Chapter 28 Chapter 28
"Mom, where are you? I'm back and I'm coming to see you now." On the phone, Zhao Qingxun's low and hoarse voice was calm and restrained.
"Ha, you're back so soon." The heartless mother spoke on the phone with a teasing tone of surprise and a hint of surprise.
"Fortunately, it's not as fast as your advertising." At the end of the sentence, Zhao Qingxun had no time to hang up the phone and had already pushed the phone aside with all his strength. He was lying in the seat of the nanny car. His body had just stopped twitching. After taking painkillers, he could still feel the intermittent pain in his waist and back as if it was broken.
After receiving the notification that Zhao Qingxun had returned, Feng Ling asked the housekeeper to prepare Zhao Qingxun's favorite bedding, flowers, and food at home, and she went to the airport to pick him up in person.
Zhao Qingxun was brought to them through a special channel. They saw him being placed in a large wheelchair with the backrest adjusted very low. Zhao Qingxun looked pale and was almost lying in the wheelchair being pushed. Feng Ling went over to her. Although her pretty face was covered by a mask, Zhao Qingxun recognized her at a glance.
Wearing white base, black stand-up collar jacket and other black casual outfits, Zhao Qingxun's personal bodyguards are dressed coolly and look like top-notch fitness enthusiasts wherever they go.
At this moment, at the door of Zhao Lanyin's high-end apartment, bodyguards escorted the person in the wheelchair and the tall and slender Feng Ling into the unit door. Both of them were covered tightly with hats and masks, but one could still see their extraordinary temperament at a glance.
"Mom, I'm here to accompany Axun." Seeing Zhao Lanyin, Feng Ling took the initiative to greet her, very well-behaved.
Before Zhao Lanyin could say anything, Zhao Qingxun sat in the wheelchair and let it move from the outside into the room. Not only did he not stop, but his left hand even sped up the wheelchair. When he reached Zhao Lanyin, he raised his chin and spoke in a weak voice, but with a cold and intimidating aura, "Mom, can you please cherish her? You knew you would get scolded, but you forced her to go take the photo?"
"The photo is so beautiful. The baby hasn't had any plastic surgery. A real expert can tell at a glance. Don't be afraid." Looking his son up and down, Zhao Lanyin guessed that he had just got off the plane and must be feeling very uncomfortable. He rushed to confront him at the first opportunity. It seemed that he was really angry.
"Mom, you'd better stay away from someone who even you have to compromise with. Also, you made her famous, but you have no right to ruin her." Zhao Qingxun's narrow and beautiful eyes turned up at the corners. He was born with a cold and awe-inspiring face. He took a few quick breaths and spoke out his thoughts while enduring the pain. He was really angry, otherwise he would not have run all the way back to confront Zhao Lanyin face to face.
"It's not your turn to discipline me. I know your difficulties, Xiaoxun. Do you really know your mother's difficulties? Have a good relationship, enjoy your life, and don't worry about my affairs." It turned out that her son knew about her affairs. Zhao Lan was unhappy, and in front of Feng Ling, she did not intend to give in.
Are you implying that he is a paralyzed waste?
The words of relatives are the most ruthless. Zhao Qingxun's temper, which had not flared up for a long time, suddenly surged up. Unfortunately, his weak body could not bear the overwhelming anger. He wanted to speak up for Feng Ling but he was too late to say anything. His lips trembled and his body was already at its limit. "Baby, she..." Half lying in the wheelchair, he had already lost his momentum. Zhao Qingxun spoke weakly. He had just got off the plane today and it was not easy for him to breathe smoothly. Now he was completely choked by a breath. His legs and feet twitched more and more. Before talking about the main topic of Feng Ling shooting this advertisement, he could not say a word.
