[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-551":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},2259711,4409,"Chapter 551: New Book, Second Chance","1987-my-era-chapter-551",551,"\u003Cp>After finishing several phone calls, Li Heng checked the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>11:23\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, it’s already this late—unless I end the call, Xiao Shihe won’t dare go home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain was falling outside, the pattering drops against the eaves clear and sharp in the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng hadn’t brought an umbrella and had sprinted home in a rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw four women laughing and playing cards; at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, they all turned to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, one exception—Xiao Shihe didn’t look up; instead, she picked up a cup of steaming tea on her right, took two small sips, then quietly stared at the cards in her hand, giving the impression she was analyzing her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her mind held no connection to the cards—instead, the sound of his footsteps up the stairs triggered memories of their encounter at the staircase corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wondered silently: If Sui Sui hadn’t been bathing in the bathroom, if Sui Sui hadn’t been home, how would I have handled his strange gaze?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How would I have dealt with him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng walked over to the card table, exchanged a few words with them, then grabbed his clothes and headed into the shower. After washing up, he went straight to the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had half a stack of reference materials left to read; having not opened a book all day, he planned to settle in tonight and finish them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shihe had said nothing until the study door was nearly shut—then, with a sidelong glance, she moved her teacup aside and calmly told the three women: “Let’s go to my place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui, Wei Xiaozhu, and Bai Wanying instantly understood—someone was in the study, so it wasn’t appropriate for them to be noisy in the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four women went to the neighboring small house. Before leaving, Sui Sui kindly left a note on the coffee table so he wouldn’t come out and wonder where they’d gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu was surprised: “We’re just going next door, and you still leave a note?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui smiled softly: “Sometimes he’s like a child—he lacks a sense of security.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu glanced at Xiao Shihe and saw she was completely unfazed; she decided not to press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they went downstairs, she looked toward the small house across the way and suddenly asked: “Professor Yu is usually here—where did she go today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui said: “She’s probably out on business—she has other ventures outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having learned from her aunt that Professor Yu was no ordinary person, Wei Xiaozhu suddenly understood a little, and for a moment she longed to ask, “Professor Yu is so close to Li Heng—Sui Sui, aren’t you worried?” But she never voiced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Wei Xiaozhu still hadn’t processed what she’d learned about Professor Yu and Li Heng—her mind was foggy, her worldview shattered into pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still couldn’t imagine it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was in exceptional form tonight—after settling in, he sat for nearly four hours straight and finished analyzing all the remaining reference materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling mentally invigorated, he pulled out a notebook from the drawer, uncapped his fountain pen, and swiftly wrote four characters on the title page: Dust Settles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing the title, he didn’t rush to begin—he sat quietly, cultivating his mood, then turned to the first page and began writing Chapter One: Wild Mockingbird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a snowy morning. I lay in bed, listening to flocks of wild mockingbirds calling outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mother was washing her hands in a copper basin, immersing her long, pale fingers in warm milk, breathing heavily—as if making her hands beautiful was an exhausting task. She tapped the basin’s rim with her fingers; with a clear sound, fine ripples spread across the milk’s surface, sending a humming resonance echoing through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she called out: Sangji Zhuoma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In high spirits and brimming with inspiration, Li Heng wrote nonstop all night, utterly absorbed, completely lost in his work—so much so that at dawn, he was still patiently polishing the final paragraph of Chapter One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phew!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally finished writing Chapter One: Wild Mockingbird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually tossed his pen aside, didn’t bother counting the words, only felt he’d performed beyond his usual ability. He reread the manuscript once more, made minor revisions to just twelve small passages, and was thoroughly satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he needed to urinate—he had to put down the manuscript and rush to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, as he opened the door, he was met by four pairs of eyes—the four women were having breakfast at the coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng sniffed the air; the fragrance was overwhelming. He cried out: “What did you buy for breakfast? Why does it smell so amazing? I’m about to cry from hunger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he dashed into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four women in the living room exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick wash, Li Heng plopped down and immediately said to Sui Sui: “Sui Sui, I’m going to Jingcheng for a bit—I’ll be back soon. The house is yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui instinctively thought of Song Yu but didn’t ask—she replied with quiet grace: “Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Wanying asked: “Li Heng, did you stay up all night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng took a big bite of scallion oil pancake and mumbled: “Mm-hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu asked: “Did you start your new book?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “new book,” Xiao Shihe subtly perked up her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng nodded: “You got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shihe’s lips twitched, as if to speak, then stayed silent—her cherry lips were filled with tofu pudding. She hadn’t cared much for tofu pudding before, but after drinking it often with Li Heng and Sui Sui over the past year, she’d grown fond of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xiaozhu was curious about the new book and asked: “How many words do you plan to write?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng thought: “Hard to say—probably around three hundred thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to Bai Wanying: “After one night, have you changed your mind, Wan Ying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant the offer he’d made last night—to lend her money for her treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Wanying smiled and declined again: “Thank you for your kindness. If by my senior year I still haven’t saved enough, I’ll come beg you then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng waved his hand: “Forget that last part—it sounds too cold between classmates. But you’ve got a year and a half before senior year—you don’t need to overthink it. Your health matters most. Maybe if you heal sooner, you’ll earn more in that year and a half.