Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Memories
"I'm so tired, baby, take a rest." In the super large dressing room, which can also be said to be a fitting room, Zhao Qingxun accompanied Feng Ling to try on two dresses. After he had no strength in his hands and could not stand up, he could only help her to pull up the zipper which was not too tight, and help to lift the hem of her skirt. However, he could not bend down because of the belt on her body. He was too tired to sit still. Zhao Qingxun looked down and saw that his calves were trembling slightly. He took the initiative to drive the wheelchair over and asked to rest.
Feng Ling, wearing a pearly white deep-V waist dress and high heels, slowly walked down the stairs and walked towards Zhao Qingxun's wheelchair. "I'm not tired. They look good. Brother, please help me choose the best one."
"This one or that black one, either one is fine, simple and sophisticated. You can bring both and wear whatever you want on the spot." Zhao Qingxun has been in the world of fame and fortune since childhood and has seen too many stories about beautiful stars. On the red carpet, things are either moderate and conservative, or sophisticated and outstanding, or they are long-planned. He knows Feng Ling's advantages, and he is carefully planning a clean and pure award ceremony for her.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, brother." Still without makeup, Feng Ling casually tied up her long hair to reveal her slender neck. Her figure and temperament fully supported the soul of the dress. Her lively and cheerful personality gave the custom-made dress a unique youthful charm.
"You can too, pick the one you like best." Looking at her innocent and beautiful eyes, Zhao Qingxun didn't dare to move his gaze downwards. The girl's snow-white skin was exposed too much, and the two of them were too close. He seemed to smell a different kind of light fragrance. His heartbeat was so accelerated that he couldn't breathe, and his throat was tight.
Seeing a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, Feng Ling suddenly realized that Zhao Qingxun was actually tired. Even though he was wearing a loose white T-shirt and used a strap to fix his legs so that they would not move or separate, it was still difficult for him to sit. She took a tissue to wipe the sweat off Zhao Qingxun and turned around to change out of his dress.
As a film queen, Feng Ling was bombarded with offers from numerous brands. After careful selection, Zhao Lanyin chose only the latest season's newest pieces, the first to be worn worldwide. The dresses were intricately crafted and made of expensive fabrics, costing anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions. Zhao Qingxun, with only one hand, couldn't offer much assistance. Dressing them alone proved difficult, and she struggled to find the right fit for some of the pieces. Zhao Qingxun, feeling sorry for her, said he wouldn't try them on, wanting her to rest. After all, Feng Ling's figure and temperament looked good in anything, and as long as they weren't too revealing, he respected her wishes.
Several sets of high-end jewellery were also delivered. Zhao Qingxun didn't own any jewellery, but Zhao Lan had several sets of collectible jewellery in his possession, all of which Feng Ling could choose from. After Feng Ling tried them on, Zhao Qingxun saw that the most stunning beauty in the world could be complemented by top-notch jewellery. No matter which set Feng Ling wore, people's first glance was focused on her beauty.
Having been pushed back into the room, Zhao Qingxun was still worrying about the shape of the wind chime. "I suggest that you deliberately not wear jewelry."
"Okay, but wouldn't that be a bit rude?" She always agreed with his words without thinking, and just helped the nurse take care of him, unfastened the wheelchair straps, and assisted the nurse to carry him to the bed. Feng Ling considerately held Zhao Qingxun's legs, fearing that he would feel a little uncomfortable.
"No, leaving some space, leaving some regrets, will only make things more exciting." After being carried to the bed, Zhao Qingxun had already reached out to Feng Ling, not even stretching her legs properly, to stop her from fidgeting with her inert legs. Anticipating a more beautiful and highly topical new actress, Zhao Qingxun felt the pride of holding a rising star.
In order to look good on camera, Feng Ling started to reduce her food intake a day in advance. Zhao Qingxun himself was not good at eating, so the two of them ate less than a small bowl of rice together. After the meal, Feng Ling lay beside Zhao Qingxun's legs as before, straightened his legs, and rubbed his slightly raised belly to help him digest.
