[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-146":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},2260854,4412,"Chapter 146: Queen, Would You Ride With Me? (Guaranteed Second Update)","rising-in-1979-chapter-146",146,"\u003Cp>Wei Ming held the envelope: “Yangwu Town—this is it. Thank you, sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming repeatedly thanked the tractor driver who had given them a ride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, they would use the address to find the person who wrote the letter, then have her guide them to the suspected individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming first went to the town’s supply and marketing cooperative, bought a few packs of Yuxi cigarettes, then asked the clerk for the address.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Dr. Xu’s place? Not far. Keep going down this street, turn at the second intersection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually they arrived outside a courtyard—it still looked like a clinic—someone was being treated, and the doctor was a woman in her thirties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the patient left, Wei Ming spoke up: “Hello, may I ask if Cui Cuicui lives here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female doctor eyed them suspiciously: “You’re not here to see a doctor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we’re looking for someone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking for her for what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We want to find someone through her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a little girl with two braids ran in from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female doctor pointed at the girl: “This is the person you’re looking for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Cuicui: “Who’s looking for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming was stunned—it was just a little girl. No wonder her handwriting was so childish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out the letter and handed it to her: “Hello, it’s me. You should recognize me, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Cui Cuicui widened her eyes, stared at Wei Ming from head to toe, then hurriedly pulled him into the back courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come with me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Cunmao and Long Xiaoyang hesitated, then didn’t follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were more buildings in the back courtyard, and a shed where a white horse was kept—small in size but strikingly noble, likely a Dian horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard, Cui Cuicui first expressed her admiration for Wei Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love your novels so much—you’re the greatest writer in my heart. I never imagined you’d actually come here—it feels like a dream!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan mentality—he understood: “I can sign something for you later, but first, tell me: where is the woman who fled from Sichuan-Chongqing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Cuicui calmed down and pointed at the female doctor: “Does she look like the person you’re looking for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming couldn’t tell—he asked: “Who is she to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s my mother,” Cui Cuicui said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming asked: “May I ask—how old are you? How old is your mother? And what’s her name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Cuicui: “You asked three questions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming smiled and handed her three White Rabbit candies: “Will you answer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Cuicui eagerly took the candies: “I’m twelve. My mom is thirty. Her name is Xu Yingying. Want to ask more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “Age matches, but the name doesn’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his article, Wei Ming hadn’t revealed his aunt’s name—she was still young then, and if adopted, a name change would be normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Cui Cuicui sighed: “Oh, so I’m not your cousin after all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she first read Wei Ming’s article in the *Youth and Middle Age Daily*, she’d dreamed for months of being the great writer’s cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming shook his head: “Not necessarily. I brought my older brother—he might be able to confirm. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming returned with Cui Cuicui to the clinic area, only to find his older brother already chatting with Xu Yingying—his Sichuan-Chongqing accent had sparked her willingness to talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he listened, Wei Ming sensed trouble: Xu Yingying had never changed her name; she’d always been called this since she could remember, and she’d fled to Yunnan with her mother, who didn’t survive the journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she wasn’t from Ya’an—she was from Panzhihua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming then explained his purpose to Dr. Xu, and only then did his older brother realize she was the person mentioned in the letter—but clearly not his younger sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Xu stood and shook Wei Ming’s hand: “I thought it strange—why would outsiders suddenly come looking for Cui Cuicui? My husband passed away back home; I have no other relatives except my husband and daughter. Sorry to have sent you on a wild goose chase.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming waved it off: “Not a waste. I met one of my young readers, and along the way I saw many beautiful Yunnan landscapes—it enriched my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Xiaoyang nodded in agreement: “Big brother’s right!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Xu said: “You’re distant guests and fellow provincials—have dinner here. My husband would love to meet you, the great writer. All those magazines Cui Cuicui reads? He bought them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, where’s your husband? I haven’t seen him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He works at the commune—he’s busy. Forget him for now. I’ll cook. Cui Cuicui, entertain the guests.” Dr. Xu rolled up her sleeves and headed to the back courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Cuicui quickly brought over copies of *Shouhuo* and *Dangdai*, knowing he’d sign them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Signing on magazines felt unprofessional, but he didn’t have his own book yet—soon, though. Once his collected works were published, he’d mail her a copy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so young—can you even understand my novels?” Wei Ming pulled out a fountain pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Cuicui: “What’s hard to understand? I’m in fifth grade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Xiaoyang flipped through Wei Ming’s novel, strained to read—but felt ashamed; he’d forgotten many characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After signing the dedication, Wei Ming looked at