Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Memories

Initially, Zhao Lanyin had asked Feng Ling to take the driver's license test when she turned 18. Since the family had a driver, Zhao Qingxun, preoccupied with the risk, hadn't sent Feng Ling. Now, he'd come to terms with it. How could such a wonderful girl like Feng Ling not know how to drive? So, Zhao Qingxun planned to leave Butler Song behind to take care of Feng Ling after he returned to Switzerland while he let her learn to drive.

Zhao Qingxun, who once owned several sports cars and also tried his hand at racing, is now paralyzed and bedridden. He has long forgotten the days of racing against the wind on the track. If he's not in good health, he'll get carsick and vomit just by sitting in the car. He'll never be able to experience the joy of driving again.

In fact, Feng Ling learned to drive from the moment she sat in the driver's seat, with just a few quick instructions from her instructor, and passed her test in record time. Zhao Qingxun even raised the bar for her, sending someone to help her apply for an international driver's license. Perhaps, one day in the future, he'd get behind the wheel of Feng Ling, and the two of them might go for a drive.

Zhao Qingxun, who stayed in Beijing, began to resume the management of the company. He no longer just quietly invested in financial management on the computer. Starting with Jian Ying and Song Chaojin, although there were only two people, he also took a key step in resuming social interaction.

College life is wonderful and extraordinary for Feng Ling. She is enrolled in the best acting school and acting department in China. She is surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women, as well as talented and gifted people. Feng Ling is undoubtedly hardworking and motivated. Moreover, she has a biggest trump card - the world-famous director Zhao Lanyin is her adoptive mother.

During the three years of filming, Feng Ling not only grew taller, but was also taken out of the mountain village by Zhao Lanyin. She was left alone like a little animal, and even had to learn and adapt to going to the toilet. The precocious child had already learned 80% to 90% of the rules of the game in the adult world.

Later, a year with Zhao Qingxun was undoubtedly a year of refinement for the young girl Feng Ling. She grew a little taller, and most importantly, she underwent a complete transformation from her hair and eyebrows to her skin and nails. From a beautiful and sunny girl, Feng Ling has become a stunning lady with a halo in every move. Her beauty is engraved in her bones, with an effortless and purely natural style. She is whatever the camera requires her to become, and she contains endless energy and countless potentials.

During her first semester at university, due to Feng Ling's identity as an artist, Zhao Qingxun not only sent bodyguards and drivers to pick her up, but they even stood guard at the door of the teaching building, never missing a moment. Except for a few minutes before class when a classmate approached her, Feng Ling never had the chance to come into contact with outsiders.

Zhao Lanyin has been preparing for the new movie for a long time, and she still trusts her son more. She put three scripts in front of Zhao Qingxun and asked him to help choose one.

Zhao Qingxun had been struggling with stomach issues for the past few days, so he had no choice but to rest in bed with a diaper and a nursing pad. Seeing the three notebooks his mother offered, fortunately, he had already read them. He moved his arms to support his upper body, his voice hoarse but his attitude very casual, "Choose one out of three. Flipping a coin is not an option."

"What coin are you flipping? Just take a good look at it for me, and then we can make a decision." It was important to come home to talk about business, but it was also important to care about his son's health. Zhao Lan looked at his complexion carefully, and found that his cheeks were still thin, but fortunately he was in good spirits.

In Zhao Qingxun's mind, he naturally knew which book was more suitable for Feng Ling. He deliberately evaded the question, "I'm just an idler who doesn't care about anything. Is it so important?"

"You have always been the most important." The son understood himself and Feng Ling. He had the tastes and preferences of a young man, as well as the mentality and experience of a mature person. He was the perfect candidate for Zhao Lanyin.

That day, Zhao Qingxun chose a story that was completely different from the previous movie. It seemed extremely difficult to perform, but in fact, complete subversion was the most relaxed and comfortable performance.

By the time the new film was finalized, it was already winter in Beijing. The little weight Zhao Qingxun had gained in the autumn was completely consumed by an illness.

