The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

It was not until the station announcement sounded that Wen Qiu realized that he had taken the subway in the opposite direction. He was indeed not in a good condition to go to school, so he simply got out of the station, took a taxi, and went straight home.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard the little cicada calling in a baby voice: "Dad is back! Dad is back!"

Mother Zhao came out carrying Xiao Zhi and put the child in his arms. Wen Qiu held the child, who had obviously become heavier, and kissed his soft cheek.

Little Zhiliao handed over the thing in his palm, "Daddy, eat grapes!"

"The baby insisted on leaving some for you." Zhao's mother said with a smile, "Our little Zhiliao will definitely be filial in the future. No matter what he eats, he will think of his father and leave half for him."

The hot purple grape was handed to Wen Qiu's mouth. He took a bite and felt the sour taste flow all the way into his heart.

Little Zhiliao was so happy that he waved his arms and directed him to go to the kitchen. "There are grapes in the refrigerator. Daddy, eat grapes!"

He was usually not at home at this time, so Aunt Zhao asked, "Young Master, are you going out today?"

"We're not going out today. Haven't you started the fire yet? I'll cook." Wen Qiu said, wanting to put Xiao Zhiliao in Zhao Ma's arms, but Xiao Zhiliao grabbed his clothes and suddenly started to cry loudly.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qiu took a piece of paper and wiped his tears, but the tears on the child's face were like beads, dripping continuously.

"The child misses you." Zhao Ma said in embarrassment, "The young master has been busy recently and spends little time at home. Sometimes he even stays out overnight. The child misses his father so much that he is very sad when he can't see you."

Wen Qiu comforted the sad little Zhiliao, and his heart was also in a knot. He hugged the little Zhiliao tightly in his arms and patted the child on the back, "I'm sorry, Xiao Zhiliao, I'm a bad father, but I won't be in the future. Dad will always be with you, dear, don't cry..."

After holding back his sobs, he said to Aunt Zhao, "We'll move next month."

"Where to move to?" Mother Zhao was stunned. Her heart was always walking on the tightrope of poverty. She always felt that she couldn't even keep this shabby house in the suburbs.

"Brother He Yu bought a new house and is about to finish decorating it. There will be your room and Xiao Zhiliao's room, just like before."

"Really?" Zhao's mother's face lit up. "It still depends on He Yu. I said that the child has always valued relationships! But... they don't want our money to move there, right?"

"No money, Brother He Yu has started his own company now." Wen Qiu opened his mouth and took the grapes that Xiao Zhile had been passing to him. "He knows that Xiao Zhile is sick now, and he is willing to spend money to treat him. When the summer vacation starts in July, Xiao Zhile and I will go to the United States. There is a very good doctor there who specializes in this disease."

"That's great, that's great..." Mother Zhao rubbed her eyes, feeling that all the hardship had paid off and that good days would be in the future.

"Well, that's great. It's finally over." Wen Qiu smiled indifferently, lowered his head and gently sucked the child's fingers, licking the grape juice off his fingertips.

/
Wen Qiu thought that he would have to struggle a lot before he could make up his mind, but everything was easier than he thought. He blocked all contact information of Pei Du, extended an olive branch to He Yu, and began to pack up his belongings and prepare to move.

The heaven and earth did not collapse, and the world was running as usual. No one could survive without anyone else.

However, perhaps the emotions that had been pent up in his heart for a long time had reached a critical point. At the regular meeting this Saturday, he had an argument with Jin Ling in front of everyone in the studio.

Jin Ling criticized his script countless times, but he just revised it again and again. He wrote a 10-word character biography for Ji Beifeng, and annotated every action and sentence in the script.

However, Jin Ling only glanced at it and threw the script aside. "We don't need these things. Writer Wen, are you planning to compete for an Oscar?"

Then, they read together the part written by Liu Xingchen. Based on the recent hot topics, Liu Xingchen labeled Ji Beifeng as "Erha", adding the attributes of stupidity, cuteness, and loyalty, which won Jin Ling's praise.