the horse in the courtyard and asked: “What’s its name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ni Bai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why such a strange name?” “When Mom first bought it, it was skinny and covered in mud—but after a bath, it turned white. So we called it Ni Bai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming praised: “Great name! Can I borrow it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming blushed: “I have a friend nearby—I want to ride over to see her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d confirmed with the tractor driver—the village where *The Traitor* was filming wasn’t far from this town. Walking would be tough, but with a Dian horse skilled on mountain paths, it’d be perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course you can borrow it! But can you ride?” Dr. Xu’s cheerful voice came from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming replied: “Sister, my dad raised livestock back home—I’ve ridden horses, donkeys, mules, oxen—all of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dr. Xu said: “Then ride. You two can stay overnight. My husband won’t be back until noon, so you can talk literature properly tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed—he wouldn’t make it back today after this detour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming looked at his older brother and cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His older brother had no objections—Xiaoming wanted to meet this friend so badly, she must be very important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Xiaoyang: “I don’t know if she’s important, but I know she’s a woman—and an actress!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lunch, having confirmed the route, Wei Ming left his older brother and cousin at the clinic, mounted Ni Bai, and rode off to find Zhu Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the road was rough, the scenery was beautiful—he even stopped to take two landscape photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this era, photos without people were already a luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he rode, he suddenly saw rocks scattered across the path ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming pulled the reins tight, halted the horse, and scanned the surroundings—no ambush, just rocks fallen from the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many, too large to clear—no need to bother. Ni Bai leapt over them effortlessly and continued on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After passing two villages, Mount Ailao rose before him—he’d finally reached the Hani village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has anyone come to film a movie here recently?” After failing to communicate with several elders, he asked a young man—this time, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes yes yes! I’ll take you.” The young man was enthusiastic—though the elders were too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through conversation, Wei Ming realized their warmth was because of Ni Bai—Dr. Xu was well-known in the area, and everyone recognized the horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming chuckled: “Aren’t you afraid I’m a horse thief?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man suddenly realized—oh right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the young man grow wary, Wei Ming laughed: “Her daughter is Cui Cuicui, twelve, fifth grade. Her husband is Cui Sheng, works at the commune. We’re friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man relaxed—he didn’t look like a thief; he was tall, handsome, and dignified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hani youth led Wei Ming to a house where a cage held several snakes—he’d heard Yunnan folks ate everything, snakes, insects, rodents, you name it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky for him—he’d eaten snake soup before, and even wanted to grill one with Zhu Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After explaining his purpose, the homeowner told him the film crew had gone into the mountains and hadn’t returned for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming asked the young man: “Which path do they usually take to return to the village?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming could almost picture it—Zhu Lin, exhausted after a long day of filming, arriving at the village gate, only to see an old friend on a white horse grinning at her with a dazzling smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hahaha—I’d be moved to tears if I were a woman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Lin didn’t keep him waiting—before dusk, a group appeared in the distance, some carrying equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming was about to wave when he saw Zhu Lin, pale and weak, being supported by someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately rode over: “Sister Zhu, what happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheeks were flushed—he thought she’d eaten poison mushrooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?” the male second lead asked, looking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Old Ma Jingwu recognized him at once: “Little Wei? What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “Long story—I’ll tell you later. What’s wrong with Sister Zhu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director stepped forward: “This damn weather keeps shifting between cold and hot. Xiao Zhu felt feverish at noon but kept working. By the time we finished today’s shots, she was like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Lin was too sick to show surprise, but internally, she was overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought she’d hallucinated from fever—how could Little Wei be here, riding a white horse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone was talking to him—he was real!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange… why did she suddenly want to cry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming said: “If you’re sick, get to a doctor right away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director: “There’s no doctor in the village. Oh—Xiao Zhu brought her own medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Na Renhua fretted: “But the fever medicine is all gone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Wei Ming extended his hand: “Come with me—I know where to find a doctor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director refused outright, since he wasn’t familiar with him: “We have a car—it’s faster to drive to town.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “The road to town is blocked by falling rocks—your car can’t get through. There’s no time—hurry, get on horseback!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(There may not be a third update later—I’ll try my best, but I’m just not feeling energetic today—sorry… and please drop a vote~)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1723,"2026-06-19T16:30:57.111Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","906d52d5b9262bbc724203fcbffd19c6cbb9059f94867e3be258757f337377f7","rising-in-1979-chapter-147","rising-in-1979-chapter-145",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]