微故事: 阿強的橫膈膜 (東加豆) / Micro-story: Ah Keung's Diaphragm (by Tonkabean)

微故事: 阿強的橫膈膜 (東加豆)

阿強是個出名悲觀的人，說話又直接。太太阿珍出差前，塞給他一本大笑瑜伽手冊，說："遇到壞事時，試試笑。筆記說，身體分不清真笑假笑，笑著笑著，想法就會跟上。"

第三天，阿珍從印度打來電話："老公，屋頂那盆太陽花還好嗎？"

阿強說: "全部太陽花死了!"

阿珍又生氣又難過，太陽花死得突然，丈夫說話又那麼直接，早知還是放回露台吧!屋頂，屋頂，屋頂從來都是危險之地。過了半天，平靜過後阿珍又生氣，她對丈夫說："難道從來都沒人教過你說話的藝術嗎？你說話不能婉轉一點嗎？

阿強不解地問: "事實就是太陽花了，這還能怎麼說呢？"

阿珍深深吸一口氣，然後長長地呼氣說：“你可以一步一步告訴我啊。比如說，你先告訴我太陽花搬到屋頂曬太陽了。等我到了德里，你再說它曬太久開始發黃了。等我到了孟買，你再說它已經枯萎了。這樣我至少有個心理準備。"

"你學了大笑瑜伽，Ho Ho一秒半也好，至少給自己時間想清楚，不要一開口就殺死盆花。" 阿珍繼續說。

又過了半天，即是晚上，阿強打電話給阿珍說："今天太陽花搬到屋頂曬太陽了。"

"妳現在到了德里是嗎？...太陽花曬太久了...開始發黃。"

接著，阿珍聽不清楚阿強在說什麼，只聽到電話傳來一陣陣的由喉嚨發出的 Ho Ho Ha Ha...。

阿強連忙說："不好意思...不好意思...因為腹部突然收縮，他的身體搶先笑，橫膈膜自己動了。"

阿珍說："我明白...我明白，導師筆記第十五章（笑聲與壓力：生理上的對立）——當橫膈膜劇烈震盪時，交感神經會被切換到副交感神經，意思是，即使你不想笑，身體也會自己選。而且，你先選擇了笑！對的，對的，我明，我明。

阿強說："我想解釋太陽花的事，但還沒開口，笑聲就搶先跑出來。我越急，身體越不聽話；太陽花…Ho Ho…死了…Ha Ha！"

霎時間，阿珍沒有再為太陽花而生氣，因為阿強的笑聲彷彿生出了太陽花。

阿珍拿著電話，等。

她忽然問："我媽呢？她昨天說來我家為太陽花澆水。"

阿強張開嘴說："妳媽說天氣好，走上屋頂去了。"

完

 

Micro-story: Ah Keung's Diaphragm (by Tonkabean)

 

Ah Keung was known for being a pessimist who spoke too directly. Before his wife Ah Jane left on a business trip, she handed him a Laughter Yoga manual and said: "When something bad happens, try laughing. The manual says the body can't tell the difference between real laughter and fake laughter. Laugh, and the thoughts will follow."

Three days later, Ah Jane called from India: "Honey, how are the sunflowers on the roof?"

Ah Keung said: "All the sunflowers are dead!"

Ah Jane was angry and sad. The sunflowers died suddenly, and her husband was so blunt. She should have left them on the balcony. The roof, the roof, the roof was always a dangerous place. After a while, Ah Jane got angry again and said to her husband: "Has no one ever taught you how to speak? Can't you be a little more tactful?"

Ah Keung asked: "The truth is the sunflowers are dead. What else can I say?"

Ah Jane took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then said: "You could tell me step by step. First, you could tell me the sunflowers were moved to the roof to get some sun. When I get to Delhi, you could tell me they were turning yellow from too much sun. When I get to Mumbai, you could tell me they had withered. That way, I'd at least have some warning."

"You've learned Laughter Yoga. Even half a second of Ho Ho would give you time to think before speaking. Don't kill the flowers with your first sentence," Ah Jane continued.

Later that evening, Ah Keung called Ah Jane and said: "The sunflowers were moved to the roof to get some sun today."

"Are you in Delhi now?... The sunflowers got too much sun... they're starting to turn yellow."

Then Ah Jane couldn't make out what Ah Keung was saying. All she heard was a series of Ho Ho Ha Ha coming from his throat through the phone.

Ah Keung quickly said: "Sorry... sorry... My abdomen suddenly contracted and my body laughed first. My diaphragm moved on its own."

Ah Jane said: "I understand... I understand. Teacher's notes, Chapter 15 — when the diaphragm vibrates intensely, the sympathetic nervous system switches to the parasympathetic nervous system. It means even if you don't want to laugh, your body will choose to. And you chose laughter first! Yes, yes, I understand."

Ah Keung said: "I wanted to explain about the sunflowers, but the laugh came out before I could speak. The more I tried to control it, the more my body wouldn't listen. The sunflowers... Ho Ho... are dead... Ha Ha!"

Suddenly, Ah Jane stopped being angry about the sunflowers. Ah Keung's laughter seemed to have given birth to new sunflowers.

Ah Jane held the phone and waited.

She suddenly asked: "What about my mother? She said she was coming to water the sunflowers yesterday."

Ah Keung opened his mouth and said: "Your mother said the weather was nice, so she went up to the roof."

End

日期 Date：24 August 2026

圖 Illustration: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

我除了寫微故事，還製作有聲書，希望我們能互相認識。

喜歡我的文章嗎？盼得到您的支持、點讚，或分享我的文章，讓我知道創作的路上有你陪伴。

Besides writing micro-stories, I also create audiobooks. I hope we can get to know each other.

Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

關於我 /About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

故事選集 / Story Collection

https://tonkabean2016.blogspot.com/

https://matters.town/@tonkabean/collections

Micro-story: The Pigs Who Couldn't Lie (by Tonkabean)

 

On this farm, a new rule was made: No pig is allowed to lie. However, reports showed that lying is a pig’s natural instinct. Hearing this news, Kiki and Fifi were deeply worried. Their brother, Pipi, was always lazy and only did 70% of his work. For example, if he was supposed to change the trash bags three times a day, he would only do it twice. If he was supposed to guard the farm five times, he would only go three times. Whenever he was caught, he always made up excuses. That was just Pipi’s work attitude.

