Chapter 890

Li Xianzhe nodded silently. At this moment, God synchronously recalled the previous variety show.

From 2003 to 2010, this period is the golden period of Korean variety show. There are countless classic works born from the three major TV stations and these MCS, brilliant and finally stopped broadcasting.

Jiang Hudong missed that period very much. The crazy variety shows in that period not only made him, but also made Liu Zaishi, Jin Jidong and others.

Both of them have rocked their variety show career by virtue of "X-man", "come and play", "return of natural fate", "love letter", "infinite challenge", "two days and one night" and "family birth".

Now, some of the guests who participated in "X-man" or "coming back from fate" and "love letter" are no longer popular, and some simply become third rate artists, and can't even receive the program.

Perhaps it was because after listening to Jiang Hudong's sigh, Li Xianzhe's heart also aroused a burst of resonance.

"Youth is like a running river. If you flow down that line, you won't come back. When you know it's your youth, you don't have a chance to say goodbye to him..."

"Youth is like a running river... There is no chance to say goodbye..."

Jiang Hudong's face was positive, his thick lips whispered his words, narrowed his invisible eyes and flashed bursts of fine light.

He took out the paper and pen from his trouser pocket. Like an ancient scholar, he shook his head and tasted it carefully. It revealed his emotion about life. It took a long time to speak.

"Ah ~ ~ this sentence is really good. Where did the sage see it? My brother wrote it down. I want to read it every day."

"This? I said this is a short story I wrote, in which the protagonist's role lyrics, brother, do you believe it? "

On the other hand, Jiang Hudong closed his eyes and tasted what he was about to fall into. Li Xianzhe smiled softly, took a sip of drink and moistened his throat. Then he directly took the paper and pen in each other's hand and wrote down this paragraph.

In private, he would also write some so-called "soul chicken soup" and put it in his laptop as daily self consolation.

Mingming is just a language full of philosophy and life principles. When he heard it in the eyes of the people around him, he regarded these words as a modernist poem.

Li Xianzhe just wanted to laugh at these poems. He felt that they had misunderstandings about poetry, but naturally he couldn't say it. Jin Taiyan was so, and Jiang Hudong was no exception.

"Yes, of course I do! Wuli sage is so talented... "

Jiang Hudong smiled, took the note full of handwriting, folded it carefully and stuffed it into his chest pocket.

"If a sage can produce a book that ordinary people can read one day, his brother will buy it."

Li Xianzhe was stunned. He said that the things he published in the past were too professional. Although the Korean media reported it wantonly, they even asked some experts to comment on his book.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, there will be no practical action except a sigh.

Ordinary people who will spend money to buy some business management or financial books, unless they want to use those books as their "hypnotic artifact" before going to bed.

Jiang Hudong's inadvertent remark also reminded him that he had stored many of the things he had written in the United States, in China and in recent years.

Because I wanted to write a script, I had to read a lot of books or watch movies in the past.

It is no exaggeration to say that most of his possessions in creating this piece are placed in the house of the windmill villa provided by Downey. Some are handwritten, some are oral, and others are written by someone.

Later, after he used his laptop, some new creations or essays were stored in the computer, and he would take them with him wherever he went.

People around him persuaded him to change the computer more than once, but he said he was reluctant. In fact, he also knew that if his computer was lost, he could not bear the loss.

"I'll consider my brother's suggestions. What kind of books or novels do you like to read?"

Li Xianzhe nodded. During his time away from Korea, it would be a good choice if he took out part of his previous novels and published them.

It can not only maintain its own exposure for a long time without appearing in South Korea, but also make the label of "writer" more valuable in the eyes of the public.

"Books? My brother hasn't read a book for a long time. When chasing your sister-in-law, he has read a lot of love novels. You also know that few men are naturally good at writing love letters.

So at that time, in order to catch up with your sister-in-law, my brother consulted a large number of love novels and extracted some words from them to form a love letter. Although your sister-in-law found it at that time, it was also because of this that she agreed to associate with my brother. "

"Love novels?"

Li Xianzhe's eyes kept listening. He couldn't help looking up and down at Jiang Hudong in front of him. His brother's mind was exquisite beyond his imagination.

However, combined with the proportion of love dramas in Korean dramas, it is reasonable to say this from Jiang Hudong's mouth. Basically, every young man and woman has done such a thing as writing love letters.

Some people will be filled with their sincerity in the text, while others search the Internet or find some fragments from books.

At that time, I may feel nothing, but many years later, I will be very ashamed to mention it again or see the love letter again.

"Yes, that's all before. Now if my brother goes to the bookstore to buy books, they are all fantasy books.

You may not know that Shihou (Jiang Hudong's son) likes this type from childhood. Sometimes I have to read it to him before I can sleep. "

Love and fantasy

Li Xianzhe pursed his mouth and wrote fantasy novels. He remembered that he had written several books when he was a child.

Scattered together, more than a dozen manuscripts have been put in a box under their own bed in the windmill villa, which has not been taken out for many years.

As for love novels, he is good at it. He promised to write a movie script for Momo, Mina and SANA.

Now I think of it as if I had never thought about it since then, and he had been stranded all the time.

"Ah, really? It's just that I've written fantasy story works before. When they are published, I'll give Shihou a set... "

I made a decision in my heart. When I got back, I began to prepare for creation and publication.

As for Jiang Hudong's son, he was often mentioned by Jiang Hudong and his "Jiang line" members without being exposed. Li Xianzhe was also interested.

I've seen Liu Zaishi's son before. His good tutor even reminds him of his childhood. In contrast, he is a living bear child.

It may also be that he saw what he wanted to be in each other's body. Later, Li Xianzhe sent a lot of toys and school supplies to Liu Zhihao, which made Liu Zaishi often call him to thank him.

"Oh, eh ~ ~ if my brother says he will buy it, he must buy it. Just remember to sign for my brother at that time, writer Li..."

Jiang Hudong waved his hand. If Li Xianzhe wanted to really publish a book, he would rush at the relationship between them. He would also buy a support book.

"No, no, I'm not a writer..."

Now it's Li Xianzhe's turn to blush, but writer Li... This title is inexplicably cool.