The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Although the conversation was bland, Pei Du was definitely a good date. He would change into a full set of formal clothes to go upstairs for this simple meal, and would considerately pour wine and pass tissues. At least Wen Qiuguang ate a few more bites of food with a better appetite just by looking at his face.

When leaving at night, Pei Du offered to take him home again, but Wen Qiu politely declined again. Cinderella's attic was not a romantic place, and stepping into the muddy alley would only dirty the prince's shoes.

The October night was a bit cold, Pei Du took off his suit jacket and put it on him. The faint pheromone surrounded him again, Wen Qiu was a little dazed, and only realized it when he got into the taxi:

"your clothes……"

"Give it back to me next time you come." Pei Du waved his hand, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Wen Qiu also waved goodbye. On the way, he buried his face in his suit and couldn't help but smell his scent.

Soon, he received a transfer of 6000 yuan and a message: "Look up and look out the window."

Wen Qiu looked out the window and saw a clear night sky. He seemed to know what Pei Du wanted him to see, so he quickly moved to the other side of the car. When he looked up, a golden full moon came into view.

Pei Du's message followed: "On the way back, I suddenly saw the moon. It was very beautiful. I gave it to you."

What a big tone! Is the moon yours? Wen Qiu raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously and replied, "Thank you for the moon and sixpence."

Pei Du's message came quickly: "Well, it will be perfect only if we have both."

As soon as he got home, Wen Qiu ran over to pick up Xiao Zhiliao, then lifted up Pei Du's suit jacket, as proud as a hunter who had returned with a full load: "Clang clang, Xiao Zhiliao, look what I brought back?"

The little cicada opened its big round eyes, waved its little hands in the air, and made a "PAPA" sound with its mouth.

Wen Qiu chuckled and covered him with his suit. ALPHA's suit was very large, so Wen Qiu got into it, hugged Xiao Zhiliao, and played with the soft flesh on his belly.

The lights were blocked and everything in front of my eyes was dark. I could only hear the breathing sounds of two people, one big and one small, as they absorbed ALPHA's pheromones.

I have to say that this scene is a bit perverted. But what does it matter? No one can see it behind closed doors. Wen Qiu inhaled for a while, and his head was filled with waste, and his hand couldn't help but reach down.

While relieving himself, he couldn't help thinking of Alpha's arm muscles under her vest, her slender physique wrapped in a suit, and her disrespectful yet itchy attitude when she pushed him down in the study.

For a long time before, he regarded love and lust as a scourge, and even rarely masturbated. However, since he met Pei Du, he has been aroused more than once. He will not comment on this ALPHA for the time being, but at least she is really easy to get excited about.

After the incident, Wen Qiu lay on the bed contentedly and checked his phone again to confirm the amount of money. With his previous savings and the salary he had just received from the restaurant where he worked, his savings reached an astonishing 10,000 yuan.

The sixpence was in his pocket; could he now dream of the moon?
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Wen Qiu quit his last two tutoring jobs, put his translation work on hold, and began to devote himself fully to writing scripts.

Many inspirations had been lingering in his mind for a long time, but he had no time to write them down. He had gone through eight iterations. Wen Qiu wrote without hesitation, and the things accumulated in his heart poured out like a flood and poured onto the paper.

In just one week, he finished the 4-word first draft, and then spent another week revising it to more than words.

After revising it three times, he was still not satisfied. However, he reached a bottleneck again and didn't know how to improve it. He wanted to show it to people around him for advice, but after thinking about it, the only person he could call a friend was Jiang Mingxin.

So Wen Qiu took a weekend afternoon to bake some cookies and went to find Jiang Mingxin to ask him to help look at the manuscript.

In the studio filled with easels and paints, two people sat on a small folding bed in the corner, eating biscuits and drinking Coke. Jiang Mingxin read the script and ate non-stop at first, but soon forgot to eat the biscuits and grabbed Wen Qiu's arm and shouted, "Damn, I thought I was reading a classic! This creepy feeling of everyone being sick is awesome!"

This is a suspense script, and if it can achieve the effect of scaring the readers, it is already half the battle won.

Wen Qiu was very happy, but he felt that he couldn't trust Jiang Mingxin's words completely - this guy could be so excited to watch a bad movie with a rating of 3 or so, he was the kind of leeks that film and television companies loved to cut. Moreover, he was always blinded by his friends and could brag with his eyes closed.

“Is there anything that could be improved?”

"It's good now, but can the heroine be written in a more positive way? Otherwise, it's creepy..."

