Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Memories
Since the beginning of winter, they have been living under the same roof every day. Feng Ling looks at Zhao Qingxun every day, but she still wonders why he is getting thinner every day.
Little did she know that Zhao Qingxun only started receiving his nutrient solution after she started classes. When Feng Ling took time off to eat, he claimed he had already eaten. In the afternoon, she lingered beside him to eat fruit, occasionally feeding him a bite, which was the only food Zhao Qingxun had eaten that day. Soon, Zhao Qingxun became exhausted and fell asleep, so Feng Ling left to study. By the time she finished her classes for the day, Zhao Qingxun had been carefully cleaned and had fallen into a deep sleep again.
"Ahem, I want to accompany the exam."
Zhao Qingxun's words almost scared Butler Song to death. Not only could his body not withstand the cold outside, but also going to the school and waiting for several hours would make a good person tired and exhausted. What's more, he was still sick, so how could he bear it?
Not daring to dissuade him directly, Butler Song ordered his men to take care of Zhao Qingxun, help him take his medicine, change his clothes, and prepare to go out, while he hurriedly found Feng Ling.
Before entering the room, Feng Ling heard Zhao Qingxun coughing. He had caught a cold a few days ago and had a low-grade fever. She was worried that her brother's condition would worsen. Walking into the bedroom with light footsteps, Feng Ling saw a wheelchair being pushed to the side of the large bed. The nurse was putting a lumbar brace on Zhao Qingxun and fastening the Velcro. The brace for the upper body support was also prepared and placed there. "Brother, will you accompany me to the exam?"
"Yeah," Zhao Qingxun, who had already fastened his waist brace and felt a little dizzy from the shaking, couldn't see her clearly and responded weakly, "Have you had breakfast?"
"I ate it, but I didn't dare eat too much. Everything is ready, don't worry." Feng Ling sat naturally on the bed and held his left hand that was stretched out to her. The two of them naturally held hands and talked together. She whispered to Zhao Qingxun coquettishly, "Brother, please accompany me. I'm so scared."
"What are you afraid of?" He turned his head to look at her pink face. Her long hair was soft and shiny. Even without makeup, she was as beautiful as an exquisite doll.
"I'm nervous. I'm afraid I won't perform well and disappoint you." Feng Ling's deliberately alarmed tone made Zhao Qingxun shake his head helplessly.
When the nurse saw Feng Ling coming, he raised the nursing bed, allowing Zhao Qingxun to lift his upper body and see Feng Ling more clearly.
Zhao Qingxun pursed his pale lips slightly. He knew that it would be troublesome for him to go out. He was too concerned about Feng Ling's exam. He wanted to be like an ordinary brother, accompany her to take the exam, and cheer her up. He forgot that he needed help from others to sit up from the bed. He was weak and sickly.
"Forget it, I'll wait for you at home."
"What's wrong?" She was so worried about his mood, afraid that he would realize that everyone didn't want him to go out because they were afraid that he would develop new symptoms.
"Don't worry about it. I'm at home, happy and at ease." He raised his hand and gently rubbed her tender face with the back of his hand that could barely move. Zhao Qingxun changed his tone to coax her, "Don't be nervous, baby. The exam is not as difficult as when you were filming a movie. Just perform naturally."
After several months of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and massage treatment, Zhao Qingxun's right hand condition has really improved. His fingers are still not very mobile, but his arms and wrists have become much stronger. With rehabilitation exercises, his deformed wrist has begun to move, and his arm can be lifted to chest level.
Because of Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun was so nervous that he couldn't eat or sleep. When facing her, he refused to say a word of worry and kept all the pressure to himself.
Seeing the hand with drooping fingers tremblingly raised, Feng Ling hurriedly held his left hand that was touching her cheek. It was equivalent to Feng Ling holding both of Zhao Qingxun's hands. Seeing that his cheeks were thin and his lips were dry and pale, she leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek with heartache, and did not forget to act coquettishly, "Don't worry, brother, wait for my good news." After the kiss, she carefully placed his weak right hand on his lower abdomen, and Feng Ling, the housekeeper and the bodyguard hurriedly left home.
