The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

The wedding was held as scheduled in the castle banquet hall on Sunday.

The granite castle is majestic and solemn, and the interior is exquisitely Baroque style. Under the towering dome and crystal chandeliers is a banquet hall that can accommodate thousands of people. Looking out from the huge arched windows, you can see the green fields and rolling mountains.

Antique paintings, treasures and sculptures can be seen everywhere in the banquet hall, which is dotted with a large number of white roses, ribbons, candles and other decorations. Amid the ethereal organ music, everything seems peaceful and solemn.

"I came here once when I was a kid, but I forgot whose wedding I attended." Wen Qiu looked at all this, feeling nostalgic. "At that time, I walked past here, holding the hem of the bride's skirt in my hand, and later she deliberately threw the bouquet to me."

"No wonder you suggested coming here." Pei Du took his hand and stopped in front of a portrait of an ancestor. "If I swear here, I feel like the gods in heaven will be watching me."

They were all wearing white dresses made for the wedding, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The dresses were designed by the same master, but the styles were different. Pei Du's dress was simpler and more elegant, highlighting ALPHA's straight and neat figure; while Wen Qiu's dress was more complicated and gorgeous, with lace and pearls embellished in the details, like an aristocratic youth in an 18th-century oil painting.

As friends and family gradually arrived, the banquet hall gradually became lively. The band began to play, changing to a bright and cheerful tune.

"Honey!" Jiang Mingxin, who was dressed up in all her glory, ran over as soon as she saw Wen Qiu and gave him a big hug. "My baby looks so beautiful today! This dress really suits you, and the little crown is so pretty, it's made entirely of diamonds!"

He chatted excitedly with Wen Qiu for a long time, and then he shook hands with Pei Du, his eyes seemed to say: "Well, you are also a person."

Of course the great painter did not come here for nothing. Two assistants behind him walked in carrying a huge painting covered with a red cloth.

"Oh, so big—" Wen Qiu looked up in amazement.

"A wedding gift for you!" Jiang Mingxin winked at him, "Let's take a look at it when we get back."

Wen Qiu had already lifted a corner of the red cloth, and when he saw the large mass of intense flesh color, he immediately and wisely decided to listen to his advice and go back to take another look.

"You have a share too." Jiang Mingxin took out a piece of simply framed sketch paper from her bag and handed it to Pei Du, "Treat my muse well, darling. Got it?"

"Well, of course." Pei Du took it and looked at it, and the corners of his mouth curled up. This painting was exactly the "Love" that he had lost and found. Congratulations, he finally got the recognition of his friends from his mother's family.

According to local customs, they invited a respected pastor to preside over the wedding, and Leona, an elder from Wen Qiu's side, was the witness. As for the flower girls, Wen Zhiyao and Lan Ze were in charge.

Two children wearing small white suits walked in front with flower baskets. Wen Zhiyao was so excited that he scattered flower petals in handfuls, showering the guests on his side with a shower of petals.

The two grooms followed behind, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, and were greeted by enthusiastic applause and cheers. The pastor gave a brief speech, asking God to witness and bless them, and then asked the grooms to speak.

There was a burst of applause. Before Pei Du could say anything, An Yunqi in the audience started to cheer loudly: "Kiss! I want to see a kiss!"

Pei Xiao's screams were mixed in with this: "Ahhhh, come on, brother!"

Pei Du raised his eyebrows, signaling them to be quiet, and then he started with this sentence: "Of all the assholes in the world, I may be the luckiest one."

His relatives and friends were stunned for a moment, while some people who knew him started laughing.

"Because I have found the best partner in the world," Pei Du's voice was neither hurried nor slow, flowing like the soothing sound of an organ, "He is willing to accept everything about me and tolerate all my immaturity and imperfections."

"We had a bad start, but he remained strong and brave. I once thought that I moved him with my long wait, but now I know that he mended his broken heart and tried hard to love me.

"Because he loves more than I do, and knows more about forgiveness and mercy."

Everyone fell silent and listened to the sincere story. A white dove flew past the stained glass window, flapping its wings and leaving a light shadow in the sky.

"Thank you for choosing me," Pei Du turned and looked at Wen Qiu, his eyes devout, as if a pilgrim was looking at his god, "Thank you for going through all this and still loving me."

"I love you, Qiuqiu. I hope that I can spend the rest of my life with you and turn all the misfortunes into luck."

Wen Qiu's Adam's apple rolled, and something hot was stuck in his throat, like an emotional sob, or like a passionate love.

Before the kissing part of the process, Wen Qiu couldn't help hugging him, standing on tiptoe to kiss the man's lips. At this moment, all words became pale, Pei Du hugged him even tighter and kissed him back deeply.

"Happy wedding!!!" Everyone below was so happy that they made loud noises. Wen Zhiyao held Lan Ze high in his arms, and Lan Ze threw out her full flower basket. The pure white petals fell like rain and landed on the hair of the newlyweds.

