报社楼下是公寓,旁边有几家酒吧和酒店,公寓里住着不少夜店女子,这原本与我无关。可是,有一天,我走进电梯却碰到一个男人,他劈头盖脸地问我一句:“把你电话号码是多少?”我以为我听错了,很错愕地看着他。他脸上现出不好意思的样子,但还是重复了一句:“你电话号码给我吧。”我确定了他的意思,很尴尬地笑了两声,挪到电梯口,一路无言到一楼。我现在还不能确定,是因为我那天穿得露了点儿让他误会了,还是他从电梯口看到报社招牌,想认识个女记者,但 Newspaper is an apartment downstairs, next to a few bars and hotels, many live in the apartment where the nightclub, which had nothing to do with me. However, one day, when I walked into the elevator and met a man, he asked me one by one: “What’s your phone number?” I thought I got it wrong and looked at him in astonishment. His face showed a look of embarrassment, but still repeated one sentence: “Your phone number to me.” "I confirmed his meaning, laughed awkwardly twice, moved to the elevator, silent all the way To the first floor. I am still not sure, because I was wearing a little day to let him misunderstood, or he saw the newspaper signs from the elevator, want to know a female reporter, but