The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

"Hey, slow down, slow down! Let me do it!" Downstairs of the residential building, a master in a short-sleeved shirt shouted from afar, and then saw the OMEGA carrying the huge box, walking down the stairs steadily and putting it on the van of the moving company.

"Wow," the master couldn't help but weigh the box and found it was really heavy. He couldn't help but look at this OMEGA with new eyes, "It looks so thin, but it's really strong."

Wen Qiu wiped the sweat off his face and smiled at him, "We are almost done moving. There is only one cabinet left. Please help me move it down."

"No problem." The master smiled brightly. He liked this kind of customer. They were not as delicate as other OMEGA customers and were efficient in their work.

After working together to move the cabinet, Wen Qiu finally ran up and picked up Xiao Zhi. He took one last look at the cramped and dimly lit room and returned the key to the landlord.

The week after breaking up with Pei Du, he decided to move out. One reason was that whenever he walked into the house or passed by the trash can, unbearable memories would come flooding back to him. Another reason was Aunt Wu. Although she was kindhearted, she was also a big mouth. It wouldn't be long before gossip about him and Alpha hanging out all night would spread everywhere, and who knows what kind of gossip those old men and women would have about him behind his back.

Moreover, the little cicada has learned to crawl, and a bed can no longer hold him. The old house is full of extension boards, various pipes and wires are exposed, which is really unsafe for children. Now he has some savings and is thinking about moving to a better place.

Before leaving, he visited Aunt Wu's family with gifts, thanked her for taking care of the child, and transferred 10,000 yuan to her as the underpaid care fee. Although Aunt Wu declined several times, she finally accepted it with a smile on her face.

When facing her again, Wen Qiu's heart became calm, and he no longer had the feeling of indebtedness. He thought that money was really a good thing. Those who had no money would bow their heads, and those who had money would stand up straight. No wonder Pei Du could always do anything to him so confidently before, probably because of the confidence of a consumer.

He had about 10 yuan in savings, which has now become 9 yuan, which is better than when he was penniless, but not much better. Wen Qiu moved to a place near the last subway station, where there are beautiful scenery and relatively cheap houses. The new house he rented has two bedrooms and a living room, and is less than 10 years old. It has large windows and is very bright, and the rent is not much higher than the original one.

Every time you leave a place, it is like saying goodbye to the past, discarding those useless things, keeping only the things necessary for survival, and setting off again with light equipment.

After moving in a weekend, Wen Qiu visited several housekeeping centers to find a suitable nanny. He thought that since he only needed a few hours a day, the price would be cheap, but he didn't expect that the nanny who was paid by the hour would be more expensive, with the lowest price being 45 an hour.

This means at least 4000 yuan a month, and until Xiao Zhiliao can be sent to a nursery in September next year, the cost of hiring a nanny alone will be as high as 9 yuan, which is really beyond his ability to bear. Even if he continues to work part-time to earn money every month, what he can earn can only barely pay for the nanny.

But after all the things he had experienced before, Wen Qiu would never consider fostering his child to a neighbor's house again. He sat in the lobby of a housekeeping company, counting on his fingers, and frowned deeply.

It is said that it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After getting used to the ease of transferring money from Peidu Card, he could not help but sigh in his heart when he returned to the busy working life in the past. This was the last housekeeping company he could find. If he still couldn't find a nanny with the right price, he could only think of other ways.

Soon he followed the manager into the office and looked at all the nannies in their company. The price was not much different from before. Wen Qiu pursed his lips and said, "Is it really not cheaper? No need to cook or clean, just look after the children."

The manager on the other side looked up and glanced at him, "So what's your target price?"

"…About two thousand."

"Ha." She chuckled. "To be honest with you, these days, you can't even hire a cleaning lady for 2,000 yuan!"

"The cleaning lady who just came here also earns 2,500 yuan, including food and accommodation." The colleague next to him echoed.

"Yes, and your home is so far away, if the price is too low, the travel expenses will not be worth it."

How could Wen Qiu not know all this? He stood up and walked out: "Excuse me."

When I left the office, I could still hear people talking behind me: "She looks well-dressed, but she's so stingy..."

"Hehe, what do you know? This young and beautiful Xiao O, who is wearing designer clothes, must have been a mistress and was abandoned after giving birth to a child. Otherwise, why would anyone hire a nanny?"