"Brother, I've gotten a little better these days. Why don't you want to see me? What happened?" Feng Ling came back from school at noon. She had no classes in the afternoon and didn't have to go out to try on makeup. She stayed at home and wanted to feed Zhao Qingxun a few more bites of food.

Unfortunately, Zhao Qingxun was not in good spirits and had no appetite at all. He hadn't even had breakfast yet. When he heard that Feng Ling was at home, he asked the nurse to close the door, which made Feng Ling very angry.

"It's okay, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep for a while." Zhao Qingxun, who was lying on his side with his head buried in the pillow and leaning against the shaping pillow, had a low voice and sounded even weaker.

"I'll have dinner with you. Auntie has prepared a lot, there must be something you like." The little hands had already wrapped around Zhao Qingxun's back. Feng Ling planned to pick him up. It would be strange if he had an appetite if he always lay down.

"Well, I'll eat by myself. You go out. The food in the room doesn't taste good." Zhao Qingxun raised his left hand, which had some strength, and actually pushed Feng Ling's arm.

"Oh my god, you're trying to piss us off, brother! Yours is the prettiest and most fragrant place in the whole house. I know you're sick and in a bad mood. Don't push me away. I'm here to keep you company." The house is equipped with a state-of-the-art air conditioning system, so how could there be a smell in the room? It's all the psychological effects of a chronic illness.

Without asking Zhao Qingxun's opinion, Feng Ling half-hugged his back with one hand and began to adjust the height of the nursing bed with the other hand. The head of the bed rose a little bit. Feng Ling was not in a hurry to pick up Zhao Qingxun, but hugged him and let him lean on her arms. After he got used to the height, she slowly let him sit up by himself.

After lying there for a long time, Zhao Qingxun would feel dizzy every time he turned over. He leaned in Feng Ling's arms, unable to say anything except subconsciously reaching out to hug her and humming in discomfort.

He has been suffering from severe neuralgia recently, and his bladder has also become inflamed. Because of blood in his urine, the doctor has forbidden Zhao Qingxun to use an indwelling urinary catheter. At home, he can only use diapers, which Zhao Qingxun hates the most. The nurse occasionally gives him intermittent catheterization, so he is in a bad mood and only wants to lie down alone.

"You, new role, prepare well." He didn't want her to be distracted by him. He could only lie at home and nothing would happen. His baby's studies and career had just begun, and there were so many things to do.

"Brother, you must eat well too. You can't lose any more weight." He has always been thin. If he loses any more weight, he will be too weak and it will be difficult for him to breathe. Feng Ling is so distressed. She hates herself for not being able to study medicine and become a doctor to relieve Zhao Qingxun's pain. She can only accompany him more and hope that he can get better, even if he is a little fatter.

His mind was full of worries that his lower body wrapped in diapers would leak and emit a smell, but his body couldn't feel anything at all. Zhao Qingxun was in a very bad mood. After reluctantly eating a few bites, he refused to eat even after Feng Ling persuaded him, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

Feng Ling had no choice but to memorize the script while watching over him. She began to vaguely hope that winter would pass sooner.

When Zhao Qingxun was ill and everything was at a standstill as she focused on recuperation, Feng Ling seemed to be full of vitality. She learned new skills for the new movie and worked hard to lose weight to fit the artistic girlish look of the role. She also studied hard. The little girl with endless strength bravely grasped the throat of fate, seized the opportunity, and moved towards greater success step by step.

During this Spring Festival, Director Zhao's new movie began filming quietly. Before the filming officially started, all the staff had arrived. For the same goal, everyone put the holidays behind them.

After shooting a lot of shots and Zhao Lanyin was satisfied, he officially held a press conference during the Spring Festival to announce the start of filming of the new movie.

His two closest women, his mother and Feng Ling, were busy. Although Zhao Qingxun could see Feng Ling often, he knew that Zhao Lanyin had already booked her leave after school started, as they were going to film in another city. To prevent Feng Ling from being distracted by Beijing, and because he had been away for so long, Zhao Qingxun hurried back to his home in Bern after Feng Ling's second semester began.