The first person to notice that Zhao Qingxun might be dying was Feng Ling. She had been following the wheelchair closely. Zhao Qingxun was already panting before he spoke, and she could tell something was wrong. She immediately bent down to look at him, noticing that his right hand, tucked against his waist, was shaking violently. His left hand had already loosened the wheelchair control lever and had fallen off the armrest, swaying and unable to lift it. Because his legs were restrained with straps, even though they were twitching violently, they weren't noticed immediately. It was estimated that Zhao Qingxun's legs had already been cramping slightly when he entered the room.
For more than ten seconds, Zhao Qingxun's head tilted in the neck support of the wheelchair, his clear eyes were no longer visible, his eyeballs were all rolled up, and he completely lost consciousness.
This is because I was so angry that I fainted.
"Axun..." Feng Ling was frightened. Although Zhao Qingxun had been paralyzed and in poor health, it was the first time she saw him so angry that he even fainted from convulsions.
"Xiaoxun? Someone come quickly, someone come, go to the hospital." Zhao Lanyin could no longer hold it in and shouted for help. Seeing Zhao Qingxun's pale and twitching appearance, she had no idea how to carry her paralyzed son to the hospital.
Everyone was in a panic, no matter whether they were Zhao Qingxun's people or Zhao Lanyin's close friends, they all worked together to carry Zhao Qingxun and ran to the hospital quickly. Fortunately, the specialist that Zhao Qingxun often saw was there, so there was no delay at all. The first-time first aid and medication were done very well, and there was no life-threatening situation.
From the moment she got into the nanny car and the nurse gave Zhao Qingxun oxygen and massaged his heart, Feng Ling's tears never stopped. Fortunately, this was a top-notch private hospital and outsiders had few chances to see her. Otherwise, seeing a big star crying like a tearful pear blossom in the rain, Feng Ling would probably occupy most of the hot searches again.
No matter how his body twitched and his mouth drooled uncontrollably, Feng Ling and everyone else in the car could smell the stench of Zhao Qingxun's incontinence after his severe convulsions. He had been paralyzed for nine years. Who could blame a patient who had been bedridden for a long time?
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Qingxun woke up and vaguely saw an unfamiliar ceiling light. Looking again, it seemed to be a hospital. His body was stiff and he couldn't even move his fingers. He closed his eyes and thought about it, recalling when he went to his mother's house and quarreled with her.
No, before I could even start arguing, I fainted from anger due to my broken body.
The baby must be scared. I am a grown man, but I can't walk, and I will faint during an argument... Thinking of my disability, Zhao Qingxun was in a very bad mood. He didn't have time to think about how to call for help. He saw Feng Ling lying on his arm on the hospital bed beside him, and he must have fallen asleep.
He gently lifted the quilt, turned over and sat up, stepped off the bed, bent down and hugged his still sleeping girlfriend in his arms. Whenever she moved, Zhao Qingxun would kiss her and talk to her, "It's me, I'll carry you to bed to sleep..." Then he would carry his girlfriend like a princess, gently put her on the bed, cover her with the quilt, and then he would lie sideways on the bed and hug her in his arms, coaxing her to sleep for a while.
Dreams are just dreams after all. The reality is that Feng Ling was not sleeping soundly at all. She suddenly woke up and looked up to see Zhao Qingxun open his eyes. She immediately stood up and put her face close to him to check if his oxygen tube was unobstructed. She gently held his inward-turned wrist and asked him in a low voice, "Xun, you're awake. How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"...No..." Zhao Qingxun made a hoarse sound with his throat. He could only respond to her with his eyes and could do nothing else.
She pinched Zhao Qingxun's face with her small hands, then leaned over and hugged him, expressing her love without reservation. Feng Ling smoothed Zhao Qingxun's hair, touched his hands and feet, then turned back and cuddled up to him again, as if he were a rare treasure that she loved immensely.
"Axun, I know you are doing this for my own good, but, Mom, she wants me to take the photo, so let her take it, don't be afraid." She understood everything and knew that there would be controversy, criticism, and bad voices, but she was not afraid.
