The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball
Chapter 51 Sympathies
Wen Qiu felt that he hadn't finished yet, but he didn't see Pei Du move, so he perked up and asked, "Are you not going to do it anymore?"
"No more," Pei Du stood up and took a few tissues to dry his hands. "It's pointless if you resist so much."
Wen Qiu's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously put his aching legs together and sat in the mess. If he wasn't doing that kind of thing, he would be a little confused by being naked like this. He opened his mouth, but still said nothing.
"What do you want to say?" Pei Du caught his barely audible sigh and looked at him inquiringly.
"...Do I look ridiculous to you?" Wen Qiu turned his head and looked out the window. "Without your gift, I can't do anything well. I clearly said I want to thank you, but I'm reluctant to do so."
"Are you asking me what I think? I think you just need to change this place," Pei Du pointed to his head, "Things that you can't let go of will only cause you endless pain."
Wen Qiu looked at him blankly, and saw Pei Du tidying up his clothes and regaining his neat appearance, as if he had never indulged in depravity. He picked up the blanket on the sofa, wrapped it around himself, and then opened the window. The cold wind blew in, blowing away the charming air in the room.
Pei Du leaned against the window, the wind ruffling his hair. "I said before that I would give you a position as an intern assistant, and this sentence still stands. If you are willing, you can sign the contract now."
Wen Qiu wrapped himself in a blanket to keep out the cold and said sullenly, "I don't want it."
Pei Du showed an expression that said "I knew it".
He did everything a lover should do, but he still wanted to maintain his dignity. He didn't fight for what he should fight for, and he didn't give up what he should give up. He deserved to suffer.
There was a shower room in the lounge connected to the office. Wen Qiu washed himself and changed into his own clothes that were not soiled. Pei Du asked him to stay for a while and send him home after get off work, but he refused.
Wen Qiu hurriedly left the company, then found the nearest pharmacy, bought emergency contraceptive pills, and swallowed them directly. Of course, he was willing to believe Pei Du's words. He didn't want to get pregnant. Maybe he had been taking medicine for a long time, or maybe there was some other black technology. However, this did not prevent him from feeling uneasy - after all, if something went wrong, he would be the only one to bear the cost.
The chilly wind blew into his clothes from all directions, making his whole body cold. His back was still sore. Wen Qiu limped towards the bus stop when he suddenly heard a horn honk on the road.
He turned around and saw that it was Pei Du's car - President Pei was President Pei, he skipped work so casually.
Pei Du lowered the car window and frowned when he saw him shivering and his cheeks reddened by the wind. "I knew I couldn't let you go alone. Get in the car."
Wen Qiu got into the car obediently. It was good to have someone to send him off, and it was warm inside the car. A corner of the contraceptive pill box in his pocket was exposed. Pei Du saw it and didn't comment. He just reached out and rubbed his head, as if to say he was a fool.
/
After returning home that day, Wen Qiu began to organize his portfolio. He compiled all the short stories, scripts, literary reviews, and his resume that he had practiced before into a document, and sent it to the email address of Jin Ling Studio.
He did not find any information about open recruitment of interns on the Internet, but he still wanted to give it a try, hoping to learn from his predecessors.
In fact, this was also the reason why he rejected Pei Du. After visiting Fenghua Entertainment and meeting Jin Ling, he realized that a small studio might be more suitable for him than a large company with many departments.
After sending this email, it sank like a stone into a quagmire, without any response. Wen Qiu waited anxiously for a week, and couldn't help glancing at his phone while eating and sleeping. Pei Du could probably guess what he was worried about, but he didn't say it, waiting for him to come to him for help.
In the second week, Wen Qiu became even more anxious. He passed by the Academy of Fine Arts that day and decided to ask Jiang Mingxin for advice. The Academy of Fine Arts was deserted on Sunday afternoon, and there were not many students. But Wen Qiu knew that he was busy with the exhibition recently and stayed in the studio from morning to night. He probably didn't eat well. He packed a hand-pulled pancake from the school cafeteria and prepared to bring it to him for lunch.
When he walked outside the small studio, Wen Qiu suddenly heard some strange noises inside, but he didn't take it too seriously and just pushed open the door as usual.
