吴先生家门口。这是很普通的一扇门,门上贴着纸条:“谢绝采访。”吴先生对面邻居家的门上贴着两个硕大的字——“周宅”。赵记者走上楼,看了看门牌号码,轻轻敲了敲吴先生家的门。门开了,和善的吴师母站在门前:“您是……报社的赵同志吧?”赵记者亮出记者证:“我和吴先生约好了,今天下午来采访。”吴师母闪开身,热情地;“赵同志,快请进屋。”赵记者进门:“谢谢。”吴先生家,客厅。客厅布置得雅致温馨。吴师母领赵记者进客厅:“您先请坐。”赵记者坐在沙发上,吴师母转身走出。赵记者从包里取出小录音机,按下键扭。吴先生走了进来。他七十多岁,一看便是有很 Mr. Wu at the door. This is a very ordinary door with a note on the door: “No interview.” Mr Wu posted two huge letters on the door to the neighbor’s house - “Zhou Zhai”. Zhao reporter went upstairs, looked at the house number, gently knocked on Mr. Wu’s door. The door opened, kind of Wu Shimu stood in front of: “You are ... newspaper comrade Zhao, right?” Zhao reporters press card: “I agreed with Mr. Wu, interview this afternoon.” Wu Master flash Open, warmly; “Comrade Zhao, please come in.” Zhao reporter door: “Thank you.” Mr. Wu, the living room. Living room layout elegant and warm. Wu Ling Zhao collar workers into the living room: “You sit down.” Zhao reporter sat on the sofa, Wu Shi mother turned out. Zhao reporter removed from the bag a small recorder, press the key twist. Mr. Wu came in. He is seventy years old, a look is there