“喂，陈记者吗？”电话听筒里传来一个陌生的声音，嗓子干干的还带着浓重的西北口音。我下意识地扫了一下墙上的钟表，已是万籁俱寂时，这个时候了，谁还来电话呢，我正在疑惑。“打扰了，咱们还不认识呢”。对方大概猜出了我的困惑，急忙解释起来。就在那个静静的夜晚，一位 “Hello, Chen reporter?” Came a strange voice in the telephone handset, throat dry with a heavy northwest accent. I subconsciously swept the clock on the wall, it is all the silence, this time, and who is still on the phone, I was puzzled. “Excuse me, we do not know it yet.” The other side probably guessed my confusion and hurriedly explained it. Just in that quiet night, one