周末的夜晚,单身楼变得出奇的寂静。我躺在床上辗转反侧,难以入眠。突然,一阵铃声响起,我猛地坐了起来,随手抓起电话,急切地问:“喂!您找谁?”“是良子吗?”电话里传来了母亲柔和的声音,我停了一会儿轻声回答:“嗯,是我,娘,这么晚了,您还没睡啊?”“睡不着,想跟你说会儿话,你现在……”“娘,您等会儿再打来,我同事喊我呢,可能是领导让我加班。”母亲的话还没说完,我便把电话挂断了。 On the weekend nights, the single floor became surprisingly quiet. I lay in bed tossing and turning, hard to sleep. Suddenly, a bell ringing, I suddenly sat up, grabbed the phone, eagerly asked: “Hey! Who are you looking for?” “Is it a rascal?” Came the mother soft voice, I paused for a while Softly replied: “ah, yes, my mother, so late, you have not sleep ah?” “Can not sleep, want to talk to you a while, you are now ...” “Mother, My colleague shouted me, maybe the leader let me work overtime. ”I did not finish my mother’s word and I hung up the phone.