With treatment like this, who needed a shoulder massage?
Huh? Who needed a shoulder massage?
Chu Ge had figured it out: Qiu Wuji was as stubborn as a mule when it came to saving face. If he asked her to "massage my shoulders," he could forget about ever getting a shoulder massage from her.
If he said nothing, though, she would naturally take care of him in little, unexpected ways, letting him experience a big sister's tenderness.
That was her innate good-wife-and-loving-mother nature at work.
As long as he did not challenge her sense of propriety, he just had to wait for her to act naturally...
In other words, she was not actually that angry about today's hug; instead, she felt a little bad about hurting Chu Ge with that elbow?
Chu Ge really felt as though he were floating among the clouds, oblivious to the world below.
Mental exhaustion? Even if his brain seized up completely, he still had to answer Qiu Qiu's question!
"Your question comes down to writing ability. Accomplished writers can make everyday trivia interesting or evocative, while ordinary people make it dull and dry. That isn't something a few words of instruction can teach you overnight. I'm not particularly good at it myself," Chu Ge said. "But if you want to improve in that area, you can start with essays and miscellaneous prose by accomplished writers, like Zhu Ziqing and Wang Zengqi. They find genuine interest in the ordinary."
Qiu Wuji asked, "So it's prose style?"
"It is, but that's not all. Some sentences aren't necessarily beautiful, yet they always manage to strike straight at our hearts. That's the power of words. Take a simple description of a father seen from behind: written by Zhu Ziqing, it goes straight to the heart. Written by me,