The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Jierui died of complications after a liver transplant and did not live to see the peach blossoms on the ancient street that he had been longing for in the spring of the following year.

When the lawyer read the will, Guan Qingcai and He Yu were there, their faces paled with every word they heard. Even after the lawyer finished reading, Guan Qingcai still asked, "Is that all? Did Wen Jierui really give all his inheritance to Wen Qiu, leaving nothing for me?"

"Yes, Ms. Guan, this is the entire content of the will." The lawyer nodded.

This will was drawn up and notarized by Wen Jierui long ago, and it is clear enough to avoid any ambiguity.

Guan Qingcai kept asking the lawyer questions, but He Yu kept silent with a gloomy face, and the veins on his clenched hands were exposed.

During the time when Wen Jierui was in the hospital, Guan Qingcai came to ask about his health every day, more considerate than a married couple; he took care of him like a son. Wen Qiu seldom came to visit, and when he did, he was not in a good mood, but Wen Jierui still gave him everything.

In fact, it cannot be said that he had no premonition. In his last days, Wen Jierui regained his religious beliefs and murmured to him more than once: "We all have to atone for our sins to him..."

He Yu just didn't expect that there would really be nothing left for him. He seemed to be able to hear the man laughing in the grave.

"I understand." Wen Qiu was wearing a black suit, his expression was as solemn as his clothes. "Thank you, Mr. Lawyer. I have something to say to you two. Could you please step aside first?"

The lawyer had probably never dealt with such a peaceful division of a huge inheritance before; he nodded politely and closed the door for them when he left.

Wen Qiu pushed the two documents in front of them and said, "Take a look."

Guan Qingcai and He Yu both looked at the pages in confusion. This time, their expressions were even more complicated than before. Guan Qingcai wiped her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Qiu, what do you mean by this..."

"Don't you understand?" Wen Qiu glanced at her. "I will take out 5000 million from Wen Jierui's inheritance and give it to you in the form of monthly payments. As long as you sign this agreement, the money will be yours."

"But the agreement says that our mother-son relationship will be severed. From now on, I can no longer get close to you in any form!" Guan Qingcai gritted her teeth.

"Yes, if you violate the agreement, you won't get a penny in the future."

"Xiao Qiu, I'm your mother!"

"It's not the same thing after you sign it."

"What if I don't sign?!"

"You still can't see me, and you won't get alimony." Wen Qiu smiled and said, "How about it, choose?"

Guan Qingcai gritted her teeth and cried, but signed the paper without much hesitation.

Wen Qiu didn't even bother to look at her again, and turned to He Yu and said, "The conditions I'm giving you are similar. The company you previously helped Wen Jierui run, I'm now handing it over to you. I will transfer 2% of the shares to you every year, provided that you disappear from my sight, otherwise I have the right to take back the company at any time."

He Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Xiao Qiu, you are more heartless than I thought."

"No," Wen Qiu said, "I think it's too late to take this step now."

"But what will you do in the future?" At least at this moment, behind the flickering lenses, the worry and reluctance in the man's eyes were real, "If you draw a clear line between you and us, you will have no family in the future..."

"How come?" Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows, "I still have Pei Du and Xiao Zhi."

He Yu was extremely surprised when he said the name so calmly. As if Wen Qiu didn't think the excitement was enough, he put his hand on his belly and smiled meaningfully: "Besides...it's not impossible to create more families in the future."

The veins on He Yu's forehead jumped, and he could no longer bear it and punched the table, "Do you still remember how you left Jianghe City four years ago?! When you overdosed on drugs, when you were so depressed that you couldn't write a word, when you went through the estrus alone... Have you forgotten how you got through those days?! I don't understand why you just forgave him like that!"

"Yeah, yeah," Wen Qiu listened to his roar with an indifferent look on his face, "but it's not just Pei Du's fault - you, you all, are all innocent? But all along, Pei Du is the only one who has been blamed and punished."

"No, it's not like that... Can't you feel my guilt?!" He Yu's face was twisted with pain, "We have been trying to make it up to you!"

Facing his excitement, Wen Qiu just leaned back in his chair, "But I don't need that kind of cheap compensation, including the filthy money Wen Jierui gave me." His light green eyes were always clear, so clear that they seemed cruel, "You can't expect me to stay in the past forever, Brother He Yu."

That was the last time he called him "Brother He Yu" with a mocking tone. He Yu sat down dejectedly. He forgot what he said. He only remembered those glass-like eyes, which were transparent blue sky color, shining as if they could accommodate the whole world, but not himself.

He Yu signed the agreement.

Guan Qingcai came over to take a look and grumbled a little indignantly: "The company is so big, you get much more than me..."

He Yu glared at her with disgust and blocked his agreement with his arm, "Ms. Guan, let's draw a clear line from now on."

"Oh, the servant's son is so proud now. It's because our Xiaoqiu has a kind heart. Otherwise, you are not worthy of it..."

