[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-125":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","1987: My Era",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2259285,4409,"Chapter 125: The Liu Hou Shrine: How Many Wives Will I Have? (Request Subscription)","1987-my-era-chapter-125",125,"\u003Cp>After hanging up the phone, the English teacher stood frozen in place for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These calls had given her far too many surprises—Li Heng had somehow become entangled with Xiao Han; how could he dare?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he possibly dare to court both Song Yu and Xiao Han at the same time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an ordinary person, whether Song Yu or Xiao Han, they’d spend their entire lives just to get close—yet he still wanted to have both?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, remembering Li Heng’s identity as a writer, the English teacher fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid truly wasn’t ordinary—he’d written *To Live* and *Wan Zhu* at such a young age, and now was working on another novel; his prose was so exquisite that Wang Runwen couldn’t help but admire it, a clear sign of genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Going to Shanghai was indeed a good idea—close to *Shouhuo* magazine, perhaps he could even meet Old Ba as a patron, and with Shu Heng’s support, his four years of university should be comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once she understood, the English teacher stopped tormenting herself with pointless thoughts, turned, bought a few bottles of soda, and returned to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, ice-cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she entered, the English teacher handed Li Heng a chilled soda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked happily, “This stuff is precious—where did you get it on such a hot day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher said, “The owner pulled it from a well—it’s refreshingly cool, drink up quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, thanks, Teacher.” Li Heng pried open the cap and drank more than half the bottle in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he swallowed, the English teacher said, “About Mai Sui’s matter, there shouldn’t be much of a problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things needed no explanation—Li Heng used the soda as wine and clinked bottles with her: “To be a teacher like you is to have done everything possible—I thank you on Mai Sui’s behalf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher stared into his eyes, wanting suddenly to mention Xiao Han and see his reaction—but she held back, smiling and finishing the soda with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where to next?” she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng thought for a moment and said, “There are many places I want to go—Three Gorges, Dongting Lake, Lushan, Suzhou, and more—but first I must return home; I’ve been away too long, need to check in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher felt a pang of regret—this was surely their final stop together; after this, she’d only be able to read his works in magazines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not sunny now, weather’s nice—come for a walk with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was already thinking the same: “Should we call Zhang Zhiyong and Li Ran?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher turned and walked ahead: “You still care about them? Those two vanished long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked casually, “Where did they go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher replied, “Didn’t ask—they left with cameras; probably hunting for news material again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the future, Yongzhou’s streets in this era were crude—shops were old and monotonous, vendors lined both sides—but still, the English teacher’s enthusiasm couldn’t be dampened; she walked the street, bought continuously, and nearly sampled every snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally summed up: “Rice tofu is delicious, rice noodles are good too, but this orange candy is too cloying—you finish it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the orange candy he’d taken one bite of, Li Heng’s face dropped instantly: “Teacher, that’s inhumane—I’m not a trash bin, how can I eat your leftovers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, your saliva—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher adjusted her glasses with her right fingertip, pretending not to hear, and walked on smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New to the place, both were in high spirits and wandered until nearly dark before returning to the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They thought it was late, but Zhang Zhiyong and Li Ran still hadn’t returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second-floor balcony, Wang Runwen looked up at the sky and worried: “Could something have happened to them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably not—Li Ran clearly knows the ropes; wait a bit longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was also anxious, but in this era there were no cell phones or pagers—travel meant walking, communication meant shouting; even worry was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours—police wouldn’t even take a report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They waited and waited; in between, Li Heng bought peanuts and pig’s head meat, plus a few bottles of beer, and they ate and waited—but night deepened, and still no sign of the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen had only ever drunk homemade rice wine or erguotou, sometimes white liquor, but rarely beer; she stared at the beer bottle and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? This isn’t even strong—I can drink half a catty of baijiu without issue, yet this stuff is making me flush.