Rules were rules, but obeying this one changed the farm in a strange way. The whole place fell into a dead silence. Every pig became as lonely as a heavy, unmovable stone. Their facial muscles became completely stiff. Forcing them not to lie was like forcing them not to speak. It was deeply depressing.

In this quiet farm, Kiki noticed a very skinny pig. He was so thin that he barely looked like a pig. Because he was too skinny to be sold for money, he ended up doing various chores for the farmer, yet he carried an amazing amount of energy.

Fifi felt sorry for the skinny pig and began to watch him. But to her surprise, he didn't look miserable at all. She even doubted her own eyes—why did the skinny pig always seem to be smiling? She couldn't help but walk closer. He really was laughing, and he was doing it out loud! She thought, If there's nothing wrong with my eyes, then my ears must be playing tricks on me!

It turned out that the skinny pig loved to laugh. He loved laughing even more than he loved eating! Gradually, he had much less fat than the other pigs, and he wasn't as lazy as them either. He began to share his Laughter Yoga. Especially when the new rule was announced, the pigpen was filled with emotional stress. The skinny pig wrinkled his nose and let out a big, 'Ho Ho Ha Ha... Anyway, just laugh first!' Soon, the other pigs started laughing along, too. 'Yes, yes, yes! Real or fake, it doesn't matter. Just laugh first!' a female pig said."

Kiki and Fifi felt a bit awkward. If the laugh was fake, where was the fun? Besides, how was this any different from lying? Wasn't this just another form of cheating?

The skinny pig smiled and patted their shoulders. "In the science of Laughter Yoga, this is called the two-way link between body and mind. Whatever action your body performs, it generates a corresponding emotion in your mind. This is not cheating; it is a gentle rebellion of the body against the brain. When the brain stops judging whether life is funny or not, it bypasses the cognitive braking system that blocks our joy..." The skinny pig went on and on.

Fifi scratched her forehead and said, "That sounds way too complicated. You talk like you're speaking to humans. But I am a pig."

The skinny pig laughed and said, "Before you eat, do you stop and think, 'I am about to eat, but am I really hungry?' No, you don't! You just eat first! Laughter works the same way. Just laugh, and your brain will follow. It’s just like rolling around in the mud. Do you stop and ask yourself, 'Am I rolling the right way?' No! You just roll! Laughter is exactly the same." The skinny pig shrugged.

Kiki and Fifi looked at each other. They decided to drop all logic, let go of their doubts, and just give this "Ho Ho Ha Ha" a try!

Two pigs laughed very shyly.

Ten pigs laughed quite easily.

A hundred pigs laughed beautifully and brightly.

Eventually, Kiki and Fifi got used to laughing for no reason. Laughter itself became the reason. And the wonderful thing was, laughing this way still brought them pure, true joy.

End

Date：31 August 2026

Illustration: Ai-Bean

Written by: Tonkabean

Besides writing micro-stories, I also create audiobooks. I hope we can get to know each other.

Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

Story Collection

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微故事: 我跟阿媽去班加羅爾 (東加豆) Micro-story: My Bangalore Trip with Mom (by Tonkabean)

微故事: 我跟阿媽去班加羅爾 (東加豆)

 

我阿媽話要去班加羅爾參加大笑瑜伽導師課程。

佢六十七歲，退休後學過太多嘢：氣功、畫畫、種花、上網賣嘢。次次都話「今次真係搵到人生意義」，三個月後就放棄。今次輪到大笑瑜伽。

「你同我去。」佢話。

「我唔去。」

「機票買咗。」

「我份工……」

「你請假。」

「我冇錢。」

「我用你啲積蓄買嘅。」

我阿媽就係咁。佢永遠唔會同你講「我想你去」，佢只會令你冇得揀。

班加羅爾好熱。工作坊喺一個冇冷氣嘅禮堂，三百人坐地下，拍手喊「Ho Ho Ha Ha」。我坐最後排，諗緊公司嗰份報告星期一要交，但我仲未開始寫。

導師話：「身體分唔清真笑假笑，只要願意……」

我內心話：「我身體分得清乜嘢叫做攰。」

旁邊一個外國人笑到成個彈弓咁，啲眼淚飛咗落我隻手。我望住佢，心想：佢究竟經歷過啲咩？

課程進入「Laughter Meditation」。導師叫我哋瞓低、合埋眼，讓笑聲從身體入面自己流出來。我瞓低。腦入面開始盤點：今個月卡數、阿媽嘅血壓藥、老細上星期黑面嗰下眼神……

然後後面一個阿叔發出一下好似放屁嘅笑聲。真係好似放屁。

我忍唔住。唔係笑，係「哧」一聲，一啖氣從我個鼻噴咗出嚟。

然後我隔離嗰個外國人聽到，又笑多咗。

然後前面個阿姨聽到後面笑，又轉頭望。

然後成個禮堂好似傳染病咁，一個傳一個。

我笑到眼淚出晒嚟，笑到個肚好痛。唔係因為好笑，係因為我發現自己喺印度、喺一個冇冷氣嘅禮堂、同三百個陌生人一齊笑，而我阿媽喺我前面，笑到成個細路女咁。

我上一次見佢笑得咁開心，係我七歲嗰年。

課程完咗。我返到香港，繼續返工、繼續交卡數、繼續面對老細黑面。

但有一樣嘢唔同咗。

我而家每個禮拜六，會同阿媽去公園，同十幾個阿叔阿嬸一齊「Ho Ho Ha Ha」。

我唔知呢樣嘢有冇意義。

我只係知，每次我笑完，夜晚都瞓得好啲。

完

Micro-story:  My Bangalore Trip with Mom (by Tonkabean)

 

My mom announced that she was going to Bangalore to take the Laughter Yoga Teacher Training course.

She is sixty-seven years old. Since retiring, she has tried everything: Qigong, painting, gardening, and online selling. Every single time, she would say, "This time, I’ve truly found the meaning of life." Three months later, she would give up. This time, it was Laughter Yoga.