Zhao Qingxun didn't like his body which was gradually deformed due to paralysis. It was rare that Feng Ling didn't despise him, so he let her do it. He also took the opportunity to touch her soft long hair. The faint fragrance and the silky touch had been unknowingly engraved in his bones and he could never let it go.
The next day, the delicate little girl transformed into a charming fishing beauty who captivated everyone. No one could take their eyes off her. She had a natural attractive aura.
Zhao Lan has lived a simple life since childhood. Because she jumped to the top of the fashion circle in one step, she eats and wears all top luxury brands, but she has no feelings about clothes. She has no vanity and does not show off. She has always been in a comfortable state of mind. Her beauty is relaxed and full of wildness.
When she won the award for the first time, Feng Ling was not yet 18 years old and was full of shyness and immaturity. This time was different. Not only did she have Zhao Qingxun's escort and professional repair guidance, but before going on stage, Feng Ling also secretly took something from Zhao Qingxun and walked onto the award stage together.
Feng Ling really accompanied her all the way here, but Zhao Qingxun had booked a private room upstairs to watch the award ceremony. The two of them had already gone their separate ways in the car. Before they parted, Feng Ling took off the cufflinks on Zhao Qingxun's right hand and held them in her palm. In the dressing room, she pinned the cufflinks in her hair with a small hairpin, and walked onto the stage proudly without looking away.
A blue striped shirt, a dark gray suit with a subtle pattern, and a matching tie and accessories were all perfectly matched. The only flaw was the missing cufflink on Zhao Qingxun's right hand. The caregiver rolled up his shirt, snaking it neatly onto the cuff of his suit, concealing his crooked wrist, which rested fingertips downward on the wheelchair armrest. Even without seeing anyone, Zhao Qingxun continued to dress elegantly. After all, a habit he'd cultivated since childhood wasn't something a few years of illness could change.
Wearing glasses, Zhao Qingxun saw Feng Ling from afar, who was as beautiful as a goddess. He suddenly felt like an old father raising his daughter to adulthood. After hearing her elegant and official speech of thanks, he squinted and nodded. Her performance tonight was perfect.
Seeing Feng Ling walk off the stage, Zhao Qingxun hurried away. He couldn't sit for long periods of time, especially with a stiff waist brace that tightly restrained him from chest to waist, making him look good and upright in the wheelchair. It was Zhao Qingxun who was carried up and down the wheelchair and couldn't move. It was also him who had a pain in his back and waist, and whose legs and feet began to twitch constantly. His frail body kept telling him that it was time to rest.
The praise for Feng Ling, known as the Oriental Beauty Goddess, reached a peak overnight. Her overly perfect performance also led many to criticize her future, saying she only had youth and beauty, and they doubted she could persist in her artistic creation in the face of various temptations. After all, for an actress, beauty is the most important asset.
"Brother, they said that I can only live off my savings in the future. Does this mean that I will have to rely on you for a living in the future?" After leaving the award ceremony, Feng Ling did not attend any dinner parties. She hid all the way and hurried back to the villa that Zhao Qingxun temporarily rented. Before she had time to remove her makeup, Feng Ling washed her hands and was already sitting on the bed chatting with Zhao Qingxun.
Exhausted, Zhao Qingxun changed into loose clothes and lay almost flat on the bed, resting his head on a fluffy pillow. He looked at Feng Ling's face again and again, and nodded gently, not knowing if she saw it. "Yes, you can stay with me forever." He wanted to say "stay with me", but suddenly felt something was wrong and changed his words.
After thinking about the core of the conversation, Feng Ling pouted unhappily, "I didn't mean to rely on you, but why do people say that about me? Oh, you mean, I won't make any more progress, and I won't win any more awards, right?"