The two argued endlessly, their faces reddened. Wen Qiu stood up and walked out of the room without even looking at them.

After seeing off Guan Qingcai and He Yu, Wen Qiu contacted the funeral company to discuss funeral arrangements. In addition to physical fatigue, his heart was also empty, as if a part of him had been taken away forever. The departure and death of those people represented the extinction of a past, and from then on, they were simply annihilated and would never grow again.

But he knew that those were just the dregs of toxic memories, and after clearing the space, he could fill his life with new and better things.

Leaving the dizzy air-conditioned room, Wen Qiu walked out of the hospital building. The cold wind brushed across his cheeks. He let out a long breath and saw someone waiting on a bench under the street light.

The father and son wore long trench coats of the same color and the same cashmere scarves. Wen Zhiyao sat on Pei Du's lap, chewing on a hot sesame cake. He was the first to notice Wen Qiu and waved vigorously through the door, "Dad! We're here to pick you up!"

Pei Du also raised his head, just like every time he waited in the past, he smiled when he saw him, as if he would be extremely happy just by waiting for him to appear.

His lover, his children, his family.

Wen Qiu's heart warmed up and he couldn't help but quicken his pace. When he got closer, he opened his arms and gave the two of them a big hug without saying a word.

Pei Du hugged him back even tighter, his strong arms around his waist, lifting his shoes off the ground.

"Pei Du..." Wen Qiu called his name, but he actually didn't know what to say, just like at this moment he had many regrets and melancholy in his heart, but it was difficult to express.

"Yes, I'm here." So Pei Du just responded like this, and his warm breath and gentle gaze filled the gap between the two of them.

"And me, too!" Wen Zhiyao was at a loss, sandwiched in the middle, like a flattened but very happy cookie. /
Wen Jierui was a man who liked pomp and circumstance. Although he was dead, Wen Qiu still held a grand funeral for him. He also spent a huge amount of money to buy a cemetery and buried him under the birch tree in his hometown.

There was a smiling color photo on the tombstone, taken many years ago, showing the man looking energetic and young. Wen Qiu recalled that when he was very young, Wen Jierui put him on his shoulders and rode a big horse. He still remembered the feeling of being dizzy with excitement, like flying.

Wen Qiu felt a little sad, but he couldn't cry. Perhaps as Pei Du said, his tears had dried up many years ago.

After packing up the few remaining belongings, he returned to England and handed them over to the head of the family, Leona. In the church, the family members held a simple farewell ceremony to bid farewell to this brother who had been very rebellious since childhood.

After returning to China, Wen Qiu had to seize every moment to devote himself to the film work that had been delayed for a long time.

So when Pei Du vaguely asked if he had forgotten something, Wen Qiu would only look up from his computer and coffee with dull eyes and say, "Huh?"

"Forget it..." Pei Du patted him on the head helplessly, "You go ahead and get busy. I also need some time to prepare."

Wen Qiu didn't care, so he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. However, feeling disappointed was the norm for the past four years, and Pei Du was already accustomed to this emotion.

What he didn't know was that Wen Qiu was holding his chin with one hand and looking at his leaving back, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was brewing some idea.

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When Wen Qiu devotes himself to one thing, he can completely block out the perception of the outside world and work day and night. An indescribable sense of excitement mobilizes him, dragging his tired body to work efficiently - he knows that he is shooting something great, and he likes what he is doing from the bottom of his heart.

The result was that after two days and two nights of shooting, Wen Qiu just wanted to stand up from the chair, but his eyes went dark and he passed out.

This was in a remote wilderness, and the shoot would apparently last another week, so it wouldn't work without a director.

The crew looked at each other in bewilderment, and their first reaction was to quickly call the family members. Within two hours, the family members, that is, Mr. Pei, who was born to worry about others' lives, arrived at lightning speed, and swept his cold eyes over everyone, "Where is the person?"

The producer quickly took him to the nanny car. Director Wen was sleeping soundly. He had lost weight after working in the wild for a month. He was visibly tired. President Pei rubbed his brows and said, "I told you to let him have a good rest."

"But Mr. Pei," the producer said, sweating profusely, "you know that Mr. Wen doesn't listen to anyone except you!"

When they were united against the outside world, Wen Qiu's strong will and desperate attitude were reassuring; but when they started working with him, the producer found that this guy was so self-willed that it was outrageous, and when he got stubborn, he could make people angry to death.

For example, in order to catch up with the progress, Wen Qiu would arbitrarily save time for sleeping and eating, and then subjectively and idealistically believe that others can achieve perpetual motion like him; for example, when he couldn't shoot the desired effect, he would wander around all night like a ghost, scaring the employees who got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night; for example, if a big star acted like a big shot, he would directly grab the person and scold him wildly, scolding him to tears, and the big star would log in to Weibo that night and make sarcastic remarks to Director Wen, and tens of millions of fans would rush to the battlefield, almost razing their cyber hometown to the ground...