"You are coming with me," she said.

"I’m not going."

"The flight tickets are bought."

"But my job..."

"Take leave."

"I don't have the money."

"I bought them using your savings."

That’s my mom. She never says "I want you to come." She just leaves you with no choice.

Bangalore was boiling hot. The workshop was held in a hall with no air conditioning. Three hundred people sat on the floor, clapping and chanting "Ho Ho Ha Ha." I sat in the very last row, thinking about a company report due on Monday that I hadn't even started writing.

The teacher said, "The body cannot tell the difference between real and fake laughter. As long as you are willing..."

In my heart, I thought, *My body can definitely tell what exhaustion feels like.*

Next to me, a foreigner was laughing so hard he was bouncing like a spring, and a few tears splashed onto my hand. I looked at him and wondered, *What on earth has this guy been through?*

Then, we entered the "Laughter Meditation." The teacher asked us to lie down, close our eyes, and let the laughter flow naturally from inside our bodies. I lay down. My mind started listing my worries: this month's credit card bill, my mom's blood pressure medicine, the dark look my boss gave me last week...

Suddenly, a middle-aged man behind me let out a laugh that sounded exactly like a fart. Literally, like a fart.

I couldn't help it. It wasn't a proper laugh, but a "pfft" sound as air burst out of my nose.

The foreigner next to me heard it and started laughing even harder.

Then an auntie in front of us heard the laughter behind her and turned around to look.

Suddenly, like a contagion, the laughter spread from one person to another across the entire hall.

I laughed until tears streamed down my face, and my stomach began to hurt. It wasn't because anything was actually funny. It was because I realized I was in India, in a hall with no air conditioning, laughing with three hundred strangers—and right in front of me was my mom, laughing just like a little girl.

The last time I saw her laugh that happily, I was seven years old.

The course ended. I returned to Hong Kong, continued going to work, paying my credit card bills, and facing my boss’s dark expressions.

But one thing changed.

Now, every Saturday, I go to the park with my mom and join a dozen aunties and uncles to "Ho Ho Ha Ha."

I don't know if this has any grand meaning.

All I know is, every time after I laugh, I sleep much better at night.

End

日期 Date：10 August 2026

圖 Illustration: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

我除了寫微故事，還製作有聲書，希望我們能互相認識。

喜歡我的文章嗎？盼得到您的支持、點讚，或分享我的文章，讓我知道創作的路上有你陪伴。

Besides writing micro-stories, I also create audiobooks. I hope we can get to know each other.

Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

關於我 /About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

故事選集 / Story Collection

https://tonkabean2016.blogspot.com/

https://matters.town/@tonkabean/collections

Micro-story:  Ah Sha and Her Fertilizer (by Tonkabean)

 

People call me Ah Sha because my body looks like a shark, and my laugh sounds like one too. When they laugh at me, I laugh right back. I tell them, "This is my internal jogging."

What is internal jogging? Well, I just found out about it myself. A Laughter Yoga teacher told me: "Laughter Yoga works your belly muscles and your diaphragm. Scientists call it 'internal jogging' because it stimulates your organs. It doesn't just strengthen your belly and give you an internal massage; it also helps keep your organs in the right place, making sure your digestion and absorption work efficiently." To be honest, I didn't fully get what he meant, but it sounded pretty cool. Since then, I’ve been practicing Laughter Yoga, though I wouldn't call myself a true Laughter Yogi just yet.

My head is always full of weird ideas. A friend told me these ideas are "materials," but I call them "fertilizer." Materials can expire, but fertilizer makes things grow.

All those laughs and doubts from others? They are my NPK—my nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. I swallow them all and use the vibrations of my diaphragm to break them down.

What is NPK? They are the three essential nutrients for plants to grow. To put it simply: nitrogen grows leaves, phosphorus grows flowers and fruits, and potassium strengthens roots and stems.

The people who laugh at me keep on laughing, and whenever I want to laugh, I just keep on laughing too.

Just like when I was a kid, laughing is just for fun. You don’t need a reason.

This is exactly how my so-called "creative works" are grown.

But people always ask, "How much money can you make from this?"

Whenever that happens, stress starts running wild inside my body. So, I just keep laughing.

The funny thing is, when I keep laughing, the other person actually starts laughing along with me!

It has happened a few times now. Some people get a little embarrassed by my laughter, while others ask if they asked the wrong question.

I say, "No, no, no... good question! Good question!"

And in my heart, I remember what my Laughter Yoga friend said: "That’s mirror neurons at work. Just laugh and don't worry!"

Over the years, I’ve thrown away a lot of rotten ideas. But they were never wasted. It’s just like turning the soil to give new things room to grow.

My friend said, "Yes, exactly! Just like the carbon dioxide inside you—exhale it out with force, and let the laughter come in."

End

Date：17 August 2026

Illustration:  Ai-Bean

Written by: Tonkabean

Besides writing micro-stories, I also create audiobooks. I hope we can get to know each other.

Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

Story Collection

https://tonkabean2016.blogspot.com/

https://matters.town/@tonkabean/collections

Micro-story: The Night the Drinks Fought Back (by Tonkabean)

 

At 3:00 AM, the moonlight was like a voyeur, peeking through the window screen onto the kitchen counter. A cup of amber honey water and a cup of cloudy ginseng tea stood side by side in perfect order.

Ah Bei was used to drinking honey water before bed, letting the sweet taste coat her throat. Ah Lap, however, was obsessed with the bitterness of ginseng tea. If forced to choose, he would say that life itself is bitterer than Chinese medicine.

Thankfully, they had just finished watching a movie—David Lynch’s *Eraserhead*. On the screen, a deformed creature suddenly turned its head to the camera, flashng a sweet, honey-like smile. Ah Lap felt that only this kind of bizarre, twisted film could balance out his daily life. Perhaps, Ah Bei's presence in his life was the exact same kind of balance.

Ah Bei’s hand unconsciously moved to her chest. Something seemed to be crawling inside...

Tonight, the two drinks decided they would no longer stay silent.

Countless tiny bubbles popped up on the surface of the honey water, rolling and rolling, eating away at the edges of the ginseng tea. Not to be outdone, the root-like tea dregs of the ginseng tea grew out like a small hand, tightly wrapping around the honey water cup.