"This is the male lead," Wen Qiu rolled up the script and tapped him on the head, "I don't understand it at all."

Jiang Mingxin covered her head and cried, "Oh my, I failed Chinese in high school, so I chose to study art."

Wen Qiu sighed, thinking that Pei Du's taste should be higher, or at least more picky. After finishing writing, the first thing he thought of was to send the electronic draft to Pei Du for review. However, he felt embarrassed before sending it, and finally did not click the send button.

He cut himself open too deeply and smeared a lot of blood on the paper. Jiang Mingxin didn't understand so she felt like she was reading a story, but Pei Du might not have failed to understand.

"But to be honest, your writing is really amazing. Even if I don't understand it, I still think it's super awesome." Jiang Mingxin held the biscuit he bribed her with, his eyes shining sincerely, "Maybe you will become a great screenwriter in the future!"

"Still a long way off." Wen Qiu smiled faintly.

Great screenwriter... I know it is such an unrealistic fantasy, but I can't help but yearn for it - doing a job I like and making money and fame and status, who wouldn't look forward to such a future?

Jiang Mingxin stared at his face with a faint smile on it, and the artistic bacteria in his body became active. He got up and went to find his easel, "No, I must draw a picture for you as a souvenir, it might be very valuable! Do you have time this afternoon?"

"Well, you draw it."

Following Jiang Mingxin's instructions, Wen Qiu changed his posture, a smile froze on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes gazed gently ahead.

In fact, he had admired Jiang Mingxin's masterpieces. This future great painter probably belonged to the abstract school. Wen Qiu only hoped that by then his facial features would be in the right places.

"Turn your head a little more. Good. This angle is very beautiful..." Jiang Mingxin quickly drew the pattern on the drawing paper, and said jokingly while drawing, "If you become rich in the future, please support me. I only eat a little rice. It's easy to feed me..."

"Okay," Wen Qiu was in the mood to respond to the joke for the first time, "I'll buy you a big villa and support you when the time comes."

"It's agreed!" Jiang Mingxin said immediately, "Gou Fugui——"

"Woof woof woof." After Wen Qiu finished barking, he started laughing.

Jiang Mingxin poked his head out from behind the drawing board and looked at him curiously: "Has anything good happened to you recently? I feel that you have become much more cheerful. It was so difficult to make an appointment with you before, but now you will come to me on your own initiative." And he would even smile at me on his own initiative.

Cheerful? Wen Qiu touched the corner of his mouth and realized that he had not felt relaxed and happy for a long time. He had to admit, "Well, I met a very good person recently."

Money is indeed the key to unlock all the locks in his life, freeing him from the suffocating bondage. In the final analysis, all this is thanks to that ALPHA. In the past two weeks, he met Pei Du twice, still accompanying him to write papers and eat, and his savings doubled to 20,000 yuan. This small amount of savings gave him great confidence. He finally dared to go to the store with Jiang Mingxin to eat and drink, dared to lie in bed doing nothing for the whole weekend, dared to buy good insurance for Xiao Zhiliao, and took him to the photo studio to take beautiful photos.

It was like a dream full of joy, a huge bubble of happiness blown by Pei Du. Wen Qiu knew it was illusory and impermanent, but he hoped it would last as long as possible.

Jiang Mingxin looked at him with shining eyes and felt that his smile at that moment was peaceful and beautiful, difficult to describe with a brush. After erasing it several times, she could only sketch out a hint of happiness.

Seeing that his pen was moving slower and slower, Wen Qiu couldn't help but move his stiff neck, "Is it finished? Let me see..."

"No, no, no, it's not finished yet!" Jiang Mingxin waved her hands repeatedly, looking a little evasive, "I'll show it to you when I'm done."

"Did you draw me as an ugly monster?"

"Bullshit, the goddess of beauty has come." Jiang Mingxin raised both eyebrows, "It just needs some... touch-ups."

"Okay, I'll go back first, you can take your time painting..." Wen Qiu packed up his things and pretended to leave, but he secretly turned around halfway, walked behind Jiang Mingxin calmly, bent down, and said, "Let me see, great painter?"

"Ahhhhh!" Jiang Mingxin threw herself forward but was still unable to cover it up, allowing Wen Qiu to see the whole picture of the painting - to be honest, not only was it not abstract, but the brushstrokes were very vivid, outlining his charm with just a few strokes. The face was the most delicate and moving part.

The only problem is that he is not wearing any clothes in the painting. I have to say he is a genius, as he captured the outline of his body very accurately.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!" Jiang Mingxin clasped her hands together and muttered an apology, "I just think you look better without clothes...ah, you look better with or without clothes!"