A strong pheromone hit him in the face, and Wen Qiu subconsciously covered his nose, and then he saw a mountain of flesh rising on the small folding bed in the studio. Jiang Mingxin was pressed under the mountain of flesh, and half of his face was facing him with an extremely horrified expression.
The meat mountain also realized something was wrong, and turned around fiercely, revealing a fat, sweaty face, "Who is it?!"
Wen Qiu knew him and knew that he was a leader in the Academy of Fine Arts. Jiang Mingxin often complained about him in private and called him a fat pig behind his back - so Wen Qiu could never have imagined that he would run into two people doing such a thing in a public studio!
As soon as the word "□□" popped into his mind, Jiang Mingxin pushed his leader's shoulder and said, "Go quickly."
The leader still didn't understand the situation, so he barely pulled up his clothes to cover his lower body and shouted at Wen Qiu, "Hurry up and leave!"
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Jiang Mingxin pushed his fat body up with force, "I'll take care of things here, you go first."
The leader pulled his pants up with both hands, while Jiang Mingxin helped to put the clothes over his head, finally wrapping up all the flesh. The leader glared at Wen Qiu and wanted to say something, but Jiang Mingxin pushed him out, "It's okay, he's my friend, he's very tight-lipped, don't worry!"
With a "bang", Jiang Mingxin sent the person away and turned around to close the door.
Wen Qiu stood there without saying a word, just staring at him, holding the gradually cooling hand-pulled pancake in his hand.
Jiang Mingxin always had a sense of self-righteousness in doing anything, but now he was sweating a little. He scratched his messy red hair and said, "The smell is too strong. I'll go ventilate..."
As a result, he stepped on a condom on the ground and almost slipped. He coughed awkwardly and muttered, "That's it, don't tell anyone."
"Did he force you?" Wen Qiu asked, "Did he use his power to threaten you? Call the police now, I can testify for you..."
"It's not coercion, I did it voluntarily." Jiang Mingxin interrupted him in a calm tone.
"Why?" Wen Qiu's tone became anxious.
"Why else? It's for the exhibition at Zero One Art Museum. There are only four students who can go. The others all go to bed with him, but I won't. How can I be selected?"
"It's just an exhibition, is it that important?" Wen Qiu thought of the fat pig just now and wanted to vomit, "Is it worth selling yourself like this?" "It's very important, very important. If people can't see it, these works are shit." Jiang Mingxin casually glanced at the paintings hanging on his wall, "Of course, you are noble, you don't have that kind of worldly desire, so of course you can't understand."
The look he gave him was filled with a certain vigilance and preparedness. Wen Qiu suddenly felt hurt. He had broken a taboo that shouldn't have been broken, and had made Jiang Mingxin show a side of him that he didn't want to show him. He didn't want to end this friendship like this. He only had this one friend.
But he also couldn't agree with Jiang Mingxin's approach, let alone his words, "I always think that painting and writing scripts are the same thing. You paint so well. As long as you keep painting, gold will shine sooner or later..."
"How sooner is 'sooner or later'? There are many people who have endured decades of suffering for an illusory light. Why should I endure that kind of suffering?" Jiang Mingxin squinted at him, "I'm just not as lucky as you. I didn't get to hang out with Pei Du..."
"Jiang Mingxin!" Wen Qiu interrupted him angrily.
He only told Jiang Mingxin about his reunion with Pei Du. He told him out of trust, not to let him use this matter to stab him in the back.
Jiang Mingxin covered her mouth and said, "OK, I won't say anything, and you won't say anything either, okay? I have really offended my leader now. I definitely can't go to the exhibition. I have to think about how to explain it to him later."
Wen Qiu was silently ordered to leave by him, and wanted to leave in disappointment, but Jiang Mingxin suddenly discovered something and snatched the plastic bag of pancakes from under his hand, laughing as usual: "You brought it for me? I'm starving, thank you."
Wen Qiu couldn't laugh at all. He took a deep breath and walked out.
The moment the door closed, Jiang Mingxin's forced smile could no longer be maintained, and turned into silent crying. He fiercely opened the bag and took a bite of the biscuit, which contained his favorite meat floss and ham sausage, and was also spicy. In a few seconds, tears and snot flowed down together, spreading the salty taste on the numb tip of his tongue.
