1 1995年8月17日,星期四,吴方在北京寓所悬梁弃世,享年46周岁。 两天后的深夜11点,朱伟打来电话,在通报了这个噩耗后,通知我第二天下午在八宝山举行追悼会。“我反正通知你了,参加不参加是你的事。”他说。 我庆幸朱伟还算了解我,没有和我多废话。在整个通话过程中,我始终无言。不是因为沉痛或者觉得意外而说不出话来,是太清楚在吴自弃面前,说什么都过于浅薄——真正是无话可说。 On Thursday, August 17, 1995, Wu Fang died at the age of 46 in Shanghai. Two days later at midnight, Zhu Wei called and informed me of the bad news and informed me of the next afternoon in Babaoshan memorial service. “I inform you anyway, it’s your business to not participate,” he said. I am glad Zhu Wei still know me, no more nonsense and I. I was speechless throughout the call. Not because of pain or feel unpleasant and can not speak, it is too clear in the face of Wu self-indictment, that is too shallow - really nothing to say.