Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 494

As we were walking along Huangpu River to an unknown destination, we saw a very queer sight. All the poor
people living on the street said, ”Hello, Long Yun!”, and he waved back. Very weird indeed, I thought to myself.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking, we arrived in front of Shan’s Fabrics!
“The tailor?” Chen Le exclaimed. “Is your secret base under the tailor’s shop?”
“What? No, no.” Long Yun said. “You said you needed to go to Shan’s Fabrics, and you looked like you were
lost.”
“But I thought you were bad, because you steal from people!” I said, confused.
“Well,” one of the 3 men in black said, “our boss only steals from the rich, and then gives money to the poor.”
“However,” one of the other men in black said, “we only give help the poor in secret, so we don’t get a bad
reputation as robbers.”
“Oh!” I exclaimed, “Like Mother said, never judge a book by its cover!”
“Exactly.” Long Yun said, as he nodded his head. “We better go pick up your clothes, and go home before our
parents get worried,” Chen Le reminded me. We picked up our clothes, and were about to go home, but Long
Yun said, “Can you keep this a secret? I don’t want this to get out!”
“Of course!” Me and Chen Le said in unison, and ran home.
In the morning, when I woke up and went down into my living room to have some simple with fresh you tiao
with Chen Le, my mother exclaimed as she heard the daily news. “Oh no! Long Yun has robbed another village!”
After hearing that, me and my friend exchanged knowing looks, with a little smile.