Wen Qiu gathered his clothes. This coat was naturally given to him by Pei Du. This was his first winter in Jianghe City, and he had not yet had time to buy winter clothes. This was the only thing he had that could keep him out of the cold. And this expensive coat was already out of place on him.

He walked out with a lot on his mind, and when he went out, he saw the staff introduction boards hanging on the wall of the hall, from the gold medal nanny with a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, to the cleaning lady... Suddenly, Wen Qiu's eyes froze, and he stared at the last introduction board in a daze for a long time.

He immediately turned around and walked back to the office, and asked anxiously, "Excuse me, where is the cleaning lady named Zhao Xiaoqin?"

Everyone in the office looked up in confusion, and Wen Qiu heard someone behind him ask, "What do you want from me?"

The familiar voice made people's heart tremble. Wen Qiu closed the office door and turned around to see a short and fat cleaning lady holding a broom and dustpan in her hands. Her face was much more vicissitudes than she remembered. Although she was a little fatter, she didn't look healthy.

Wen Qiu's lips trembled: "Aunt Zhao..."

The short and fat woman was also startled. She looked him up and down, and her expression turned into surprise: "Young Master? Is he really our young master?"

"Yes, it's me. How could you..."

"How many years has it been? Almost 10 years!" Zhao Ma quickly threw away the broom and walked forward. She wanted to touch him with her short and thick fingers, but was embarrassed to dirty his clothes, so she just gestured in the air twice, "Our Qiuqiu has grown so big!"

"Yes, it's been almost 10 years..." Wen Qiu felt a little sad when he heard her Mandarin with a Yanshi accent, "Why did you come to Jianghe City?"

Zhao's mother's name is Zhao Xiaoqin. She has been a nanny in his family since he was born and has watched him grow up. Later, his family went bankrupt and Zhao's mother was laid off. They never met again. I didn't expect that after so many years, we would meet in a strange city. The encounters in life are really like the gathering and separation of duckweed, which is unpredictable.

When this was mentioned, Zhao's mother got angry and complained to him: It turned out that she had a useless son who had no ability but great ambition. He took away all her savings two years ago, saying that he wanted to start a business, but in the end, he did not start anything. Zhao's mother's husband died early, and she relied on this little money to support her old age. She kept urging her son to pay back the money. At first, her son sent her three or five hundred yuan in money, but later he simply lost contact. She had no choice but to chase him to Jianghe City to look for him, but she couldn't find him for a while, so she found a cleaning job first.

Wen Qiu's heart couldn't help but move: "How much did they charge you?"

"Two thousand five hundred, food and lodging included... Actually, I wanted to apply for a nanny job because I have a lot of experience, but they looked down on me because I'm from another place and old, so they asked me to sweep the floor..." Aunt Zhao said naggingly, "I thought I would work until the New Year, and if I can't find that beast, I'll go home and starve to death!"

"Aunt Zhao, do you want to come to my place?" Wen Qiu asked eagerly, "Two thousand yuan a month, you can live with me for food and lodging, and I can help you find a son."

"What do you want to find a nanny for? You should still be studying at your age, right?" Zhao Ma asked repeatedly, "Oh, by the way, I didn't have time to ask you, how have you been these years? I heard that your wife remarried and went to the Xie family. Are the Xie family treating you well?"

"That's a long story..." Wen Qiu smiled, "The salary may be a bit low, are you willing to come?"

"Yes, of course!" Aunt Zhao was so excited that her face was flushed. "I am so lucky to be able to take care of our young master. I was thinking about it when I went to the temple to pray last time. The monk said that I was going to meet a noble person!"

She signed a temporary job, and the formalities were easy to handle. She quit her job quickly, packed her small luggage, and got on a taxi with Wen Qiu. When they arrived, Wen Qiu invited her to dinner at a small restaurant downstairs. The two had endless things to talk about, and they talked about their lives over the years.

Wen Qiu carefully hid all the bad parts and only picked out the good ones to talk about. However, he still inevitably mentioned the current situation, and Zhao Ma's eyes turned red and she sighed, "Oh, it's really not easy for you these years. The master and the mistress are really, just ignore it... I especially remember that when you were a child, you fell down and had to be held in your arms for a long time to comfort you. How could you endure such hardship?"