The people who were going to take the exam left like a gust of wind, leaving Zhao Qingxun leaning against the headboard, staring at the direction she left with wide eyes. She kissed him? Had she forgotten that her brother was also a man?
A month later, Beijing entered deep winter.
After the New Year, news came that Fengling ranked first in the art exam. After Zhao Qingxun had an acupuncture massage that day, he checked the results with her in a wheelchair. Not only was Fengling happy about such a good result, but Zhao Qingxun also smiled so rarely that his eyelashes trembled, and a calm smile bloomed at the corners of his lips.
Then the two of them ate happily. Zhao Qingxun, who had a cat-like appetite, ate a few more mouthfuls. Seeing that Zhao Qingxun was in better spirits and no longer looked so sick, Feng Ling took the initiative to hold him in the wheelchair and asked with a smile, "Brother, are you worried about my exams that's why you've been sick?"
"No." Although he would not admit his inner feelings, Zhao Qingxun sat there with a smile and let her hug him, with love written all over his face.
"Female star ranks first in art exam", Feng Ling's exam results, which have never had any news, also became a hot search in the entertainment industry. Everyone has higher expectations for her college entrance examination in a few months.
Before the Spring Festival, Zhao Lanyin returned to Beijing. Director Zhao, who rarely spent the New Year at home, was extremely busy. He was invited by various associations, celebrities, and well-known people, and he couldn't turn down the social engagements, so Director Zhao was basically not at home.
There are still two days left before New Year's Eve. Zhao Qingxun's usual life is to eat and sleep, and he can't do anything independently. Fengling studied in the afternoon. After the teacher left, she jumped around for a while. When she heard that Zhao Qingxun got up and prepared to eat, she ran to the bedroom to find him. The two chatted while waiting for dinner.
"Brother, when I was little, I always celebrated the New Year at my aunt's house. Later... I spent it a few times with my mother on the crew, and only then did I find the New Year particularly interesting." With her arm resting on the armrest of Zhao Qingxun's wheelchair, Feng Ling rarely recalled the New Year celebrations of the past.
"Well, being with my mom is like that, a mess, but also quite fun. During the New Year, we eat, drink, receive red envelopes, and set off fireworks." He also bought a lot of fireworks for Feng Ling. In the few years after Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed, apart from giving red envelopes to people around him, he had no other entertainment during the New Year.
Zhao Qingxun has been paralyzed and sick for a long time, living an indistinguishable life day after day, unable to be independent. He has no desire to live, so how can he be in the mood to celebrate the New Year?
With Feng Ling around, this home is warm and lively. Zhao Qingxun asks about everything from small figurines and toys to what food ingredients have been prepared for the New Year, just to make Feng Ling happy.
It hadn't been this grand in years. The family had started buying more than a month ago, and Feng Ling had seen it all. She was impressed by Zhao Qingxun's extravagant New Year's celebration. When the shopping was almost over, Zhao Qingxun even asked her if she wanted to skip classes and go shopping herself. She had so much stuff she couldn't even look at it all, so Feng Ling didn't want to go out shopping anymore and quickly declined her brother's suggestion.
"Baby, New Year's Day is coming soon, why don't you try updating WB by yourself?" After dinner, Zhao Qingxun suggested to Feng Ling with great interest.
"I, I'm afraid my mother won't agree." Her daily routine is very regular, and most importantly, Feng Ling doesn't know what her fans want to see.
Feng Ling didn't know that her daily life was actually a life that countless people were curious about but could never experience in their lifetime.
"Just take a picture. Go upstairs and change your clothes. I'll take pictures for you."
"You're taking pictures for me? Really?"
Seeing Zhao Qingxun nodded, Feng Ling nodded at him and turned to run out of the restaurant.
Feng Ling changed into a red sweater, a white miniskirt, and small boots and ran back to Zhao Qingxun. Zhao Qingxun saw that she was a little out of breath, and reached out his hand lovingly to help her tidy up her hair. Feng Ling knew what he wanted to do at a glance and squatted down beside the wheelchair pedal.
