电话铃声响了。响个不停。不用说,妈妈又跟往常一样打开窗子和邻居闲聊去了。她快步走过去,抓起听筒缓缓举至耳边,压进乱蓬蓬的吉卜赛式卷发里面。“谁呀?是萨利姆先生吗?你好!我还以为你在贝鲁特呢。”“我回来有一阵子了,旅行真累人。我刚看到纳迪尔先生发的电报,他说晚上8点半到,希望你陪我一起去机场接他。咱们又得忙活了。” The phone rang Not stop ringing. Needless to say, my mother opened the window as usual and chatted with her neighbors. She walked quickly, grabbed the earpiece slowly raised to the ear, squeezed into the matted gypsy curls. Hello, I thought you were in Beirut. “” I came back for a while and the trip was really tiring.I just saw the telegram from Mr. Nadir, He said at half past eight pm, I hope you go with him at the airport to pick him up.