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her cheeks flushed, Li Heng laughed, revealing his neat white teeth: “I don’t know either—it’s mysterious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen glanced at him: “Move those dog eyes away from me—don’t keep staring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yawned, stood up, and turned toward the room: “Fine, fine—can’t look at your face, then what’s the point of talking? I’m going to shower and sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleep was fake, shower was real—after finishing his hygiene, Li Heng returned to the balcony: “Teacher, you go rest and wash up—I’ll wait for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen set down her beer bottle and silently returned to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But twenty minutes later, she came back with half-dry hair, holding a towel, rubbing her damp ends as she asked: “Was Li Ran’s father really killed by a stroke in bed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said: “Pretty much—why are you asking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen said: “I’ve read a few palmistry books in my spare time—Li Ran’s facial features indicate intense lust. Don’t let Zhang Zhiyong fall for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was slightly surprised: “I thought you didn’t get it—you’ve been clear-eyed all along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen didn’t deny it: “Actually, Sun Aimin is pitiful—I can tell she truly likes Li Ran, but he’s too playful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng nodded, extended his hand toward her: “Since you read palms, read mine too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen sneered: “No need—I can tell you’re born with peach blossoms on your face, made for women, destined to die for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng rolled his eyes: “You say that like I’m another Li Ran’s father—dying of a stroke in bed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen burst into loud laughter, then pretended to examine his palm seriously—but after waiting a long while, she remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng pressed: “Well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen said: “You’ll have many children and great fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked: “Anything else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen said: “What aspect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked: “What about wealth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen said: “Your wealth lines resemble shimmering rivers circling your wrist, like a golden belt leading to a land of abundance—your wealth will accumulate rapidly and astonishingly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was delighted: “What about the marriage line?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen frowned, turning his palm over repeatedly, silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng, growing impatient, blurted: “Don’t look so closely—just tell me how many wives I’ll have.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen snatched her hand back, suddenly cold: “I’m not a professional—go find a fortune-teller if you want to know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There it was again—women were fickle; Li Heng had learned it once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t afraid of arguments or conflict—he feared sudden silence. Staring at the entrance below, neither spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Li Heng searched for words: “Teacher, maybe—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher cut him off sharply: “Shut up. Be quiet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng stared at her for a long moment, then blurted: “Teacher, don’t you dare say it—why don’t you quit and—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher interrupted again, clearly and coldly: “Go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two silently clashed, two figures suddenly burst from a distant alley, sprinting wildly and glancing back constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen spotted them instantly and leapt up: “It’s Zhang Zhiyong—they’re being chased?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng didn’t answer—he was already running downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two shadows rushed closer like a gust of wind; when they saw Li Heng, Zhang Zhiyong yelled in panic:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Scared the hell out of me—two gangs were fighting over there, one guy had his arm broken, saw us hiding to take photos, and chased us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran was also terrified, dragging both of them into the inn without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng wasn’t reassured—he watched with the receptionist for a while until no one followed, then went upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked: “What happened? Why are you back so late? It’s nearly eleven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran complained: “Don’t even ask—we got lost, almost trapped by a gang of thugs and couldn’t get back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She added, less excitedly: “This place is chaotic—so much news material.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng raised an eyebrow: “You’re sneaking photos of fights at this hour? You must think your life’s too easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran shrugged: “You don’t understand—this job demands courage. How else do you uncover society’s hidden darkness? How else do you earn your pay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Li Heng’s mind stirred: “You’d photograph anyone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran lifted her chin: “Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said: “I’ll take you to photograph someone later—if you can get his scandal published, I’ll treat you to dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran perked up: “Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said: “The Big Thumb of No. 1 High School.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran pressed: “Do you have a grudge against him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said: “He framed my father, got him fired—I want to avenge his family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran said: “Oh, I heard from my mom—he was accused of being improper with a female colleague in the office and got fired. Do you have proof?