The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu went to a slightly more expensive barber shop and asked the hairdresser to trim his hair and give it a fresh hairstyle. His ear holes had closed up after not wearing earrings for a long time, so he went to the shop to have his ear holes pierced again and then wore two stylized silver earrings.

Finally, he adjusted his posture in front of the full-length mirror. When he usually wore a mask and a hat, he always tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, fearing that he would attract other people's attention. But now it was impossible not to be noticed. He straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and naturally welcomed all kinds of amazing looks from the people around him.

They met in the lobby of the cinema. Wen Qiu dared to say that from the first moment they met, Pei Du's eyes had never left her.

Pei Du was never reluctant to express his love, and naturally took his arm, "Our Xiao Wen is particularly handsome today."

In addition to simply appreciating her beauty, Pei Du also had a deeper satisfaction: the clothes on Wen Qiu were carefully selected by him one by one, and the material he had touched was now perfectly wrapped around Omega. When he was selecting them, he had imagined how they would look like, and Wen Qiu looked even better than he had imagined after putting them on - his beauty always exceeded his expectations and always brought surprises.

"You too." Wen Qiu smiled slightly, thinking that when it comes to dressing up flashy, Pei Du is definitely not inferior to himself. Even the small accessories on his body are so exquisite that he can be on the cover of a fashion magazine at any time.

Pei Du was attracted by his smile, and he wanted to hold him down in public and kiss his upturned mouth and bright eyes. Pei Du thought about it, but he was very gentlemanly on the surface: "I'm going to buy milk tea, what do you want to drink?"

"No need, I'll treat you. I've also ordered dinner." Wen Qiu winked at him, "You don't have to do anything, just enjoy it - after all, this is a reward."

Pei Du gladly accepted his proposal. When Wen Qiu came back with milk tea, he found that one cup was osmanthus oolong and the other was grape milk. Wen Qiu said seriously, "It's a pity that we don't have the kind you want. We can only make a random combination. I don't know if it suits your taste. Choose one."

Pei Du laughed non-stop, took the cup casually, and without drinking it, he put his arm around Wen Qiu's shoulders and rubbed against his shoulders like a big cat: "Thank you, it's just what I like."

Wen Qiu's whole body tensed up the moment he approached her, but quickly relaxed again.

People were coming and going in the cinema hall, and almost everyone who passed by would be attracted by their gaze, probably thinking that they were a close couple. Wen Qiu could hear those suppressed screams, probably saying what a handsome A, what a beautiful O, what a perfect match, what a delicious dog food, I want to eat it, I want to eat it.

His mood became very good. Walking with Pei Du was indeed a very vain thing.

When the movie started, Wen Qiu realized that Pei Du had somehow managed to buy the seat next to him. It was a 90-minute old black-and-white movie, and he was worried that Pei Du would be bored. However, after peeking at it a few times, he found that the man next to him was watching very seriously.

Wen Qiu was relieved and immersed himself in the movie. He soon forgot who was sitting next to him and didn't even have time to drink a sip of milk tea.

Wen Qiu was still immersed in the movie until he walked out of the cinema. "The ending scene was so great. Death led people to 'dance solemnly to that dark kingdom'. All wars, plagues, religions, and love became nothingness in the face of eternal death..."

As he was talking, he suddenly fell silent, realizing that he shouldn't be so excited that he lost his mind and talked too much about topics that the other party was not interested in.

Pei Du walked beside him, and just like every time before, he naturally took up his topic: "I think the director gave an answer to the fight against nothingness in the film. Do you remember that scene? The wandering people gathered together to talk about their feelings. That evening when they shared wild strawberries and milk with each other will be remembered forever, 'just like carefully holding a bowl of milk'."

Wen Qiu looked up in surprise. He didn't expect that he not only watched such a boring and difficult movie, but also remembered all the lines.

