Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Memories

During the winter vacation, Beijing was very cold. Feng Ling thought Zhao Qingxun was aloof and didn't want to come back to Beijing. She didn't complain or say much. She packed her luggage, put on a small backpack, and went straight to the airport as if she was familiar with the route.

Before taking off, Feng Ling sent a message to Zhao Qingxun, "Brother, I'm coming to find you."

Zhao Qingxun called again, but the phone was already in flight mode. He hurriedly called the housekeeper to help him confirm Feng Ling's itinerary and arrange the house to prepare to welcome her.

In the home in Bern, Feng Ling's bedroom, study, clothes and computer are all exclusive to her. In order to welcome Feng Ling, the workers specially prepared irises and lavender to decorate the room.

Almost before dinner, Feng Ling arrived at her home in Bern. Zhao Qingxun sent someone to pick her up at the airport early. After learning that she had landed safely, he was willing to go to bed and lie down for a while to relieve the pressure on his waist and back.

In the cold winter weather, Zhao Qingxun still sat in a wheelchair outside the house to greet the wind chimes. With his current physical condition, this was considered the highest etiquette.

"Brother, I missed you so much." Perhaps Feng Ling had grown up, having traveled abroad so many times and learned a lot about foreign etiquette, so she saw Zhao Qingxun still as cheerful and lively as ever, running out of the car and throwing herself into his arms, acting like a spoiled child. The difference was that Feng Ling half-crouched beside Zhao Qingxun's wheelchair and, before he could even speak, had already kissed his cheeks left and right. Although she didn't kiss him on the lips, it still frightened the usually chaste man, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.

"Baby...are you tired? Are you hungry?" His ears immediately turned red, and Zhao Qingxun's gentlemanly greetings were all thrown to the back of his mind. He could only utter simple words hesitantly.

"I've flown so many times, I'm used to it." Not letting go after the kiss, Feng Ling held Zhao Qingxun's cold face, looking at it again and again. Satisfied to see that the cool and handsome man still had a jade-like face, she smiled sweetly, "I'm ready. Where are you going to take me to play, brother?"

When the nurse saw Feng Ling coming home, she hurriedly pushed Zhao Qingxun back into the house. After Feng Ling took off her coat, Zhao Qingxun was also helped to change clothes while she mentioned her travel plans to Feng Ling.

"Australia and New Zealand are warm there, and there's a beautiful sea." Zhao Qingxun wanted to get away from the winter, to make her happy and warm himself up, so he planned for a long time and finally decided to go to Australia.

Feng Ling checked the distance between the two countries on her phone and nudged Zhao Qingxun's shoulder in surprise. He hadn't taken off his thick shoes yet. Feng Ling was also reaching out to help the caregiver. She looked up and said to Zhao Qingxun, "Brother, it's 16,000 kilometers. I don't want to go that far. Let's go to Hainan, China. It's just as warm."

"It's different." He reached out and pulled her up, intending to slowly talk about the advantages of Australia.

"Yes, it's different. China is safer and more beautiful." She understood his thoughts. Feng Ling felt that flying such a long distance would be too tiring for Zhao Qingxun, and there was really no need to go.

After a long ideological struggle, Zhao Qingxun finally agreed to Feng Ling's request to go to Hainan instead of Australia.

Zhao Lanyin contacted the previous filming location in Hainan, booked a large beach and villa, and built a private beach on her own for the two little ones to play.

Zhao Qingxun felt relieved after hearing his mother's arrangements. He loved China the most, but as a severely disabled person, he still couldn't let go of the knot in his heart and was afraid of being recognized by his former fans. Now, with complete security and a private environment, Zhao Qingxun was relieved to go on vacation to Hainan with Feng Ling under careful arrangements.

When flying, although Zhao Qingxun could use the power of money to buy enough time and private space, due to his physical disability, he still needed a caregiver to carry him up and down, and he had to bear the hardship of flying by himself.

The first time Feng Ling saw Zhao Qingxun, he looked like he had taken a large dose of antispasmodics. His weak hands could not even be lifted. When she saw it at first, Feng Ling was very worried.

I confirmed with the housekeeper that taking this medicine will relieve the effects of limb spasms, but the side effect on the body is weakness. Zhao Qingxun himself has a cervical spine injury, and the movement of his upper limbs has been affected, so after taking the medicine, he became completely paralyzed and powerless, unable to do anything.

"elder brother?"

"Um."

"Will a sip of water help with my ears?" On the plane, Zhao Qingxun's upper body was slightly raised a dozen degrees, and the seat adjusted to a reclining position, his body securely fastened by the seatbelt. Feng Ling, worried that his ears might be uncomfortable after takeoff, brought him some water, opened the straw, and placed it to his lips.

