[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-126":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising in 1979",{"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},2260834,4412,"Chapter 126: Fairy Tale New Work: Forest Guardian, Mouse Nemesis (Guaranteed Second Update)","rising-in-1979-chapter-126",126,"\u003Cp>Actually, Biaozi and Xiao Mei’s vacation hadn’t ended yet; they just came back to check on everyone and show off a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, really they came back mainly to show off, so they stayed overnight—this show-off had to be done properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lights out and in bed, Mei Wenhua said that after deducting costs and expenses, he and his brother had made exactly 500 yuan—250 each—more than a year’s salary!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with round-trip travel and selling goods, it only took seven or eight days—totally awesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet for Wei Ming, who carried over five thousand yuan, this barely stirred any emotion; he cared more about how Biaozi got that bruise around his eye and why it made him grin so disgustingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was Yanzi,” he wriggled on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming grew even more curious: “What did you do to Yanzi? Why did she hit you like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi burst out laughing uncontrollably: “I—I kissed her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua, who had just been enthusiastically telling Feng Ge how easy it was to make money in Shenzhen, fell silent. He stared at Biaozi below: “Damn, you bastard—you’re serious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi: “I went to return her money, and when I saw her counting it, she looked so cute—I couldn’t help but give her a kiss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other three asked in unison: “Where did you kiss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi: “On the face—where else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You didn’t kiss her ass, did you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua felt a bit better; Wei Ming asked: “You kissed her cheek once, and then she punched you twice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi recalled: “First she gave me one punch. Then she went back to school. Someone noticed a red mark on her face, so she came back and punched the other side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Ge sneered: “You’re this big, and you let some little girl hit you like that? Where’s the combat training I taught you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi: “Feng Ge, you don’t get it. This is called ‘hit me, you love me’—she never hits anyone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming asked the key question: “Biaozi, after she punched you, did she take the money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi: “She took it. I even gave her all the money I made, told her it was her profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Wenhua just found out: “Biaozi, you’re an idiot—you just wasted your trip!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wanted her to think I’m capable,” Biaozi sank into sweet delusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming nodded: “If you kissed her and she threw the money in your face yelling ‘dirty pervert,’ you’d be done. But since she took the money, she’s probably just shy. She didn’t hit you because she was angry—she hit you because she was flustered. Looks like you two are fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wei Ming’s expert analysis, Biaozi perked up: “Ming Ge, does this mean we’re officially dating now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming’s eyes flickered: “Next time you see her, try kissing her lips.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi felt both thrilled and terrified: “I kissed her cheek and she punched my eye socket—if I kiss her lips, won’t she knock out all my teeth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From my experience, when you kiss a girl’s lips, her whole body goes limp—she loses all fighting ability.” Wei Ming thought of Melinda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi listened intently to this wisdom; Mei Wenhua listened even more intently, almost wanting to jot it down in a notebook—though he worried about how different foreign girls’ bodies might be from Beijing girls’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the talk about boys and girls, Mei Wenhua remembered his real purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feng Ge, Ming Ge, since we still have a few days left of vacation, I want to go to Shenzhen again. Biaozi, you coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I’m coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then where’s your capital? I’ve got five now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biaozi waved his hand: “No problem—I’ll go ask Yanzi for more tomorrow. Besides, besides…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blushed. Of course he wanted to test Ming Ge’s technique. Just thinking about it kept him awake all night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming suddenly sat up, leaned over the table, and wrote a letter: “Since you’re going to Shenzhen again, you’ll pass through Guangzhou—could you deliver this letter for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ming Ge, you’ve got a sweetheart in Guangzhou too?” Mei Wenhua exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up—it’s for a company.” Wei Ming shook the envelope; the recipient was Pacific Audio & Video Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pacific Company, unavoidable in mainland pop music history, was founded around this time last year—the first mainland company to release stereo cassette tapes. Zhu Fengbo’s album “Roses Bloom Everywhere” was their debut hit; sales are probably two or three million now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Biaozi and Xiao Mei rode back into the city early—they were fired up about making money and planned to catch tonight’s train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they left, Liu Rulong came by, asked around, then went to the school magazine to find Wei Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming was working on a new fairy tale; during finals, there wasn’t much news to report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Ming, here’s the illustration for ‘The Brave One’—what do you think of the style?