[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981":3,"chapter-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-115":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","That Year, the Flowers Bloomed in 1981",{"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},2294533,4489,"Chapter 115: You Want Me to Go Bad?","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>We want a whole roasted duck, another half duck, two portions of wood ear mushroom with pork, spicy chicken, fried shrimp chips, and sea cucumber soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering Quanjude, Wen Leyu grabbed the menu and rattled off her order in rapid succession, giving off a surprising air of sophistication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the same Wen Leyu from Qingshui County at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when she turned back to talk with Li Ye, she reverted once more to that calm, casual girl whose eyes spoke volumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this enough to eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye held up four fingers: “Add four taels of rice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu immediately said: “Five taels of rice, and add two taels of lotus leaf cakes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Li Ye had a big appetite and feared he wouldn’t be full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Quanjude waiters were quite amiable; seeing these two little adults splurging, they didn’t laugh, but merely reminded them—the duck is easy to take away, you’d better eat the dishes and soup first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: you little rich kid, don’t treat money like it’s nothing—if you can’t finish it, don’t just pack it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you only looked at the price, this meal seemed “not expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood ear mushroom with pork: 0.95 yuan, spicy chicken: 2.6 yuan, fried shrimp chips: 4.4 yuan, Shandong sea cucumber soup: 2 yuan, rice: 0.03 yuan per tael, lotus leaf cakes: 0.1 yuan for two taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roasted duck: 8 to 10 yuan per whole duck, half duck: 4 to 5 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All together, this meal came to just over twenty yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what did twenty yuan mean in 1982?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everyone in Beijing was wealthy; most people earned only thirty to forty yuan a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that thirty to forty yuan likely had to support an entire extended family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wen Leyu’s extravagance looked a bit wasteful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye had no intention of Quanjie  her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl had been tagging along with him for over half a year in Qingshui County, eating his meals without hesitation—but the quiet wish to properly repay him had surely been brewing inside her for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls have self-respect too, you know—this small wish of hers must be fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Must be fulfilled big time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Burp~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m full, really full, you eat fast—this duck won’t taste good if it gets cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye let out a loud burp and pushed the half duck back to Wen Leyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waiter had said to eat the dishes first, then the duck, so Wen Leyu hadn’t touched her half—she’d pushed it all to Li Ye’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those days, certain traditional customs in Shenzhou hadn’t yet vanished: at family meals, men and children ate first, women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, to break all inequality—I absolutely won’t let Wen Leyu suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Li Ye, who was only nine-tenths full, pretended to be utterly stuffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu asked curiously: “Really full? Your appetite seems smaller than before!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye hurriedly said: “I ate a lot of snacks on the train—I haven’t digested them yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu nodded, squinting and asking in Dongshan dialect: “Tasty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye answered sincerely: “Really tasty—the chef’s skill is top-notch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Li Ye had eaten roast duck in Beijing, but it was different from this dish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Quanjude roast duck of 1982—he didn’t know if the chef had sliced it 108 times—but the flavor was truly excellent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to cater to Li Ye’s Dongshan tastes, Wen Leyu had even ordered Shandong-style shrimp and sea cucumber!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All wild ingredients—absolutely delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Wen Leyu relent, smiling as she began eating her half duck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still ate quickly and elegantly, taking tiny bites at high frequency, her cheeks showing little chewing motion—within minutes, she finished the half duck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she pulled out two handkerchiefs, handed one to Li Ye, wiped her mouth, and stood up to pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duck was greasy—the little girl was well prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While paying, Li Ye noticed Wen Leyu had a knitted money pouch—same style as the one she’d given him; the crooked stitching was unmistakably her work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, matching pairs—what matters is sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her pouch wasn’t very full; Li Ye guessed it held no more than fifty or sixty yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After paying, Li Ye teased: “You spent nearly half your pocket money on this meal— Xintengbu ?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu squinted, lips curling: “Why should I mind? When mine runs out, I’ll use yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye froze for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu was getting prettier—and more fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hearing his laughter, Wen Leyu seemed slightly annoyed, clenching her tiny fist as if to punch him, then just laughed it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You actually look good when you laugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye couldn’t laugh anymore—he silently sighed in regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was it 1982? If it were decades later, he could now gently pull this girl into his arms, feel her heartbeat, whisper his love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he had to restrain himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting caught as a hooligan on the street wasn’t a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu noticed the shift in Li Ye’s gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly; she turned away, pushed her bicycle, swung her leg over, and waved at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, I’ll take you to Houhai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me take you instead—you rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said I’d take you—get on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye obediently climbed on, letting the stubborn girl carry him through alleys, swaying wildly and drawing countless disapproving glances from passersby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye’s mood had changed—the more they looked down on him, the happier he felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Go ahead and envy me! Whether single or taken—envy till you die!