"I know your smile is sweet, but it’s so fake!" hissed the ginseng tea.

"Your bitter face is the one that's fake!" the honey water shot back. "Don't you know? Laughing releases endorphins. Whether it’s a real laugh or a fake laugh, it kills pain instantly."

The ginseng tea froze for a moment.

Taking advantage of the victory, the honey water pushed further: "Studies say that laughing can boost positive emotions by 17% and drop negative ones by 27%. Look at you. You’re so bitter and repressed. Who would ever want to get close to you?"

Furious, the ginseng tea stretched out its dark brown roots, wrapping around the base of the honey water cup like an octopus.

"Serotonin makes people calm, relaxed, and hopeful."

"Hey! Don't judge a tea by its cover! Just because I look bitter doesn't mean I don't want to smile," the ginseng tea replied, sounding a bit wronged.

The honey water went silent.

In her sleep, the corners of Ah Bei’s mouth curved up, looking like a thief who had just stolen some honey. Ah Lap’s brows, however, frowned into the exact shape of a wrinkled ginseng root.

At dawn, they woke up as usual.

Ah Bei took a sip of her honey water: "It doesn't taste that sweet today."

Ah Lap took a sip of his ginseng tea: "It doesn't taste that bitter today."

They looked at each other, and both smiled at the same time.

Deep down in the kitchen sink, the leftovers of the honey water and the ginseng tea quietly tangled together.

It seemed they were still talking.

End

Date：10 August 2026

Illustration: Ai-Bean

Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

Besides writing micro-stories, I also create audiobooks. I hope we can get to know each other.

Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

Story Collection

https://tonkabean2016.blogspot.com/

https://matters.town/@tonkabean/collections

Micro-story: The Happy Woman Who Sleeps Little / 少睡的快樂女人 (by Tonkabean)

Micro-story: The Happy Woman Who Sleeps Little  (by Tonkabean)

 

"Did you laugh today?"

At 4 AM, Ah Ta asked this question to the mirror. As if asking you, asking me, asking herself.

Ah Ta has a family, children, plans, and two books waiting to be written. She sleeps only three and a half hours a night, yet she's like a light bulb that never needs charging. In others' eyes, she never seems tired, always carrying a certain glow and warmth.

She has a trick: close her eyes, breathe in for four seconds, breathe out for eight seconds — like a meditating frog. Three and a half hours of sleep isn't a deficit for her; it's a precise energy-compression technique. Can't sleep? Don't get angry. Breathe deeply. Laugh. There's still so much to do.

Tonight, a black crow appeared on the living room sofa. Ah Ta genuinely wanted to crush it with one finger.

She stepped closer and asked: "Why do your eyes look like mine? Can't you sleep either?"

She had been wrestling with an AI over the lines of a strange drawing. The night was too quiet, the crow too black. Then, without warning, Ah Ta's abdomen began to pulse rhythmically, and her throat let out a dry "Ho Ho Ha Ha."

She wasn't crazy. This kind of laughter bypasses the brain's rational system — it's the only technique that allows adults to laugh continuously without thinking. The crow tilted its head, its black eyes rolling, as if to say: "Hey, don't you sleep?"

Ah Ta laughed back at it and tilted her head in return. One woman, one bird, playing a mimicry game at 4 AM.

The Laughter Yoga teacher's manual says laughter summons a team of special forces called "NK cells" that hunt down viruses and bad cells. Ah Ta doesn't sleep, but her immune system works harder than anyone's, patrolling quietly through the night. She could even handle a crow attack — but the question is, do crows have NK cells too?

The clock moved toward four. The crow flapped its wings and flew toward the window. Just before leaving, it turned back and let out two sounds — "Ho Ho Ha Ha" — same rhythm, same timing, exactly the same.

Was this an AI hallucination, or her own? Ah Ta scratched her head. Suddenly, a Laughter Yoga exercise came to mind — she unzipped the top of her head, took out her brain, rinsed it like a cabbage, put it back, zipped it up, and felt as fresh as if she'd been replaced by a brand new one.

She poured out her cold tea. The sky was growing light. The children would wake soon.

As for that laughing crow — she thought, tonight at 3:30, she'd ask it again.

End

微故事: 少睡的快樂女人 (東加豆)

"你今天笑了嗎？" 凌晨四點，亞亭對著鏡子問。彷彿在問你、問我、問她自己。

亞亭有家庭、有孩子、有計劃，還有兩本書在等她寫。她每天只睡三個半小時，卻像一顆不用充電的燈泡，別人眼裡的她，從不疲倦，總是帶著光芒與熱情。

她有一項心得：閉上眼，吸氣四秒，呼氣八秒，像一隻在打坐的青蛙。三個半小時的睡眠，對她來說不是透支，而是一種精準的能量壓縮技術。睡不了，不生氣，深呼吸，再來笑，還有很多事情等著她。

今夜，客廳沙發上莫名多了一隻黑色烏鴉，亞亭真的想一隻手指卒死牠！

她一步一步走近問："為什麼你的眼神和我一樣？你也失眠嗎？"

本來她正在跟AI為一幅怪畫的線條角力。黑夜太靜，烏鴉太黑，亞亭的腹部突然毫無預兆地抽動起來，喉嚨發出 "Ho Ho Ha Ha"的乾笑。

她沒有瘋。這種笑繞過了大腦的理智系統，是唯一一種不需要思考就能持續大笑的技巧。烏鴉側起頭，黑眼珠骨碌碌地轉，像是在說："喂，你不用睡的嗎？"

亞亭對著牠笑，又學牠側頭，一人一鳥，在凌晨四點玩起了模仿遊戲。

大笑瑜伽導師手冊說，笑聲會召喚一隊叫「NK細胞」的特種兵，專門捕捉病毒和壞細胞。亞亭不用睡，但她的免疫系統比任何人更勤快，在黑夜裡默默巡邏。即使有烏鴉來襲擊也能撐得住——問題是，烏鴉也有NK細胞嗎？

時鐘走向四點。烏鴉拍拍翅膀，向窗飛出去。臨走前，牠回頭，發出兩聲 "Ho Ho Ha Ha"——頻率、節奏，一模一樣。

究竟這是AI幻覺，還是自己的幻覺？亞亭抓了抓頭，腦海忽然飄起一個大笑瑜伽練習——她拉開頭頂的拉鏈，把腦袋掏出來，像洗一顆白菜那樣沖了沖，塞回去，拉好拉鏈，整個人清爽得像煥然一新。

她倒了茶，天色微亮，孩子快醒了。

至於那隻會笑的烏鴉——她想，今晚三點半，再問牠。

完

 

日期 Date： 2026

圖 Illustration: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

我除了寫微故事，還製作有聲書，希望我們能互相認識。

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Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

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Micro-story: The Laughter Yoga Menu (by Tonkabean)

 

Ah Fan had been practicing Laughter Yoga for three years. He decided to take an advanced course to upgrade himself.

