Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Memories
The master bedroom of the new home has an extra-large living room and bathroom. Everything is designed with Zhao Qingxun's wheelchair mobility in mind, allowing him to have the most convenient and comfortable life at home.
In the early morning five days after returning, Zhao Qingxun was passively placed on the customized toilet with the manual help of the nurse. After his body was fixed, he had his first bowel movement with difficulty. He could not exert force or move, but he was still sweating from exhaustion. After being cleaned, he was carried back to bed and relied on oxygen to relieve his physical strength.
At this time, Director Zhao sent a video request. Butler Song answered the video and asked Zhao Qingxun in a low voice. After getting his approval, he raised the head of the nursing bed to help Zhao Qingxun realize the call with his mother.
"Good morning, handsome guy. I heard that you only had some porridge for breakfast. I'm afraid it's not nutritious enough." On Zhao Lanyin's mobile phone screen, Zhao Qingxun was not wearing a nasal oxygen mask. His body was slightly tilted, and he was wearing a white double-breasted shirt. His face was pale, but his hairstyle was very neat and beautiful. He was leaning on the raised headboard of the nursing bed.
"For lunch later, we'll have shredded pork with Beijing sauce and mutton hotpot in a copper hotpot. The desserts will be donkey rolls and pea yellow. Ms. Zhao, do you want to come home for dinner?" Zhao Qingxun raised one corner of his lips and gave a rogue smile. He hardly ate meat, and mostly ordered meals for a few people who worked around him. He hadn't had a social life for too long, and he preferred the feeling of being together in a lively atmosphere. He didn't care much about what to eat.
Director Zhao knew what his son had just been through and how difficult his daily life was. Seeing Butler Song helping him put on his glasses, Zhao Qingxun raised his hand to press the earphones. Zhao Lanyin kept smiling and continued with a relaxed expression, "I'll send the baby to you. She's been with me, eating and sleeping poorly. Most importantly, she's been displaced and her studies have been delayed. The baby is 18 years old and should have taken the college entrance examination. It's all my fault for delaying her."
It was rare for Zhao Qingxun's cold face to show a surprised expression. He opened his beautiful lips and paused for a moment before slowly speaking, "No, don't give your baby to me."
Zhao Qingxun did not object to his mother adopting Feng Ling, especially since he was injured and paralyzed and became a disabled person who had to stay in bed and rely on others for care. Zhao Qingxun felt it was great to have another caring and precious daughter by his mother's side. He went from having only his mother to having a younger sister and more relatives. He felt sweet and was full of love in his heart.
"Please help me and teach her well. Let her stay in Beijing and study with the best teachers so that she can get into university next year." Director Zhao continued to lobby despite his son's refusal.
After three years of rehabilitation, Zhao Qingxun's physical recovery was very poor. Except for his left hand which had recovered most of its functions but still had very little strength, his right hand had almost no function and was even more severely deformed. The appearance of the two hands was already visibly different. His paralyzed body could not move and most of the muscles had atrophied.
Being forced to accept spinal cord injury is an unsolvable medical problem. Zhao Qingxun's body has basically no possibility of recovery. He has accepted his fate and no longer expects a miracle to happen.
Seeing that her son didn't say anything and didn't express his opinion, Zhao Lanyin was happy in her heart, but she was still begging, "My handsome boy, Mom is leaving it to you. Mom is too busy. I can leave Feng Ling to anyone else, but I'm afraid she will learn bad things if she leaves her to someone else." There are so many temptations in this world, and Feng Ling itself is an attractive little cake. Zhao Qingxun knows how many people are coveting her. His mother's words were a bit exaggerated, but she asked him to take care of Feng Ling because she was worried about letting others do it, so she found him.
However, with his current health, he already needs someone to take care of him. Does he have the ability to take care of Feng Ling, who has just reached adulthood? Thinking of his bedridden body all day, Zhao Qingxun's eyes dimmed, and a melancholy expression overflowed from his eyes. He didn't want to argue with his mother anymore, so he turned his head slightly to the side, feeling gloomy.
After lunch the next day, Zhao Lanyin's personal assistant drove Zhao Lanyin's car and personally delivered Feng Ling to the door of the new house. If it were not for this car that was allowed to be registered, it would not be able to enter the gate of the villa area.
The assistant was one of the few people who knew Zhao Qingxun's true situation. He still respected Zhao Qingxun's request, did not get out of the car, asked the bodyguard to help with the luggage, and hurriedly left the heavily guarded new home.
Zhao Qingxun has always been surrounded by bodyguards and has been on high alert since he became famous. Since he became paralyzed, Zhao Lan, out of respect for his son's decision, has kept everything about Zhao Qingxun secret from the outside world to protect his privacy. The recruitment and screening of the staff around him have also been more stringent.
Wearing a blue loose baseball jacket, a white super short pleated skirt, a baseball cap, a white mask, thick long hair below the waist, and the latest straw slippers, Feng Ling ran to the second floor as soon as she entered the door, shouting "Brother, brother" in her little mouth. Although I have never seen Zhao Qingxun in person, the brother and sister actually have an "emotional foundation". It turns out that they have been friends with each other for a long time, and they will chat privately on social software every now and then.