"Do you also like this type of movie?" Wen Qiu looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"No, this is the first time I've seen this type of movie, but it's very interesting." Pei Du said, "To be honest, in the past when I watched a movie, I would only think about its commercial value, and rarely would I feel the connotation so carefully. Today is indeed a very unique experience."

“……” Wen Qiu looked at him for a long time without saying anything, then said something in a low voice.

Pei Du didn't hear clearly for a moment, "What?"

Wen Qiu had already lowered his head by this time and quickly repeated the sentence.

This time Pei Du caught the little fish that slipped past his tongue, and Wen Qiu said, "Can you help me look at the script?"

Pei Du was so cute that he couldn't help but smile and said, "I saw you holding that bag for a long time, and you finally showed it to me?"

At Wen Qiu's insistence, he still treated them all, and the two of them found a quiet cafe and sat down.

Wen Qiu took out the script from his bag and handed it to him. Pei Du began to read it carefully and even borrowed Wen Qiu's pen to write and draw and take notes.

Wen Qiu once again discovered one of his strengths, which was that he was extremely focused in everything he did. In about twenty minutes, he had read the entire script.

The script is called "Where the Roses Are Buried", which tells the story of a boy who was molested as a child and grows up and seeks revenge. He disguises himself as a woman and marries into a wealthy family, kills the old man who raped him, and then becomes more and more crazy, stabbing his beloved husband to death, and finally kills his own child with his own hands and buries him in the rose bushes.

The story begins with a case of infanticide, and then begins a flashback from the perspective of the dead baby, gradually revealing the desperate and cruel life of his "mother".

When Pei Du closed the last page thoughtfully, Wen Qiu asked nervously, "How is it?"

"Hmm..." Pei Du looked at the script, then raised his head and looked at him, "To be honest, this is totally beyond my expectations..."

What does unexpected mean? Excellent or a failure? Wen Qiu was so anxious that he wanted to take the words out of his throat. However, the next moment, he felt ALPHA's big hand rub his hair twice. Pei Du smiled with admiration: "It is a genius work that is completely beyond my imagination." Are you kidding me? Wen Qiu narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"First of all, the suspense at the beginning is very well set up, and the choice of the narrator is also very interesting, showing the purest cruelty from a child's perspective." Pei Du tapped his notes with his fingers, "Next, the grievances and hatreds of the wealthy family are written very realistically, and I can feel that the writer has accumulated a lot of material. The performance of each character after the second murder is what I think is the most exciting part..."

As Pei Du praised him one by one with good reasons, Wen Qiu felt his face getting hot and his head gradually overheated, and he kept spewing out popcorn. He felt embarrassed, but at the same time he hoped that he would praise him more.

Pei Du listed twelve advantages and concluded: "In summary, I think this is a very good script with high attainments in both commercial and artistic aspects. If I were a judge of the competition, I would award it the first prize without hesitation; if I were an investor, I would give it to a great director I trust..."

"Alright, alright, you're getting more and more exaggerated!" Wen Qiu waved his hands, as if to dispel the pink bubbles in front of him, "How can it be so good? I have a lot of problems with it myself!"

If he had known that showing his work to others in person was such an embarrassing thing, he would have hidden at home and sent an electronic version to Pei Du!
"Well, as for areas that can be improved, I do have some ideas. You can listen to them." Pei Du tapped the paper with the tip of his pen. "For example, the explanations of the places I underlined are not very clear, and they are too obscure for the script. Secondly, there are inconsistencies in the image of the grandfather, and I marked them with triangles..."

Just like when he was praising, Pei Du also proposed more than a dozen revision suggestions. Wen Qiu felt a little embarrassed and a little relieved - fortunately, Pei Du had seen it. As expected, the person in charge was confused. Many of the problems raised by Pei Du were obvious, but he himself did not notice them at all.

His heart, which had flown to the clouds, gradually swayed down and landed in a suitable position. He realized that this was a script with obvious advantages but also significant problems, and he had a general idea of ​​how to modify it.

