一1976年10月上旬某个晚上,约摸10点多钟,我出家门,下楼,行百余步,到一号楼上二层左拐,敲响121室。冯伯伯先探出头来,再退身开门,原来正光着膀子。他挥挥手中的毛巾,说“:来。”于是我尾随他到厨房。他背对我,用毛巾在脸盆汲水,擦拭上身。那时北京绝大多数人家都没有条件洗澡。冯伯伯那年六十三岁,已发福,背部赘肉下垂,但还算壮实。他对拉着毛巾搓背,留下红印。 One night in early October 1976, about touching more than 10 o’clock, I was out of doors, walked down a hundred steps, to the second floor on the 1st floor turn left, ringing Room 121. Feng Bobo first come out and then retreat to open the door, turned out to be bare. He waved the towel and said: “Come.” So I followed him to the kitchen. He was back to me, with a towel in the basin water, wipe the upper body. At that time, most people in Beijing did not have the conditions to take a bath. At the age of 63, he was very fortunate and drooped on his back, but he was still strong. He rubbed his back on the towel and left a red print.