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng nodded: “He has plenty of dirt—almost every teacher at the school knows—but no one can touch him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow! I love this challenge—I’ll give him a big surprise.” Li Ran patted her full chest, which bounced, making Zhang Zhiyong’s eyes spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng kicked Zhang Zhiyong: “You idiot, stop staring—go to bed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran laughed loudly: “Don’t stare, brother—we may be fast friends, but I won’t let you off easy—ha ha, watch out you don’t lose sleep tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong, furious and dejected, muttered: “You used me to scare off Sun Aimin, then turn on me—you’re not a real man!” and stormed out, slamming the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhang Zhiyong leave in anger, Li Ran said without guilt to Li Heng: “Don’t look at me like that—I just got tired of Sun Aimin, no feeling in bed anymore, so I’m done being a wooden doll.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listen, listen—is that even human speech?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The implication: Sun Aimin no longer satisfied her desires, so she dumped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked: “Were you serious just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran retorted: “Do you think I’d sink to sleeping with Zhang Zhiyong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng turned away: “Fine, get some rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening the door to the hallway, he found his English teacher waiting there with a look of concern, and immediately said, “Teacher, go back to sleep, everything’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the English teacher nodded to Li Ran behind him and turned back to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staying at a guesthouse in Yongzhou, it stood barely an arrow’s shot from the Liu Hou Shrine. At midnight, unable to sleep, dazed and half-awake, he heard the wind and rain, as if knee-high wild grass had grown beside his bed; Liu Zongyuan, having crossed a thousand years, stood alone and ethereal, his blue robe faded, his expression lonely and sorrowful. Early the next morning, Li Heng walked toward the shrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Zongyuan was exiled, traveling a long distance to arrive here. He spent ten years in Yongzhou, living in solitude and desolation. His relatives and friends ignored him; local officials constantly watched him. Disaster left him utterly disheveled—he once went unkempt and haggard, his spirit shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But disaster also granted him stillness, giving him ample time to commune with nature and converse with himself. Thus, he entered his finest writing state; Chinese cultural history gained “Eight Records of Yongzhou” and other works, and Huaxia literature once again coalesced into a towering peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While visiting the Liu Hou Shrine, the English teacher saw on his face a rare seriousness, and asked curiously, “What are you thinking of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng gazed at the pavilions and spoke slowly: “In the southern wastes, how many literati and officials left behind the misfortunes of their political careers and fates. Yet they also left behind brilliant stars in literary history, bearing witness to the precious national spirit and character forged under suppression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Chinese literature never lost its dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The capital is too noisy. For nine years of face-to-wall study, students from all over the land once longed for such clamor. In the end, their vast learning was crushed beneath wheels and hooves; the shrill cries filled their once-open hearts. Only here did literary brilliance detach itself from imperial memorials and reports, recondensing into the soul, forming a harmonious whole—suddenly awake, fully charged with tension, vibrant, standing in opposition to palace halls, debating with historians, leaving a solitary counter-voice across the imperial realm. Generations of literati thus gained one-tenth more pride, three-tenths more confidence. Only then did Huaxia civilization avoid total darkness. The court never imagined that the imperial decree exiling him to the southern wastes had awakened the nation’s spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the English teacher looked at him several times longer, then gradually understood the spiritual power the Liu Hou Shrine imparted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alas, she felt she lacked such talent; at best, she sensed only sorrow, then her mind went blank, her gaze once again fixed on his back, a faint light rising in her eyes—she quietly hoped he would write something extraordinary that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roads were bad this year—all dirt paths—and it took the group a full day to travel to and from the Liu Hou Shrine. Upon returning to the hotel, Li Heng resumed his usual writing routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher never missed a session, always arriving punctually to sit beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he picked up his pen, Wang Runwen blurted out, almost by accident: “This might be the last time you ever write in front of your teacher.