在木樨地部长公寓一间朝北的小屋里,80高龄的荒煤老人给我讲述过去的事情。他思维清晰,话音徐缓。随着他沉静的诉说,我眼前仿佛慢慢展开来一长卷色彩斑斓的现代文学史稿、现代戏剧史稿、现代电影史稿……后来我问到冯牧同志的住处,荒煤马上说:“他住203号!”说罢,他抬眼望着窗外湛蓝的天空,沉默良久,然后轻声告诉我:“我对203这个数字有一种特殊的记忆……”我便想到“203”后面或许藏着剪不断的友情,或许藏 In a lodge in the north of the Minister’s apartment in Muxidan, 80-year-old barren elderly told me about the past. He has a clear mind and slow speech. As he quietly told me, I seemed to slowly unfold a long scroll of colorful history of modern literature, the history of modern drama, the history of modern films ... Later I asked Comrade Feng Mu’s residence, a waste coal immediately said: “He lives at 203!” He glanced up at the blue sky outside the window, silent for a long time, then whispered to me: “I have a special memory of this number of 203 ...” I think of “203” perhaps Hiding the constant friendship, perhaps hidden