Chapter 23 This Scene is a Painting
On the way back from the supermarket, passers-by felt that they saw a well-matched young couple going home. The man was handsome and the woman was pretty, which was very pleasing to the eye. The man was carrying large and small bags, which showed pajamas, oil, salt, etc., and he was full of things; the woman was neat and tidy, carrying only a bag of rice.
At first glance, it seems normal. But if you think about it carefully, what's wrong?
Who carried the rice?
That's not a small bag of rice. It looks like a big bag of ten kilograms. Could all the stuff on the man's body combined weigh that much?
Before people could think carefully, the man and woman had already walked briskly into the community and disappeared.
"You're not ashamed either." Qiu Wuji said, looking straight ahead.
"You said I was weak anyway." Chu Ge said, "Twenty kilograms of stuff is like a needle for you. It's called 'the more capable you are, the more work you have to do.'"
Qiu Wuji asked: "Does being strong or able to fight and make money also require an identity?"
"Yes, you can make money and may even become a big boss, but you need an identity. Unless you cross the border and run to a war-torn area, it is a bit difficult at the moment and there is no need." Chu Ge held it in for a moment. Actually, he wanted to say that he would support him if he could stop working, but when he thought about the pretentious words he had said a few days ago, it was difficult to take them back, so he had to remain silent.
Of course, Qiu Wuji himself was not willing to live under someone else's roof. He had to break free from the "boundaries of God's will" of the "God of Creation". Naturally, he had to have equal exchanges in order to become an independent individual.
So cooking is considered labor and can be used to pay for rent. Teaching him to practice cultivation does not count, because the cultivation method was also given by him, and it is just a return to him. Qiu Wuji has a stubborn and personal judgment boundary in her heart.
Of course, cooking for others is very embarrassing for Qiu Wuji... Qiu Wuji can only tell himself that he has to eat it too, and the other party is the God of Creation so he is qualified... He reluctantly accepts it.
The two of them carried bags of things to the small kitchen that was never used. Chu Ge's face darkened slightly and he quietly slipped away. Qiu Wuji looked at the kitchen, which was so dirty that even a dog wouldn't crawl on it, with both anger and amusement. The salt in the seasoning box had clumped into something. Who knew which tenant had left it there?
Chu Ge and Zhang Qiren's rooms were both clean and tidy, and the living room and balcony were also OK, seemingly cleaned from time to time. I don't know why the kitchen was like this... maybe it was because neither of them had ever used it?
Seeing Chu Ge running away with a red face, Qiu Wuji's eyes also showed a sly smile like a little fox. He flicked his slender fingers, a white light flashed, and the whole kitchen suddenly became as bright and clean as new.
I am a cultivator...cleaning magic is just a small spell.
This creator god is so silly that it’s cute.
Outside, Chu Ge called for someone to deliver liquid gas, while peeking into the kitchen. The clean and new kitchen only made him slightly stunned, and then he understood. His eyes were more focused on Qiu Wuji's back in an OL outfit. She was busy putting the seasonings in the seasoning boxes. Her back looked very...
Chu Ge hated himself for being a failed writer whose skills were too poor to describe such a scene and mood.
It's like a small stone thrown into the lake of heart, causing ripples one after another.
Qiu Wuji turned around and asked, "Who are you talking to?"
"Send some liquid gas over here."
"Then why do you say it's halfway stuck?"
"Because I'm looking at you."
Qiu Wuji showed an expression as if he wanted to hit someone, and Chu Ge ran away.
Qiu Wuji snorted and continued to work on his things.
After getting everything ready, Chu Ge was sitting on the sofa holding his phone, doing something unknown. Qiu Wuji leaned over to take a look, but it was the book review section of his APP.
Qiu Wuji tried to say: "Since... since being scolded is so severe, why not just..."
"That's not the case!" Chu Ge looked up at her seriously, "Now I don't want to write that."
Qiu Wuji pursed his lips and put on a serious face: "What are you thinking about? What I'm saying is that you should just stop reading the comments."
"We still have to watch it." Chu Ge smiled and said, "Someone has started to quarrel."
"Um?"
"The party of single female lead and no female lead heard the news and joined in, saying that this is how it should be. 'Have you never seen a woman?' 'He who takes every woman he sees is a real loser.'"
"..." Qiu Wuji shook his head speechlessly: "I don't understand your world. You quarrel over how other people write their books. Do they also have their fates arranged like me? You care so much."
"You may also argue because of different interpretations of the Tao. In fact, it's almost the same. Everyone has their own ideas. It's difficult to reach a consensus."
Although Qiu Wuji found it difficult to accept the confusion of novels and Taoist interpretations, he still understood the logic and had only one feeling in his heart: people in this world are so idle.
Chu Ge stared at the book review area in a trance, and whispered to himself, "It's really strange. How can a book like mine that has just been published and is not very popular have such an impact... Logically, readers without a female protagonist don't even know about my book. Why did so many people suddenly come to debate me when I just wrote a controversial point, and it's not a serious one?"
Qiu Wuji responded immediately: "Is there anyone helping you?"
"This shouldn't be the case..." Chu Ge looked through the internal messages curiously. There was no recommendation information, which meant that it was not a recommendation. He looked at the third-party forum again, and there was no relevant discussion. This was normal. He just wrote about self-help from poisoning without any ambiguity. It was fine if he was scolded in the book review section for such a trivial matter, but it would not cause a debate on the forum.
But this is even more strange. Where did others come from?
"How strange." Chu Ge still shook his head in confusion.
Qiu Wuji asked: "Is it good or bad for you?"
"That's good. If the original readers don't read it anymore and there are no new readers, it will be doomed. But won't these new readers come? Although I don't know how many can be converted." Chu Ge put down his phone, turned around and smiled: "Anyway, whether it is a blessing or a curse, you can't avoid it, just keep writing."
Qiu Wuji nodded without saying much, but he still felt a little guilty in his heart.
I did cause him a lot of trouble...but there's nothing I can do about it.
Chu Ge had stopped worrying about this a long time ago: "Why are you reading my book review? The history book you requested has been sent to you a few days ago. You should read that one."
Qiu Wuji followed Chu Ge's gaze and saw a pile of books neatly stacked in the corner. She took one and looked at the cover: "Five thousand years... your civilization is really young."
Not even as old as me.
Chu Ge held his breath for a long while with a strange look on his face: "Okay, I know you are an old lady."
Qiu Wuji's eyes became dangerous.
Chu Ge said, "What you wrote is just nonsense from our writers. It's just nonsense about tens of thousands of years and billions of years, which shows the vicissitudes of life. If you really want to be serious, the cultivation world after tens of thousands of years is still the same as it was tens of thousands of years ago, and the civilization has not changed or developed at all. That's not reasonable... But this is not important. The theme of cultivation literature is about cultivation, not about social changes. If you want to see social changes, there are other works. There is no need to look for fish in a tree."
Autumn is boundless and thoughtful.
Chu Ge stood up and said: "I should write some words... I will write while you read. This scene can be painted."
Just when I thought I had installed something very artistic, the doorbell rang: "It's the gas delivery!"
The artistic conception shattered, and the trivialities of life came rushing in.
Seeing Chu Ge's embarrassed expression, Qiu Wuji couldn't help laughing.
On the other side of the city, Zhang Qiren closed the post on the No Heroine forum that Chu Ge had never followed: "Brother can only help you up to this point."
(End of this chapter)
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