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng paused, turned his head: “It’s only early August—there’s still time before school starts. If you’re willing, we could start from the Three Gorges and head southeast all the way to Shanghai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen was tempted, but under his gaze, she slowly shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said nothing. She offered no explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They faced each other for ten seconds, then Li Heng looked away, silently forgoing further invitation, and said no more on the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting by the window, he closed his eyes, cultivating his emotions. When he opened them again, inspiration surged—he began writing furiously on his new notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher leaned forward slightly, maintaining a respectful distance, intently watching the tip of his pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, she suddenly remembered something, controlled her movements, and quietly left the room to find Li Ran in the next room, who was writing a news article: “Li Ran, are you busy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran replied, “Not too much. Did you need something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher asked: “Could you help me take a photo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran guessed: “A photo with Li Heng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher nodded. “His writing posture has such depth. Take a photo of us together, and—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a two-second pause, Wang Runwen continued: “He’s still so young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished, Li Ran replied: “You want to preserve evidence, just in case someone questions him later?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen smiled. “Not quite. His talent can withstand any criticism.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran rolled up her sleeves, turned, grabbed her camera bag, and declared: “You should’ve said so earlier—I’ve got a video camera. I can record the entire writing process. If anyone dares to sneer, this’ll be the strongest proof.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing she could video, Wang Runwen was surprised. “Isn’t that expensive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Expensive? It cost me everything—my entire savings and half my mother’s life’s work!” Normally carefree, Li Ran winced at the memory. She’d agonized for months before buying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two women tiptoed into Li Heng’s room. Seeing him immersed in creation, they dared not disturb him. They exchanged glances; one sat beside Li Heng as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other quietly turned on the camera, filming both of them—though the focus remained mostly on Li Heng’s pen, capturing every word he wrote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this, Li Heng noticed Li Ran’s actions. She froze in place, whispering: “Did I disturb you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng smiled and shook his head, saying nothing, then bent back to his writing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At three a.m., he finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The English teacher and Li Ran both exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they prepared to part, the English teacher said: “Could you copy it for me? Money’s no issue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran grinned at her. “We’ve been together this long—you’re talking about money? How tacky. Copying’s no problem, but it’ll take a little time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll wait for your message.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On August 5, the group left Yongzhou, boarded a train heading east, and after more than ten hours arrived in Shaoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as they stepped off the train, Wang Runwen said: “It’s late—come stay at my place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran declined: “No need. My mom got to Shaoshan yesterday—I’ll go find her. The copying equipment’s with her. I’ll give you a copy tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jianguo had once worked at the Shaoshan Municipal Education Bureau. Zhao Jing had moved from Changsha specifically to be near him, settling in Shaoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after more than twenty years, Zhao Jing’s home still stood, and friends regularly cleaned it—anyone could move in and live immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ran left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong glanced between Li Heng and the English teacher, then muttered: “My old man’s now running a gold-panning and sand-mining company with my aunt’s husband by the Zijiang River. I’m gonna go check on him. Big Boss Heng, we’ll regroup tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Li Heng could respond, he dashed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen was confused. “Who’s his ‘old man’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng smiled. “His father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen was even more confused. “Why call him ‘old man’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng told her two of the man’s glorious exploits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing, Wang Runwen remarked with interest: “I feel like you and this ‘old man’ are cut from the same cloth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng protested: “Teacher, don’t pretend you’re not insulting me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen chuckled, walking gracefully into the wind—rarely had she been so happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to the old family home in the city. But no sooner had they changed shoes and stepped inside than the two, who had just been lively, fell silent, staring at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng then fetched clean clothes, took a shower, washed his laundry, and organized his writing manuscripts from the journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Runwen didn’t idle either. She took her change, went to the nearby market, bought vegetables, and retreated to the kitchen to cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cooking was average, but she put in effort—for example, her shredded potatoes were cut evenly, each strand identical in size, neatly arranged, looking just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly awards!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many comments from last chapter disappeared—what did you guys do, you devils?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3125,"2026-06-19T15:27:33.982Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","414d9cf586f031dba61983b685582828ea7128f7631991f5d940e62b8b56e4a0","1987-my-era-chapter-126","1987-my-era-chapter-124",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]