[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dreaming-back-to-1997-i-became-the-forefather-of":3,"chapter-dreaming-back-to-1997-i-became-the-forefather-of-dreaming-back-to-1997-i-became-the-forefather-of-chapter-51":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Dreaming Back to 1997: I Became the Forefather of Web Novels",{"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},2348285,4589,"Chapter 51: Pizi Cai is Stunned","dreaming-back-to-1997-i-became-the-forefather-of-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>Tainan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the latest chapter, Pizi Cai went to take a shower. When he finished and brewed a cup of coffee, he sat down at his computer to check the comments on today's new chapter, and the expression on his face gradually became more and more bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the trend of the comments on today's new chapter was completely different from what he had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't decided to write the heroine, Qingwu Feiyang, to death on a whim; it had been planned long ago, and he had been laying the groundwork for this chapter all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he shaped Qingwu Feiyang to be beautiful and unique, then he shaped the love between the hero and heroine to be very romantic. He had laid the groundwork for so long just to shock the readers' hearts to the greatest extent when she died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he had also anticipated that after this chapter was posted, there would be many dissatisfied and protesting readers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he had always wanted to write was a deeply moving love story, not a sweet, everyday romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Art should be about destroying the most beautiful things for everyone to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what was going on with these comments in front of him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were they all cursing him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had laid the groundwork for so long; the lupus erythematosus on Qingwu Feiyang had long hinted that she might die. Didn't everyone have any psychological preparation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was your reaction so intense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the stinging comments caught his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn! Are you sick? Zhongyuan Yidianhui wrote Ran Jing to death, and you followed suit and wrote Qingwu Feiyang to death? The physical book was only published a few days ago, right? You copy pretty fast, kid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was so dazed just now, I thought I was still reading *The Days of Living with a Flight Attendant*. I specifically scrolled to the very top of the page and found that I hadn't remembered wrong; this is *First Intimate Contact*. Why did the heroine die too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! What kind of plague is going around lately? Do all heroines have to die?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ran Jing: I'm dead. Qingwu Feiyang: You're dead, I'm not living either!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I almost smashed my computer just now, damn! Can you guys do that? I watched *The Days of Living with a Flight Attendant*, and Ran Jing died for me to see. Today I heard this book was written well and the heroine didn't die, but as soon as I saw the latest chapter, Qingwu Feiyang immediately died for me to see? Am I not worthy of reading your books? Why are you treating me like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Author, what were you thinking? You don't get famous like this, do you? Someone else writes their heroine to death, and you write yours to death too? Playing at 'all roads lead to the same end,' right? No matter what the novel is, the heroine dies in the end?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pizi Cai looked at these comments, finally understood what was going on, and then he was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never dreamed that such a coincidence would occur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew about *The Days of Living with a Flight Attendant*; he had been reading it recently too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that book was published earlier than his, it could be considered the first novel released on the internet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt that book was written well, and the key was that its popularity was much higher than his *First Intimate Contact*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subconsciously, he also wanted to study how that book became a hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to learn from the other party's strengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even knew that the book had recently been published in the mainland and had held five consecutive book signings. It was very glorious, with both fame and profit, and he was quite envious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that he lived in Wanwan and couldn't buy the physical copy of that book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also because of this that he didn't know how the plot of that book was written later on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, it gave him such a big surprise...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plots were identical?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ran Jing died? And my Qingwu Feiyang followed suit and died?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this very moment, a strong thought crossed his mind: while there weren't many readers who had seen today's new chapter yet, he should hurry and change the plot of this chapter. Qingwu Feiyang couldn't die! He had to hurry and write her back to life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't bring himself to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was the main plot, which had been set long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had laid the groundwork for so long just so that when the heroine died, it would be more moving, making readers shed tears and leaving a deep impression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could be said that only with Qingwu Feiyang's death could the quality of this book be elevated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Qingwu Feiyang didn't die and lived until the grand finale, this story would be very ordinary. What would be special about it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the computer, Pizi Cai fell into a long period of struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at a loss, completely not knowing what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human joys and sorrows are not