The steady pastor coughed twice, trying to make his presence felt. He stood so close that he could hear the sound of the young couple kissing deeply, and his old face blushed. Finally, when they finished kissing breathlessly, the pastor brushed off the petals on his hat and spoke solemnly: "Mr. Wen Qiu, are you willing to marry Mr. Pei Du? Are you willing to love him unconditionally and be loyal to him forever, no matter whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad?"

"I do." Wen Qiu stared at the man's lips eagerly, because he hadn't kissed him enough just now. Pei Du stared at him deeply, with the same crazy desire flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Pei Du, are you willing to..." This time the pastor couldn't finish his words, because the young couple kissed each other unscrupulously again. The band started playing the wedding march in tacit understanding, and the audience was even more crazy with joy. Anyone who had had an affair hugged and kissed each other. Someone could vaguely be heard cursing, "Why are you kissing my wife!"

The most excited person was An Yunqi. He was a little sad, seeing his good brother's life event settled, but he didn't know when he would be able to achieve his goal. He couldn't help but glance at the man next to him. Li Tianchang was clapping enthusiastically, his hands were red, he was really happy for Pei Du and Wen Qiu.

The pastor finished his lines with great effort, and at this time Pei Du finally let go of Wen Qiu, leaned against his forehead and smiled, saying, "I do."

With blessings, they exchanged rings and completed their lifelong vows. Wen Qiu licked his lips with a sense of satisfaction, "Kiss again?"

Pei Du entangled his ten fingers and refused to let go, "Call me first."

"Hmm?" Wen Qiu pretended to be innocent.

Pei Du leaned close to his ear and whispered itchyly across his ear, "Wife..."

“Hahaha…” Wen Qiu dodged with a smile and pecked him on the lips, “I’ll call you again tonight.”

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The wedding ended in the evening, the sun gradually sank into the horizon, and only a few faint glows remained in the dark blue sky. The two did not change out of their dresses, but rode two horses and strolled on the meadow outside the castle.

Leona knew the principle of reciprocity and knew that for this young Chinese tycoon, there was little wealth that could impress him, so she prepared a unique return gift - a grassland.

This grassland is not very big, but the soil is fertile, the grass is abundant, and there is a gurgling stream flowing through, carrying clear water melted from the snow mountains.

This is the land that has been passed down in the family for generations. Now it belongs to Pei Du and Wen Qiu, and will belong to them and their descendants for generations to come.

The black horse that Wen Qiu rode was named Bucephalus. It was the first horse he tamed when he was a child. Of course, at that time Bucephalus was just a lively foal. More than ten years later, it has now grown into a mature horse.

Pei Du rode a handsome white horse beside him. The strange thing was that Wen Qiu had never seen him ride a horse before, but his riding skills were skillful and elegant, and it seemed that there was nothing in the world that he couldn't do.

The familiar fields and the evening breeze with the strong scent of green grass are nostalgic. Wen Qiu looked at the setting sun on the horizon and couldn't help but think of the distant past. He stroked Bucephalus's mane and sighed softly: "This is the horse my grandfather chose for me. It is the best in his stable. Both his parents are purebred champion horses. He was reluctant to give it to others when they asked for it, saying that it was specially reserved for little Amber."

The horse also recognized him, and when it was gently stroked, it raised its head excitedly and snorted.

"I remember when I was little, my grandfather always took me with him and taught me how to ride horses, swim, and play tennis. Among all the grandchildren, I was the one who got almost all the love."

The old gentleman with blond hair and green eyes always looked kind and upright. His green eyes were filled with deep wisdom, and his golden stubble was a bit prickly.

Who could have thought that such a person would cheat on his daughter-in-law and create this unfortunate illegitimate child? I was too young at that time to understand the guilt and pity in my grandfather's eyes, nor the disgust and anger in my grandmother's eyes.

The adults all had their own agenda, but he was only responsible for riding his pony around, enjoying the light, carefree happiness that felt like a cloud.

"Now I know that there is no love without reason in this world," Wen Qiu said sadly, "Happiness in this world is conserved. People get too much too early, so they will continue to lose it; if they lose too much, they will make up for it a little bit..."

"No, it's not like that." Pei Du controlled the reins, and the white horse took two quick steps, running closely parallel to the black horse. "This world has never been conserved."

"Really?" Wen Qiuhun smiled indifferently. You are not the god of destiny, why are you so arrogant?

"Really." Pei Du reached out and tucked his hair, which was messed up by the night wind, behind his ears. "You will never lose anything in the future. You will only gain more and more. This is what I said."

"Hmm..." Wen Qiu looked at him, thinking that there was still a long time to come. Who could say that? But maybe it was because the moon was bright and the sky was quiet, which always reminded people of something related to eternity. He seemed to believe it involuntarily. As long as he said it, it would come true.

"It's already night." Wen Qiu looked up at the sky. The night sky was deep and high, and the evening stars were bright.

He leaned in, his breath so close that Pei Du thought he was going to fulfill the promise made at the wedding that day. But Wen Qiu just kissed him lightly, "Let's go home."

(End of this chapter)