你真不去?不去。我真他妈的受够了。好吧。她挂断电话。早就预料到会这样。当初这个奖评出来的时候,她第一时间打电话给老吴,他的反应就是破口大骂:早就说不要不要,还非要给我,我都退休了,要这个虚热闹有啥用?应该给年轻人的,他们偏不给。一群王八蛋!老吴一般不骂人,毕竟高级知识分子这个标签在他身上贴了几十年,不好用粗话随时来撕掉的。可她没少听。老吴是她的前辈。 You really do not go? I’m really damn enough. Ok. She hang up. Had long expected that would be the case. When the prize was first appraised, she called Lao Wu for the first time. His reaction was to shout: long ago said no, not to me, I have retired, what is the use of this hilarious? To young people, they give up. A group of bastards! Lao Wu generally do not curse, after all, the label of senior intellectual posted on him for decades, not easy to tear away at any time with foul language. But she did not listen less. Old Wu is her predecessor.