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“你们记者写我没有意思,要写,就把这些骗子都写出来,这些吃艾滋饭、发艾滋财的骗子,还有那些还在组织农民卖血的。要是我死了,你们不要写我,多揭发那些骗子、血头!”老伴走了屋子里很暗,到处是成捆的书,冬天的阳光本来就少,加上窗台和桌子上的花挡着光线,客厅就更暗了。已经80岁的高耀洁摇摇晃晃地走在书堆间的空地上,到厨房去热上顿吃剩的稀饭和馒头。老伴郭明久在照片上笑着,静静地看着她。
“Your reporter wrote me no meaning, to write, put these crooks are written, eat AIDS rice, AIDS money liar, there are those who are still selling peasants blood if I die, you do not write me , Exposing those crooks, bloody head! ”My husband left the house is very dark, everywhere is a bundle of books, the winter sun has been less, with windowsill and the table of flowers blocked the light, the living room is even darker. Gaoyao Jie, already 80, walked unsteadily in the open space between the books, went to the kitchen to heat up the leftover porridge and steamed bread. His wife Guo Mingjiu smiled in the picture, quietly watching her.