Chapter 27

Wei Ming was holding a little girl in his arms. It was the one who hugged Gong Xue's thigh and called her Mom at the ticket gate. Her skin was white, tender, and cute.

Gong Xue: Why did he bring her over? Stealing children is against the law!

Wait, why is there a railway policeman following behind? He wouldn't really be...

Just as Gong Xue was letting her imagination run wild, the little girl had already started calling her Mom.

Gong Xue covered her face. You again!

Tired, destroy it.

Wei Ming laughed: "Mom of the child, she's calling you."

Auntie from Henan asked with concern: "Little Wei, what's going on?"

The policeman behind said: "Auntie, the young man acted bravely for a just cause and caught a human trafficker!"

"Whoa!"

Everyone in this carriage heard it and followed with applause. Human traffickers deserve to be hacked to death; they are too hateful!

Gong Xue looked back and saw the little girl's "Mom" being handcuffed and pressed over by a young policeman.

So she is the human trafficker. Her hair was messy, clearly educated by the righteous people.

"Mom!" The little girl called Gong Xue again, insisting on finding her.

The policeman suggested: "This female comrade, why don't you hold her and then come with us?"

Gong Xue didn't say a word, took the little girl, and patted her back to soothe her.

The group came to the No. 8 carriage. The suspect was pressed into another room to be interrogated. The little girl gradually calmed down, so Gong Xue handed the person to a female train police officer.

Then she whispered to Wei Ming: "How did you know she was a human trafficker?"

The policeman in front smiled: "I'm also curious, how did you see it."

Wei Ming: "I heard it. Her accent is different from the little girl's."

Gong Xue: Just this?

"Of course, not entirely. The little girl's skin is particularly white, and she is dressed cleanly and beautifully. Looking at that woman, no matter how you look at it, she couldn't give birth to such a beautiful daughter."

"And I remember when I first got on the train, I saw the little girl sleeping. When I passed by just now, she was still sleeping. When I came back from the No. 1 carriage, the little girl had just woken up, and the woman immediately fed her medicine. That was when I heard their accents were wrong."

"At that time, the little girl started crying. I asked the woman what medicine she was feeding, and she said it was cold medicine. I had never seen such cold medicine; it felt like sleeping pills. Then I went to grab the medicine, and a dispute occurred. The little girl gradually woke up and said she wanted to find her mother, and then you came."

The two policemen praised: "The young man has a strong sense of investigation. Which unit are you from?"

"I work at the Security Department of Peking University. This is my work ID."

The other party asked again: "What are you doing in Shanghai?"

Wei Ming took out another piece of paper: "This is the introduction letter from our unit."

It is too troublesome to go on a long journey in this day and age. Where you come from, where you are going, and what you are doing—it is best to have a certificate from your unit.

Another younger policeman asked Gong Xue: "This female comrade, what about you."

Gong Xue: "I am a local from Shanghai, going home to visit relatives."

"I'm asking which unit you are from?"

"Ah, do I have to ask too?" She started looking for her work ID.

The young policeman smiled: "Your partner caught a human trafficker, and you are also honored. When the time comes, we and the child's parents will definitely send a letter of thanks to your unit."

Gong Xue's hand paused, and her face blushed a few more times: "Comrades, you misunderstood. He is not my partner, we just met."

At this time, the policeman holding Wei Ming's introduction letter said in surprise: "Little comrade, it turns out you are a great writer!"

Gong Xue: Writer?

Guarding the gate is indeed a lie, right!

Wei Ming: "No, no, how can I be considered a great writer? I've just written some articles." Gong Xue: Strange, this paragraph sounds so familiar?

"How can you not be? Your article has been published in *Harvest*. Amazing, amazing!" The middle-aged policeman praised endlessly.

What, *Harvest*? Is it the *Harvest* of Old Man Ba Jin?

As a Shanghainese, she knows the weight of *Harvest* too well. Her father, mother, and eldest brother are loyal readers of *Harvest*, never missing an issue.

Gong Xue looked at Wei Ming as if she wanted to re-acquaint herself with this mysterious big boy.

It wasn't until Wei Ming realized her gaze and turned his head that she quickly avoided it and showed her work ID to the police.

"So it's a comrade from the General Political Department Drama Troupe." The police comrade showed a smile of "the army and police are one family."

After recording their units, the two could go back. As for the woman and the little girl, they would get off at the next station to accept interrogation and repatriation.

When the two returned to the No. 6 carriage, the enthusiastic aunt took the lead in applauding Wei Ming. After they sat down, Auntie found that she didn't need to exert herself anymore. Gong Xue started taking the initiative to talk to Wei Ming.

"What works have you written? What is your pen name? Is it Wei Ming?"

Wei Ming said honestly: "I used another pen name to publish a fairy tale in *Children's Literature* before. The other works are all under my real name and are basically in a state of waiting to be published. One in *Harvest*, one in *Beijing Literature and Art*, and one in Peking University's *Weiming Lake* magazine."

"*Children's Literature*? Wait a minute!" Gong Xue excitedly flipped through a magazine in her bag. "Is it this issue in September?"

!

Wei Ming almost shouted "Holy crap." Is it such a coincidence!

"I bought it for my nephew," she said.

Wei Ming identified it for her.

"So this 'Wei Shenme' is you!" Gong Xue smiled. "I decided to buy it for him only after flipping to this article."

"Oh, does he also love eating candy?"

"He loves eating candy very, very much. He has two cavities."

Auntie: They have started talking about family conditions. This is stable!

"To be able to make a Shanghainese like you say you love candy, it seems you really eat a lot." Wei Ming teased.

Gong Xue was not angry and asked about his creative experience.

After chatting about fairy tales and novels, hearing that Wei Ming also wrote poetry, she hurriedly took out a pen and a copy of *October* magazine.

"Can you let me have a look first? I promise not to spread it around."

At this point in time, the poem *Ideals* had already spread from Peking University to Tsinghua University, so it didn't matter whether it was spread around or not.

Wei Ming directly recited this poem *Ideals* in the blank area of the title page of *October* magazine.

Just as he wrote it, Gong Xue started reading it. The more she read, the more amazed she was. This poem was not only atmospheric and neat, but also magnificent, and the theme was very upright. It felt very suitable for recitation on formal occasions.

Even without the story background of "composing poetry in seven steps," this poem still successfully conquered Gong Xue.

Finally, she urged like a little girl: "Signature, I also want a signature."

"I'll write you a 'to' signature."

Gong Xue was a Shanghainese after all and understood some English, but it was the first time she heard the fashionable term "to signature." Could it be that he also had overseas connections?

To Gong Xue: Hope your ideals never die and continue to grow.

By Wei Ming

Gong Xue said: "I will treasure it."

Then Wei Ming sighed: "It's a pity that all the books I brought are from the school. Why don't you sign your name in my notebook? I think you will definitely become a nationally famous movie star in the future."

Gong Xue not only agreed readily but also wrote a "to" signature, wishing that the name Wei Ming could resound through the literary world!

(End of chapter)