A week later, the teacher handed him a "Laughter Yoga Menu" and asked him to think carefully about how he wanted to spend his next year in Laughter Yoga.

"You cannot choose everything on this menu. Your budget is only five dollars or less. Whatever you choose will be how you live your laughter days for the coming year." With a half-smile, the teacher clapped and cheered, "Very good, very good, yeah!"

Ah Fan looked at the menu:

* Hearty Laughter – $3

* Relaxation – $2

* Stress Relief – $2

* Infecting Others – $3

* Losing My Image – $2

* Pure Joy – $3

* Childlike Playfulness – $3

* Laughing from the Belly – $1

* Breathing Along – $1

* Eye Contact – $1

* Gratitude – $1

* Mimicking Animals – $2

* Exaggerated Body Movements – $2

* Lasting Friendship – $2

He wanted "Pure Joy" ($3) and also wanted "Childlike Playfulness" ($2)—but that would be $5 in total, But he would not have Stress Relief or Hearty Laughter.

So he put "Pure Joy" and "Childlike Playfulness" aside and switched to "Hearty Laughter" ($3) and "Relaxation" ($2). He remembered his wife always telling him that his laugh looked too fake. He thought to himself, *Getting some hearty laughter wouldn’t be bad.*

But then, his eyes caught "Lasting Friendship" ($2). He thought of him, her, and all of them. If it weren't for him, her, and them, he would never have taken the Leader course, let alone traveled to India for the Teacher training. Most of his happiness came from him, her, and them. This $2 was something he absolutely could not save.

Ah Fan chose "Lasting Friendship."

Now, he had $3 left. If he chose "Hearty Laughter," his budget would be full, and he couldn’t pick anything else.

"Laughing from the Belly" ($1) and "Breathing Along" ($1) were only one dollar each—very good value. Ah Fan already struggled with making decisions, and now he felt even more frustrated!

Before he could decide, a burst of laughter suddenly echoed in his ears, "Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha! VGVG Yeah!"

The teacher said, "When a person feels down or hesitates, instead of sitting around waiting for a good mood to happen, it’s better to take action first. Your mood will naturally follow and change."

"I am feeling very down today."

"I learn from my mistakes! I learn from others' mistakes!" the teacher talked to himself.

Then, a group of people burst into hearty laughter. The teacher laughed even louder. He looked completely relaxed, not at all like someone who was feeling down.

Ah Fan froze for a moment. The teacher was just saying he felt down a second ago, and the next second he was leading the laughter. Ah Fan suddenly recalled a psychological therapy mentioned in his notes called Behavioral Activation. The manual stated: "Participating in activities related to happiness—such as laughing, playing, or socializing—can truly boost your sense of joy."

Ah Fan finally made his decision and filled out his Laughter Yoga Menu:

*Lasting Friendship ($2) + Losing My Image ($2) + Gratitude ($1).*

Because he believed that one true, lasting friendship could offset everything else: hearty laughter, relaxation, stress relief, pure joy, childlike playfulness, eye contact, mimicking animals, breathing along, laughing from the belly...

End

*This story is entirely fictional. The laughter we share online every day is completely free.*

Date：13 July 2026

Illustration: Ai-Bean

Written by: Tonkabean

Besides writing micro-stories, I also create audiobooks. I hope we can get to know each other.

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Micro-story: International "Riso a Gosto" Festival 2026 (by Tonkabean) / 巴西國際大笑節

Micro-story: International "Riso a Gosto" Festival 2026 (by Tonkabean)

Inside a Central office elevator, the air feels like frozen meat—cold and stiff. Ah Chan stares at the flashing floor numbers. Surrounding him are dark grey suits. Every mouth seems calculated, curved at a precise, mechanical angle. In this city, facial expressions are assets; they must not be wasted.

His phone vibrates. It’s an international email: "Invitation to the  International "Riso a Gosto" Festival 2026”—Record a 10 to 20-second laughing video to spread joy to the world."

"Why are there so many Laughter Yoga messages lately?" Ah Chan mutters to himself. He can't even remember what he liked or what forms he filled out.

Ah Chan scoffs in his mind. Ten seconds? In a city where hundreds of thousands of dollars are made every second, ten seconds of unconditional laughter is completely ridiculous! Doing something with zero return on investment will definitely get him scolded by his mom, kicked out of the house by his wife, and fired by his boss.

The elevator doors slide open. Everyone files out like programmed robots.

Ah Chan walks into the restroom. He stretches, takes a deep breath, and smells a foul odor. He looks in the mirror. The 50-year-old face staring back is stiff, like a piece of dried, mystery meat. Why mystery meat and not premium beef, fish, or pork? Ah... this city is just too polluted. "The last time I laughed for no reason feels like last century," Ah Chan mutters to himself again.

Driven by some strange impulse, he locks himself inside a toilet stall, pulls out his phone, and starts recording.

"This laugh is for the Riso a Gosto Festival!" he whispers to the camera in a tone that feels almost criminal. The first part rolls off his tongue smoothly: *"This laugh is for the..."*

"Riso... Gosto..."* He gets stuck immediately.

"Am I pronouncing this right?" "Riso... Gosto..." Switching back and forth between his social media and notes app, he just can’t remember the full sentence.

"Can't even handle one simple sentence, and yet I claim to make hundreds of thousands every second."