Nodding, Zhao Qingxun lay on the hospital bed, no longer dwelling on the irreversible matter. Since Feng Ling herself could accept it, why was he still holding on to it?
"Axun, don't be angry anymore. Being angry will make you look ugly. If you become the second most handsome man in the universe, will you regret being angry?" She has always commented on him as the most handsome man in the universe. She is definitely a fan of looks.
"Ha, tell me, who is the first?" He stretched out his left hand and used all his strength to catch her small hand.
"No, you are the first." He reached out and took the electric nail clippers. While saying sweet words to him, Feng Ling also helped him trim his nails.
His left hand would cooperate on its own, and the two of them could chat while they were trimming his nails. However, the right hand was a problem. Lying on the bed, Zhao Qingxun didn't have the strength to lift his right arm. His right wrist and fingers wouldn't cooperate, so he could only rely on Feng Ling to hold his bent fingers together one by one and carefully operate the small electric machine.
The inward curling of the fingers on her right hand is getting worse and worse. Only by wearing support gloves can she stretch the fingers out a little. If the nails are not trimmed in time, they will slowly curl against the palm of her hand. Therefore, Feng Ling pays special attention to the nails of this hand. After trimming them, she touches them again and again to ensure that the nails will not have the chance to hurt the skin on the palm of her hand again.
"Not everyone is talking about plastic surgery. Some people even praise me for being pretty." After finishing her nails, she started chatting with Zhao Qingxun.
"You are beautiful." The paralyzed hand would not move, and the slender fingertips released the external force, and then gradually closed and gently clasped her hand, as if they were really holding hands tightly, making Feng Ling feel soft and sweet in her heart.
"They said my bones were beautiful. They actually said my skull was beautiful too." Feng Ling touched her head with a look of surprise on her face. It was such a terrifying compliment that she could see into her bones.
"Haha, you haven't had any plastic surgery at all. Professionals can see that. The skull can't be manipulated." Zhao Qingxun didn't dare to say it for fear of being called a pervert. He liked looking at her skull when she was a teenager. He thought it was round and beautiful.
"You also think my skull is beautiful." Hearing the clue, Feng Ling looked at Zhao Qingxun's pale face with her big eyes and felt that this brother had a unique vision. It turned out that there were so many people who liked skulls.
Being in the low period of his career, Zhao Qingxun paid attention to Feng Ling's emotions. Although he returned to Beijing because he was angry, it was mainly to accompany his girlfriend. When she was in trouble, he wanted to be with her even if he could only lie down.
Before being discharged from the hospital, Zhao Qingxun had already handed Feng Ling a notebook.
"A suspense fashion drama? This positioning is quite interesting." After watching it, Feng Ling was deeply attracted by the plot and came to discuss it with Zhao Qingxun.
"Highly educated and fashionable men and women are in love while doing well in their work. It's an urban theme with an exciting plot that is attractive enough." Zhao Qingxun likes this new screenwriter very much, and also likes the new director who gave him the script. He has also seen the director's movies and believes that the camera language is novel and promising.
It was rare for Zhao Qingxun to praise her like this. Feng Ling had already guessed what he meant, "You want me to take a picture?"
"Well, small investment, big return." At this moment, Zhao Qingxun decided to invest.
“What if there is no reward?”
"It's a small investment, it's okay."
No one can guarantee that all investments will have a high rate of return. It is difficult to succeed if you lack any of the right time, place and people. Zhao Qingxun naturally did not have 100% certainty, but since the investment was not much, the risk was indeed controllable and he would not lose much.
With Jian Ying's intervention, the script that had been discussed several times was quickly finalized, and Feng Ling was officially signed as the heroine. The director was very young, only in his thirties, and was a new director known as a genius with the camera - Zhang Zhiwen.
The first movie after graduating from university and the third work in life. A month later, Feng Ling attended the opening ceremony of the new movie in a small southern city and officially joined the crew.
