Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Memories
Our home in Beijing is very big, several thousand square meters, which is enough space for our two children to develop their own interests and complete what they should do without disturbing each other.
Feng Ling was arranged to have classes on the first floor because the space above the second floor should be given to Zhao Qingxun as much as possible. He needed enough private space, but Feng Ling's bedroom was arranged by Zhao Qingxun on the second floor. After all, there were workers coming in and out, cooking, etc. on the first floor, and he didn't want to let Feng Ling down.
In the afternoon, Zhao Qingxun closed the door and rested as usual. It was not known whether he slept or not. In such a big house, the workers worked and walked very quietly. Feng Ling looked around the new house curiously, and then stayed obediently in the small study on the first floor to study.
Before dinner, Feng Ling, in keeping with her actor's self-discipline, did some warm-up gymnastics barefoot on the floor of the small study for a long time. When the housekeeper knocked on the door and called her in for dinner, she was still doing the splits.
"Miss Fengling, it's time to eat."
Still maintaining the splits, Feng Ling raised her head and asked Butler Song with a smile, "Uncle Song, how did you call me back then? You should still call me that now."
Butler Song was stunned for a moment. He had indeed seen Feng Ling several times in the past and had followed Zhao Lan in calling her "baby, baby". However, the little girl had grown up now and had a dazzling career and status. As an old butler, he was embarrassed to call her by her nickname. Now that Feng Ling mentioned this name, he smiled and responded, "Baby, let's go, it's time for dinner."
She was indeed a little hungry. Since it was her first day at home, Feng Ling did not go to the refrigerator or kitchen to look for snacks other than drinks. Talking less, doing less, and watching more were her instinctive reactions when she first arrived.
Walking through the corridor and looking at the quiet and beautiful central courtyard surrounded by flowers, Fengling couldn't help but imagine what a pleasant moment in life it would be to sit there and chat and drink tea with her brother.
But when she sat at the dining table and learned that Zhao Qingxun would not come downstairs for dinner, Fengling's face instantly drooped and she became unhappy.
"I, I eat alone?" With an aggrieved look on her face, Feng Ling looked at Uncle Song and the aunt who was helping her set the table, and asked in a low voice.
Immediately sympathizing with her unhappiness and understanding what she meant, Butler Song said with a smile, "Xiao Xun rarely comes downstairs to eat. Baby, your brother's health..."
"At home, I thought my brother would eat with me. Before, my mother was very busy, so I ate alone. It's okay, I get it." Her voice became softer and softer. Feng Ling nodded and smiled. With this smile, tears flashed in her eyes. The aunt who served the meal almost dropped the plate to hug Feng Ling. The child had really suffered a great injustice.
"Good baby, eat your meal." The aunt who served the food had worked at Zhao Lanyin's home in Beijing and had seen Feng Ling before. She coaxed her to eat in a low voice.
"But I'm not hungry. Let's eat tomorrow morning. I'm going upstairs now. Thank you, Auntie, and Uncle Song." With tears in her eyes, Feng Ling stood up calmly and walked towards the stairs politely.
Even a fool could see that she was unhappy...
Returning to her room and seeing every detail meticulously arranged, Feng Ling felt a surge of gratitude. It was her mother who had changed her destiny. She knew that without Zhao Lanyin, she might never have left her hometown. Therefore, Feng Ling was very sensible and cherished everything she had. She understood that she was incredibly lucky, having easily gained opportunities that most people only dreamed of without even trying hard.
Although Zhao Lanyin formally told Feng Ling that you are the most special and different from all of them, you should not think that I have given you anything. Remember, you are you, the best Feng Ling in the world.
But Feng Ling understood in her heart, and she also knew how to be grateful. She understood that every flower and every tree has a cause and effect, and she should not take it for granted, but should learn to cherish, be grateful, and give back.
After having his limbs massaged in the bedroom for a while, Zhao Qingxun not only did not eat anything in the afternoon, but he also had no appetite for dinner. He almost never went to the restaurant on the first floor to eat. It was the same at his home in Switzerland. As a single person, he spent most of his time in his bedroom due to his health.
"We've prepared a light dinner, dumplings stuffed with pumpkin, trout, and cucumber, noodles with matsutake mushrooms, and seasonal yellow peaches, blueberries, and cherries. Xiaoxun, shall we eat now?" The kitchen aunt greeted carefully. She couldn't tell whether the young master wanted to eat or not. Anyway, the young master looked like he didn't care for worldly things. He usually ate about the amount of food an average person would eat in one meal a day. Everyone had gotten used to it and treated him as if he had grown up drinking dew.