"Let me see, there are some new colors on your dressing table, nude pink 313 lip gloss, you can try it... For hair, use that pearl hairpin... bring it here, I'll help you put it on." Zhao Qingxun stroked her hair gently with his left hand, thinking seriously about how to dress up his baby.
"Will you come with me?" Which one is 313? She has so many lipsticks that Feng Ling is afraid of choosing the wrong one.
"Okay, okay." Zhao Qingxun took his hand back, put his fingers on the wheelchair joystick, and patiently accompanied her back to the room to find the new color in her memory.
Zhao Qingxun, who has been photographed since he was a child and is used to being casual, is not good at putting on makeup, let alone helping girls choose makeup. However, for Feng Ling, he started to pay attention, and finding the makeup that suits her is the result of his time and careful research.
While Feng Ling was applying lip gloss in front of the mirror, Zhao Qingxun placed his cell phone on the wheelchair stand, adjusted it to a suitable angle, and took a picture of Feng Ling.
"Baby."
Being called softly, Feng Ling turned her head to look at Zhao Qingxun, and was photographed by him just in time. The care, trust and love in her eyes were fully revealed, and the natural beauty was frozen in the phone.
"Have you taken the photo? Brother, should I stand up and take the photo?"
“I took the photo. It’s very beautiful.”
After looking at the screen, Zhao Qingxun looked at Feng Ling again, his eyes as gentle as water. Feng Ling smiled. She walked to the wheelchair and bent down next to Zhao Qingxun. She switched her phone to the front camera to take pictures. They put their faces close together in tacit understanding and started taking selfies.
The two of them took a lot of photos. Zhao Qingxun quietly changed the selfie with Fengling to his phone desktop and screen lock; Fengling selected a few beautiful photos taken by Zhao Qingxun and uploaded them to social media, wishing fans a happy New Year.
It was getting late. People set off fireworks in the villa area almost every day, but no one was setting off fireworks here today. Zhao Qingxun told Butler Song that he wanted to see the fireworks. Butler Song immediately sent several bodyguards to start setting off fireworks in front of his villa.
Feng Ling, wearing a thick coat and furry slippers, ran out and jumped to watch her own fireworks. She didn't forget to share her joy with Zhao Qingxun, who was following behind and holding her snow boots. "Brother, why are our fireworks pink?" "Ah, ah, look, look, it's like a waterfall flowing down..."
Regarding the matter of buying fireworks, because of Feng Ling, Zhao Qingxun also gave special instructions to buy the types that little girls like, so pink hearts, pink flowers, and golden bears began to appear above the villa. It was easy to guess without asking that there must be a very favored daughter watching the fireworks at home.
Sitting in a wheelchair, unable to move his body, Zhao Qingxun was actually very cold. But when he saw Feng Ling jumping around, he didn't feel cold, so Zhao Qingxun felt relieved. As long as she was smiling, he would feel that the day was meaningful and as if he was surrounded by happiness.
Having tasted cuisine from around the world, Zhao Qingxun and Director Zhao share a common understanding: Chinese food culture is the most extensive and profound. Zhao Lanyin would contact Butler Song whenever she found something delicious, and he would immediately prepare a table for the two children. Zhao Qingxun, being frail, appreciated food more than anything else, while Fengling genuinely enjoyed savoring it, often exceeding her limit and clamoring to dance to lose weight.
"Dancing may not be enough exercise, why don't you go swimming?" Seeing Feng Ling's satisfied belly after eating authentic Sichuan hot pot and Peking duck, Zhao Qingxun put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and suggested with a smile.
"But, brother, didn't you say that swimming too much will make your shoulders broad?" There were too many fun things to do at home, and because the weather was getting colder, Feng Ling had never had the chance to swim with Zhao Qingxun.
"It's okay, let's do yoga. I'll try it too." Recently, the rehabilitation teacher took Zhao Qingxun to try yoga rehabilitation several times, which was quite interesting. Looking at Feng Ling's slender and flexible body, he suddenly thought of yoga class.
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Thanks for waiting for me. Is the pace a bit slow? The author himself is a bit confused [crack][crack][crack]
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