Director Zhao is a very busy man. He went to the north to look for inspiration and choose filming locations. Feng Ling was of course willing to stay in Beijing with Zhao Qingxun. As a brother who is six years older than her and a former top idol, he is always more approachable and attractive than others.
Feng Ling ran up the stairs, and Butler Song followed behind, supporting his old arms and legs, "Little Ancestor, keep your voice down, keep your voice down..."
Zhao Qingxun and Feng Ling, two people who should have met and spent time together on a daily basis, hadn't been able to see each other because of so many things that had happened and the huge changes in their lives. This time, Zhao Qingxun agreed to let Feng Ling come over, and she was so happy that she even bought her brother some signature desserts from a newly opened and very famous dessert shop in Beijing as a filial gift.
"Brother..." When she reached the door of the master bedroom, Feng Ling lowered her voice and hesitated whether to go in directly. She knew that her brother was in poor health and needed someone to take care of him.
Butler Song caught up, reached out to stop Feng Ling, and spoke to her in a low voice, "Yes, Xiaoxun is here. Miss Feng Ling, please come with me, let's wash our hands..."
Wash your hands? Feng Ling's beautiful eyes were full of doubts. She looked at Butler Song without saying a word.
"You know, your brother is weak and has poor resistance. He gets sick easily. If he comes into contact with the virus, he will be even more likely to get sick." Faced with this eldest lady whose temper was not very clear, Butler Song was also in a dilemma and struggled to explain Zhao Qingxun's special situation.
Putting down the cake box and taking off the mask, Feng Ling looked down at her outfit, stretched out her hand and turned her head to look for the public restroom on the second floor, "Oh, I'm going to wash my hands, Uncle Song, I've been reading at home recently and haven't been in contact with outsiders, don't worry.
After washing her hands, Feng Ling used a hair dryer to dry her clean clothes in the bathroom for a while, then tidied her long hair and knocked on Zhao Qingxun's door lightly.
"Baby? Come in..." Zhao Qingxun was weak and spoke in a soft and short voice.
"Brother, I'm here..."
The girl was as delicate as a flower. At this moment, she did not have the dazzling aura of a movie queen, nor the charming female brilliance on the big screen. She looked like an ordinary high school student. She walked into Zhao Qingxun's room with her natural and innocent beauty, walked through the outer hall step by step, and came to his bedside.
"Feng Ling baby, welcome home." Sitting on the raised headboard, Zhao Qingxun, who was wearing glasses, stretched out his left hand towards Feng Ling, revealing a rare shy smile.
Just now, he vaguely heard the sound of wind chimes outside the door. He was anxious and said he wanted to use a wheelchair. The nurse couldn't refute him, so she hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over, lifted the thin blanket and was about to carry Zhao Qingxun out of bed. Looking down, he saw the transparent catheter winding out of his waistband and his crooked feet without socks. Zhao Qingxun grabbed the nurse's wrist with his left hand, shook his head and said, "Forget it."
So, Zhao Qingxun covered the catheter and urine bag with a quilt. The nurse helped him tidy up the quilt, clothes and pants, and helped him sit up straight on the bed. He met his mother's adopted sister for the first time.
Knowing that he had been ill for four years, Feng Ling never expected that Zhao Qingxun still maintained the same appearance as before.
After three years of filming and half a year of studying in an aristocratic high school, Feng Ling has seen too many tall, delicate, and handsome boys with different personalities. She has seen Zhao Qingxun's face countless times in various media, actively and passively, but today is the first time she has seen him in person.
Zhao Qingxun, with his upper body leaning against the headboard, had hardly changed from the rebellious, restrained and charming temperament he had in his heyday. Only his sharper jawline showed that he had lost a lot of weight.
Zhao Qingxun's single eyelids, which have a unique oriental charm, are thin and slightly sunken. His eyes are clear, almost blank, and slightly gentle. When he looks at people without raising his face, he looks cold and sinister.
He looks soft and youthful from the front, and three-dimensional and heroic from the side. His face has both youthfulness and a solemnity, yet he is restrained and forbearing.
The male actor's sexual tension isn't simply about sheer force; sometimes, a touch of sensitivity can enhance his sexiness. He's reserved yet charming, possessing a certain warmth. He can portray all sorts of obscure, unrequited sorrow, and can also pull off the unnatural, yet poignant, act of a knife, imbuing the pain with greater weight.
Zhao Qingxun's temperament is not entirely introverted, but rather a kind of obscure energy field. His core is stable, his mind is focused, his actions always keep up with his thoughts, and he is good at finding certainty in uncertainty. The more he struggles, the calmer he becomes, and the more chaotic the world becomes, the more sober he becomes.
Just by looking at him, Feng Ling was deeply fascinated. It turned out that all the cameras and screens were not reliable. Only by seeing it with your own eyes could you know how good-looking the person who was generally recognized as good-looking was in reality. Zhao Qingxun sat there and looked at her sideways, looking exactly like a two-dimensional figurine.