Wen Qiu should have held back, but perhaps the recent series of events had made him feel depressed, and he suddenly said, "Even if you write 10,000 such flat characters, it's just creating 10,000 screen garbage."

He had indeed said such things out of a daze, and his fevered brain was unable to even judge the situation at the time. He could only sense from the sudden silence in the air, Liu Xingchen's expression of watching a good show, and Jin Ling's cold gaze that his career in the screenwriter studio was probably over.

Wen Qiu couldn't quite remember what they argued about afterwards. In the end, he just felt very tired, so he simply picked up his bag and walked out of the studio, leaving all the noisy sounds behind.

The first time, he left the studio before it got dark. The blue sky indicated that it was a good day. It was a good time and everyone on the street was in a hurry. But what should he do next? There would be no more assignments and homework for the screenwriting class. He even delayed his studies because of these things. He could barely keep up with several courses.

Normally, if he had such free time, he would go to Pei Du's house with great joy, but now, when he thought of that guy, his heart ached, as if endless heartbreak and grievances were about to emerge.

He walked aimlessly, bought a cup of coffee at a roadside shop, and then sat down on a bench in a roadside park with nothing to do.

When Wen Qiu was staring at the flowers and plants alone, he didn't know that in a corner beside the road, there was someone also staring at him for a long time.

Pei Du's car was parked on the side of the road, and he looked at him through the car window. Because all the contact methods were blocked, he had no choice but to wait and see in this way. But today Wen Qiu came out earlier than before, and his expression was a little strange.

For some reason, Pei Du lost his usual decisiveness and hesitated to get off the car, afraid to face Wen Qiu's disappointed eyes. But he didn't want to leave, and didn't want to go back to the home full of memories. Just a few days of separation made him feel lost. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw the cookies and side dishes made by Wen Qiu neatly stacked in the refrigerator; when he walked into the bathroom, he saw his toothbrush, towels and puppy plush slippers; when he walked into the study, he saw a pile of unfinished manuscripts and a ceramic mug on his small table - when Wen Qiu was thinking hard about the script, he liked to crunch the rim of the mug the most...

Unconsciously, his life had been deeply marked by Wen Qiu, and it had become a part of his daily habits. Thinking that he would embrace the same emptiness every day in the future, Pei Du felt that he could no longer bear it.

He rarely had the opportunity to observe Wen Qiu from such a distance. The street marked the boundary between them. The young man sitting under the sycamore tree made him feel strangely unfamiliar. Wen Qiu was just sitting there harmlessly, and three Alphas who passed by approached him to chat, but they were all rejected coldly.

A runny-nosed kid passed by and gave Wen Qiu a candy. This time, Wen Qiu took it and put it in his trouser pocket. A snow-white Samoyed passed by and pounced on him enthusiastically. Wen Qiu touched the dog's head, and the dog's owner kept smiling at him like a crazy boy.

Pei Du couldn't help but smile, he found that Wen Qiu was particularly popular with cats and dogs. He remembered that once when he was walking with Wen Qiu, a cat turned over in front of Wen Qiu, and Wen Qiu squatted down and rubbed it hard, making the kitten meow.

He found it interesting at the time, and reached out to rub Wen Qiu's soft hair. Wen Qiu raised his head to look at him, with a cat-like cunning in his green eyes, and "meowed" at him.

In the past, he was like a cat that would turn over its belly and act coquettishly without reservation.

Suddenly, an annoying car stopped by the roadside, interrupting his thoughts. He Yu got out of the car, wearing a well-dressed suit and gold-wire glasses, a carefully dressed date outfit. He bent down slightly and said something to Wen Qiu, and the two of them got into the car together, talking and laughing.

The wonderful memories came to an abrupt end, the smile on Pei Du's face froze, and his hands unconsciously clenched too tightly, almost crushing the steering wheel.

