My Spy Years

The happiest time is when we meet with our comrades, chat and talk about work, and imagine the bright future of our motherland in everyone's hearts.,Lao Liao wore an old, thin cotton coat. He wasn't squeezed in the crowd but stood at the edge of it, holding a bottle of yellow wine in his hand.,"Team leader, I'm going downstairs to buy some cigarettes," Ding Naifei said. He had several cigarette butts at his feet and was out of smokes; his nicotine cravings were kicking in.。