Sunday, January 24, 1981

I finally resigned, and it was too late to send the evening newspaper. I do n’t know that I and Xiaoling said, she ’s not afraid of it, and said,“ It ’s better to do it, I’ m not afraid of darkness. ”I really convinced her. But much greater than me.

It is very interesting to think of Xiaoling's familiarity with me these days. When we sent the paper factory A area together, the night had come, and it seemed very quiet around, but Xiaoling was not afraid of it, but felt very interesting. On the road of the residential residential area of ​​the black paint, Xiaoling walked in front of the flashlight and looked at the newspaper book to report the address. I followed the delivery. What kind of life is this? There are sour and bitterness and sweetness. People just grow and mature slowly in constant experience.

Today is the last three days I sent. I took Xiaoling for a few days and she separated separately. When I was dark, I sent a person to Sanxiang, Ding District, and suddenly walked around, oh, like Xiaoling, so I looked back seriously, it really was her! I am surprised, why did she finish it so early today? When I yelled loudly, she turned back sharply. I found her frowning, as if very depressed. Before I asked me to ask, she complained to me: "It's bad this time, and there are more than thirty newspapers. I guess either stolen or paid. What should I do? "

I was shocked: "Really? Why are you unlucky, it would be even worse to recover."

She said nothing. I thought in the dark: I really wo n’t be smooth. Who can guarantee this unlucky thing in the future?

Postscript: A long time, I ca n’t remember how to do this later, and the diary did not explain.