The assistant packed up all of Feng Ling's belongings, and the company sent people to help. More than a dozen boxes of items were shipped to the crew in advance. With them by her side every day, Feng Ling quickly got into the state.
The shooting of the new movie started in a very low-key manner, but because of Feng Ling's status as the international film queen, it still attracted a lot of attention. Zhao Qingxun spent a lot of money and increased the confidentiality and security of the crew.
"Baby, are you off work today?" Zhao Qingxun asked his girlfriend slowly on the phone.
"I just finished work and am still packing up. I don't have time to chat with you." The young couple talked on the phone every day. When Feng Ling heard her lover's voice, she couldn't help but smile.
The company currently has only one artist, Feng Ling. Her agent and assistant all know that the big boss takes good care of Feng Ling, but no one knows who the big boss is or who Feng Ling's mysterious lover is.
"I'm in the outer ring halfway point, fifteen minutes' drive from you. Please pack up your important things and Uncle Song will pick you up later. Stay with me tonight, okay?" The town was not big, and the villa Zhao Qingxun rented was relatively close to the crew. He was anxious to see Feng Ling, and as soon as he arrived here, he couldn't help but call her to tell her his whereabouts.
"Ah...really? You, you..." Feng Ling had roughly known the layout and direction of the small town during these days in the south. At this moment, she heard Zhao Qingxun say that he was coming, which was totally unexpected for her.
After dodging left and right, the nanny car drove for more than ten minutes and finally entered the villa with high walls. Zhao Qingxun did not go outside the house to greet them, but was already waiting at the door.
"Axun, Axun, you're really here." Feng Ling saw Zhao Qingxun in the wheelchair at the door. It was like a dream. She didn't even have time to take off her shoes before she walked over and hugged him. Zhao Qingxun immediately reached out his hand, raised his head and gently rubbed her cheek, calling "baby" affectionately in her ear.
Zhao Qingxun was not wearing any brace to support his waist and abdomen. He sat in a high-back wheelchair with his body secured by the straps. He sat a little hunched over. Feng Ling could feel that his body was soft, so she didn't dare to lean too hard in his arms. She just hugged him and kissed him before carefully straightening up.
"Oh, I forgot to wash my hands." Turning around and taking off her shoes, she realized that she had hugged him without even taking off her shoes, and felt a little regretful.
"It's okay. You must be hungry. You've been tired after filming all day. Let's have dinner first, and then take a bath and have a massage." Zhao Qingxun used his free left hand to hold her and coaxed his girlfriend with a soft voice. Just seeing her had relieved his homesickness.
The young couple had endless topics to talk about, and they had dinner together. Zhao Qingxun was not in good physical condition after traveling for half a day. He was listless and had no appetite. Feng Ling didn't dare let him eat more, so she just fed him a few more mouthfuls of soup and kept chatting.
"It's really interesting, and they are all very nice." The group is mostly young people, and they have no burdens or airs, so communication and cooperation are natural, smooth and happy.
"Well, enjoy the creative process. Zhang Zhiwen is also in a golden age, and I believe he will make his best work." Zhao Qingxun naturally encouraged and supported the careful selection of Feng Ling. The group is basically made up of his people, and it can be said that all members are reliable.
After dinner, the nurse helped Zhao Qingxun take a bath and massage his body. Feng Ling took a bath and then fed him medicine. Zhao Qingxun said that he had made an appointment with a masseur for her and asked her to relax and have a good rest.
"No, no, I'll use your physiotherapy device. It's comfortable enough. I don't need a masseur." Because of Zhao Qingxun, the people around him were very careful in doing things, so Feng Ling didn't want others to come and add to her troubles.
"Really?" His physical therapy device is used by paralyzed patients and people who have been bedridden for a long time to prevent blood clots and to move their limbs. Feng Ling had tried it before and said it was very comfortable and interesting.
"Okay," she turned and left the room, asking Butler Song to help cancel the contract.