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Wanying said: “I know, but I still insist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. Hearing that, Li Heng gave up trying to persuade her—if she wouldn’t change her mind, more words would only annoy her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast, Li Heng took a shower, changed clothes, and headed for the airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, he called Huang Zhaoyi at the campus gate and asked her to book him a ticket to Jingcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he left, Wei Xiaozhu wheeled Bai Wanying out too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the large house was left with only Sui Sui and Xiao Shihe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui cleared the leftover food from the coffee table and went into the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Xiao Shihe hesitated briefly on the sofa, then couldn’t resist following him inside. Once in, she pretended to touch the bookshelf, then casually glanced at the manuscript on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s pause, she walked over, picked up the manuscript, and began reading it carefully in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust Settles?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new title? Quite evocative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the title page for a while, then turned to Chapter One: Wild Mockingbird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She read through thirteen short paragraphs with focused attention and realized that Li Heng’s writing—already renowned for its elegance—had improved further: the language was more refined, the imagery deeper, every line brimming with philosophy and rhythm. Without realizing it, she was fully immersed in the story and its world, the flow seamless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the manuscript, a sudden thought flashed through her mind: It felt like reading a modern version of Dream of the Red Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This inexplicably stirred a quiet fondness in Xiao Shihe’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui had watched every fluid motion of her friend—she smiled gently, satisfied she’d achieved her goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d deliberately entered the study because she’d sensed her friend’s longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier in the living room, when Wei Xiaozhu and Bai Wanying had left, Xiao Shihe had remained seated on the sofa, pretending to read a newspaper, but her eyes kept flicking toward the study. Clearly, she was eager to read his new book—but wouldn’t say so outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui knew her friend had two favorite pastimes: reading, especially classics—when she found a book she loved, she’d reread it endlessly—and music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undeniably, Xiao Shihe’s two passions were precisely the areas where Li Heng excelled most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Sui Sui wondered: Was this fate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though she’d once harbored doubts, over the past year and a half, the relationship between Li Heng and Xiao Shihe had always been pure—Sui Sui found no trace of anything improper, and ultimately attributed it to fate’s strange design, weaving coincidence into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just Sui Sui who’d wondered—Sun Man and Ye Ning had also suspected, yet found no evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Professor Yu, who frequently collaborated with Li Heng and Xiao Shihe, had sensed something unusual first—she’d noticed that someone had developed feelings for Xiao Shihe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Xiao Shihe finally turned the last page. When she finished reading the final words, she felt a sudden emptiness—gone already? It was over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Sui Sui asked: “How is his new book?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still lost in the world of the book, Xiao Shihe stood silently before the desk, saying nothing—she simply handed the manuscript to Sui Sui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui took it, sat down, and began reading slowly, savoring every sentence, every paragraph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Xiao Shihe asked out of nowhere: “Is she in Jingcheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui’s heart tightened—she knew her friend was probing about the woman “Man Ning said could rival Shihe”—Song Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Xiao Shihe had made two sudden advances before, Sui Sui had prepared herself; even now, when the topic arose abruptly, she showed no sign of unease, feigning confusion: “Who’s in Jingcheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shihe carefully observed Sui Sui’s micro-expressions, then smiled lightly: “Nothing. I was just wondering—his new book just began, and he’s in the flow—why would he suddenly decide to go to Jingcheng?” Sui Sui thought for a moment and shook her head: “Maybe he made plans with his family last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shihe had heard him call out “Mom” last night—this guess seemed plausible. She changed the subject: “His new book doesn’t have the depth of Bai Luyuan, but I feel it deeply. After returning from Aba, his writing has reached a state of simplicity and authenticity—rare indeed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shihe had truly recognized its brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the new book, Li Heng had stalled so long and delayed writing because he wanted to surpass the original.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While researching reference materials, he’d mentally drafted countless versions—months of accumulation had produced today’s result, far surpassing the original in skill, not just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was precisely why Chapter One had already won over Xiao Shihe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past year and a half at Fudan, Sui Sui—who originally had little literary background—had also been subtly shaped by the atmosphere, and now felt the power of the words Xiao Shihe described.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Sui said: “He said he won’t publish it until he finishes the whole book.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shihe agreed: “If he maintains this state, the new book might bring him countless honors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Xiao Shihe had always followed Bai Luyuan closely—just as many newspapers said, Bai Luyuan had the strength to compete for the next Mao Dun Literature Prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever she read such news, she couldn’t help imagining: What would it be like for a twenty-something to win the Mao Dun Literature Prize?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How immense would its influence be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was only November now; according to the Writers’ Association’s announcement, the third Mao Dun Literature Prize would begin its selection process in December.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eligibility period was novels published between 1985 and 1988.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bai Luyuan\" just barely caught the last train as time was slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Zhou Shihe, like many other readers, quietly watched, wondering whether this man who kept accidentally provoking her could sweep through all opposition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Heng arrived, Huang Zhao had already been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the crowd and her public reputation, she did not approach him closely; instead, she had her female secretary—whom she treated like a sister—hand him the tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng took the tickets and asked, “Where is she?