In this window, it is a newly renovated room. In front of the computer near the window, I am clicking on the search engine quickly.
Suddenly, the telephone rang. The hurried bell keeps ringing, and every time it rings, it stimulates the heart of a timid girl like me.
I shook my head and finally picked up the phone. "Hello." My voice is soft and gentle. There was a terrible silence on the other end of the phone. Gradually, there was some noise, mixed with some faint gasps. This strange sound came into my ear through the receiver, which made me have some illusions. The man's mouth whispered in my ear.
"Hey, who are you? Are you still listening? " I'll keep talking on the phone.
There was silence on the other end of the phone until I was about to hang up when I suddenly heard a slightly old voice: "Hello, is this Wang?"
"Yes, you are. . . . . . "
"I'm from Milan newspaper. Please have an interview with our agency at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. The address is No.55 xx Road, Putuo District. "
"Ok, no problem." I clenched the microphone, unable to hide my excitement in my tone.
"Ha ha!" There were a few hearty laughter on the other end of the phone, and the phone hung up.
I put down the phone.
It was really exciting. I found the recruitment post of this newspaper on the Internet the day before yesterday, so I tried to submit my resume, but I didn't expect to get the answer soon. I can't help feeling a little smug.
Turn off the computer and take off the bath towel. My bathroom is in the corner of the room. Apart from a toilet, there is only enough room for a simple shower head. Turn on the tap, and the fragrance and heat of gardenia flowers fill the small bathroom.
After taking a shower, I was wrapped in a white pajamas, and my black hair like satin was draped over my waist-length pajamas, still steaming.
Tired of lying in bed, closing my eyes and reciting my name, I soon fell asleep.