zhao Qingxun woke up, he couldn't see her. The housekeeper hesitated and didn't dare to explain. Zhao Qingxun, who had been calm for many years, got very angry. He pushed all the computers and water cups on hand to the ground. The housekeeper and the nurse were so scared that they dared not breathe. While cleaning up the things, they kept apologizing to Zhao Qingxun and begged him not to get sick from anger.

"What's there that I can't know? You, one or two, teamed up to deceive me?" Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and couldn't walk. He had to rely on his bed and wheelchair all day long. If the people around him wanted to hide something, there were many things that Zhao Qingxun really had no way of knowing. He felt sick in his heart and hated his useless body that could only rely on others for everything.

"Miss Fengling, we went horseback riding. We didn't hide it from you on purpose. We were just afraid that you would be upset if you knew, so..." said the nurse who took care of her day after day. He had been with Zhao Qingxun for several years and knew that Zhao Qingxun had a bad temper, but he was reasonable, so he bravely told him the reason for everyone's silence.

After hearing this reason, Zhao Qingxun closed his eyes with relief. As long as Feng Ling was not asked to accompany him to drink and ride horses, he didn't mind.

Zhao Qingxun, who likes horse riding, is even looking forward to seeing Feng Ling dressed in riding clothes. She is so healthy and lively that she will look good in anything she wears.

Of course Feng Ling didn't go home wearing her riding clothes. After entering the house, she quietly asked her brother what he was doing. Then, carrying the dumplings she had queued up to buy, she ran into Zhao Qingxun's room chattering.

"Brother, wait for me, I'm going to wash my hands, and then we'll eat these dumplings together, they're super delicious." After running out for most of the day, Feng Ling didn't want to come back empty-handed, so she bought some crab roe soup dumplings, just in time for the two of them to have dinner together.

"Have you eaten yet?" Zhao Qingxun half leaned against the headboard, put down the soup spoon in his hand, slowly raised his head and asked her. Because it was time for dinner, Zhao Qingxun couldn't stand being hungry, so he put the meal in his room and prepared to eat while waiting for Feng Ling to come home.

"No, I saw everyone recommending it. So many people said it was delicious, so it must be delicious." Opening the carefully packaged paper box, Feng Ling placed ten small buns on the small table in front of Zhao Qingxun.

"Okay, let's try it." Deciding not to spoil the fun, Zhao Qingxun gently pushed the small porcelain plate in front of him and raised the corners of his lips towards Feng Ling.

Seeing that her brother was not unhappy because she had been out for most of the day, Feng Ling happily picked up a bun, put it on a small porcelain plate, and fed it directly to Zhao Qingxun's lips.

Zhao Qingxun, who had no appetite, had just eaten two mouthfuls of porridge when Feng Ling came back. He simply opened his mouth and took a bite of the bun. The bun had a lingering fragrance, thin skin, fresh filling, and delicious juice. It tasted really good.

Seeing him slowly take a small bite, Feng Ling asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah, not bad."

Before Zhao Qingxun could continue his comments, Feng Ling stuffed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth and began to eat with a smile, "It's really good, the netizens are not lying."

After sharing a small bun, Feng Ling helped Zhao Qingxun fix the fork in his hand and picked up another small bun for him. While she was adding soup, Zhao Qingxun whispered, "Baby, riding a horse, can I go and see?"

Feng Ling looked at Zhao Qingxun with her big eyes, making sure that he was not angry. Then she answered obediently, "Brother, of course it's good for you to go with me. It's like having a master-level senior to cheer me up."

With a gentle look, Zhao Qingxun patiently explained his thoughts to Feng Ling, "I'm in a wheelchair, not a master, I'm just going to take a look." Zhao Qingxun was a little worried because of the psychological shadow, and wanted to go and see the horse farm. Now that he could no longer ride a horse, it should be okay for him to help Feng Ling check it out.