"Yes, because you are too beautiful. They think that beauty is the original sin. Because of your beauty, you will probably not work hard anymore." Zhao Qingxun explained to Feng Ling seriously in a low and gentle voice that people always think they have seen through the world, but in fact, if they only use their eyes to see, they can't see through the essence at all.
Being repeatedly praised for her beauty by the one she cared about, Feng Ling instantly forgot about the problem she was struggling with and shyly took Zhao Qingxun's hand. The little girl loved being praised by her brother. "Brother, I did pretty well today, didn't I?"
"Very good." He praised and encouraged her generously, because Feng Ling was the only beautiful flower in Zhao Qingxun's heart.
Feng Ling had only received a few simple compliments, and had forgotten all the bad comments. She didn't care. In fact, Zhao Qingxun was worried, just like a parent towards his child, sometimes proud and sometimes worried.
Seeing her standing on the best stage, being the center of attention, Zhao Qingxun, who was in the audience, put his left hand on his leg, and one hand could clearly hold his increasingly shriveled thigh. He knew that he could never go back to the summer when he was 20 years old, could never return to campus, and would never appear in front of the public again. The elegant and handsome little prince of the entertainment industry had been completely buried.
From a celebrity whose every move commanded the attention of thousands, to a severely disabled person paralyzed in bed, constantly worrying about whether he could sit up for a moment or if he had soiled his pants, Zhao Qingxun experienced a nightmare of falling from heaven to hell. Trapped in this dream, he constantly searched for a way out, but could never find a way out. Fortunately, he no longer gave up on himself, no longer wishing to sink deeper into the quagmire. He had come to appreciate the joy and happiness that wind chimes brought him, and had begun to think about the years ahead, to envision the future.
The nurse came over at the right time, held Zhao Qingxun up and helped him sit up a little, supported his back with an extra-large cushion, and helped him sit steadily before leaving.
Zhao Qingxun shifted his gaze and saw something shiny on Feng Ling's temples. He raised his hand to touch it, and after seeing what it was, he asked her with amusement, "Hey, is it my button?"
"Yes, it's yours." She shook her head. The unique luster of the mother-of-pearl blended with the light. Zhao Qingxun didn't think she looked very beautiful wearing it, but it was indeed special.
"You have so many jewelries that you don't wear, why do you want to wear this?" Zhao Qingxun frowned slightly and then immediately relaxed his brows. He had a question in his mind, but he was unwilling to ask it directly.
"I won't tell you. I'm going to take off my makeup. You can play by yourself for a while, and then we'll eat." Seeing that Zhao Qingxun was in good condition, Feng Ling took his mobile phone and computer to his side, and then she got up to change clothes.
There wasn't the nursing bed he was used to, but there was a new electric wheelchair. It was a newer model from the brand he'd used before, with more features. Before dinner, the nurse carried Zhao Qingxun to the wheelchair. Feng Ling looked at it curiously, praising its powerful features and the new control screen in front of the hand lever.
"Wow, oh, so great..." If Zhao Qingxun had not been brought over, she would have wanted to sit on it and try it out.
"You need so many functions because you are not in good health." Zhao Qingxun interrupted her self-deprecatingly, holding the wind chime's little hand on the screen, eager to try it out.
"No, this thing is very comfortable to sit on. My butt won't hurt even if I sit on it all day. I can also lie down, raise my legs, and sit half-lying or half-reclining. The lumbar support can be adjusted. It would be so comfortable if we had it on the set." As she spoke, she naturally cooperated with the nurse to put Zhao Qingxun's legs and feet in the grooves of just the right length; when the nurse held him and slightly adjusted his sitting posture, Feng Ling took over and smoothed out his clothes under his back and buttocks to prevent them from hurting his insensitive skin.
Looking at Feng Ling who was busy on him, Zhao Qingxun laughed. No matter how much she praised him, which kind person would buy him such a conspicuous wheelchair and keep it by his side for him to sit on when he rested?
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