He opens his eyes wide to read the details clearly—turns out it's Portuguese, hosted by an organization called ABRARISO. The rules: record a 10 to 20-second video in vertical format, say "This laugh is for the Riso a Gosto Festival!" to the camera, post it as an Instagram Story, and tag @abrarisooficial. The main online event will take place on Zoom on August 22nd. That’s it.

Ah Chan takes it so seriously that he pulls off two squares of toilet paper and uses a pen to copy down the exact sentence: "This laugh is for the Riso a Gosto Festival!"

Then, he tries to laugh. A dry cough, a twitch—nothing comes out. Looking at his own indescribable expression, if someone said he looked constipated, he wouldn’t deny it.

Right then, inside that tiny toilet stall, he actually bursts out laughing. It is a genuine, unstoppable laugh. He laughs at his endless overtime work, laughs at the crazy housing prices, and laughs at this city where even breathing costs money. He laughs until tears stream down his face.

Fifteen seconds. Done.

He hits send, tossing his video across the globe to that distant Brazilian festival.

Stepping out of the restroom, Ah Chan puts his dark grey mask back on.

But he knows that on the other side of the world, someone is watching his moment of pure madness.

This is probably the least economically viable thing he has done all year—yet, it is the one that made him feel truly awake.

Date：9 July 2026

Illustration: Ai-Bean

Written by: Tonkabean

End

Story to my friend Maria-Brazil

Knowmore/知多一點

Official website of https://abrariso.org.br/

IG: https://www.instagram.com/abrarisooficial/

微故事: 巴西國際大笑節 (東加豆)

中環電梯裡，空氣像冷藏肉，又冷又硬。（亞陳）盯著電梯數字，身旁都是深灰色西裝，每個人的嘴角都彷彿經過計算，弧度精準，不多不少。在這個城市，表情是資產，不能隨便浪費。

手機震動了一下，收到一封國際郵件："邀請參與 2026 國際大笑節——拍下一段 10 到 20 秒的大笑短片，向世界傳遞快樂。"

"為什麼最近那麼多大笑瑜伽的訊息？" 亞陳自言自語，他都忘記了按過什麼讚，填過什麼表格。

亞陳心裡冷笑了一聲。10秒？在這個城市，每秒幾十萬上落的地方，10秒的無條件大笑，簡直是荒謬！做這種毫無投資價值的事情，肯定會被阿媽鬧，被老婆踢出家門，比老闆炒魷魚。

電梯門開了，大家魚貫而出，像設定好程式的機器人。

亞陳走進洗手間，伸懶腰、深呼吸，一陣臭味。他照著鏡子，鏡子裡那張臉五十歲，僵硬得像一塊風乾的雜肉。為什麼不是牛肉、魚肉、蟹肉或豬肉，而是一塊雜肉？喔...這個城市太污染了。上次毫無目的地大笑，好像是上個世紀的事。亞陳又自言自語。

他鬼使神差地鎖上廁所格子的門，拿出手機，點開錄影。

「This laugh is for the Riso a Gosto Festival!」他壓低聲音，用近乎犯罪的語氣對著鏡頭說。非常順口 "This laugh is for the... "

"Riso....Gosto..." 他馬上卡住。

"會不會讀錯？" "Riso....Gosto..." 因為在社交媒體和記事本應用程式轉換之間，亞陳總是記不起整句句子。

"那麼簡單都抓不住的一句，還口口聲聲說自己每秒幾十萬上落。"

他瞪大眼睛看清楚——原來是葡萄牙文，一個叫ABRARISO的機構主辦的。拍攝要求：十至二十秒短片，直式，對著鏡頭說：「This laugh is for the Riso a Gosto Festival!」，發佈到 Instagram Story，標籤@abrarisooficial。活動會在8月22日線上舉行。就這樣。

亞陳竟然認真到拿出兩格廁紙，用筆在廁紙上抄下整句句子 "This laugh is for the Riso a Gosto Festival!"

然後他試圖笑。乾咳、抽搐，笑不出來。他看著自己那副難以形容的樣子，如果有人說似便秘，他不會否認的。

此刻，在廁所格仔裡，他自己都笑了出來。那種笑，是真正的、忍不住的那種笑。他笑自己每天加班、笑樓價高、笑這個連呼吸都要計錢的城市，笑到眼淚流出來。

15秒。錄完。

他按了發送，把短片丟進那個遙遠的巴西大笑節。

走出洗手間時，亞陳重新戴上那副深灰色的面具。

但他知道，在世界的另一端，有人正看著他剛才的瘋狂大笑。

這大概是他今年做過最沒有經濟效益，卻最清醒的一件事。

完

日期：9 July 2026

圖: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

我除了寫微故事，還製作有聲書，希望我們能互相認識。

喜歡我的文章嗎？盼得到您的支持、點讚，或分享我的文章，讓我知道創作的路上有你陪伴。

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Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

關於我 /About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

故事選集 / Story Collection

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微故事: 笑肌, 重啟中… (東加豆) Micro-story: Smile muscles: Rebooting... (by Tonkabean)

微故事: 笑肌, 重啟中… (東加豆)

Micro-story: Smile muscles, Rebooting... (by Tonkabean)

 

阿丁做了十一年客戶經理。他最大的技能不是談生意，而是（捲）。把一張臉捲成恰到好處的弧度，不冷不熱，不真不假。

捲了十一年，臉終於罷工了。

某天早上，他發現自己的嘴角卡在上揚的位置，放不下來。吃早餐是這樣，看新聞是這樣，連睡覺被老婆踢醒也是這樣。他像一個永遠在說（歡迎光臨）的蠟像。

客人給他留言："皮笑肉不笑，不如唔好笑。" 一星。

阿丁計算過，一顆星可以抵銷二十顆五星。系統評核他的平均值是三星半，身為一位客戶經理，這個結果，簡直不能向任何人交代，上司、下屬、阿媽、老婆、阿仔。

絕望之下，他重上大笑瑜伽課。導師沒說大道理，只叫大家做（獅子大笑）——伸脷、瞪眼、從喉嚨深處吼出來。阿丁照做，臉上的肌肉撕扯著，像在拉一條生了鏽的拉鏈。

他發現，原來笑不是從臉開始的。筆記說，一次大笑能把肺裡1500毫升的廢氣擠出來。他不知道1500毫升是多少，但他覺得自己的肺像被清空了一樣，然後灌進了新的東西。

阿丁非常享受這種奇妙的感覺，導師說："Inhale...!"

