Text/Zhao Yongpei
In the summer of 1978, I just graduated from junior high school, just in time for the second exam after the resumption of the college entrance examination, and two years of hard work was not in vain, and finally I was admitted to a normal school in the province. At the end of September, I registered at the normal school and officially began the teacher training life that changed my life.
At that time, the productive forces were backward and the materials were scarce, and it belonged to the era of lack of clothing and food. In addition to not having enough to eat, he also wears very few clothes. The clothes that students brought to school, in addition to a new set of clothes purchased when they enrolled, the rest were mostly old clothes worn at home, and even some were replaced, so that there were only one or two sets of change, not to mention excess clothes.
The school's accommodation building, on the left side of the entrance gate, has three floors and is converted from old classrooms into student dormitories. Each classroom is not separated, separated by two wooden beds where students sleep, the opening of the mosquito net is the front, and the other side of the bed is close to each other, so that the front and back doors of each classroom form two different spaces and classes. Dozens of people lived in a classroom, which seemed crowded and somewhat cluttered.
Outside the classroom is a hallway, where the pillars and walls of the hallway are nailed and wire is tied as a place to dry clothes. Whether it's sunny or rainy, every day is covered with new or old washed clothes.
The most troublesome thing is that there is no toilet in this teaching building, and the toilet has to run from the third floor to the downstairs, then turn left for about fifty meters, then cross the aisle under the teacher's office building, and finally go to the right for about thirty meters to reach the toilet.
It was an early winter night, I went to the evening self-study with my classmates, returned to the dormitory on the third floor, washed up about ten o'clock, and the school turned off the lights and went to bed. Maybe it's too much water during the day, and I want to go to the toilet in the middle of the night to untie my hands. In order not to affect the rest of the students, I gently got out of bed, walked lightly to the door, silently opened the door, and walked to the corridor outside the dormitory.
At this time, in the dim light, I saw a young man about my age standing in the corridor, and because of the darkness, I could not see the expression on my dress and face. In order not to affect everyone's rest, I went up and whispered: What? How is it here? The man whispered that he was from the city, lived on Upper River Street, was in junior high school, and because he had not completed his homework, he was driven out by his parents and could not go back, so he ran here. Listening to his words, I felt some sympathy in my heart and said: It is three o'clock in the middle of the night, and it is cold, so you should hurry back. I walked gently down the third floor with him and watched him walk right toward the school gate in the middle of the night, and I went to the bathroom to the left.
The next morning, before dawn, I was awakened by the noise in the corridor outside my dormitory. Some say the clothes are gone, some say the pants are missing, and some say the shoes were stolen by thieves... It turned out that last night, the clothes, pants, shoes that the students were hanging in the hallway... Looted by thieves. When they heard that their clothes had been stolen, the students quickly checked their clothes. At this time, a classmate was crying in a hurry. It turned out that he had washed two sets of clothes the day before, and all of them had been stolen. Because his parents are sick, four or five brothers and sisters, and financial difficulties, a new set of clothes purchased for school is borrowed money to buy. He only brought three sets of clothes to school in total, and now he has dropped two sets at once, and he will not even change and wash them later, so why is he not in a hurry?
The corridor was suddenly bustling, some scolding the damn thief, and everyone comforted each other, saying some angry words, some anger. Later, the school security department came to inspect the scene and registered the lost belongings of the students, and it was not resolved.
After the clothes were stolen, everyone raised their vigilance, and soon the campus returned to its former calm. However, the good times did not last long. About four or five days after the last theft, the clothes hanging outside in the girls' dormitory were stolen again, but the loss was less, and with the lessons of the boys' dormitories, they mostly kept their clothes indoors at night. The thief was really hateful, for a time, the thief made a lot of noise on the campus, and the timid classmates did not even dare to go to the toilet at night.
Maybe it was the thief who thought that the first two times were safe and smooth, or maybe it was the improvement of the students' awareness of prevention. When the thief was light again, he was caught by his classmates.
It was a few days after the girl's bedroom was stolen. In the early winter, the weather is slightly cold, the sparse stars in the sky blink their eyes in the dark night, and occasionally a few barking dogs come from outside...
In the middle of the night, a cry of "Catch the thief" broke through the silent night sky, broke the silence of the campus, and woke up the sleeping students. Everyone immediately rolled over and got out of bed, rushed out of the bedroom, and ran to catch the thief. It turned out that when a classmate got up to go to the toilet, he found a thief in the hallway, standing on the railing stealing clothes hanging on the wire, he hugged it and shouted to catch the thief. The students immediately rushed to catch him. Suddenly, the campus boiled up and ran to see the liveliness. By the time I arrived, my classmates had already taken the thief to the playground. Looking at the thief, everyone gritted their teeth in anger, and the anger finally broke out...
I went up to look at the dim light, "Ah", I took a breath, I really didn't know it, I was shocked to see it. Isn't this the same junior high school student I met in the hallway that night, about the same size as me, who ran away from home because he hadn't completed his homework? How can it be a thief? But facts speak louder than words, and it was no wonder that the next morning the classmates found that their clothes had been stolen, presumably the thief I had sent away from the bathroom that night, and when I went back to my dormitory to fall asleep, I came back and stole the clothes of my classmates. I regretted it so much, why was I so careless at the time and didn't think about it seriously? And never thought he would be a thief until tonight? Why am I so unsuspecting? If you had been vigilant and caught the thief at that time, you would not have brought so much loss to your classmates. Thinking about this, my face suddenly turned red, although no one could see it in this dim light. With anger, I quietly withdrew from the crowd.
Later, the school security section came and took the thief to the police station.
Since then, the school has returned to its former calm and nothing has been lost.