connected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, while Pizi Cai was at a loss in Tainan, Cao Sheng was eating a big meal alone in Huizhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the last ten days, he had run through five big cities like he was rushing to a show. Although the food wasn't bad, it didn't really suit his taste. After eating like that for so many days, his stomach was already feeling quite uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, today when he returned to Huizhou, he woke up from a nap in the dormitory, washed up, and went to the first floor of Old Street. He ordered a few dishes he wanted to eat and also asked for a bottle of iced beer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the dishes here in Huizhou were different from his hometown food, they were still part of the same cuisine, and since he went to school here, he had long been used to eating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Braised lion's head meatballs, preserved vegetable pork belly, one-pot stew, old duck soup, braised hairy tofu, and stir-fried pork liver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all things he loved to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When ordering, he just picked what he wanted to eat. Only when all the dishes were served on the table did he realize he had ordered too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so many dishes, how could he finish them all by himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such hot weather, if he packed them to take back to the dormitory, they would probably be spoiled by tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he was a bit annoyed now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, his annoyance was different from Pizi Cai's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he couldn't finish it alone, while eating, he subconsciously looked left and right, wanting to see if there were any acquaintances in the shop today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were, he would call them over to eat together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would count as a favor, and it was better than wasting the food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his disappointment, until he was full and went to pay the bill, he hadn't seen a single acquaintance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were indeed quite a few dishes left on the table. He couldn't bear to waste them, so he had to call the waiter to pack them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the takeout box out of the first floor of Old Street, he walked toward the school as if taking a stroll. Looking around while walking, it wasn't long before he saw a ragged beggar on the side of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over and placed the takeout box in front of the beggar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he left amidst the beggar's words of thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the streets of '98, there were still beggars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After staying in the dormitory for one night, the next morning, Cao Sheng boarded the train home. Unlike every other time he took the train and sat in a hard seat, this time he bought a soft sleeper ticket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because there was no need to be as frugal as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft sleepers were indeed much more comfortable than hard seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, a few hours in a hard seat would leave him exhausted all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, when he got off the train at his hometown county station, his entire state was even better than before he got on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had slept well throughout the journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swaying train bunk was like a baby's cradle, very suitable for sleeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having not been home for half a year, returning to his hometown, he felt that even the air was intimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the air quality in his hometown wasn't as good as in Huizhou, but he just liked the air in his hometown more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coming out of the train station, he hailed a taxi, and the taxi took him directly to his front door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This drew the attention of many people in the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, not many people took a taxi straight home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he got out of the car, a woman shouted from afar: \"Asheng! Why did you come back in a car? Did you get rich from your studies?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Sheng laughed and replied: \"I didn't get rich, I just picked up a hundred yuan on the way back, and money you pick up has to be spent quickly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the commotion at the door, his mother hurried to the gate. Seeing Cao Sheng, she was both surprised and happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Sheng's father came home from work at the kiln. Even from a meter or two away, one could smell the stench of sweat on him; the temperature in July was already high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving bricks every day in a kiln that still had residual heat, it was impossible for his clothes not to be soaked through by sweat several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was young and ignorant, Cao Sheng thought his dad had a really strong body; others couldn't endure this kind of hardship, but his dad could do it year after year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he only felt heartache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, that night after their family finished dinner, he went back to his bedroom and brought out the suitcase he had brought back today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of his parents, he opened the suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suitcase was filled with clothes and shoes he had bought for his parents, as well as the fifty thousand yuan in cash he had withdrawn from the bank before getting on the train that morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he poured all five stacks of hundred-yuan bills from the brown paper bag onto the Eight Immortals table, his parents were both stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>",1759,"2026-06-21T01:55:54.452Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","eac1653ed40caa0205bd599152cb6750d514d39964464163f508c2cd5bb43b09","dreaming-back-to-1997-i-became-the-forefather-of-chapter-52","dreaming-back-to-1997-i-became-the-forefather-of-chapter-50",338,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdreaming-back-to-1997-i-became-the-forefather-of-cover.jpg"]