The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu didn't take these people to heart. In fact, he had a very important schedule today: Sir John Surrey also came to see his performance and invited him to a small gathering. He was a well-known and respected drama critic, and he was always patient and generous with his knowledge to young people. Wen Qiu had been looking forward to this opportunity to meet for a long time.

The assistant drove them to the jazz mansion in the suburbs. Wen Qiu asked Xiao Zhile about his recent studies, and Xiao Zhile answered obediently. He was a child who never made people worry, and at a young age he showed an IQ far beyond that of ordinary people.

Despite this, Wen Qiu still took him with him wherever he went. For example, this visit was a little late for the child. But he was not at ease leaving the child with others. It seemed that he owed the child too much when he was young, so he always wanted to be with the child as much as possible.

The journey was long and London was drizzling endlessly. Wen Qiu pressed his forehead, forced himself to wake up, opened his tablet, and planned to review what he was going to say later.

I have to go to school tomorrow morning to handle some graduation-related procedures, and there is a family gathering in the evening that I have to dress up to attend. In the meantime, I have to find time to liaise with the Chinese side on the progress of the movie, and then I have to find time to go to the hospital to see Wen Jierui...

He has been busy like this for the past four years, busy with his career and studies, busy dealing with his family and suitors, busy taking care of his children... busy, but also fulfilling, and has achieved achievements that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Now when he goes out, he is not only the illegitimate son of a big family, but also a screenwriter with works in hand and a successful film and television investor.

This fulfilling and powerful feeling satisfied him, because he would never forget how angry he was at his own weakness when he fled the country four years ago, and he would never forget how frightened and inferior he felt during the two years he spent with that man.

Therefore, he must continue to become stronger, never slack off, and never allow himself to make the same mistakes again.

In silence, the car drove through the rain-soaked streets, and finally the knight's mansion could be seen in the distance.

"We're here, half an hour earlier than the agreed time." The assistant parked the car on the side of the road and turned around to ask, "Should we go now or..."

She suddenly fell silent because she found Wen Qiu sleeping against the car door. Wen Zhiyao leaned on his father's shoulder and quietly read a story book on his tablet.

Hearing the question, he raised his finger to his lips and made a "hush" gesture, and whispered: "Go later, Dad is too tired, let him rest for a while."

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The next day, Wen Qiu was busy preparing graduation materials when he suddenly received a call from the hospital. The nurse shouted anxiously, "Come to the hospital quickly!"

Wen Qiu's heart immediately rose to his throat, and he asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Wen is clamoring to see you, otherwise he won't eat."

"..." Wen Qiu clenched his fists, but could only sigh helplessly, "Got it, I'll come at noon."

Wen Jierui was a bit of a jerk to begin with, and as he got older, he became more like a child, needing to be coaxed. Wen Qiu asked the nanny to cook some cordyceps and old hen soup, and brought it to the hospital at noon, falsely claiming that he had cooked it himself.

Wen Jierui had no doubts and quickly drank a large cup. He was sweating profusely and kept praising his cooking skills - but in fact, how could he taste good or bad? Ever since he was hospitalized due to a sudden heart attack, he had lost his sense of taste and appetite.

Wen Qiu sat silently at the head of the bed, watching him frail and lying on the sickbed, and could clearly feel that his vitality was slipping away. He rarely thought about the debts he had in the past, and only felt a faint pity and reluctance.

"I probably won't live long," Wen Jierui sighed for the ten thousandth time, his eyes slightly moist, "I just can't bear to leave you and Xiaozhi in this world..."

"Yeah." Wen Qiu listened, lowered his head and looked through his medical records, looking at the lines of shocking numbers that were deteriorating sharply.

"I feel so lonely staying here. These days I have been thinking that I should go back home, back to my home in Yan City. When I die, I will be buried under the birch forest, and then I will have no regrets."

Wen Qiu's fingers trembled slightly and he looked up at him.