They sat very close, shoulders touching. Wen Qiu was a little dazed for a moment, and couldn't help but secretly turn his head to look at Pei Du, and saw the faint shadow cast on his face by his drooping eyelashes.

He thought: It's just a playmate to kill time, why are you taking it so seriously?

When others treat him with sincerity, he can't help but respond with the same enthusiasm.

Pei Du raised his eyes at this time and caught his gaze: "Am I very picky?"

"It's better to say that he has a keen eye, and what he says makes a lot of sense," Wen Qiu lowered his head and played with his fingers, "There are many flaws that I didn't notice myself."

"Because I like this script so much," Pei Du pulled his fingers over and played with them in his palm, "so I can't help but hope it's better."

"I will revise it according to your suggestions." The places touched by the man were strangely itchy, and Wen Qiuqing couldn't help curling her fingers. "If I win the prize, I will treat you to a big meal."

"Haha," Pei Du laughed, a kind of ruffian laugh, rubbing his thumb against his palm, "It would be better if you treat me to something else."

For the first time, Wen Qiu did not overreact to his teasing. Instead, he felt the itch creeping from his palm to his heart. He slowly clenched Alpha's fingers, not letting him move or leave, then smiled faintly and said nothing.

Pei Du's eyes darkened. Wen Qiu was indeed very aware of her own beauty, and she also knew how to arouse people's hearts in the most subtle way.

"You said before that the hero was well-shaped. Actually, he has a real prototype." Wen Qiu loosened his fingers at this time and took a sip of coffee as if nothing had happened. "I have been observing him since he was a child, so many details can be traced."

"Oh?" Pei Du didn't expect him to talk about this.

In addition to being a victim and a murderer, the hero of the story is also a veritable sexual pervert. Maybe it was for revenge at first, but he did get used to presenting himself as a woman later. He grew long hair, learned to fake his voice, had breast augmentation surgery, and even cut off his penis in the later part of the story.

"It's my mother - because I always consider myself a woman, I always call him mother." Wen Qiu clenched his fists nervously. After leaving his stepfather's house, he never saw his mother again, and never talked about his family affairs with anyone. But Pei Du seemed to understand everything and tolerate everything, which made him want to dissect himself and show him the desolation.

"My mother was born in poverty, but unfortunately she was very beautiful. Everyone bullied her, and she hated everyone. In order to survive, she had to climb up and married a man who didn't love her at all. But unlike in the story, he was too cowardly to resist, and the only person he could control was me..."

Mentioning these things after so many years, Wen Qiu easily fell into a self-harming mood. He talked a lot and inadvertently met Pei Du's eyes. He was suddenly stunned - at that moment he seemed to see a hint of boredom in Pei Du's eyes.

He was not sure if he had seen it wrong, because Pei Du's eyes were not as changeable as his expression, but always a calm and deep darkness.

At this time, Pei Du smiled slightly, picked up a strawberry and put it in his mouth. Wen Qiu bit it subconsciously, and the sour and sweet taste of the strawberry and the rich aroma of the cream spread on the tip of his tongue. Pei Du's finger pushed in, and he had to eat the whole strawberry, and many words were stuck in his throat.

"If the memories make you feel painful, just forget them." Pei Du said with a smile, "I hope that when we are together, there will only be happy things and only happy memories. In this way, when you think of me, you will always smile, just like when I think of you."

Wen Qiu felt a little embarrassed by what he said. Indeed, it was a good date, but he made the atmosphere so bleak. Pei Du spent money to buy his time, not to be his emotional trash can.

"Well, you're right. I should think more about happy things. It's getting late, let's go have dinner." Wen Qiu stuffed the scripts scattered on the table into his bag. Thinking of the carefully planned dinner later, his heart warmed up again.

"Where are we going?" Pei Du looked very expectant. "This is the first meal you've treated me to. I should have dressed more formally."

"That's good," Wen Qiu smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

(End of this chapter)