The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu was a little dazed for a moment, but many mysteries that had been entangled for years became clear again: when he returned to England as a child, his grandfather doted on him too much, his grandmother was deliberately cold to him, and the strange looks from his relatives.

After my grandfather passed away, I was the only one among his grandchildren to receive the large inheritance he had designated. Could this be considered as his conscience coming to him at the last moment of his life?

When he was very young, his father was very kind to him, but it seemed that when he was ten years old, he suddenly announced his breakup with his grandfather, started a long quarrel with his mother, and looked at himself with hatred... Oh, it was at that time that Wen Jierui discovered that his wife had committed adultery with his father and that the child was not his own...

And this is exactly what Guan Qingcai can do. In order to gain a status in the big family by relying on her son, she climbed into her father-in-law's bed.

So all the indifference and hostility he had encountered since childhood had a very clear reason. Why was he always pushed around, why did no one come to look for him when he disappeared? It turned out that they no longer wanted him.

When he was ten years old, his father and mother might have been sitting in the car that he couldn’t catch up with, watching him coldly as he chased and ran, fell, got up, and fell down again crying, saying, “I wish he didn’t exist.”

He studied hard, behaved well, and tried hard to act like a good kid who pleased his parents, but it turned out to be just a ridiculous one-man show. He had actually been abandoned long before he knew it.

"Is what Pei Du said true?" Wen Qiu grabbed Wen Jierui's collar and shook him hard, "Tell me! Tell me!"

Looking at Wen Qiu's red eyes, Wen Jierui could no longer escape, and said with trembling lips: "Yes..."

After saying this, his burly body seemed to be collapsed by a heavy punch, and he had to rely on He Yu's support to barely stand. His face seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and tears filled the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"This is not my fault. I am also a victim..." He murmured, "It was that bitch who seduced my father. It was my father who betrayed me. I have been harmed by them all my life! I would rather not have discovered the truth. Xiaoqiu, do you remember how good I was to you when you were little? I really hoped that you were my child..."

Wen Qiu looked at him, seeing him repeatedly saying that it was not his fault. The indifference and hostility were real, and the tears of regret were also real. He was just a man who was avoiding responsibility and reality.

But what about himself? Did he deserve to endure all this? He knew nothing, and he had no choice. He was born into this world like this. Why did he have to bear all the costs? Why did they always have endless reasons to justify themselves like this? No matter how hard Wen Qiu thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.

"You said you wouldn't forgive me," Pei Du said softly, as if whispering to a devil, "Wen Jierui has lied to you for more than 20 years."

Wen Qiu glanced at him suddenly, and suddenly felt that he was very strange. His head was buzzing, and he felt that he should take some medicine, but he didn't have any strength. It turned out that this was what it felt like to be extremely sad, and all thoughts became desolate.

He Yu couldn't stand it anymore, and pushed Pei Du away. "That's enough, Pei Du! You knew how much this would hurt him, why did you tell him? He has no one to rely on except his father! Stop it, and don't take advantage of his misfortune!"

"Taking advantage of his misfortune?" Pei Du glanced at him disdainfully, "Aren't you the same? If it weren't for the conflict between Qiuqiu and me, how could a despicable person like you be worthy of standing by his side again?"

Enough, it's too noisy, shut up! Wen Qiu covered his ears, the noisy sound pierced his head like needles, he was almost unable to breathe, but why were these people still quarreling? !
"Qiuqiu..." Pei Du wanted to hold his hand. This was just a contest on the scale, and he had obviously thrown out a heavy enough weight to tip the scale to his side. He might not have done well enough, but as long as Wen Jierui was worse, Wen Qiu would have to choose him in the end.

"Snapped--"

His wishful thinking was answered with a loud slap in the face.

Wen Qiu hit him. The man who would be so sad that he would cry when he saw him injured, the man who had admired and loved him from beginning to end, hit him.

"So you've always known the truth, right?! So in your opinion, this is just a means to manipulate me, right?!" Wen Qiu said word by word, gritting his teeth, "Pei Du, I'm so disappointed in you."

Hatred burned in his eyes like wildfire, burning the fresh green fields. This was a scene that Pei Du would never forget in his life, as if his soul had been left with an incurable burn.

After saying this, Wen Qiu didn't look at him again. He turned around, supported Wen Jierui, and left the villa with him.

Pei Du felt somehow that it was at this moment that he completely lost his beloved.

The theorem as simple and clear as mathematics has failed. Wen Jierui is obviously "worse" and "cheated more", but Wen Qiu still chose him.

It would take him many years to figure out why this happened, but at this moment his heart was filled with only embarrassment, confusion, pain, and irreversible despair.

/
Back in the car, Wen Jierui's face gradually showed ecstasy as if he had survived a disaster. He looked at Wen Qiu cautiously: "Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu... have you forgiven me?"

"In fact, in my heart, I have long regarded you as my son. We are still connected by blood..." Wen Jierui said with tears in his eyes, "It was my fault in the past. I did not do it right. Give me a chance in the future, and I will do everything I can to treat you well..." Wen Qiu just turned his head away, staring blankly at a place. He suddenly asked, "On May 5 last year, when He Yu took me to see the new villa, you suddenly appeared there. Was it also Pei Du's arrangement?"