Wen Jierui smiled and said, "Isn't most of your career in China? It's time to go back and take a look."

"You know why I don't want to go back."

"Why? Just because that person is in China, we have to stay away from home?" Wen Jierui said angrily, "Four years have passed, Xiaoqiu, his influence on you is not as great as you think."

Wen Qiu lowered his eyelashes, as if thinking. Wen Jierui coughed twice: "Xiao Qiu, before I die, I want to go to Yancheng Old Street for a stroll. Do you remember your favorite noodle shop when you were a child..."

"Got it." Wen Qiu interrupted his endless nostalgia, "When you feel better, we'll leave."

"Okay, it's settled then." Wen Jierui was satisfied. He waved his hand and asked the nurse to continue feeding him the remaining chicken soup.

Wen Qiu left the hospital, feeling rather upset. He agreed straightforwardly, but his heart was far from being so resolute. Pei Du's influence was not that great? What a joke. I had dreamed of him non-stop for the past two years, and woke up crying from the dream. I had finally cured my depression, and I had to dig myself out of the quagmire of humiliation and pain bit by bit. My heart would beat like a drum when I heard any news about him. Not to mention how he had spent his estrus period over the years...

He looked at his watch and saw that there was still time, so he asked his assistant to drive directly to an address. It was a neighborhood where artists gathered and where his good friend Jiang Mingxin lived.

Jiang Mingxin also came here to study four years ago, and chose the same university as him - he was actually worried about her and wanted to stay with him. Now he is a well-known painter, and his paintings have been hung on the walls of many galleries, art museums and collectors.

Just like before, when I opened the door, I saw Jiang Mingxin wearing an apron and waving a brush in front of the canvas. Her cheeks were stained with paint and her orange-pink hair was shiny. Over there, her artist boyfriend was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly with his upper body naked.

"Honey, long time no see!" Jiang Mingxin gave him a big hug.

"Long time no see, your new hair color looks great."

"No, I dyed it myself." Jiang Mingxin was very proud and kicked her boyfriend's hair on the ground. "Steven said it was ugly. What kind of aesthetic sense does he have?" Wen Qiu was wearing a high-end spring and summer dress from a famous brand, but he didn't mind getting it dirty. After a few words of greeting, he casually pulled a cushion and sat down, as if he was still on the campus of Jiangnan University.

He mentioned that Wen Jierui wanted to return to China. In fact, he himself could not say that he had not had that idea. After all, he had been creating in Chinese over the years, and many of his works and his career required domestic soil.

"Then let's go back." Jiang Mingxin sat cross-legged opposite him and said without thinking.

"But... sometimes I'm afraid to think about the past," Wen Qiu frankly expressed his worries to his good friend, "I finally started a new life here, and Xiao Zhiliao also made good friends at school. I'm afraid that after I go back, things will go back to the past..."

"Impossible." Jiang Mingxin said firmly, "In the past, you had nothing, so you were easily taken advantage of. Now you have everything, so why should you be afraid of him? Unless - unless you still like him and can be easily influenced by him."

Wen Qiu lowered his head, playing with his whiskers on the mat, and did not answer. When they quarreled the most fiercely, he never said that he did not like that person. Hatred did not extinguish love, but it burned as violently as love.

"Yeah, I still like him, so I don't want to go back," Wen Qiu looked up at him, "Can you understand?"

"Ha..." Jiang Mingxin didn't expect him to admit it so readily. Wen Qiu was more loyal than he thought, but also more ruthless than anyone he knew.

When "Bury Me Where I Died" premiered in the UK that year, Wen Qiu went to see it with him. The film was adapted from his play "Bury My Roses Where I Died", which can be said to be another masterpiece of Lu Jia, and it was a huge hit at the global box office.

As a result, they had just watched the beginning when they saw a line of big words pop up on the screen: "This film is dedicated to my beloved Qiu." Wen Qiu stood up suddenly and left the seat on the spot.