Originally, they wanted to leave Butler Song to take care of Feng Ling, but Butler Song said he was unwilling to be separated from Zhao Qingxun no matter what, so they had no choice but to entrust the Beijing home to another butler.

In order to prevent body cramps caused by the hardship of the journey, Zhao Qingxun took several kinds of medicine in advance. He has been drowsy since taking off from Beijing. With the care of special people, he is in good condition.

A few hours later, he woke from a nagging dream. He stared blankly at the scene before him for a long moment before gradually coming to his senses. He moved his left hand, wanting to check his phone out of habit, but his body was weak after taking the medicine. His hand, gloved and in place, didn't touch anything, and fell straight down. With a soft click, the nurse beside him immediately stood up and whispered, "Xiaoxun, what do you want?"

His arms were out of control, and Zhao Qingxun remembered that he had taken medicine. He closed his eyes, said "water" in a low and hoarse voice, and never mentioned the phone again.

When the nurses carefully picked up Zhao Qingxun's upper body, another nurse found that Zhao Qingxun's eyes were half open and half closed, with a mouthful of water in his mouth. His lips moved for a long time but he couldn't swallow it. The nurse who was holding his body bravely used his free hand to massage the side of Zhao Qingxun's Adam's apple. After rubbing it a few times, he heard a "gulp" sound, and half of the water was swallowed, and the other half flowed out from the corner of his lips.

During the second half of the flight, Zhao Qingxun was in poor condition, experiencing nausea and vomiting. Even after vomiting out a bit of mucus and medication residue, he still felt nauseous and even had a bit of diarrhea. Although it was only a small amount, it was beyond his body's tolerance. After waking up and realizing he had diarrhea, Zhao Qingxun became extremely emotionally unstable. However, on the plane, there was no immediate facility to shower him. Butler Song had to constantly comfort him, and the nurse cleaned him up very neatly, ensuring that Zhao Qingxun did not embarrass himself.

Zhao Qingxun was carried off the plane in a daze, and the nurse clearly heard him calling "Baby..."

No one dared to respond. When he was carried into the car and the cold wind blew on his face, Zhao Qingxun woke up. The effect of the medicine wore off and he completely regained consciousness.

When Zhao Qingxun is awake, he stays at his home in Bern, looking at the lake, the snow, and the flowers. He will stay quiet all day without saying a word.

After separating from Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun not only suffered physically from the fatigue of the journey, which took him many days of rest to gradually recover, but the emotional changes were what were most difficult for him to accept.

When he saw the lilies, when he was eating, and when he was too tired to talk after rehabilitation, Zhao Qingxun would always think of Feng Ling. He missed her eating with him, her little hand holding his hand and acting coquettishly, her arms around him, holding him, and taking care of him. Her perfect hands never disliked his shriveled and deformed body. She was like warm sunshine, gradually spreading with the longing, and seeping into Zhao Qingxun's heart.

"Brother, did I disturb your rest?" Thousands of kilometers apart, the sound of the wind chimes on the phone was so clear, as if the person was right in front of him, causing Zhao Qingxun's heartbeat to inexplicably quicken.

If he could, he would have sat up, clutched the phone and whispered to her, but Zhao Qingxun could only lie on the bed, the thin blanket ruffled by his left hand. His hand was too excited to hold the phone, so Butler Song held it up and put it close to his ear. The voice was still faint, and it was impossible to tell whether it was sad or happy. "No."

"I'm so tired! I ran so much today." Filming is hard work, day and night, and even a girl as old as Feng Ling feels too tired.

Knowing the hard work involved, Zhao Qingxun distressedly told her, "Baby, eat well and don't get too thin."

"Brother, I miss you so much." Unprepared but also expected, Feng Ling childishly asked Zhao Qingxun directly, "Do you miss me?"

On the other end of the phone, Butler Song sat by the bed, holding up the phone to Zhao Qingxun. He deliberately stretched out the ending tone and responded lightly, "Hmm..."

