I was feeling, these people seem to like me, there is no so-called "family", New Year's Eve, was kind enough souls like.I was busy layout on the jukebox, Jiang Mi hand block and said: "small Xiao, even if the recent wind tight, or careful.Now the only safe one, must be maintained.The two of us and we only see one side, reported that a safe. "Ling Heng Su et al face with Qice, and I suddenly feel a little puzzled and asked: "Mr. Liu, Jiang Dafu, your future is not without trouble?They are not let you? "Jiang Mi with a wry smile, said: "Yes, no more trouble."Paused, loving eyes looked at me and said: "small Xiao future, try not to go to radiology to me, even to see me, do not ask, so as not to give yourself any trouble."I nodded yes.The strange thing is, fair to say that Jiang and Liu, which let me at ease is, you can lie in bed, how could not sleep and had to get up, write this diary.February 15, 1967, sunnyI was homeless, Chinese New Year these days, most of the time spent in the hospital.Night, I still go and take a look at the anatomy building, hoping to encounter the "Moonlight Club relatives.But found nothing.The original crowd than I am happier, at least at home warm.I therefore missing Yiyi, there Jinsong, my good friend, where are you?
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