他吸吸進去的，有地鐵的廢氣，老細的晦氣、客人的怨氣，以及自己那口難以吞下的烏氣。

大笑瑜伽卻讓這些像垃圾般的氣體，像嘔吐一樣，把你生活中被迫吸入的種種烏氣，一次過吐出來，長長地呼出一口氣。

每次客人說他笑得假，他就趁機推廣大笑瑜伽。講（內部慢跑）、講（橫膈膜震盪）、講（氧氣大掃除）。本來是皮笑肉不笑的笑容，因為講得太多，竟然帶著幾分莫名其妙的熱情。

那麼，那張卡住的臉呢？還在的，但阿丁已經不在意了。笑下笑下，不知不覺就鬆開了。有時候，早上還會卡一下，Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha...x 2 YGYG Yeah！也就沒事了。

完

Micro-story: Smile muscles: Rebooting... (by Tonkabean)

 

Ah Ding had been an account manager for eleven years. His greatest skill wasn't closing deals; it was crafting the perfect "corporate smile." He could roll his facial muscles into a precise angle—neither too cold nor too warm, neither completely true nor completely fake.

After eleven years of doing this, his face finally went on strike.

One morning, he woke up and found the corners of his mouth stuck in an upward position. He couldn’t bring them down. He looked like that while eating breakfast, while watching the news, and even when his wife kicked him awake in the middle of the night. He had become a wax figure that was forever saying, "Welcome!"

A client left him a review: "A fake smile is worse than no smile at all." One star.

Ah Ding did the math. One single star could wipe out twenty five-star reviews. The system now rated his average at 3.5 stars. As an account manager, this score was a total disaster. He couldn’t face anyone—his boss, his team, his mother, his wife, or his son.

Out of sheer despair, he went back to a Laughter Yoga class. The instructor didn't give any deep lectures. She simply asked everyone to do the "Lion Laughter"—stick out your tongue, widen your eyes, and roar from the depths of your throat. Ah Ding followed along. The muscles on his face stretched painfully, feeling like a rusted zipper being forced open.

That was when he realized that a real laugh doesn’t start from the face. The class notes said that a single hearty laugh can push 1,500 milliliters of stale air out of the lungs. He didn't really know how much 1,500 milliliters was, but he felt as if his lungs had been completely emptied, and then filled with something brand new.

Ah Ding thoroughly enjoyed this magical feeling. The instructor called out, "Inhale...!"

What he breathed in everyday was the exhaust from the subway, the bad mood of his boss, the complaints of his clients, and his own swallowed anger.

But Laughter Yoga allowed him to throw up all these toxic gases like vomit. It took all the bitterness he had been forced to swallow in life and let him spit it out in one long, deep exhale.

Now, whenever a client complained that his smile looked fake, he used it as a chance to promote Laughter Yoga. He would talk about "internal jogging," "diaphragm vibrations," and "the oxygen deep clean." His smile started out fake, but because he talked about it so much, it accidentally took on a strange, genuine passion.

So, what happened to his stuck face? It still gets stuck sometimes, but Ah Ding doesn’t care anymore. As he laughs day after day, the muscles have naturally loosened up. Occasionally, his mouth might still jam a little in the morning. He just goes, "Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha... x 2, YGYG Yeah!"—and just like that, he is totally fine.

End

日期 Date：6 July 2026

圖 Illustration: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

我除了寫微故事，還製作有聲書，希望我們能互相認識。

喜歡我的文章嗎？盼得到您的支持、點讚，或分享我的文章，讓我知道創作的路上有你陪伴。

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Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

關於我 /About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

故事選集 / Story Collection

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https://matters.town/@tonkabean/collections

Micro-story: One Laugh is All It Takes to Relax (by Tonkabean) 

Uncle Ping saw a news headline today: (Three Seniors, One Fire Extinguisher, One Dead).

The news reported that a 56-year-old man was smoking at a gas station. A staff member tried to stop him, leading to an argument that quickly turned physical. The 62-year-old staff member grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it wildly. The 64-year-old manager stepped in to stop them, only to be struck with great force by the snatched extinguisher. He fell unconscious instantly. A witness remarked, "He only hit him once... just once."

Uncle Ping shook his head and sighed, "One hit is all it takes to die. People these days have such short fuses."

Suddenly, a wave of worry washed over him. He had just had a huge fight with his son last night. He became genuinely terrified that one day, his son might pick up a fire extinguisher and strike him. He turned to his wife and said, "Fire extinguishers are bad luck. If they aren't used for fighting fires, people use them as weapons."

His wife replied, "Why don't you control your own temper instead? You are eighty years old and your internal fire is always burning. The fire extinguisher your son bought was meant to put out your fire, not to hit you."

Uncle Ping was reluctant to admit it, but deep down, he knew she was right. He decided to try Laughter Yoga, which his wife had been recommending.

During his first class, the teacher said, "Laughter requires no reason; it’s a choice." Uncle Ping opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He was still full of anger—angry at his stubborn son, angry at the reckless people in the news, and angry at himself for growing old and useless.

Then, a line from his training notes crossed his mind: "Anger and laughter are physiologically incompatible. You cannot be angry and laugh at the same time." The notes also mentioned a German study finding that the activation of the internal oblique muscles during laughter is even higher than doing sit-ups. Scientists call it "internal jogging." As it turns out, laughter is an intense internal workout for the body; you don’t wait for others to react before you start. 

He decided to force a laugh. "Ho Ho Ha Ha." The sound was dry, like a cough. But as he kept laughing, his abdomen began to vibrate. That heavy, suffocating feeling trapped in his chest felt as if it were being gently massaged away by an invisible hand. The burning fire in his chest didn't seem as intense anymore.

A few weeks later, his son came over for dinner. Before long, they were on the verge of arguing over another trivial matter. Uncle Ping took a deep breath and suddenly let out a sharp "Ha!"