Feng Ling was dissatisfied and snorted coquettishly, "You are perfunctory to me, brother has already forgotten me."

"No." Not wanting her to misunderstand, Zhao Qingxun immediately responded, stopping her from continuing to speak unhappily.

But Zhao Qingxun couldn't say anything sentimental. He was an older brother and didn't want to tell his illness and unhappiness to his sister who was six years younger than him.

Feng Ling would often call Zhao Qingxun whenever it was convenient for him, unless she was particularly busy filming and missed the call due to time difference. Zhao Lanyin would inform her son of the filming progress on time, so Zhao Qingxun was always fully aware of Feng Ling's whereabouts and safety.

Due to the thorough preparation, the main shooting progress of this new movie was completed before Fengling's summer vacation. Fengling also learned to plan. She booked a flight to Switzerland early. For the first time, accompanied by her assistant, she flew to Switzerland to find Zhao Qingxun.

The assistant was left in Zurich, and Feng Ling, escorted by Zhao Qingxun's bodyguards, drove straight to his home in Bern. It was a typical European luxury lakeside villa, with a garden large enough for a horse to gallop in. Feng Ling saw it from afar and felt that this was a place that Zhao Qingxun would like: large, beautiful, and comfortable.

"Brother," Feng Ling had a lot to say. Before she got out of the car, she saw Zhao Qingxun waiting for her at the door in a wheelchair. Without waiting for the bodyguard to open the door, Feng Ling pushed the door open herself, ran out of the car, and hugged Zhao Qingxun's neck tightly.

The custom-made wheelchair backrest fits his waist and abdomen well, and his body is securely fixed in the wheelchair. Zhao Qingxun sits very upright and is hugged by Feng Ling. Zhao Qingxun can't help but raise his hands to hug her back. He is speechless and can only call her with a gasping voice.

"Baby."

Zhao Qingxun was dressed as elegantly and handsomely as ever, wearing loose trousers, a white shirt and a new jacket. His hairstyle was also obviously well-groomed, but he was thinner. Although he sat upright with his legs fixed straight by the wheelchair leg rests, Feng Ling could tell at a glance that Zhao Qingxun was probably not in good health.

"It's been a few months. Let me take a good look at you." She didn't dare to lean too hard and straightened up from Zhao Qingxun's arms. Feng Ling carefully stroked his face, took his slender fingers and touched it again and again, and said distressedly, "Brother has lost weight. It's better to stay in Beijing. There are more delicious foods."

"I haven't lost weight, I'm still the same." There was no blood on his lips, but Zhao Qingxun was still pretending to be strong.

After returning to Switzerland, Zhao Qingxun's body continued to experience intermittent discomfort. His insomnia and neuralgia worsened, leaving him with no time for rehabilitation classes and no time for proper rest. Fearing serious deformation and worsening of his condition, his doctor recommended long-term use of support devices such as foot braces and wrist braces. He relied on medication to manage his condition. Consequently, much of his work was put on hold, and video calls or phone calls with Fengling became Zhao Qingxun's best moments.

Ever since Feng Ling came home, Zhao Qingxun's neuralgia seemed to have disappeared, and he began to worry about Feng Ling's affairs in every detail. Not only could he accompany Feng Ling for dinner, he even had the energy to accompany her out to see the scenery.

Sitting on the green lawn, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Zhao Qingxun held Feng Ling's hand tightly and asked her, "Do you like Switzerland?"

Switzerland is beautiful, but Feng Ling had been exposed to the mountains and nature since she was a child, and when she grew up, she was brought up by Zhao Lanyin. She was surrounded by either the brilliant Director Zhao or the ethereal Zhao Qingxun, a life filled with beautiful scenery and the highest level of enjoyment. So, while Switzerland's beauty was unique, it wasn't enough to astound Feng Ling. She had flown thousands of kilometers to come here for the frail, gentle man before her.

"It's ordinary, but I like it very much because you are here." She spoke in a normal tone and looked calm, but to Zhao Qingxun's ears, it sounded like a storm and was unbelievable to him.

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