下半夜,电话铃声骤然响起。这个时候的突然来电,在这样一座南方古城的普通家庭中多不是好事。被子里的男人神经质地伸出手,一把抓起话筒。床的另一头,女人也被惊醒。却慵懒地躺在电热毯上,纹丝不动,似乎没有醒来的样子。男人说了一句,马上来。挂了电话,黑暗中,摸索着衣服。棉袄容易穿,裤子却难于分清正反。慌乱中,听到皮带头碰到木质床头柜的声音。女人说,开灯,看见光线穿,什么事情?男人说,我妈昏迷。女人猜到八九分,叮嘱,开车不要闯红灯, The middle of the night, the phone rang suddenly. Sudden calls at this time, in such a common home in the ancient city of the South is not a good thing. Men in the quilt stretched their hands nervously, grabbed the microphone. The other end of the bed, the woman was awakened. Lazy lying on the electric blanket, motionless, it seems that there is no wake up look. The man said something, come immediately. Hang up the phone, darkness, groping clothes. Quilted jacket easy to wear, but the pants are difficult to distinguish between positive and negative. In a panic, I heard the sound of the head touching the wooden bedside table. Woman said, turn on the lights, see the light to wear, what is it? Man said my mother coma. Woman guessed eighty-nine points, told, do not run a red light,