Wen Jierui was stunned for a moment. Before he could answer, He Yu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, sneered: "Of course, do you think there are such coincidences in the world? He has seen through my plan and has been secretly contacting my father to alienate you and me - we are just pawns in his hands."

"Ha..." Wen Qiu smiled hollowly. It was just as expected. What a good plan.

That day he seemed to cry as miserably as he did today, feeling abandoned by the whole world. He wanted to break up, but had to desperately ask him for help. And Pei Du came like a god, saving him from the miserable world. He said he loved him, put a ring on him, and said he would pursue him for the rest of his life.

But how can there be such a lover in the world? Even at the end, Pei Du was still the calmest gambler at the table, holding his cards in his hand, taking every step carefully and planning everything out.

It was when he realized this with a chill all over his body that he thought of escaping. If he stayed with Pei Du for one more second, he could think of a hundred ways to make himself fall.

He Yu turned around and said seriously, "Young Master, you made the right choice. We are no match for him. If he wants, he can kill you and make you devoted to him."

Thinking about the past few months, Wen Qiu had to admit that he was right. Even Li Tianchang saw that something was wrong and asked him to protect himself, but he was just foolishly indulging in the fantasy of love, thinking that he had found the most trustworthy man in the world.

What he hated the most was that he trusted Pei Du so much. It was because of that almost blind trust that Pei Du controlled him at will.

"Also, do you know? I investigated your so-called ex-husband before," He Yu continued, "Just when I was about to find out the truth, there was a car accident. Was it really an accident? And Pei Zhixuan, that was Pei Du's biological father. He was killed in his own home by his crazy wife. Did you really never doubt it? Those who have offended you have all suffered retribution one by one. Has Pei Du ever shown you his methods?"

Wen Qiu covered his ears, "Stop talking..."

"He Yu, stop provoking him!" Wen Jierui hugged his son distressedly and patted his back slowly, "It's okay, Xiaoqiu, with daddy here, no one can bully you in the future."

Wen Qiu leaned in his arms, a teardrop on her eyelashes, but her eyes were empty and indifferent. They were all taking advantage of his misfortune, but he was also using his misfortune to coerce them.

He didn't want to trust anyone or rely on anyone anymore. He just wanted to grow up faster and become stronger, until one day he could rely on his own strength and stand firm in this world.

/
There was only one week left for Xiao Zhiliao's treatment, and the script of "Seven Tours of the Human World" was finally completed. Wen Qiu explained the rest of the matters to Lu Bing in detail, and added an investment of 300 million - he used his own money. Wen Jierui also took away a part of the original 1000 million pounds inheritance, and now it was all returned to him.

"We haven't even reached the prairie yet, and you're leaving." In the coffee shop, Lu Bing looked at him with regret, "The scene of the advent will be very beautiful when filmed, but it's a pity that you can't see it first."

But I have already imagined all the details of the painting... Thinking that the painting titled "Human World" was also a gift from Pei Du to me, Wen Qiu felt a tiny needle-like pain in his heart.

"Besides, I have no idea where to shoot the Hell chapter. I don't want to use too many CG special effects. They are expensive and ugly." Lu Bing bit the straw in annoyance. Wen Qiu was a great partner. He had money, ideas, action and the ability to handle things. If such a person were to leave, half of the crew would collapse.

"I'm just going to England, not quitting my job," Wen Qiu said with a smile, "I've already made plans to travel around Europe. If I find a suitable filming location, I'll invite the whole crew to come over and play."

Lu Bing was shocked by his wealth and shook Wen Qiu's hand, "It's a deal!"

The two chatted for a long time about family matters, movies, life, and gossip in the industry, but they didn't mention why Wen Qiu gave up his studies and career to leave. As the sky gradually darkened, Lu Bing saw a mature and handsome ALPHA wearing glasses appear at the door of the coffee shop. He looked like a successful elite, but he was willing to play the role of a driver and came to pick people up dutifully.

Wen Qiu didn't know when he would come back after leaving, and he didn't know when he would meet his dear friends again. He felt a little sad, and hugged Lu Bing goodbye. The little girl patted his back comfortingly, "I will dedicate "Seven Tours of the Human World" to you, and put it at the beginning of the movie. In this way, people in the future will say that the great director's debut work was shot with the greatest screenwriter of the same era."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to that day," Wen Qiu said with a smile, "We'll meet at the top."

Lu Bing looked at his departing back and leaned back in her chair with a melancholy look. What she didn't tell Wen Qiu was that the reason she dedicated the movie to him was not only for commemoration, but also because when she was filming the movie, too much of Wen Qiu's shadow was projected onto the protagonist.

The Son of God originally had a heart as clear and flawless as glass, but was contaminated by the seven emotions and six desires in the human world. He was unable to fly because of his heavy obsession, he was worried and afraid because of love, he felt resentment because he could not get what he wanted, and finally he died with a broken heart and fell into hell.

"Seven Tours of the Human World" is a hopelessly tragic story about love.

(End of this chapter)