我有睡午觉的习惯,几乎雷打不动。午休时我最恨谁来敲门或打电话,如果有一把手枪,谁敲门我就想给谁一枪或蹬他个跟头。这天睡午觉,小梦做得正香时,电话骤然响起,仿佛一只上足了劲的玩具青蛙一样,在床头柜上蹦个不停。我发誓不接。停了一会儿又蹦起来,我还发誓不接。可一会儿又 I have a habit of taking a nap, almost undetectable. Lunch break I most hate who knocked on the door or call, if there is a pistol, who knocked on the door I would like to give him a shot or pedal him. When I was having a nap on that day and the little dream was done, the phone suddenly sounded like a frog on a toy bed, jumping on the bedside table. I swear it. Stop for a while and jumped up, I swear it. But for a while