In this villa, Zhao Qingxun prepared Feng Ling's favorite music, favorite flowers and incense, various delicious fruits, and the person she loved deeply by her side. Feng Ling hugged Zhao Qingxun, and no matter where she was, she would have the feeling of a stable home. It turned out that wherever the person she loved deeply was, that was home.
Even Zhao Lanyin didn't know that the two of them were living in seclusion in a small southern town. They were sweet and affectionate every day. In the morning, Fengling went to the crew to film, and Zhao Qingxun was usually still asleep. The two would hug each other reluctantly, and their days were very interesting.
The villa does not have complete facilities for wheelchair access. Fortunately, Zhao Qingxun has always been cared for by a nurse, otherwise bathing, moving around, etc. would become extremely difficult.
After get off work, Feng Ling never attends parties or drinking parties. She excitedly gets in the nanny car to go home every day after get off work. No one knows that Feng Ling has a boyfriend. Only her assistant, who is left in the room rented by the crew every day, understands that Feng Ling's boyfriend must be here, so she doesn't live here.
The weather gradually turned cooler. The temperature in the south was not as cold as in Beijing, but it was still damp and cold, and Zhao Qingxun's body could not bear it. Fortunately, Chinese medicine doctor Sun came to visit him in person, took his pulse, and prescribed a new prescription for him. He drank Chinese medicine every day to regulate his body, so his paralyzed body did not bother him too much.
"Axun, is this the time to take the medicine in the afternoon? I'll go get you some freshly cooked fruit soup." They finished work early that day. As soon as they entered the room, they saw the nurse sitting by the bed, carefully feeding Zhao Qingxun the medicine. Feng Ling turned around and said she would get him some sweet soup.
"Does this room smell of medicine? I asked them to go to the small kitchen to boil the medicine, but I can still smell the bitter smell all over the room." With his back supported by the pillow, Zhao Qingxun drank the medicine and leaned against the headboard. He took his girlfriend's hand and asked her in a low voice.
"No, our two rooms are filled with lilies and roses, without any bitterness." Feng Ling fed him two small spoonfuls of sweet soup, gently supported Zhao Qingxun's thin waist, put down the spoon and wiped his mouth.
He was still sensitive, especially when "living together" with Feng Ling. Most of the time, Zhao Qingxun worried about the smell of urine and feces in the room. After all, he mostly handled his excretions in bed, and over time, there would definitely be an unpleasant smell. Recently, he started taking traditional Chinese medicine again, and Zhao Qingxun was even more worried about Feng Ling coming home from work every day and having to smell the disgusting traditional Chinese medicine. He was worried that it would affect her rest and make her feel annoyed.
No matter how heart-stirring love or how stunning a face, it will eventually return to the ordinary. Time will dilute everything, including passion and impulse. Feng Ling was only 23 years old, and Zhao Qingxun forced himself to be neat and energetic. He didn't want to leave her with the impression of a sloppy and greasy old man who could no longer walk.
Seeing that he spends most of his time in bed, although he works every day and also does passive activities, massage, and physical therapy, it is not as convenient and comfortable as his homes in Beijing and Bern. Feng Ling is worried that it will affect Zhao Qingxun's health over time.
"You stay with me every day, and you don't do the rehabilitation classes anymore?" She asked while hugging him, with a hint of worry.
"It's okay, I'm not walking either, so it doesn't delay anything." He responded with a chuckle and reached out to pat his thigh to show that it didn't affect him at all.
The long legs slumped in bed without movement, the insteps of the paralyzed feet pressed against the bed, and the foot support was no longer worn. Every day, they were left to their own devices, placed casually. Feng Ling certainly didn't mind. She hugged Zhao Qingxun tightly, her only wish in her heart was that he would not get sick, not suffer from pain, and she longed to be with him forever, to love him forever.
Yes, Zhao Qingxun, who can't walk and speaks softly, is Feng Ling's strongest support. With him around, even if he doesn't speak and just lies there, he is still the warmest and most powerful existence, and the biggest concern in her heart.
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