Chapter 167

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

"Name?"

"Zhou Fang."

"Do you have your ID card and letter of introduction?"

"Left them in the car."

The police officer at the Police Station routinely screened Zhou Fang, asking questions for a while and making a record.

After a while, Police Station Chief Ni Shengli came over. He was in his forties, not tall but quite spirited. He looked at Zhou Fang, smiled, poured a cup of tea, and said: "You can go enjoy your good fortune. Just now, Chai Mi from Sanjiacun vouched for you, saying you indeed used to live in Sanjiacun before moving away. Otherwise you'd have been processed as a vagrant... but we still need to talk about you stealing melons. I see you're dressed clean and standing straight, why would you think of stealing melons?"

Zhou Fang told Ni Shengli the whole story in detail, stating that he couldn't see the road clearly in the dark, it wasn't intentional, and that the villagers had also given him a beating.

Ni Shengli closed his eyes and nodded: "Here's how we'll handle this. You compensate Song Qingshu for the melons. Pay at market price — one melon counts as ten catties, two yuan each. We counted earlier; the ones you crushed plus the broken vines come to over two hundred, nearly three hundred. You pay him."

"Deal."

"As for you getting beaten, the villagers didn't mean it either. I'll go back and educate the Village Chief. Is that acceptable?"

"Acceptable."

After a few simple questions, Zhou Fang was released.

The process was much faster than he himself had expected.

When he came out, he saw Chai Mi waiting on the street outside the Police Station with her hands behind her back.

White short-sleeved shirt, light blue jeans, a pair of white sneakers — yet none of it matched the fairness of her skin tone.

Clean, carefree.

Zhou Fang couldn't help but laugh wryly. Chai Mi's current appearance and that little Xiao Hei Dan from childhood were worlds apart.

In Zhou Fang's impression, Chai Mi was scrawny, her complexion poor, somewhat sallow and darkish. Thinking back now, it was probably long-term malnutrition.

The intersection of their lives wasn't particularly extensive. When they were little, Chai Mi and Zhou Fang were deskmates in elementary school for two years, then Zhou Fang moved away.

To call them childhood sweethearts would be a bit of self-flattery.

But after Zhou Fang moved away, he actually wrote letters to Chai Mi quite often.

As for why he wrote letters, it might have been because Zhou Fang was young, suddenly went to a strange place, had no friends, no one to talk to, and his parents were busy doing business, giving him very little care, making him feel life was missing something.

So he kept writing letters to Chai Mi.

But Chai Mi's reply letters were very few...

But whenever there was a reply, Zhou Fang kept writing...

Just like on WeChat when you keep messaging a certain person, send several hundred messages, and suddenly she replies with a single "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival" — it was enough to make Zhou Fang inexplicably excited.

But in Zhou Fang's worldview, Chai Mi was his friend of over a dozen years...

Of course, perhaps this was all just Zhou Fang's wishful thinking...

After a dozen years apart, meeting again... although the process had some misunderstandings, and he was beaten by the Village Chief until his face swelled like a capybara, it still couldn't hide his somewhat excited mood.

Zhou Fang quickened his pace, walked up to Chai Mi. The thousands of words he had originally composed turned stumbling and halting at the end, and his face involuntarily... swelled further with red: "Hehehe... hahaha... hehe..."

Chai Mi looked at Zhou Fang's somewhat idiotic plus lecherous expression, and instantly frowned: *Hiss... this kid, couldn't he have been beaten stupid by the Village Chief? How come he's hehehe-ing like a big idiot... *

Even drooling...

Such a turn-off man!