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Beijing forty years from now, Houhai would be famous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wanderers from all over the country would flock there, wondering if there were really so many innocent girls sitting in dim, hazy bars, waiting for their lucky romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in 1982, Houhai had no bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most famous nearby attraction, Gongwangfu, still housed over two hundred households—no tourism possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the main activity Wen Leyu took Li Ye to do in Houhai was—rowing a boat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Houhai was smaller and less famous than Beihai from “Let Us Row the Boat,” but it was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lakeside was lined with weeping willows; rowing along them in the hot summer provided shade from the glaring sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye and Wen Leyu rented a boat and drifted gently along the shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with the boat, Li Ye’s smile grew ever more unrestrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did couples love rowing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of private space—and unavoidable eye contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the two of you, sitting face-to-face rowing—whose eyes do you look at if not hers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What? The scenery on the water?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you an idiot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such a beautiful girl right here, when else would you stare your fill?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu was still quite open, but being stared at so closely for so long still made her a little shy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she found something to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Ye rowed under a weeping willow, she stood up, grabbed two branches, and bent her head to weave them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was weaving a straw hat—carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she finished, she felt heat on her head—Li Ye had steered the boat out of the shade and into the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu laughed: “I’m making you a straw hat—you don’t need to go find the sun yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye shook his head, whispering: “No, we can’t interrupt their business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Business? What business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu paused, then noticed a boat ahead under the shade, with an umbrella covering two people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl instinctively asked: “What are they doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye said bluntly: “Don’t ask, you’re still a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu froze, slightly annoyed, commanding: “Row over there—I want to see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye looked helplessly at the displeased Wen Leyu, then whispered: “They’re practicing affection like Zhou Yun and Geng Hua—do you want to join them and learn too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film “Lushan Love” had taught men and women across Shenzhou what affection meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single misaligned kiss scene—just cheek-to-cheek contact—had sent countless viewers back for second and third viewings, spending countless movie tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this “child” Wen Leyu knew exactly what “qin zui zui” meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Li Ye helplessly watched Wen Leyu, after a brief moment of confusion, become flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 1982 Beijing, the atmosphere was contradictory—a corrupt trend had already swept in; cheek-to-cheek dancing wasn’t unusual, and some developments were so extreme that Li Ye, from the future, would find them astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By next year, when the crackdown came, many flashy youths with connections were brought down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most conservative girls still resisted this radical Fengqi ; they firmly believed men and women should be kept apart, and modesty and tradition were the only proper path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, a girl like Wen Leyu, if raised all her life in Beijing, would have broad horizons and find such things unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this little girl had lived with her mother in the countryside; now she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, with no rational control over certain things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Splash~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, Wen Leyu flew into a rage, suddenly plunging her hand into the lake and scooping up a great spray of water, drenching Li Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, don’t blame me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu refused to listen, her small arms flailing rapidly, sending wave after wave of water splashing over Li Ye’s head and face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I’ll splash you to death, you dirty pervert.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Who called me a kid just now?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You think I don’t understand? You want me to go bad?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You want me to kiss you? I’ll kiss your big head ghost!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, stop, I’m getting wet—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye kept shielding himself with his hands, but water was formless; even with his superb martial skills, he couldn’t keep it out, could he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, stop, Xiao Yu, don’t splash anymore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you splash again, I’ll fight back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu was having too much fun to stop, no matter what Li Ye said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can break bricks with one hand, kick a dog to death with one kick—yet you’re still getting soaked and humiliated by me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, watch this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden, suppressed thought in Li Ye finally broke through the barriers of reason and surged briefly into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slap-slap-slap~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye swung his shoulders, his arms churning like a high-speed waterwheel, sending a torrent of lake water crashing over Wen Leyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gigglegigglegigglegigglegiggle~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool lake water hitting her skin felt strangely wonderful; she soon slipped into a magical state of playful affection, and the more Li Ye splashed, the more excited she became!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was truly a strange sensation—Wen Leyu finally understood the true meaning of the idiom “unable to stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon after, Wen Leyu sensed something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Li Ye’s gaze was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had spent over half a year with Li Ye; she knew his gaze too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was warm and gentle, calm and balanced—even when they were closest, she had never felt anything improper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, when Li Ye was writing, she would sneakily sit beside him, stretching her neck to press against his and peek over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she was sleepy, she’d rest her head on the desk, pressed right against him, napping safely and comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, in those beautiful eyes of his, why did it seem like sparks were flickering?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thump-thump-thump-thump~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu’s little heart began pounding uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【What’s going on?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1886,"2026-06-20T05:04:59.129Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b062a1190847a85f31a0c7c8dbae794639e8c3bee6bc6fa0114b36e9e0876924","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-116","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-114",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]