That movie made Wen Qiu famous, but the person concerned never finished watching it. He can still like someone, but that's all. He can stop listening, watching, and thinking about someone, and put that person on the blacklist of his life.

"You don't have to worry. If they really meet, he will definitely be more panicked than you." Jiang Mingxin said with a smile, "Really, he will definitely not be able to eat or sleep, and will try his best to win you back. Don't you want to give it a try?"

Wen Qiu laughed dryly, thinking that the scene he described was very funny and unrealistic. The person in his memory was always strategic and calm. He could plan everything without making a sound and manipulate and use others freely.

Jiang Mingxin was not talking nonsense, because he had really seen that side of Pei Du - that was four years ago, not long after Wen Qiu left, Pei Du suddenly found him and asked him to do something.

Seeing Pei Du's appearance at that time, Jiang Mingxin was really shocked. ALPHA looked extremely decadent, with messy hair, dark eye sockets, stubble on her chin, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol on her body.

What he asked for was to spend money to send himself to study in the UK so that he could take care of Wen Qiu at the same time, because he was so worried that he couldn't eat or sleep at night, but he didn't dare to run over to see him in person for fear of offending him.

How could Jiang Mingxin have a good face for him? She scolded him on the spot: "You made the person run away, and now you are pretending to be a good person? Now that you see Wen Qiu giving up his studies and hiding in a foreign country so far away, are you satisfied?!"

After saying that, he felt a little scared again. After all, he was pointing his finger at Pei Du and scolding him! But the man didn't get angry. He just said in a hoarse and tired voice: "You're right - so do you agree?"

"I can promise you to go, and I won't charge you any money, but you have to agree to one request of mine."

"what?"

"Give me back the painting, the one called 'Love'!"

"No." Pei Du rejected it without even thinking about it.

"Why not? I gave it to you on the condition that you treat Wen Qiu well, but have you done that?" Jiang Mingxin said aggressively, with her hands on her hips, "If you return the painting to me, I will go to England. Otherwise, there is no way!"

The result of the stalemate was of course his victory. Jiang Mingxin still remembered the day when Pei Dulai returned the painting. His pain and determination made him feel a little sorry. Sometimes he looked at the two of them. They clearly loved each other, but he didn't know why they tortured each other to this extent. However, as Wen Qiu's friend, he must stand firmly on his friend's side.

"So go back, don't worry, think about how many suitors you have now, my beautiful lady," Jiang Mingxin patted his shoulder and joked, "As long as you don't show them any signs, those ALPHAs won't stand a chance. What's a mere ex-boyfriend? Just treat him as if he's dead."

"Hmm..." Every time after chatting with him, Wen Qiu felt a lot more relaxed, and even wondered if he was worrying too much. After all, he was very mentally ill during his last days in the country, and his memory might have exaggerated the pain at that time.

Actually, now that I think about it, isn't it just a broken heart? It's not a big deal.

He had found the life he wanted and was used to shouldering everything by himself. In the past four years, he eliminated Pei Du's existence and lived a better life than before.

When he got back, he asked for Xiao Zhile's opinion. Xiao Zhile nodded vigorously because he liked the Chinese food made by his father the most, and the Western food in the kindergarten was always not tasty. Thinking of that country full of delicious food, his mouth was watering.

So everything was ready, and Wen Qiu put returning home on the agenda. This July, he graduated with honors from the best film and drama school in the UK, and returned to Yan City with Wen Jierui and Xiao Zhiliao.

In addition to being a freelance screenwriter, he currently runs his own film company and is in charge of the Young Artist Development Foundation under his family name. In the past few years, he has funded many young artists at home and abroad, helping them to embark on the art path more easily; he has also invested in several works of emerging directors with a unique vision, and almost every one of them has been a success.

Because of the hardships he had gone through in the past, he wanted to plant trees for future generations. In the past, it was Pei Du who protected and led him forward, and now he can finally provide a shade for others.

(End of this chapter)