Fortunately, President Pei had anticipated this situation. After the celebration banquet that day, he gave the producer his business card and asked him to call him if he had anything. As a president with a lot of things to do, he was almost always available and responsive.

Of course, Wen Qiu actually didn't listen to Pei Du's words, but Pei Du had plenty of ways to deal with him.

For example, in order to solve the problem of not eating well, he would force Director Wen to weigh himself once a week. If he lost one pound, one million yuan of investment would be deducted, and if he gained one pound, one million yuan would be added. So the whole team saw such a spectacle: Director Wen, who never liked to eat, would eat rice with great resentment every day, and on weekdays, he would take out small snacks from his pocket from time to time and nibble on them.

One day, when the producer passed by, Director Wen suddenly lifted his clothes to reveal his extremely flat belly, and tried hard to grab a piece of meat and asked him: "Shu Chen, do you think there is a million here?"

I dare not look at it, my ancestors! The producer looked away with sweat on his forehead. I don’t want to be blinded by Mr. Pei!
As for the public opinion crisis, let alone that, President Pei made a friendly appointment with the big boss of the other agency for dinner, and the next day the big star admitted his mistake and ran to Director Wen to apologize. As a result, Director Wen raised his eyes impatiently: "Who asked you to come back? You have been fired."

The big star's mouth opened into an O shape. In great shock, he pointed at Wen Qiu and cursed angrily: "You are so fucking arrogant. Do you think you are great just because you are with President Pei?!"

"Yes, I am amazing." Wen Qiu smiled and retorted, "You just realized it today?"

"you you--"

"What do you mean? Did the hyaluronic acid get injected into your brain?"

The producer stood aside, watching the situation, not daring to say a word. He knew that this big star was a vindictive person, and if this feud got bigger, there would be endless trouble. However, nothing really happened afterwards, and everything was handled perfectly. The producer finally came to a conclusion in his heart - President Pei was indeed very remarkable, and he really doted on Director Wen!
Mr. Pei, who is now very good at doting on his wife, stood outside the nanny car, staring at the unconscious Director Wen, his face changing from gloomy to bright, and he was obviously very angry. The producer lowered his head and secretly observed with his peripheral vision, and saw that Mr. Pei was sulking for a long time, and finally turned into a sigh.

He got in the car, held Wen Qiu and let him sleep on his legs, then carefully covered him with his coat, then looked up and said softly, "You go and do your work first, I'll take care of this."

The producer nodded vigorously and helped them close the door of the nanny car. The entire crew immediately started to fish nervously and lively, and everyone's face was filled with a relaxed and happy smile - the only one who could subdue this evildoer, Mr. Pei, had finally arrived, so when would they do it if not now?

Two hours later, Wen Qiu woke up slowly and felt the pillow under his head was just the right hardness and softness, making it very comfortable to sleep. He reached out and touched it, only to find that it seemed to be someone's thigh...

He raised his head innocently and met the man's cold and condescending eyes. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Go to sleep," Pei Du massaged his scalp with his fingers, "I'll be here to supervise you to get a good eight hours of sleep."

"Ah, that won't work!" Wen Qiu immediately opened his eyes wide, "The next shot can only be taken at sunset. I finally found the perfect atmosphere. Tsk, what time is it now? The light will be wrong after six o'clock..."

Just as he was about to get up, he was immediately pushed down again. Pei Du's hand moved to his throat and asked sinisterly, "Do you want to sleep by yourself, or do you want me to help you sleep?"

Wen Qiu was shocked by the low pressure shrouding him, and whispered: "But I can't sleep because I have something on my mind, and you can't really help me sleep..."

"That's not difficult." Pei Du's fingers slid into his collar and gently drew circles on his collarbone. "Every time we do it, you will sleep well."

"How dare you say that? It's all your fault for not having any self-control..." Wen Qiu said, and suddenly realized that this could indeed achieve Pei Du's goal, and that this guy was really capable of doing anything. He couldn't help but panic, "Hey, this place is so close to the crew, we'll be discovered..."

The nanny car was parked not far from the shooting location, with only a few trees in between to block it.

"Oh, then your reaction must be great." Pei Du was unmoved, and inserted his hand into the gap between his legs. "This bike is quite spacious, why don't you get on and move yourself."

"...I can sleep now, right? I'm going to sleep now." Wen Qiu closed his eyes resignedly and muttered, "Don't mess with me, this scene is really important, save some energy for me...After this scene is finished, I'll play whatever perverted games you want."

"I don't understand why you're working so hard?" Pei Du certainly didn't plan to really do it here. He felt sorry for his lover's haggard appearance, "No one can threaten you now."

"No one forced me," Wen Qiu closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, "but I just want the movie to be released on time."

"..." Pei Du couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands, simply because he was angry at him.

"You will understand," Wen Qiu buried his head in his arms and promised him seriously, "Wait for me a little longer, I will make you understand."

(End of this chapter)