The straw was placed against his lips. Zhao Qingxun opened his pale lips and held the straw. He only took a small sip. Feng Ling saw that Zhao Qingxun seemed to have taken a big bite of bun. He pursed his lips around the water in his mouth. It took him a long time to swallow it. The plane was flying steadily, and his delicate Adam's apple rolled up and down before he swallowed half of it.

The other half of the water flowed down the delicate corners of Zhao Qingxun's lips and hid in the exquisite jawline, like a hint of some kind of sexiness.

After wiping Zhao Qingxun's lips and pulling up the thin blanket she brought with her, Feng Jing turned around and found the seat of Butler Song. She whispered in surprise that Zhao Qingxun seemed to be sick and couldn't even drink water. Butler Song asked Feng Ling to sit next to him and explained in detail that Zhao Qingxun had taken medicine and this was normal, and asked her not to worry.

So that's how it was. Feng Ling returned to her seat and called his name softly. Seeing Zhao Qingxun's trembling raised hand, she grasped it and stayed with him together with the nurse, taking even better care of his fragile and immobile body.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, go and rest." He began to speak with difficulty. Although his tone became fuzzy and sounded cute, Feng Ling didn't dare to laugh. She just kept saying that she was not tired and wanted to stay by his side.

Lying down and enduring the discomfort brought by the flight, Zhao Qingxun, who found it difficult to move his fingers, showed Feng Ling more of his unbearableness. He was also afraid that Feng Ling would despise him and hesitate. He was worried, but had no way to change it. The nurse turned him over, fed him water, and massaged him, and he endured the entire flight.

There were no systemic convulsions or incontinence, and they arrived in Hainan safely. After landing, Zhao Qingxun's heart calmed down. Having exhausted all his energy, he fell into a deep sleep.

After two days of rest, Feng Ling finally felt relieved when Zhao Qingxun was energetic enough to get up and look at the sea outside the window. During these two days, she had actually been able to resist going out to play. She sat in Zhao Qingxun's room and accompanied him quietly. She read books, attended classes, and studied the management foundation. She also learned a lot of professional knowledge in her spare time.

The pain in his body gradually subsided. Although Zhao Qingxun couldn't move and had to rely on others for everything, he knew where Feng Ling was and what she was doing. With her by his side, he felt emotionally stable and in an especially good mood. Every day, he found it particularly interesting to see Feng Ling arranging flowers, watching her swim, dance, and practice her lines. It was more enjoyable than taking medicine.

On the private beach, Zhao Qingxun donned his long-forgotten shorts and slippers, his wheelchair pulled and hauled by three or four people until he finally found his desired spot. He photographed Wind Chime with his camera, and the images were incredibly beautiful. His compositions and lighting differed from those of professional photographers, possessing his own unique style and distinct flaws. It was a strong Zhao signature, reminiscent of the cinematic images captured by Zhao Lanyin's lens. He loved every one of Wind Chime's photos and insisted on preserving them for her.

"Look, do your eyes look like a kitten's?" The wheelchair was motionless on the beach, with the camera on his legs. Zhao Qingxun kept adjusting his fingers to look at the photo of the wind chimes in the camera.

The bodyguard held an umbrella for them, fearing that the two would get sunburned. Fortunately, there were no other tourists around, otherwise those around them would really be exhausted.

"How can you look like a kitten? It's obvious that your eyes are bigger." Feng Ling looked with wide eyes and disagreed with what Zhao Qingxun said. In addition to taking pictures of the scenery, he liked to take close-up pictures of her the most. Her face was particularly exaggerated and her eyelashes were clearly visible.

Feng Ling picked out a few photos she particularly liked and shared them on social media with her followers. Everyone praised the actress's beauty and the ease of her vacation life. Some even commented on the photos' style, reminiscent of Director Zhao's, suggesting Feng Ling might be on vacation with Zhao Lanyin. In reality, Zhao Lanyin was currently on vacation abroad, flying back and forth, and fortunately, the comments weren't overwhelming, as this would have certainly sparked widespread curiosity.

Feng Ling will only post on social media when she is happy and remembers to. Usually, the company has someone to manage her account. She herself is not an actor with a strong desire to share. Most of the time, Feng Ling does not pay attention to how much her number of fans has increased, and focuses on her private life.