"No need for fish and noodles, bring the rest." Zhao Qingxun understood that even though he had no appetite, he still had to eat something, so he gave the order softly, and his left hand swiped across the control screen, preparing to lift the head of the bed and get up.
"Xiao Xun, the baby..." Butler Song knocked lightly on the open partition door and walked in to report the first major event of the moment.
Who made her unhappy? Zhao Qingxun's sensitive nerves were touched, and many possibilities instantly ran through his mind. He immediately looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The baby said he doesn't want to eat dinner, so I came to tell you."
Feng Ling was young, and even if she needed to control her weight, she was eating a healthy diet. She wasn't starving. Zhao Qingxun knew all this. So was she feeling unwell? Was she having her period? Did she miss her previous home?
"Uncle Song, what's wrong with the baby?" It would be better to ask directly. Zhao Qingxun stayed in the room, but he felt that the housekeeper came to report deliberately, so he must know the inside story.
"It seems that it's because you don't like eating alone." The housekeeper certainly knew what the little girl was thinking and immediately expressed it clearly to Zhao Qingxun.
The head of the bed lifted up a little bit and looked into the housekeeper's eyes. Zhao Qingxun thought for a moment and made a difficult decision. "I'll go downstairs to eat. Please call the baby to eat with me."
The kitchen aunt was still standing by the bed. When she heard the young master's instructions, she glanced at Butler Song, and after Butler Song nodded in approval, she immediately left the room and went downstairs to prepare.
Zhao Qingxun had been keeping up his spirits for a whole day in order to welcome Feng Ling home. As evening approached, his body, which felt as heavy as mud, made him feel a little discouraged. He lay on the bed and didn't want to move anymore. Unexpectedly, the little girl was in a bad mood and wanted someone to have dinner with her. He had to cheer up and take on the responsibility of being a parent and a brother.
His lower limbs were too weak to sit still, and his right arm could not move. Even for close-fitting clothes, Zhao Qingxun mostly chose double-breasted ones, which made it convenient for others to help him put on and change clothes, saving time and effort.
Leaning against the headboard, he asked the nurse to put on a gray round-neck striped shirt for him. Since the air-conditioning on the first floor was a bit cooler, the nurse was about to hold his arm and put a cardigan on him. Zhao Qingxun saw this, put his left hand on the nurse's arm, and said softly, "No need."
The fingers were clearly cold, and the nurse was afraid that he would catch a cold, so the room temperature on the first floor was set relatively low for everyone's daily activities. However, Zhao Qingxun was paralyzed and could not regulate his body temperature on his own, so he could easily catch a cold. The nurse insisted on putting a vest on him.
"I just queued up a while ago and closed the gate. Should I put the tube around my waist?" Zhao Qingxun was half lying on the bed with a urine bag beside him. The nurse didn't know how he was going to handle such a private nursing item in front of Feng Ling, so she asked carefully.
Looking down at his loose trousers, Zhao Qingxun casually replied, "Hang it in the wheelchair pocket and cover me with a blanket." The side pocket of the wheelchair can cover the urine bag so that it will not be exposed. The blanket can cover the hose from his waist to the side pocket of the wheelchair, so Feng Ling should not see it. Zhao Qingxun's most secret thought was that it didn't matter if she saw it. After all, she would know it sooner or later.
The nurse carried Zhao Qingxun to the wheelchair. The housekeeper and the nurse worked together to help Zhao Qingxun straighten the wrinkles in his clothes. The nurse squatted beside the wheelchair and put slippers on his feet, which were only wearing socks, and placed them on the wheelchair pedals. His paralyzed legs were unable to support themselves and fell limply to one side. The nurse pulled out the safety belt to fix Zhao Qingxun's legs, making him look much straighter. Zhao Qingxun held the joystick with his left hand, and the wheelchair slowly left the room.
The two rooms were very close, and in a moment the wheelchair was at the door of Fengling's room. "Baby, baby..." The wheelchair was facing the door sideways, and Zhao Qingxun adjusted the direction. He estimated that he could touch the door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently. In just a few seconds, Fengling had opened the door and looked down at him with surprise in her eyes.
"elder brother."
"Have dinner with me, okay?" With a gentle tone, Zhao Qingxun acted like an older brother and invited Feng Ling to have dinner together.
"good."
Seeing Zhao Qingxun, who was as quiet as smoke and spoke softly, Feng Ling would subconsciously speak in a lower voice and follow him obediently in the wheelchair to take the elevator.
The electric wheelchair made a quiet movement and drove directly into the elevator. Feng Ling stood behind Zhao Qingxun and saw that the backrest of the wheelchair was as high as his shoulders. Zhao Qingxun's round-necked shirt was three parts casual and three parts loose, and his snow-white and slender neck was displayed without any cover. A clear and straight white surgical incision was exposed. Under the illumination of the elevator ceiling light, one could even see the needle marks on both sides of the incision.