Wen Qiu was not angry at all. He stroked his chin and said, "It's a good painting."

"Is that right?" Jiang Mingxin's tail immediately rose again, and he took some green paint and dotted it on his eyeballs. That little bit of green vividly awakened the character's charm, and the happy smile seemed to be shining.

It turned out that when he thought of Pei Du just now, he showed such an expression. Wen Qiu felt strange, it turned out that he would also smile like this, like a carefree child.

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This weekend, Wen Qiu got a ticket to the film festival he had always dreamed of. Just as he was about to go watch it, Pei Du suddenly sent a message: "Come over in the afternoon."

Wen Qiu sat up from the bed. He didn't know when, but his mentality had also changed subtly. He looked forward to meeting Pei Du every time even more than he looked forward to making money.

However, he had been looking forward to this movie for a long time, and the tickets were very expensive. If he missed this opportunity, he might never have the chance to see it on the big screen in his life.

He scratched his messy hair and typed on the pillow: "I'm sorry, I bought the tickets for the film festival this afternoon and can't spare the time. Can I come to see you in the evening? I'll bake some cookies and bring them to you [Puppy eating cookies.gif]"

"Which one?"

Wen Qiu sent the match schedule, and Pei Du's message came quickly: "It looks interesting, I'll go with you."

Hey, big brother, this is not a cinema you can book out whenever you want. The tickets are sold out in an instant.

"No need, this is an old black and white movie, you might find it a bit boring..."

"It doesn't matter. Being with you is meaningful."

Why are you talking so corny? Wen Qiu rolled over on the bed, raised his phone to his head, and typed: "Okay, I'll wait for you [little rabbit spinning.gif]"

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and Pei Du called. Wen Qiu was so flustered that the phone fell and hit his face. He screamed in pain and rubbed his nose while answering the phone.

"Hey?"

"Just got up? Your voice sounds a little hoarse."

"Well, I stayed up late last night revising the manuscript...what's up?"

"I took the initiative to accompany you today," Pei Du's voice was a little smiling, coaxing his ears, "Do you want to give me a little reward?"

"What reward do you want?"

"Didn't I give you a new set of clothes that day? Wear them for me to see."

This was a gift from Pei Du the last time they met. It was said that he saw it by chance while shopping and thought it suited him so he bought it. He had to accept it because the store did not accept returns.

Wen Qiu accepted it reluctantly, and then went back to check the prices of each piece. He found that the clothes that the young master bought were ridiculously expensive, and he was simply counting the cost with his eyes closed. He found the clothes on the top shelf of the closet and didn't plan to wear them out.

But now that Pei Du had said so, Wen Qiu couldn't refuse and agreed without hesitation. Pei Du's voice was very happy: "Okay, then we'll meet at the cinema at two o'clock."

Wen Qiu hung up the phone and turned around to see the plain clothes hanging on the back of the chair. Although they were a little pale from washing, they were clean and tidy, and the whole person looked refreshed. As an ordinary college student, this set of clothes is enough; however, if he walked next to Master Pei, the cheap feeling would be revealed immediately.

Come to think of it, this was indeed the first time that the two of them had a date outside. Wen Qiu hoped that when she walked beside him, at least the style would be harmonious and unified, and not like a young master and his little follower.

I took the clothes out of the closet and found that it was a T-shirt with a short windbreaker jacket, black jeans and Martin boots with heels, and even the socks were neatly matched.

Wen Qiu had never tried such trendy outfits before, but after putting them on, he had to admit that Pei Du had excellent taste, and the sizes he chose all perfectly flattered his figure.

He looked at himself in the mirror. In fact, he always knew that he was good-looking. However, it had been a long time since he had been wrapped in such bright and beautiful clothes. He felt that he was very conspicuous.

He recalled many years ago, when his parents had not yet divorced, his mother would spend a long time dressing him up every time they went out. Whether among friends or strangers, he was the absolute focus.

He used to be used to and enjoyed that kind of life.

Later, he lived with his stepfather, was trapped in the Yilong Society, and finally fell into the position of helping people have children. Gradually, he became cautious and afraid of crowds.

Now that I have received just a little bit of sunshine and rain, the withered self buried deep in my heart is itching to revive and sprout again.

Wen Qiu stroked his long hair thoughtfully, thinking that since they were going to meet, he should not show his shyness. Pei Du offered him such a high price, so he should at least make it worthwhile.

(End of this chapter)