Rumors circulated within the industry that not only Zhao Lanyin but also Zhao Qingxun were behind Feng Ling, and that they had long-term plans for Feng Ling, aiming to create an international superstar. The former top star, now reluctant to appear in public, naturally wouldn't respond to questions about Feng Ling. However, this was consistent with Zhao Qingxun's strong personality, and to this day, no news of Zhao Qingxun's paralysis had leaked.

The happy island vacation in winter passed quickly, and with it came the second semester of Fengling’s sophomore year.

Whether in studies or life, Feng Ling has acted very maturely. Not only is she at ease, she also "adds lessons" to herself.

The entertainment industry has a constant stream of large and small events and various announcements. If you want to do it, you can make endless money and participate in endless activities. Feng Ling takes the literary and artistic route. Unless Zhao Lanyin personally selects her, she will not participate in any commercial activities. Her mysterious and unique style has not only prevented her from being forgotten, but has instead elevated her status.

On her 19th birthday, the Fengling Charity Fund, which was founded by Zhao Qingxun, had been established for nearly two years. This meant that Fengling's foundation would soon be eligible for public fundraising when her 21st birthday arrived.

As she gained confidence as an actress, Zhao Lan stopped asking Feng Ling to play the leading female role because of her reputation. However, Feng Ling was not idle. She was arranged by Zhao Qingxun's company to try her hand at modeling. Taking advantage of the opportunity to be the spokesperson for a luxury brand and shoot commercials, Feng Ling started her modeling career, which was completely different from filming.

So, when she was not filming movies, Feng Ling not only shot commercials and worked as a model to expand her money-making opportunities while in school, but also had time to learn equestrianism and fencing to prepare for future roles.

Zhao Qingxun asked someone to buy a white horse for Fengling. After several months, he finally found a horse that he was particularly satisfied with. Upon hearing the news, Zhao Lanyin was even more excited than Fengling herself. He directly asked for leave for Fengling and bought a plane ticket to Switzerland.

It is true that Germany is the best in European equestrianism, but Switzerland is not bad either. This white pony was fostered at a stable not far from Zhao Qingxun's home in Bern. After being separated for three months, Feng Ling and Zhao Qingxun were reunited at the Swiss stable because of the horse.

"Brother, you really came. Did you take the car for more than two hours?" Seeing Zhao Qingxun sitting in a wheelchair in the lounge of the horse farm, Feng Ling had already trotted to his side, hugged his neck, and greeted him and acted coquettishly almost against his chest.

"Well, almost. You just arrived. Are you tired?" Zhao Qingxun had just had his urine bag changed and his body massaged by the nurse. He still felt very tired, but when he saw Feng Ling, he still cheered up and showed her that he was in good condition.

"I'm not tired." She always looks youthful, healthy and lively.

The two held hands, unwilling to separate for a moment, and went straight to see the little white horse whose video they had seen countless times.

"Oh my God, it's so beautiful. Brother, are you really giving it to me?" Feng Ling already knew it was a birthday present, but it was too expensive and too rare, so she still found it hard to believe.

"Yes, it's a birthday present. It has a gentle personality, is well trained, and is fed the best." Looking up at her slightly, Zhao Qingxun felt very happy and satisfied to be able to give the gift.

"I'm so happy." Looking at Xiao Ma and then at Zhao Qingxun, Feng Ling felt as if she was dreaming and it was unreal.

"I am very happy too." He sat upright in a wheelchair with a faint smile on his face, looking elegant and handsome like a person in a painting.

"Brother, should I give it a name?" Before riding, Feng Ling suddenly thought that she had not prepared anything.

"Well, you are the master."

"I need to think about it."

Just when everyone thought the topic was over, Zhao Qingxun looked at the lively ponies in the stables and suddenly started talking about the past. His voice was still clear, but for some reason, one could hear a deep sadness in it.

"My horse is called Clover."

Feng Ling had already opened her mouth, but suddenly thought of something and raised her hand to cover her mouth. She didn't want to disturb Zhao Qingxun from reminiscing about his old friend.

"It's been seven years... That day, for some reason, Clover fell really hard. Maybe she was running too fast. She broke her leg. Sigh... So pitiful! My Clover was euthanized."

Feng Ling, tears streaming down her face, said nothing. She had heard Zhao Lanyin tell the story of Zhao Qingxun. She knew that Zhao Qingxun had been seriously injured in a horseback riding accident. She also knew that the accident had left him paralyzed for life, with no chance of recovery. But she didn't know that Zhao Qingxun had never hated his friend. Instead, he had always missed him and felt regret for him.

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The author has something to say: In the next chapter, the question that everyone is more concerned about is whether the male and female protagonists will break the ambiguity and officially be together.