The Bund.
When it came to sightseeing, Chu Ge had said he was only interested in historic sites, not scenery.
And the significance of historic sites did not necessarily lie in how ancient they were, but in the era they represented.
Since they had come to Magic City, then, the Bund was a must. Looking at the Republic of China-era buildings along the river, one could almost wander in spirit through the wartime turmoil of those years and the splendor captured by writers.
In a shirt and jeans, her ponytail swaying, Qiu Wuji munched away at a jianbing as she walked, utterly uninterested in the "Eileen Chang's Shanghai" that Chu Ge saw.
There were still cultural differences. She found it difficult to share the countless thoughts this place stirred in people. Even though she had worked her way through Marxist philosophy and, to understand it thoroughly, struggled through several more books on modern and contemporary history, that sense of immersion was still different. She really could not understand why Chu Ge was strolling pensively along the river as though about to compose a hundred poems.
To Qiu Wuji, the waters of the Huangpu River were more worth looking at than those buildings.
Of course, neither was as tasty as a jianbing.
Actually, Chu Ge was eating a jianbing too. This was their lunch.
Qiu Wuji had misunderstood. Chu Ge was not wandering through history amid countless thoughts. Rather than being absorbed in this place, he simply did not know how to strike up an appropriate conversation with her...
Was he supposed to ask, "Qiu Qiu, how did you learn that move?"
Or, "Qiu Qiu, did any of those porn links you looked at before have that move?"
He felt he would get beaten no matter how he asked.
He should