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming took it and casually handed back his sunglasses: “Biaozi and Xiao Mei came back from Shenzhen—they brought you this. They thanked your cousin for helping them—they couldn’t have found their way without him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah Long smiled awkwardly: “A few days ago I called my cousin to ask if he helped. He said don’t introduce poor guys like them to him again—it embarrassed him to have to help someone with five hundred yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming laughed: “Five hundred yuan? I was worried they’d lose it. To them, that’s a fortune—but this time they’re taking over a thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then examined Ah Long’s illustrations. Wei Ming hadn’t seen the original picture book, but Ah Long’s skill was more than enough. After Wei Ming nodded approval, Liu Rulong pulled out a slip of paper: “Here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Rulong: “You asked for it—our school’s Ma Jingwu is currently filming at this address.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect!” Wei Ming slipped it into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he pulled out several sheets: “These are character designs for my new story. This is the first chapter—draw me some more illustrations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah Long: “Let me see—you drew a cat and a mouse? Let me read the story.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lunch, Wei Ming treated Ah Long to a meal and discussed the new story’s style. Once Ah Long left, Wei Ming dug out the unsold bootleg foreign music cassettes, wrote another letter, and mailed everything to Zhu Lin, who was filming in some remote mountain valley in Yunnan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, the package left Beijing with Biaozi and Xiao Mei. Wei Ming wondered whether Biaozi got punched again by Yanzi—he’d have to wait until he returned to find out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later, Ah Long finished the illustrations and went on break. He’d come to Wei Ming’s with his luggage, and Peking University students were leaving one after another; for days, Wei Ming stood at the South Gate, seeing off old friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Liu Zhenyun and Guo Jianmei, inseparable; like Liang Zuo, alone; and not-so-familiar Cha Haisheng, plus the 77th and 78th batch senior sisters he’d grown close to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming inspected Ah Long’s illustrations and was very satisfied: “So you drew these illustrations while taking final exams?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Rulong: “I found drawing this cat surprisingly easy—my speed was astonishing. I even think it could be turned into an animated film.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming smiled: “Speaking of animation, I forgot to tell you—the ‘Tian Shu Qitan’ is being adapted into an animated movie by Meiyingchang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!” Liu Rulong’s voice nearly pierced the ceiling. “How could you forget something this big?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was an animated feature—Meiyingchang had made only a handful of animated features! This meant their Dan Sheng could share equal status with Da Sheng and Nezha—the two top-tier mythological icons with built-in audiences!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calm down, calm down—the script hasn’t even been written yet,” Wei Ming said. “Since you’re so excited, should I recommend you for a junior role there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Yes yes yes!” Ah Long was ecstatic—he’d dreamed of joining Meiyingchang, even as a junior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming added: “You won’t be a junior. You’re the designer of Dan Sheng—if they keep your designs, your name will be on the opening credits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made Ah Long beam even brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So are you buying your ticket home today?” Wei Ming pointed to his luggage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Rulong asked: “When do you get break? I thought we could go home together—have company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow was Little New Year; Wei Ming’s break started the day after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, let’s go together.” Wei Ming told him to bunk on Xiao Mei’s bed for two nights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to visit Uncle Anping. Do you want to come with me, or eat in the cafeteria?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Rulong waved his hand: “I’ll eat in the cafeteria.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wei Ming took the manuscript and illustrations to Aunt Xiao Yan and piggybacked a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this fresh story and the amusing character designs, Aunt Xiao Yan, busy preparing dinner, told him to tell it straight to Xi Zi and Le Le.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming cleared his throat and made his voice squeaky: “Do you know Black Cat Inspector?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both little heads shook. Wei Ming: “Now we’re going to tell his story. He wears a pure white peaked cap, a tight black bulletproof suit, two bright blue eyes shining, and stiff whiskers neatly arranged on either side of his mouth…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he showed them the illustrations—Black Cat Inspector’s heroic image instantly came alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wei Ming told the tale, the two kids on their small stools listened with rapt attention—even when dinner was ready, they refused to stop, begging him to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming reluctantly finished this segment. Fortunately, he’d written only six thousand words—just one case. The first appearance of the Warehouse Mouse: all were captured except one, a rat that escaped with an ear missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The escaped rat was naturally Black Cat Inspector’s lifelong enemy: “One-Ear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four tiny palms clapped red with delight—they loved the story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wei Anping said: “This story isn’t over, is it? One rat got away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “Right. It’s a serialized fairy tale—each episode is a case. One-Ear will appear again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the two kids protested again—they wanted to see Black Cat Inspector catch One-Ear. They found this story easier to understand than Dan Sheng’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t help it—I haven’t written it yet,” Wei Ming spread his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaoyan put her hands on her hips: “Eat first! Then Dad has something important to announce~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(There should be more—if the update drops at midnight, remember to vote. If not, spit and leave~)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1744,"2026-06-19T16:30:57.111Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a86680916ef459c7abc2e15ac1c47ad00e63e4f667db764f14fcb48595cb6c3f","rising-in-1979-chapter-127","rising-in-1979-chapter-125",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]