/
That night, Pei Du asked Jin Ling to have dinner with him.

They met at an elegant Chinese restaurant, the private room was so private that if the waiter hadn't led her, Jin Ling would have thought it was a private garden. Although she was used to the ups and downs in the industry, it was the first time for her to be treated by someone of Pei Du's status.

To put it bluntly, the vice president of Fenghua Entertainment was just the most insignificant footnote in Pei Du's resume. This small studio in her hands and this insignificant drama did not seem to be of any value worthy of Master Pei's attention. Jin Ling had a vague guess in her heart, and soon after she sat down opposite Pei Du, this guess was confirmed.

"Wen Qiu, how are you doing lately?" This was Pei Du's first sentence after the greetings.

Of course not, the trance and poor state are visible to the naked eye. Jin Ling was not stupid enough to say it directly, but asked: "Excuse me, what is the relationship between Mr. Pei and my students?"

The man in a suit and tie, with an extraordinary demeanor, raised his hand to pour her wine and responded naturally: "Wen Qiu is my lover - judging from your expression, you seem surprised?"

"Ha..." Jin Ling made an exaggerated expression, "To be honest, this is quite unexpected..."

It was more than an accident. She didn't believe it in her heart. If it was Pei Du's lover, why would he come to work in a small studio like hers? What resources did Wen Qiu want? Moreover, judging from his usual dress and transportation, he didn't look like a rich man. Sometimes, seeing him thinking about grabbing a few cents of coupons, he looked a little poor.

"Accidents are normal," Pei Du's smile seemed a little disappointed, "I didn't take good care of him."

Jin Ling also laughed along, and suddenly thought of the gossip she had heard a few months ago: Director Wang of Fenghua was suddenly investigated by the headquarters, and all the projects he was working on were re-handled by the investigation team. The ranking of the "Wenxin Cup" was swapped in the end, and Wen Qiu won the first place...

Many clues were connected to form a complete thread. If this matter was what she thought, then Mr. Pei might not be unconcerned... Thinking of the conflict between herself and Wen Qiu during the day, Jin Ling was still a little worried, afraid that this Mr. Pei was a petty revenge maniac, and was trying to seduce her.

She tried to get some information out of him, but soon found that he was very good at what he said. She couldn't find out anything that Pei Du didn't want to say. At the same time, he was very gentlemanly, without the arrogance that was common among rich kids, so it was pleasant to get along with him.

The topic turned to "Season of Love" again. Pei Du seemed to know a lot about this drama. He knew a lot of details in the script, and even knew how many investors there were in this project, what platform it would be on, and the approximate cost and revenue.

It seems that he came prepared. Jin Ling put down her chopsticks and looked at him anxiously. This drama might just be a topic of conversation among Pei Du, but it was indeed her life and property.

Pei Du finally got to the point: "I heard that the project still has some funding gaps. As a screenwriter and one of the investors, you must have put a lot of thought into this matter."

Jin Ling sighed, "Yes, I can't hide it from you."

Pei Du spoke bluntly because he knew Jin Ling couldn't refuse this proposal: "I can help you fill this funding gap."

Jin Ling couldn't even hide her surprise now, "Fenghua Entertainment wants to inject capital?!"

"No, it's just me." Pei Du drank a sip of wine calmly, "Of course, I hope this can be done secretly and no one needs to know about it. I will transfer the money you need and please invest in the project in your own name. I don't need a share of the profits. If there is any profit in the end, it will be regarded as my donation to the studio's development fund."

This is simply a huge pie that fell from the sky! Jin Ling was almost knocked unconscious, and barely managed to maintain her sanity and asked: "Thank you very much for Mr. Pei's kindness, but I am also very curious, what is your reason for doing this?"

The man opposite was still very secretive, so she couldn't tell the truth from the false. However, when he said this, there was an indescribable persistence and seriousness in his eyes: "It's very simple, I need you to help me do two things."

(End of this chapter)