That night, Zhao Qingxun, a veteran equestrian with professional experience, shared a number of his experiences and anecdotes with Feng Ling. He didn't directly mention the accident, but Feng Ling could tell from his expression that Zhao Qingxun was comfortable discussing the past, not particularly shy about it.

The next day, in order not to keep Zhao Qingxun waiting for too long, Feng Ling changed her clothes at home and then went to Zhao Qingxun's door to wait for him to come out.

Zhao Qingxun was not wearing formal clothes. He wore loose clothes and casual shoes, and his hair was not deliberately styled. He looked like a pure boy. He maneuvered his wheelchair out and saw Feng Ling standing at the door in riding clothes.

"Brother, do I look good?" Her long hair was casually tied up, and her slim trousers lengthened her originally straight and slender legs. Feng Ling's beauty was unrestrained and impactful. Even if she was seen every day, it would still make Zhao Qingxun's eyes light up.

He nodded slowly, already looking forward to watching her ride a horse. He pursed his lips and praised her, "You look very good."

When they arrived at the racecourse, before getting off the bus, the nurse helped Zhao Qingxun put on a full set of gear, including a hat, mask, and sunglasses. Outside, everyone called Zhao Qingxun "Boss." While a disabled young man in a wheelchair might attract attention, the racecourse was a membership-based operation, so the crowds were sparse. Zhao Qingxun was so tightly wrapped up that ordinary people wouldn't associate him with the former superstar.

"Brother, can you still see me clearly? You promised me that you would guide me." Before getting off the car, Feng Ling pulled Zhao Qingxun's weak right arm and acted coquettishly.

"You can see clearly, don't worry." The sunglasses covered half of his face, making Zhao Qingxun's skin look white as snow and his thinness and frailty more prominent. He tried to move his arm and shook his wrist to express his attitude to Feng Ling.

Fengling has no problem with her physical fitness due to long-term exercise and dancing. Her advantage over many beginners lies in her excellent balance and comprehension. She is also very brave. In the first class, she dared to ride a horse alone and had a harmonious relationship with the pony.

Under the helmet and protective vest, Feng Ling was only wearing a white polo shirt. Having a coach accompany her throughout the whole process made Zhao Qingxun, who was watching from afar, feel much more at ease.

Staying indoors, the temperature was cool and comfortable, but Zhao Qingxun wouldn't come out if he wanted to be comfortable. He really wanted to see Feng Ling and show his concern for her. Secretly, Zhao Qingxun also wanted to observe Feng Ling's horseback riding carefully and use his own riding experience to guide her, helping the little girl improve faster and master basic skills. Staying at home all day, it was a rare opportunity to guide Feng Ling, and Zhao Qingxun was actually very concerned about it.

After all, equestrian knowledge is rich and covers a wide range. If you want to become a more professional person, it takes years of study and it is definitely not something that can be achieved overnight.

The weather was too hot, and Zhao Qingxun, unable to tolerate the cold, couldn't stand the heat either. He'd almost lost the ability to regulate his body temperature. While ordinary people are very sensitive to heat and cold and have basic self-regulation abilities, Zhao Qingxun, confined to a wheelchair and unable to move freely, was the most likely to suffer a heat stroke in the scorching heat.

Feng Ling, with a keen interest in horseback riding, listened attentively to the instructor's instructions, occasionally feeding the pony with carrots and sugar cubes prepared by Zhao Qingxun. The two of them surrounded a horse, creating a particularly harmonious scene. Soon, Feng Ling was able to trot freely on the horse. The dazzling sunlight streamed down, and her long hair fluttered with the horse's trot, as if dancing in the wind, full of charm.

The horse ran to Zhao Qingxun's side. Feng Ling saw the nurse bending down to talk to Zhao Qingxun, as if wiping his sweat with a handkerchief? Then, when she looked back, Zhao Qingxun's wheelchair was pushed away and went towards the room.