His son was stunned. "What are you laughing at?"

Uncle Ping said, "Nothing. Just practicing."

Then his wife chimed in, "Haha, let me practice with you!"

Surprisingly, the son stood up and said, "Ha ha ha! Let me practice with you both!"

That night, no one mentioned the fire extinguisher. It sat quietly in the corner, gathering a thin layer of dust.

End

Date：29 June 2026

Illustration: Ai-Bean

Written by: Tonkabean

Besides writing micro-stories, I also create audiobooks. I hope we can get to know each other.

Do you like my stories? I hope to have your support, likes, or shares. Let me know that you are with me on this creative journey.

About me ：https://tonkabean.me/

Story Collection

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微故事: 客廳裡的播種期 / Planting Seeds in the Living Room (by Tonkabean)

微故事: 客廳裡的播種期 (東加豆)
Micro-story:  Planting Seeds in the Living Room　(by Tonkabean)

 

沙發兩端的距離，這是志明和秀英之間的一條界線，氣溫如南極。

志明總是把自己藏在報紙背後，像一隻自以為隱形的企鵝；秀英則沉迷於手機，彷彿在進行一場永無止境的滑屏探險。

然而最近，這個家悄悄出現了（氣候異常）。嚴格說來，異常的源頭不是客廳，而是秀英的體內。一切始於她誤交損友，那位損友叫大笑瑜伽，志明是這樣認為的。

秀英開始習慣無緣無故地笑。旁人的反應很統一。沉默，然後尷尬。同事、朋友、家人，一個個臉上面無表情，彷彿笑肌集體罷工。不過有一天，秀英在巴士站隨便抓了一個陌生人，邀請對方一起笑。結果那位陌生人比她笑得還大聲、還持久，簡直是職業級的水準。儘管她在廚房裡每天策劃一場無聲革命，遵從學術手冊的金科玉律——身體分不清假笑還是真笑，只要橫膈膜開始有節奏地震盪，大腦就會自動釋放快樂的化學煙火。然而，效果跟她想像大概差了十個馬拉松

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秀英不再執著於志明那種依賴大腦刺激的冷漠回應。黃昏時，她對著緩緩上升的油煙，調動腹部肌肉，發出"哈、哈、哈" 的吐納。 那笑聲虛實難辨，有時像自嘲，有時像某種古老的寺廟早課。  

奇妙的是，這帶點荒謬的橫膈膜震動，竟然變成看不見的粉紅小粒子，在冰冷的空氣中散落。

那麼，志明呢？

最近，他覺得有點怪異，總之，不像以往踏進家門飄來一股冷冰冰，傳來了一陣陣說不清的舒適感。那黑黑的舊鍋鏟，在秀英手中揮舞時，連煎魚的劈啪聲都變得像輕快的敲擊樂。這種真真假假的笑聲，產生奇妙的心理效應。

現在，一到下班時間，他腦袋裡不再上演（要不要加班）的內心小劇場——家裡那團低氣壓，不知不覺消失了。

志明偷偷觀察秀英，她動不動就會做出一些古靈精怪的動作，一時扮獅子笑，即使沒有發出聲音，但嘴巴張得可以塞進一整個漢堡。家裡的空氣中浮動，滿地撒落愛的種子，土壤肥沃。"接下來...就要看自己了，彎下腰，一起灌溉。" 志明自言自語。

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Micro-story: Planting Seeds in the Living Room (by Tonkabean)

 

The distance between the two ends of the sofa was a boundary between Chi Ming and Sau Ying. The temperature there was like the Antarctic.

Chi Ming always hid behind his newspaper, acting like a penguin who thought he was invisible. Sau Ying, on the other hand, was glued to her phone, as if on an endless scrolling adventure.

Recently, however, a subtle "climate change" happened in this home. To be exact, the source of this anomaly wasn't the living room, but inside Sau Ying's body. It all started when she fell into bad company. That "bad friend" was called Laughter Yoga—at least, that was what Chi Ming believed.

Sau Ying started laughing for no reason at all. People’s reactions were remarkably consistent: silence, followed by awkwardness. Colleagues, friends, and family members all stayed expressionless, as if their facial muscles had gone on a collective strike. But one day at a bus stop, Sau Ying randomly grabbed a stranger and invited them to laugh along. Surprisingly, that stranger laughed even louder and longer than she did, showing a truly professional standard.

Back home, she planned a silent revolution in the kitchen every day. She strictly followed the golden rule from her training manual: *the body cannot tell the difference between a fake laugh and a real laugh; as long as the diaphragm vibrates rhythmically, the brain will automatically release joyful chemical fireworks*. Yet, the actual results were still about ten marathons away from what she had imagined.

Sau Ying stopped obsessing over Chi Ming’s cold responses, which always depended on brain stimulation. At dusk, facing the rising cooking smoke, she engaged her abdominal muscles and exhaled rhythmically: "Ha, ha, ha." That laughter was hard to read. Sometimes it sounded like self-mockery; sometimes it felt like an ancient morning ritual in a temple.

Miraculously, these slightly absurd diaphragmatic vibrations turned into invisible little pink particles, drifting down through the cold air.

What about Chi Ming?

Lately, he felt something strange. In short, the usual wave of icy coldness that greeted him whenever he stepped through the front door was gone. Instead, there was a wave of indescribable comfort. As Sau Ying waved the blackened old spatula in her hand, even the sizzling sound of frying fish sounded like cheerful percussion music. This mix of real and fake laughter was creating a wonderful psychological effect.

Now, whenever it was time to leave work, the little drama in his head about "whether to work overtime" stopped playing. The heavy low pressure in the house had quietly vanished.

Chi Ming secretly observed Sau Ying. Every now and then, she would make quirky movements. Sometimes she practiced the "Lion Laugh"—even without making a sound, her mouth opened wide enough to fit a whole hamburger.

With love floating in the air, the seeds had been scattered all over the floor, and the soil was now rich and fertile.

"Next... it’s up to me. Time to bend down and water them together," Chi Ming muttered to himself.

End

日期 Date：22 June 2026

圖 Illustration: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

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