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我按响门铃。“进来!”响起一个粗重浑厚的嗓音,好像一炮轰出门外。我一直奇怪谢晋在摄影场地喊了这么些年,怎么他的底气还这么充足?好像总有源源的生命在喷发。走进他住的西郊宾馆416房。大衣柜门半开着,门外挂着几件衣服——衣服在里边憋气,不如挂外边。一只单人床上铺满了待看的资料和待洗的衣服。地上四只旅行箱包。我不明白他一个人来开全国政协会,怎么会带四只箱包?“这都是鸦片战争!”谢晋说着手一划拉。这里都是鸦片战争?床上?地上?箱子里? 他手里正拿着一张传
I ring the doorbell. “Come in!” Sounded a thick thick voice, like a gun blasted out. I have been surprised Xie Jin shouted at the photo studio for so many years, how his emboldened enough? Like the eternal life eruption. Into his living in the West Suburbs 416 room. The wardrobe door was half open with several pieces of clothes hanging outside - the clothes were suffocating inside, so it was better to hang outside. A single bed covered with information to be seen and clothes to be washed. Four travel bags on the ground. I do not understand that he alone to open the CPPCC, how will bring four bags? “This is the Opium War!” Xie Jin said a draw. Here are the Opium War? In the bed? In the box? He is holding a biography in his hand