What had happened to such a good-looking person's body? Feng Ling bit her lip, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing Zhao Qingxun, who had his back to her.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhao Qingxun's physical abnormalities became even more apparent. His back couldn't straighten, his waist and abdomen leaned backward with weakness, and his entire body appeared hunched over. Furthermore, Feng Ling noticed Zhao Qingxun's right hand resting loosely on his leg. As the wheelchair entered and exited the elevator, his thin hand would sway slightly, seemingly motionless. Even his inward-turned wrist was crooked. Just how much hardship and pain had this brother, once adored and admired by countless people, endured?
In just a short distance, Fengling's heart was already full of twists and turns, and she had experienced all kinds of feelings.
Seeing that Zhao Qingxun was eating with his left hand and even asked the housekeeper to put on gloves for him to hold the spoon while eating, and his right hand was always hanging on his leg without moving, Feng Ling felt a little regretful that she had to eat with her brother.
"Brother, what do you like to eat? These dumplings look delicious." Feng Ling's hometown is in the southern part of the Central Plains. She almost never eats noodles or dumplings. She thought dumplings were particularly delicious when she ate them with Zhao Lanyin several times. However, as an actress, Feng Ling needs to strictly control her weight, so she has very few opportunities to eat as much as she wants.
"I like them all... Try some. They're vegetarian, you can eat them." Along with Feng Ling came Zhao Lanyin's warning, "Don't feed the baby too much," and a dietitian-designed recipe. She wasn't one to eat just any meat or oil. Knowing this, and knowing the kitchen's knowledge of Feng Ling's diet, Zhao Qingxun simply wanted to be a good brother. He only had his left hand, so he couldn't easily change the utensils to serve Feng Ling. He could only patiently coax her with words.
Cucumber and shrimp are a simple and light homely flavor. The dumplings were packed small for Zhao Qingxun's convenience. Feng Ling ate it in one bite, and the fragrance filled her lips and teeth, which was amazing.
"It smells so good." Her little mouth is so good at eating, and the way she eats looks so pretty, which makes Zhao Qingxun happy just seeing it.
"You eat, I'm not very hungry." She waved the back of her left hand towards the dumplings. Zhao Qingxun really liked watching her eat.
"I won't give my broccoli and chicken breast to my brother. They're not tasty." Feng Ling made a cute face and ate Zhao Qingxun's dumplings generously.
It was the first time for them to have each other's company, whether they were family or young people, they let down their guard and simply tasted the food. Feng Ling was in a good mood, and Zhao Qingxun was also in a good mood. He ate slowly and ate little, but he felt a sense of satisfaction watching Feng Ling eat, which was very novel.
Observing that Zhao Qingxun was sitting in a wheelchair almost motionless, Feng Ling was worried that her brother would be inconvenient and unable to reach the food, so she picked up some dumplings for him, and Zhao Qingxun ate them. She scooped sweet pumpkin with a spoon and fed it to him personally, and Zhao Qingxun ate it without hesitation. She praised the delicious soup and served some to her brother. Zhao Qingxun, who never drank soup for fear of spilling it on himself, also drank it. The two of them had a great appetite for their first meal.
"Brother, did you eat the cake I bought when I came this afternoon?" After dinner, although it was only the first day they were together, Feng Ling was obviously asking this question knowing the answer.
"No, didn't you eat it?" Zhao Qingxun had no impression of this cake and subconsciously turned his head to ask the housekeeper.
"I brought it for you. How could I have the nerve to eat it by myself?" It was indeed the first time Feng Ling came to visit, and she didn't want to go home empty-handed, so she bought it specially.
"Now, have a taste?" After all, he was young, and Zhao Qingxun was happy to be an older brother who would not spoil the fun.
"Okay." This is what she wanted.
There is a lively little master in the family. Zhao Qingxun, who is taciturn and never smiles, really needs a younger sister. Housekeeper Song is happy in his heart, but he is physically tired and has more things to do. He hurriedly asks someone to bring the cake and happily watches the two of them take a bite of it.
"It's low-fat and not sweet, brother, try it." After taking a bite herself and switching to a new fork, Feng Ling leaned closer to the side of the wheelchair and fed Zhao Qingxun another bite. Knowing how fast Zhao Qingxun ate, she fed him naturally and attentively. Zhao Qingxun didn't refuse the small bite, opening his mouth and eating it with a nod of thanks. In their new home in Beijing, the siblings, who were not related by blood but six years apart in age, officially began a happy and warm time together.
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The collection has increased very little recently. Don’t you like the baby and the brother? The author secretly cried
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