He could not forget the look on Wen Qiu's face when he immediately covered his nose when he opened the door, the undisguised disgust and shock. He had managed to hold back all his nausea to serve the fat pig, but at that moment he almost vomited.
Thinking of what he just said, he really wanted to slap himself. Yes, he really thought so in his heart. Wen Qiu was blessed to meet a sponsor like Pei Du, and he envied him. But he shouldn't say that everyone despised him, only Wen Qiu didn't dislike him, he was his only true friend.
Now it was all over. Jiang Mingxin sighed and said, "Jiang Mingxin, ah Jiang Mingxin, you are so damn good at screwing up everything!"
/
Wen Qiu was upset and unconsciously took a car to the downstairs of Pei Du's house. Pei Du did not look for him today, he came on his own.
He called downstairs to ask, and Pei Du said he would be back later and told him to go upstairs and sit first.
Wen Qiu's identity had long been entered into the building system, so he went upstairs unimpeded. He scanned his fingerprint and entered Pei Du's house, hung up his coat and changed his shoes skillfully, then went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey.
When Pei Du came back, Wen Qiu was already tipsy, sitting alone on a couch by the French window drinking. There was no light on in the room, and the neon lights of the city shone through, casting a hazy, cold halo on him.
The feeling of having someone waiting for him when he returned home made Pei Du's heart swell subtly. He walked over with a smile, lifted Wen Qiu's chin, leaned over and kissed him on the lips: "Why did you think of coming here today?"
"What else can I do to find you?" Wen Qiu licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. The ice and whiskey created just the right stimulation. Pei Du narrowed his eyes and held the back of his head to deepen the kiss.
The city lights and the starry sky formed a river, flowing in the boundless void. Two people did it unscrupulously at the window.
Without having to sense it, Pei Du could sense Wen Qiu's unhappiness. He was particularly active today, but his state was also particularly free. Sometimes he seemed to be actively seeking a kind of pain, and the whispered words of love were close to provocation, "Be harder... Haven't you eaten?"
Pei Du was not affected by him at all, and stopped Wen Qiu before sex turned into self-abuse. He sat on the floor in front of the French window in dishevel, with a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at him lazily: "So what happened?"
Wen Qiu didn't want to say it - should he admit that he was angry about Jiang Mingxin's matter, mostly because the picture ironically reflected himself. Jiang Mingxin was right, he just happened to run into Pei Du, and what he did was no different from what Jiang Mingxin did. But in the studio, he showed such contempt so confidently, as if he had never sold his body and soul.
Pei Du was still waiting for his answer, but Wen Qiu suddenly leaned over, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and started smoking. His body was still naked, only wearing an oversized coat, and his smoking posture was very skillful, but his eyebrows and eyes were cold, keeping people away from him.
"Is it because of Jiang Mingxin?"
Wen Qiu blinked slowly: "You know?"
"There are some rumors in the school," Pei Du said, "that a professor from the Academy of Fine Arts was seen coming out of the studio in disheveled clothes or something like that."
Sure enough, doing this in a public studio is really crazy, sooner or later someone will find out... Wen Qiu frowned deeply, and he was more worried about Jiang Mingxin. He couldn't help it anymore, and told Pei Du what happened during the day. He actually regretted not knocking on the door, he would rather not find out about it.
"Then have you ever thought about it," Pei Du said, "why Jiang Mingxin was able to apply for a studio alone in an art academy with such a tight classroom situation?"
“That’s public…”
"But no one else has ever been there, right?" Pei Du said, "There's no need to worry about him. This is the first time you've seen him, but it's definitely not the first time he's done it."
Pei Du forced him to face reality, and Wen Qiu could no longer ignore those details: why no one ever came to the studio, why there was a folding bed in the corner, why there was always strong incense, as if to cover up some smell... He remembered that when they first met at the perfume exhibition, Jiang Mingxin told him with a smile: The world is a big brothel, everyone is out to sell themselves, they just sell different things.
He thought that his anger towards Jiang Mingxin essentially came from his anger at his own powerlessness.
As both are OMEGA, they just share the same suffering.
(End of this chapter)
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