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young female secretary said, “She’s in the waiting lounge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was surprised: “She’s going to Jingcheng too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary gave him a knowing smile, answering without words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng understood: the Great Blue Dress had originally planned to stay in Hushi for two days, but changed her itinerary on the spot because he was going to Jingcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the waiting lounge, Huang Zhao sat alone in a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng walked around and sat down beside her, ignoring her unspoken wish to keep their distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao held a newspaper, stunned at first, then a surge of wild joy rose in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t avoiding her in public—nearly brought her to tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart raced, but she forced her expression calm, nodded to him without removing her sunglasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng settled in and said, “Give me a newspaper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao glanced around and handed him a few copies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng read the paper, then asked after a while, “Why are you sitting here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao replied, “I haven’t sat in a waiting lounge in a long time. Wanted to experience it once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng made no comment, then asked, “Will someone meet you in Jingcheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao’s eyes stayed on the paper, but her red lips whispered, “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said, “Take me to Beida.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao said, “Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked, “Don’t you want to know why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao spoke in a voice only he could hear, weakly: “You’re my man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng looked at her. “Have you been drinking lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao’s heart pounded several times. “I drank some red wine last night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked, “How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao said, “Half a glass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said, “Half a glass of red wine shouldn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Huang Zhao still didn’t understand his implication after thirty years of life, she’d wasted them all. She lifted the newspaper slightly to hide her trembling emotions and asked, “I missed my chance last time—do you still allow me to get pregnant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked back, “Don’t you want to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao fought back the flood of love: “I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, she thought: I dream of it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng paused. “Try again. If it doesn’t work, we’ll wait until I graduate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao heard his deeper meaning: he had many women—he couldn’t waste all his chances on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If both attempts failed, it meant fate had chosen someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao had no complaints. He’d already given her the first two chances—that was already favor. She was content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he hadn’t shut the door completely. If this one failed, he’d still consider it after graduation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he was willing to have a child with her. It meant he wouldn’t let her remain childless for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trip to the airport wasn’t wasted. Huang Zhao longed to hide in a corner and cry quietly—after waiting so long, love had finally come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the plane, their seats were side by side. Li Heng wasn’t surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put down his backpack and said, “Didn’t sleep last night. I’m exhausted. I’ll nap first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay.” Huang Zhao kept her sunglasses on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But behind them, her eyes lingered on him, gentle as a lamb, filled with tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a sleepless night, Li Heng slept soundly on the plane. When he woke again, they had arrived in Jingcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his half-open eyes, Huang Zhao said, “We’re about to land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng sat up and looked outside: the plane was descending toward the runway, cold wind howling, sparse snowflakes drifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, “Snowing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao said, “Just started. The forecast says heavy snow tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng turned back. “You still check Jingcheng’s weather forecast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhao said, “I perform here often. It’s become a habit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After disembarking, they walked toward the exit, one behind the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She deliberately fell several steps behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng frowned slightly but understood: she was avoiding suspicion, thinking of him—she didn’t want their private relationship exposed too soon and reach Song Yu or the other women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the exit, the female secretary hurried over and led him to a quieter spot to board the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng opened the door and got in. “Anyone else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary automatically sat in the driver’s seat. “The driver already left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng said nothing, closed his eyes, and pretended to nap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the secretary started the car and drove toward Beida.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway there, he suddenly asked, “How long have you held this position?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary answered, “By this December, I’ve served Sister Huang for exactly twelve years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Liu Bei or Ceng Yun, who called Yu Guang “Miss Yu,” she called her “Sister”—a sign of their extraordinary closeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was puzzled. “I didn’t see you much last year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary explained: “When Sister Huang still taught at Xijuxue Academy, I shuttled between Hushi and Xiangjiang. It’s normal you never saw me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made sense. Li Heng said, “Find me a flower shop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the secretary turned left at the next intersection, then right, and soon spotted a flower shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng bought two bouquets of roses: one he held, the other he placed on the back seat. “Give this one on the back seat to Zhao Yi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary memorized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the rest of the ride, the car was silent. Li Heng seized the chance to nap again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly awards!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First update.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3013,"2026-06-19T15:27:37.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1ed61b4b16b6368fa4bb5e2d06a31c0e9e50e268b86dea88df979a5748037e48","1987-my-era-chapter-552","1987-my-era-chapter-550",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]