The image of herself in Zhao Ma's mind was still in the past, when she was a young master raised in luxury, a spoiled child who burst into tears when she fell. Wen Qiu drank beer and thought of his childhood, and the corners of his mouth curled up. At that time, he thought it was natural to be cherished, but now he knows that everything has a price, especially "love" is the most clearly priced luxury.

After the meal, he took Zhao Ma to a nearby daycare center and picked up Xiao Zhiliao.

Mother Zhao was completely frightened, "This child? Who is this child?!"

Look at that pair of big round green eyes, and that little face that is so tender that you can pinch water out of it, isn’t that the newborn Wen Qiu!

"It's my child. His full name is Wen Zhiyao, and his nickname is Xiao Zhiliao." Wen Qiu held Xiao Zhiliao in front of her. Xiao Zhiliao poked his head out to sniff her scent like a puppy. "Hug?"

Mother Zhao held the baby in his arms like a treasure. Perhaps it was because his posture was too professional, or perhaps it was because the little Zhiliao inherited his temperament, but he, who was always afraid of strangers, did not cry or make a fuss, but instead yawned a little.

Mother Zhao's heart softened, and she didn't know how to love him: "Who is the child's father? Which boss is so lucky to marry our young master? He got married and had a child, but he didn't even tell me... Oh, look at this child, he looks like his mother in every way, except his hair like his father..."

Little Zhiliao has smooth black hair, which he obviously inherited from his father.

"I'm not married," Wen Qiu said. "I decided to have the child, and I raised him by myself. He has no father."

Mother Zhao was stunned, and looking at his expression, she knew that many things must have happened behind the scenes, but Wen Qiu was still unwilling to talk about it. She looked rough on the outside, but in fact she was very considerate, so she stopped asking immediately and started praising the child for being cute and beautiful.

Wen Qiu brought her back home, and the room that was originally planned to be used as a study was left for Zhao Ma as a bedroom.

They were both tired that day and went to bed early. The next day, Wen Qiu got up at 6:30. He had to take an hour's bus to attend the 8:00 morning class. When he walked into the kitchen, he found that Zhao Ma was already busy. There was a pot of fragrant vegetable and meat porridge, and taro, purple sweet potato and corn were steamed in the steamer, all of which were his favorite foods when he was a child.

"Young Master, you got up so early? There are so many bottles and jars here, many of which are in foreign languages, which I can't understand. Fortunately, I know sugar and salt." Aunt Zhao wiped her hands on her apron and said with a smile, "I haven't cooked for you in many years. Do you like it?"

Wen Qiu leaned against the door frame and said with a smile: "Don't call me young master. How can a young master's kitchen be drafty?"

"Okay, I'll call you by your nickname from now on?" Aunt Zhao also smiled. She served the porridge to the table, "Qiuqiu, come and eat."

She had worked in a wealthy family for many years, and the rules were engraved in her mind. The food was placed in front of the main seat. Wen Qiu sat down, and she just stood aside waiting.

"Let's eat together, Aunt Zhao." Wen Qiu went to hold her hand. "You are so busy, but you only get such a low salary. I feel bad..."

Mother Zhao did not refuse and sat down. She suddenly turned his hand over and stroked the calluses on his hand. She endured and said nothing, but her expression was distressed.

Wen Qiu thought of the touch of her hand: rough and thick like old tree bark, and he didn't know how much suffering it took to grind out a piece of flesh armor. Compared with her, what was the little suffering he had endured? Why did he show such a reluctant expression?
He wanted to drink porridge, but Aunt Zhao stopped him: "Eat it later, it's hot! Try this steamed dumpling first. It's bought from the store downstairs and everyone says it's delicious." As she said that, she picked up a fried dumpling and put it in his bowl.

Wen Qiu lowered his head and took a bite of the fried dumpling. The hot steam filled his vision: "I'm not a child anymore..."

Seeing his cheeks bulging with food, Zhao Ma felt indescribably relieved. She remembered the last time she saw him eight years ago. This loyal child ran over and hugged her waist, saying with tears in his eyes: "Zhao Ma, I don't want you to leave... You must always remember me..."

Now he has grown up, matured, and become a father, but somehow in her heart, her young master is always a child who has not grown up. She secretly made up her mind to go to the temple to burn incense this year and pray for the young master, praying that the wind and snow in this world will never fall on him, praying that he can receive all the kindness and good treatment, and live a long and healthy life.

(End of this chapter)