What If the Female Lead Ran Out of the Book? Chapter 121: You Ought to Be First

With treatment like this, who needs a shoulder rub?

Huh? What shoulder rub?

Chu Ge had it figured out now: Qiu Wuji was born under the donkey sign—mulish to the bone. If you asked her to "rub your shoulders," you could wait the rest of your life and she'd never do it.

But if you said nothing at all, she'd naturally look after you in some offhand place, and let you feel a bit of Sister's tenderness.

That was her natural good-wife, good-mother streak doing its work.

As long as you didn't challenge her pride, all you had to do was wait for her to be herself...

In other words, she actually wasn't all that angry about the hug today. If anything, she felt a little sorry about the elbow that had hurt him?

Chu Ge honestly felt like he was floating up among the clouds, with no idea what world he was in.

Mental fatigue, my foot—even if my brain were stiff as a board, I'd still solve Qiuqiu's question!

"Your problem is one of writing power. A master can take everyday trivialities and make them interesting, or give them atmosphere; an ordinary person writes them and it's dry as dust. That's not something you can teach in a few sentences, and I'm not much good at it myself," Chu Ge said. "But if you want to improve in that direction, start by reading essays and miscellaneous pieces by the masters. Zhu Ziqing, Wang Zengqi—finding real interest in the plain and ordinary."

Qiu Wuji said, "Is it a matter of literary polish?"

"It's polish, but not only polish. Some sentences aren't especially beautiful, and yet they always hit your heart and mine dead-on—that's the power of words. Writing the same simple thing, a father's back at the station, say—under Zhu Ziqing's pen it goes straight into people's hearts, and under mine all I do is turn it into a meme."