As a Chinese literature teacher for many years, her knowledge of literature and history was very solid. She also used to like writing, which reminded Li Shi of himself. He found her to be quite similar to him.
With this foundation, he planned to write novels to promote the art of calligraphy in the future.
If he wanted Bai Mang Mang to find a hobby and break free from depression, writing would be a good suggestion.
"By 'writing', do you mean writing prose and poetry, or novels?"
Bai Mang Mang: "Both, mainly novels. I used to love reading martial arts novels, those of Jin Yong, Gu Long, Wu Ji, Li Liang, I loved all of them. After reading so many, I couldn't help but pick up the pen and write a bit."
Bai Mang Mang: "You should know Jin Yong and Gu Long, but Wu Ji and Li Liang, those two martial arts authors, you young people might not have heard of them, right?"
Li Shi cornered his mouth: "Little Bai, are you very old? Can you even use the term 'young people'?"
