Exciting 1979!

Chapter 27 Human Traffickers

Wei Ming was holding a little girl in his arms. She was the one who hugged Gong Xing's thigh and called her "Mom" at the ticket gate. She had fair and cute skin.

Gong Xing: How did he get the child? Stealing a child is against the law!

Wait, why is there a railway police officer following behind? Could he really be...

Just as Gong Xing was daydreaming, the little girl had already started calling him "Mom".

Gong Xing covered his face and said, "You come again!"
Tired, destroy it.

Wei Ming laughed: "Mother, I'm calling you."

The Henan woman asked worriedly, "Xiao Wei, what's going on?"

The police officer behind him said, "Madam, this young man acted bravely and caught a human trafficker!"

"Ouch!"

Everyone in the carriage heard it and cheered. The human traffickers must be killed, how hateful!
Gong Xing glanced behind him and saw the little girl's "mother" being handcuffed by a police officer and being pressed over by him.

It turns out that she is a human trafficker. Her hair is messy and it is obvious that she has been educated by the righteous people.

"Mom!" The little girl called Gong Xing again and insisted on looking for her.

The police suggested: "Comrade, why don't you hug her and come with us?"

Gong Xing took the little girl without saying a word, and patted her back to comfort her.

The group arrived at carriage No. 8, and the suspect was taken to another room for interrogation. The little girl gradually calmed down, so Gong Xing handed her over to a female conductor.

Then she whispered to Wei Ming: "How do you know she is a human trafficker?"

The police officer in front of him smiled and said, "I'm curious too, how did you figure that out?"

Wei Ming: "I could tell from what I heard. Her accent is different from that of the little girl."

Gong Xing: That’s it?
"Of course, that's not entirely true. The little girl has very fair skin and is dressed neatly and beautifully. On the other hand, it seems impossible for that woman to give birth to such a beautiful daughter."

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

"The little girl started crying. I asked the woman what medicine she gave her. 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 we had an argument. The little girl gradually woke up and said she wanted to find her mother. Then you came."

The two police officers praised him: "Young man, you have a strong sense of investigation. What unit are you from?"

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

The other party asked again: "What are you going to do in the Magic City?"

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

It is too troublesome to travel far these days. It is best to have a certificate from your work to prove where you are from, where you are going, and what you are going to do.

Another younger police officer asked Gong Xing: "Comrade, what about you?"

Gong Xing: "I am a local of Shanghai, and I am back home to visit my relatives."

"I asked which unit you are from?"

"Ah, I want to ask too?" She began to flip through her work ID.

The young police officer smiled and said, "Your partner caught the human traffickers, so you should be proud of it. When the time comes, we and the parents of the children will definitely send a thank-you letter to your unit."

Gong Xing paused for a moment, and his face turned redder: "Comrades, you misunderstood. He is not my partner, and we just met."

At this time, the police officer holding Wei Ming's letter of introduction said in surprise: "Young comrade, it turns out that you are a great writer!"

Gong Xing: Writer?
Looking at the gate is really deceptive, right?
Wei Ming: "No, no, I'm not a great writer. I just wrote some articles." Gong Xing: Strange, this sentence sounds so familiar?
"Of course it doesn't count. Your article has been published in Harvest. It's incredible!" The middle-aged policeman exclaimed in admiration.

What, "Harvest"? Is it the "Harvest" written by Ba Jin?
As a native of Shanghai, she knows too well the importance of Harvest. Her father, mother and elder brother are loyal readers of Harvest and never miss an issue.

Gong Xing looked at Wei Ming, as if he wanted to get to know this mysterious big boy again.

It was not until Wei Ming realized that she was looking at him that she quickly looked away and showed her work ID to the police.

"So you are a comrade from the General Political Department Repertory Theatre." The public security comrade smiled as if the military and police were one family.

After recording their units, the two men can go back. As for the woman and the little girl, they will get off at the next stop to be interrogated and deported.

When the two returned to carriage number six, the enthusiastic old lady took the lead in applauding Wei Ming. After they sat down, the old lady found that she no longer needed to use her own power, as Gong Xing began to take the initiative to talk to Wei Ming.

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

Wei Ming said honestly, "I have published a fairy tale in Children's Literature under another pen name before. The rest of my works are all published under my real name. Most of them are in the waiting-to-be-published state. One is in Harvest, one is in Yenching Literature and Art, and one is in Peking University's Weiming Lake magazine."

"Children's Literature? Wait a minute!" Gong Xing excitedly took out a magazine from his bag, "Is it the September issue?"

Wei Ming almost exclaimed “WTF!”, is this such a coincidence?
"I bought it for my nephew," she said.

Wei Ming pointed it out to her.

"So this 'Wei What' is you!" Gong Xing laughed, "I decided to buy it for him after I came across this article."

"Oh, he likes candy too?"

"I love sweets so much that I have two cavities in my teeth."

Auntie: We’ve started talking about family situations, this is a sure thing!

"Since you, a Shanghai native, say you love candy, it seems like you really eat a lot of it," Wei Ming joked.

Gong Xing was not angry and asked him about his creative experience.

After talking about fairy tales and novels, she heard that Wei Ming also wrote poetry, so she hurriedly took out a pen and a copy of "October" magazine.

"Can you let me have a sneak peek? I promise not to spread rumors."

At this point in time, the poems in "Ideal" had already spread from Peking University to Tsinghua University, so it didn't matter whether they were spread randomly or not.

Wei Ming wrote the poem "Ideal" directly on the blank area on the cover page of "October" magazine.

As soon as he wrote it, Gong Xing started reading it. The more he read, the more amazed he was. This poem is not only grand and neat, but also majestic and has a positive theme. It feels very suitable for recitation in formal occasions.

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

Finally, she urged like a little girl, "Sign, and sign more."

"Let me write you a To signature."

After all, Gong Xing is from Shanghai and knows a little about England, but it is the first time I have heard of such a fashionable term "To sign". Could it be that he also has overseas connections?

To Gong Xing: I hope your ideals will live forever.

by Wei Ming
Gong Xing said: "I will treasure it."

Then Wei Ming sighed: "It's a pity that I only brought school books. How about you sign your name in my notebook? I think you will definitely become a nationally famous movie star in the future."

Gong Xing not only agreed readily, but also wrote a "To" signature, wishing that the name Wei Ming would be resounding throughout the literary world!

(End of this chapter)