Without waiting for the get out of class to end, Feng Ling got off the horse in a hurry and ran in to find Zhao Qingxun. She saw him in the room, with the backrest of his wheelchair lowered, half lying down and being fed water by the nurse.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Hearing the sound of the wind chimes, Zhao Qingxun released the straw from his mouth, raised his eyes to look at her, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

It would be better for him not to say that he was fine. Feng Ling looked at the nurse. The nurse did not dare to lie and lowered his head and replied, "It's too hot, Xiaoxun is sweating a lot..." Zhao Qingxun was completely paralyzed below the waist and abdomen and could not sweat. It would be dangerous if he was hot for a long time. He really could not stand the cold or the heat. The nurse would never dare to neglect his body and answered Feng Ling implicitly.

Immediately, Feng Ling said that riding a horse was too tiring and she wanted to go home. Zhao Qingxun was in so much pain that he didn't have time to say anything. He gently shook his hand, which was held by Feng Ling. After carefully checking Zhao Qingxun's condition, the nurse protected him, carefully carried him to the car, and quickly returned home.

Others are looking for opportunities to succeed everywhere, but Feng Ling doesn't need to. Her opportunity is at home. She only needs to accompany Zhao Qingxun and listen to Director Zhao's words to have a life that most people can't even dream of.

It is a blessing to be Zhao Qingxun's sister, because as a brother, he does not have any requirements for his sister. In fact, Zhao Qingxun has never called Fengling sister, but always called her by her nickname. He is intimate but leaves space for her, respects her preferences, and never forces her to do anything.

During the relaxation period before school started, Feng Ling continued to learn performances. She took dance classes, body shape classes, horse riding, fencing, and even makeup and styling classes, all taught by professional teachers. Zhao Qingxun's health was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and he still spent most of his time recovering. After several months of traditional Chinese medicine treatment, he reached a stage and it was time to rest for a while.

"I've been here for too long. I want to go back to Switzerland. After school starts, there will still be someone at home to take care of you. You don't have to worry about anything." After dinner one day, Zhao Qingxun held Feng Ling's little hand and told her his plan.

Without asking a single word, Feng Ling pulled her hand back and burst into tears on the spot.

Light tears rolled down Feng Ling's eyelashes like a slide. Zhao Qingxun saw her crying and hurriedly reached out his hand to wipe her tears.

"Baby? You, don't cry." He felt so heartbroken that it seemed like it was going to break. Why did she start crying after he just said one word?

Her plump and tender lower lip was bitten by her snow-white teeth. Feng Ling forgot the instruction to cry beautifully when acting. She stared at Zhao Qingxun with her big eyes. The first batch of tears had almost flowed, and she began to accuse, "Brother, do you hate me? What did I do wrong? Tell me, I will definitely change. You, don't leave..." After finishing the sentence reluctantly, the little girl shrugged her shoulders and began to choke again. Bigger tears flowed down one by one. Zhao Qingxun's left hand, the only one he could raise, could no longer catch the tears, and was completely wet by Feng Ling's tears.

"No, you, I..." Zhao Qingxun was smart and calm. Even when he was lying on the hospital bed and unable to move, he never stuttered or hesitated. Today, facing Feng Ling's tears, Zhao Qingxun began to speak incoherently and didn't know what to say.

"Brother, please don't leave, okay?" Fortunately, Feng Ling gave him a clear question.

"Okay, okay, baby, don't cry, don't cry."

Zhao Qingxun said bitterly, "I have never coaxed a girl in my life." But Feng Ling was still crying and sobbing, looking very aggrieved.

"I won't go back to Switzerland, baby. I'll give you a car. Stop crying, okay?" He made a solemn statement and took the initiative to explain the punishment mechanism. Zhao Qingxun was completely defeated and surrendered voluntarily.

After not returning to Switzerland for more than a year, Zhao Qingxun was once again left in Beijing. He bought Feng Ling the little white car she had been looking forward to for a long time and agreed to let her learn to drive.

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