2026年4月27日 星期一

微故事: 一念.兩笑 (東加豆) Micro-story: One Thought, Two Laughs (by Tonkabean)

微故事: 一念.兩笑 (東加豆)
Micro-story: One Thought, Two Laughs (by Tonkabean)


都市人總會有些鬱結。(阿凡)每個週末準時去上(大笑瑜珈)課堂,深信刻意大笑能解開心事,這是(模擬笑聲)的原理——身體分不出真假,笑多了,心也會跟著走。

這天他換上輕便衣服,調整呼吸,預備走入課室。街頭天色微沉,風有點涼,一切如常。他步伐緩緩,心境平靜,只等一場集體大笑,撫平皺褶。

一.

推開課室門,導師示意全體即刻開始練習。他牽動嘴角,硬擠出笑聲——肌肉僵硬,心神游離。所有人沉浸在集體歡愉中,唯獨他的情緒依舊封閉。外在的笑觸不到裡面,儀式過後,空虛加倍蔓延。他站在角落,滿室歡笑,格格不入。

二.

推開課室門,導師示意全體即刻開始練習。他放下念頭,順著身體走——緩緩放開眉頭,笑聲從喉嚨深處慢慢滲出來,不勉強,不做作。周圍的笑氣包裹住他,壓抑的情緒悄然鬆開。他混在人群之中,安靜地笑,內心平緩。

同樣的課堂,同樣的時刻,推門兩次,兩種風景。

導演大喊:停!

然後跟大明星說:你喜歡哪一個版本?

阿凡不知道大明星怎樣回答,因為他根本沒有機會接觸這位大明星。他只知道這五分鐘的劇場,花了十個小時完成,以及剛才接過來的那四百二十一港元,然後他 Ho Ho ha ha ha…哼著(沉默的笑聲)。

Micro-story: One Thought, Two Laughs (by Tonkabean)


People in the city always carry some emotional knots. (Ah Fan) goes to Laughter Yoga class every weekend, believing that laughing on purpose can untie those knots. This is the principle of "simulated laughter" — the body cannot tell the difference between real and fake. Laugh more, and the heart will follow.

One day, he puts on comfortable clothes, adjusts his breathing, and gets ready to enter the classroom. The sky is a little grey, the wind is cool, everything feels normal. He walks slowly, feeling calm, waiting for a group laugh to smooth out the wrinkles inside.


One.

He opens the door. The teacher signals everyone to start laughing right away. He pulls his mouth corners, forcing out a laugh — muscles stiff, mind wandering. Everyone is lost in the group joy, but his emotions stay closed. The outside laughter cannot reach inside. After the ritual, emptiness spreads even more. He stands in the corner, surrounded by laughter, feeling out of place.

Two.

He opens the door. The teacher signals everyone to start laughing right away. He lets go of his thoughts and follows his body — slowly relaxing his forehead, laughter seeps out from deep in his throat, gentle, not forced, not pretending. The laughing energy around him wraps him up. The heavy feelings quietly loosen. He blends in with the crowd, laughing quietly, feeling peaceful inside.

Same class, same moment. Opening the door twice, two different scenes.

The director yells: Cut!

Then turns to the movie star and says: Which version do you prefer?

Ah Fan never knew how the movie star answered, because he never had a chance to meet that star. All he knew was that this five-minute scene took ten hours to finish, and the four hundred and twenty-one Hong Kong dollars he had just received, Then he hummed softly, "Ho Ho ha ha ha…" — the silent laughter.

日期 Date:27 April 2026

時間 Time: 14:35pm

圖 Picture: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Write. 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

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2026年4月20日 星期一

Micro-story: My Wife‘s Dress Is Inside Out

 Micro-story:  My Wife‘s Dress Is Inside Out

My name is Bob. One evening, my wife came home from work. I noticed her whole dress was inside out. I froze for a second. Before I could react, she turned on the TV, ran into the kitchen to stir-fry, then we ate, cleared the table, washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floor, and took out the trash — all within thirty minutes.

That’s the rhythm of this city. My city rhythm. Ho Ho ha ha ha…!

Ever since my wife became a Laughter Yoga student, she laughs about it, cries about it, then laughs again.

Ho Ho ha ha ha… Ho Ho ha ha ha… VGVG Yeah!

At night, we went to bed. I noticed her pajamas were inside out again. I froze again. I said, “It‘s inside out… I know you love Laughter Yoga and do Ho Ho Ha Ha every day, but you don’t have to wear your clothes backwards to make me laugh...”

My wife said, “I’m not trying to make you laugh... Laughter needs no reason. Laughter is the reason.” She yawned, rolled over, and fell asleep. Half an hour ago she was still doing Ho Ho Ha Ha. Within ten minutes of hitting the bed, she was out cold... Her back faced me. I stared at the washing label on her pajamas.

Over the next few days, I started noticing more. The little buttons on her blouse were on the inside. The seams were on the outside with tiny threads poking out. Her T-shirts were reversed. Her socks were reversed. Even the duvet cover had its zipper on the inside — the pale side showed without embarrassment, while the bright side hid against the quilt.

I asked her, “Have you been... too tired lately?” She was cooking with her apron tied on backwards, not turning her head. “The whole world is upside down and messy. What‘s wrong with me turning one or two clothes around?”

At first I thought she was in a bad mood, or making some silent protest. But no. I still heard her laughing loudly in the bathroom and in the kitchen. Her mood was perfectly stable.

I found myself answering her with Ho Ho Ha Ha without thinking, even though I wasn’t sure if my laugh was real or fake. I’m not even a Laughter Yoga student. My wife said, “Scientific studies prove that the body can’t tell the difference between real laughter and fake laughter. As long as you laugh, your body releases endorphins and lowers cortisol.” That’s pretty interesting.

One weekend morning, I saw her pick a stiff, sun-dried hoodie from the laundry basket — twisted inside out and knotted. Instead of shaking it out and flipping it back like she used to, she just followed the tangled mess, found the collar, and pulled it over her head. The sleeves were twisted. The hood sat behind her neck. She gave it a little tug and went to water the plants. Smooth as if she was putting on a freshly ironed shirt.

Then I understood.

She wasn’t “reversing” things. She was just accepting things as they came. If the washing machine turned it inside out, she wore it inside out. If the duvet cover was reversed, she used it reversed. If it got flipped back to normal, she wore it normal.

The world gave her a crooked logic. She just went along with it. Saving the energy of fixing the world to nurture her own life.

This attitude quietly seeped into her daily life. She no longer got upset by the twisted, distorted, bizarre things on the screen — as if people and beasts were all the same. Yet the world kept running as usual. Her words and smile remained gentle.

I looked at her calm profile. I remembered how she used to argue until her face turned red. I put my socks on inside out. I said, “Hey, my socks match your apron today!” I’m not fighting anything. I’m not going along with anything either. I just want to make my wife laugh. We haven’t worried about world events for six months now.

End


Laughter Yoga Song:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWeR7IEFtxlqH0w17yuHRJS0fReuxZ3-5


Laughter Yoga-Comic

https://laugh-yoga-hk.blogspot.com/


Laughter Yoga-Knowledge (Chinese)

https://laughter-yoga-knowledge.blogspot.com/


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