Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 66 066 "Stealing a book is not stealing?!" (please vote for collection and follow up)
  He thought for a while, pretended to cough twice, stepped harder, and walked out of the backyard with a flashlight. He immediately turned off the flashlight, tiptoed back, and squatted under the window of the west wing.

Sure enough, subtle sounds started to sound again, followed by the quiet conversation between two people.

"have they gone?"

"He's gone, there's no sound."

"Then I'll come out and you can continue."

"Ah."

Between the two of them, there was actually a female voice.

There is actually a female thief? !
  Moreover, Fang Minghua identified the direction of the sound as if it came from the library due north!
  In the past, Fang Minghua would have been a little nervous and ran to the guard room to fetch reinforcements, but since he went to southern Xinjiang and joined the front line, he has become much more courageous.

I was on the battlefield, why am I still afraid of you two little thieves? !

He bent down and crept along the wall, and saw the light of a flashlight coming on in the library, and then a large package of things was handed out from the window.

"So many?" It was a woman's voice, which sounded young.

"If you want to take it once, take more." The person inside said and jumped out of the window. The moment he landed, Fang Minghua rushed over and a flashlight's white light shone directly on the man's face.

"Stop, don't move!"

Fang Minghua yelled, no matter what, the 2000-volt baton poked at the man.

"Ah" a scream came from the man.

"I'll let you steal! I'll let you steal!" Fang Minghua didn't care so much. He just poked at him with his baton. The painful man collapsed on the ground and screamed, begging loudly for mercy.

The girl next to her was so frightened that she started to cry.

Fang Minghua then stopped with satisfaction, pointed the flashlight at the man's face, and was shocked.

What the hell!

why you? !
  It turned out to be the fare-evading young man Lei Xuecheng whom I met on the train when I went to Yanjing last spring!
  Lei Xuecheng also recognized Fang Minghua at this time and said quickly: "Writer Fang, it's me, Lei Xuecheng. We met on the train to Yanjing last year."

"I know!" Fang Minghua said with a straight face and looked at the girl next to him who was still crying softly.

Oh my God, I'm still underage.

He was probably around sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Both of you! Come with me! Bring your loot!"

Fang Minghua's voice was majestic.

Lei Xuecheng had no choice but to carry the "stolen" on his back, and whispered a few words of comfort to the little girl next to him, telling her to stop crying. The two of them followed Fang Minghua obediently.

When they arrived at the dormitory, Fang Minghua asked the two of them to stand in the middle of the room while he opened the bag and took a look.

Damn it, it’s all books!

But from the moment I saw Lei Xuecheng and saw him coming out of the library, I knew what this guy was doing.

"Lei Xuecheng, shouldn't you be imitating Kong Yiji and saying that stealing books can't be considered stealing... Stealing books!... Can the things done by scholars be considered stealing? Isn't that right?"

Lei Xuecheng's head lowered even lower.

"Tell me, how many times have you stolen books? Are there other gangs?" Fang Minghua said, "If you resist, you will be punished, if you confess, you will be lenient."

"Writer Fang, this is my first time, really!" Lei Xuecheng raised his head and said, "I followed others after I saw others stealing books."

"Others? Stealing from our magazine too?!"

"No, he stole it from Normal University!"

Lei Xuecheng talked about his experience vividly.

"Someone diverted the administrator's attention, deliberately provoked trouble, and quarreled with the administrator. Then another person took the opportunity to throw the book down from the upstairs, and there were still people below to pick it up."

"Of course this is just a small fight. I saw someone using sacks to carry books from the library bag by bag to his home."

"So, you followed their example and followed the magazine company?!"

"Because the management of university libraries is becoming more and more strict and it is difficult to steal. I heard that your magazine library also has a lot of books and the management is not strict. Writer Fang, if you were on duty tonight, I would never steal it!" Lei Xuecheng said quickly.

"Tell you, I'm on duty every day!"

Lei Xuecheng was suddenly speechless. "Who is she?" Fang Minghua looked at the timid girl next to him, her face was round and very cute.

"She is my neighbor, her name is Jin Caifang. She is 16 years old. She graduated from junior high school last year but did not enter high school. Now she is unemployed at home."

"Look at you, this girl is still underage, and you trick her into stealing books for you?!" Fang Minghua sighed.

Unexpectedly, the girl whispered: "Brother Xuecheng didn't lie to me, I came here voluntarily. He said that he needs to read a lot of literary books to write, and he has no money, so he had to think of this method."

Today's literary youth are so popular that there is a little girl who is devoted to him.

Fang Minghua sighed in his heart.

"By the way, Lei Xuecheng, are you working?" Fang Minghua asked suddenly.

"No." Lei Xuecheng shook his head: "After hearing what you said on the train that time, I wanted to work after I got back. Unfortunately, the popsicle factory in the street was full of people, so I lost the chance. I am still unemployed."

"However, I have published several poems, take a look." Lei Xuecheng said, and actually took out a crumpled newspaper from his clothes, and there was indeed a small poem he wrote on it.

Fang Minghua looked at the name of the newspaper: "Chencang Daily"

How valuable can a prefecture-level city newspaper be?

However, Fang Minghua didn't say anything.

"This is your first offender. I will not pursue what happened tonight. If I find out again, I will definitely send you to the police station!" Fang Minghua finally said.

"Thank you, Writer Fang, I will never come back again!" Lei Xuecheng bowed to Fang Minghua, winked at the little girl, and the two of them walked out the door.

"What's the rush? I haven't told you to leave yet."

Hearing Fang Minghua say this, Lei Xuecheng quickly stopped and looked at him nervously.

"This is a book I bought personally." Fang Minghua pointed to the rows of books on the bookshelf: "Whatever you like, pick some and go back and read them, but they must not be damaged, and they must be returned on time!"

"Thank you, thank you!" Lei Xuecheng was overjoyed: "Don't worry, I will return it on time!" After saying that, he quickly walked to the bookshelf and started picking it up.

I looked at this and that, picked five books, and finally picked up "The Count of Monte Cristo" and whispered to the little girl: "Xiao Fang, take this book back and read it."

"Brother Xuecheng, can I understand?"

"Of course! If you don't understand, just ask me."

The little girl immediately hugged the book in her arms happily.

Lei Xuecheng took the girl away, and Fang Minghua also sent them to the gate of the unit, fearing that they would be stopped by the guard.

Watching the two people leave, Fang Minghua suddenly called Lei Xuecheng.

"Lei Xuecheng!"

"Writer Fang, what else can you do?" Lei Xuecheng quickly stopped and turned to look at him.

Fang Minghua looked at the girl standing next to him, and then said: "Be safe on the road, and, as I said on the train, find a job quickly."

"I understand, goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

Fang Minghua turned around and entered the door.

"Brother Xuecheng, why does Writer Fang want you to work?"

"He said a man makes a living first and then does what he loves to do."

"Is he worried that you won't become a writer?"

"Guess so."

"But I think you are very powerful. If you work harder, you will definitely become a writer like him!"

"Well! I will try my best!"

The voices of the two became farther and farther away, disappearing into the night.

　Thanks to Xianyu for the reward, and to book friends 150802085934, He Wenqianlu, Wanjia Liang Liang, Brother Lao, and the brightest star in the night sky for voting monthly.

　　
  　
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