"Brother, I finally see you in person." She was still a little reserved as if meeting someone for the first time, and stood properly beside the bed. Feng Ling called out to him obediently, and her big eyes kept looking at Zhao Qingxun's expression.
"Is it the feeling of turning from a picture into a real person? I feel the same way now." Zhao Qingxun's slender neck was not very strong. He adjusted his shoulders, slowly turned his neck and smiled at Feng Ling with all his strength.
Although he didn't like to laugh, he still tried hard to force a smile. When they met for the first time, Zhao Qingxun wanted to leave a friendly and easy-going impression on Feng Ling so that she would feel more relaxed and comfortable at home in the future.
Receiving full kindness and encouragement, Feng Ling walked to the bedside, took Zhao Qingxun's hand, bravely sat beside him, and whispered to him, "You are prettier than in Mom's phone.
Blinking, Zhao Qingxun smiled again, letting her hold his cool, slender hand. He also joked with Feng Ling, "You too, your face is super small." Feng Ling has charmed a lot of rich second-generation fans at school, and her mature and experienced performance on the big screen is like a veteran actor. Feng Ling's charm has been recognized by authoritative film critics through Zhao Lanyin's film lens, so Zhao Qingxun disdains boring pursuit.
"I will be obedient and not cause trouble to my brother." Her brother is in poor health, and she will not let him worry about her affairs.
"It's not a problem. This is your home. You can do whatever you want. You can tell me anything. I can't walk, so I don't go out usually. I'm always at home." Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed in bed, so how could he bear to deprive a lovely little girl of her freedom?
"Can I make a request, brother?" Her beautiful big eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Yeah. What do you want to say?" Although he didn't have the opportunity to take care of children, Zhao Qingxun was still very tolerant and doting towards his sister.
With an innocent smile on her face, Feng Ling actually asked, "For this year's Christmas gift, I want to receive the action figures from your collection."
After being stunned for a second, Zhao Qingxun nodded lovingly and promised her repeatedly, "Okay, okay, okay, now we can choose the gift in person."
The little girl, who was only eighteen years old, already knew that being well-behaved and obedient was not the best way to control her brother. What Feng Ling really wanted to do was to act like a spoiled child and be willful occasionally, adding a little "trouble" and "worry" to Zhao Qingxun's life.
Because Zhao Qingxun was seriously injured in an accident and lived in Switzerland for a long time, Feng Ling had been shooting a movie for three years. Most importantly, Zhao Qingxun's personality changed drastically after he was paralyzed. He was unwilling to see anyone, which led to their first meeting four years after Feng Ling was adopted.
Although they have never met formally, it did not stop Zhao Lanyin from building a communication bond between the children. After learning that Fengling was adopted, Zhao Qingxun would carefully select gifts for her birthday and Christmas every year. The relationship between the brother and sister is not only familiar, but also very close.
"Don't worry, brother always keeps his word." Zhao Qingxun felt happy and secure when his hand was held by her soft little hand. He coaxed Feng Ling as if she were a child with a half-smile in his tone.
"Good brother, thank you, brother." Feng Ling had received Christmas gifts from others for three years, so of course what she cared about was her brother's friendship. Hearing Zhao Qingxun's gentle and soft tone and his promise, she happily let go of his hand, opened her arms and threw herself directly into Zhao Qingxun's arms, expressing her happy mood.
Feng Ling weighed only a little over 80 pounds, but Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed from the waist down. Without support, he couldn't sit still without anyone touching him. If someone pounced on him, he wouldn't be able to maintain his sitting position for even a second. Zhao Qingxun knew he couldn't sit still, but his shrunken, curled right hand had no function and would only hang limply, unable to support himself on the bed.
By the time Feng Ling realized something was wrong and wanted to hold Zhao Qingxun, who had fallen, it was too late. Fortunately, the nurse was quick and held Zhao Qingxun's shoulders. Otherwise, she would have fallen on the bed after being held by her sister, and Zhao Qingxun would have been angry after being helped up.
"Brother, I'm sorry, brother..." Seeing Zhao Qingxun's embarrassed expression, Feng Ling recalled the pair of thin and sharp thighs and the soft and weak waist she had just touched, and suddenly realized that Zhao Qingxun's health was worse than she thought, and he couldn't even sit still.
The heartbeat speed was completely beyond the normal level. Zhao Qingxun had no feeling below his waist and abdomen. Apart from the slight vibration of his body, he could not feel the weight of the wind chimes. However, the girl's fragrance was unstoppable and had filled his nostrils and chest. Unless he stopped breathing, he had no chance to refuse.
Zhao Qingxun had been staying at home for a long time and had not had contact with a girl as old as Fengling for a long time. He did not mind having close contact, but he was a little shocked by Fengling's liveliness. This little girl was so thin and small back then, but now she has grown into such a beautiful and cute girl, and she is also quite good at nurturing people. No wonder Director Zhao wanted to leave the baby to him.
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