微故事: Bili Bala (東加豆)
Micro-story: Bili Bala (by Tonkabean) 

那天，我被全世界拋棄了。

我叫阿恆，禍不單行。

上司在會議上搶了我的計劃書。

女友傳來一句："我們冷靜一下。"

阿媽打電話來："今天和你大哥吃飯，他塞了一萬元在我的衫袋，家用比以前多了一千三百元。"

我聽懂了。不需要解釋。五年來，我給母親的家用沒有變過，因為老闆給我的薪水，也沒有變過。

連我養的貓都跳上了衣櫃頂，不瞧我一眼，我只是換了一袋雜嘜牌的貓糧。

我打開Zoom，參加每晚的笑瑜伽課，螢幕上一張張笑臉像陽光下的花。只有我笑不出來。我的笑是假的，連喉嚨都在抗拒。

筆記寫得真好：只要動作到位，大腦皮質那層理性的防線會自動瓦解。這一刻，這個視訊方格成了我——阿恆——最安全的避難所...

我不需要對任何人解釋我的難過，只需要坐在這片共振裡，讓繃緊的橫膈膜和胃部重新找回彈力。然而，這一刻我未感受得到。

然後我看見了他——右上角那格畫面裡，一個中年男人，嘴角上揚的角度精準得像量過，眼神溫柔而空洞，半小時過去，姿勢、笑容、甚至眨眼的頻率都沒有變過，簡直神級！

他叫（Bili Bala)。

我的腦內開始上演小劇場：這人一定修練了十年，神經迴路已經重組到可以完全控制每一條面部肌肉。他的笑容不依賴幽默、不依賴情緒、甚至不依賴外部刺激——那是無條件大笑的最高境界。

我盯著他，嘴角不自覺地跟著上揚。假笑開始鬆動，橫膈膜震了一下，然後是第二下。我聽見自己發出（Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha）的聲音，像生鏽的機器重新轉動。三十分鐘後，我笑了，真正的笑，眼淚都擠了出來。

接著，完成了一分鐘和平大笑，即是跳舞之前。大笑帶領員清了清喉嚨說："各位，Bili Bala 今天的畫面在第一分鐘就當機了，但他一直沒有離開。Bili Bala 非常好！非常好！耶！

全場靜了。我意思，我的耳朵、我的嘴巴、我的呼吸，全部靜了兩秒。然後笑成一團。

我看著那張定格的笑臉，忽然覺得——畫面卡住了，但我卡住一整天的情緒，鬆開了。

完

Micro-story: Bili Bala (by Tonkabean)

 

That day, I was abandoned by the whole world.

My name is Ah Hang. Misfortunes never come alone.

My boss stole my project proposal during the meeting.

My girlfriend sent a message: "Let’s calm down for a bit."

Then my mom called: "I had dinner with your big brother today. He stuffed ten thousand dollars into my pocket. He gave me thirteen hundred dollars more for household expenses than before."

I understood perfectly. No explanation needed. For five years, the allowance I gave my mother had never changed, because the salary my boss gave me had never changed either.

Even my cat jumped onto the top of the wardrobe and wouldn't even look at me, just because I had switched to a cheap, no-brand cat food.

I opened Zoom to join the nightly Laughter Yoga class. On the screen, the smiling faces were like flowers in the sun. Only I couldn’t laugh. My smile was fake, and even my throat was resisting.

The notes put it so well: As long as you do the movements right, the logical defense of your cerebral cortex will automatically dissolve. At this moment, this video grid became my—Ah Hang’s—safest shelter.

I didn't need to explain my sadness to anyone. I just needed to sit in this resonance and let my tight diaphragm and stomach find their bounce again. However, at this very moment, I couldn't feel it yet.

Then I saw him—in the top right corner of the screen, a middle-aged man. The upward angle of his smile was so precise it looked measured. His eyes were gentle yet hollow. Half an hour passed, and his posture, his smile, and even his blinking frequency never changed once. He was simply god-level!

His name tag said (Bili Bala).

An imaginary show started playing in my head: This guy must have practiced for ten years. His neural pathways must have reshaped so much that he can completely control every single facial muscle. His smile didn’t rely on humor, emotion, or even external stimulus—that was the highest state of unconditional laughter.

I stared at him, and the corners of my mouth unconsciously turned up. My fake smile began to loosen. My diaphragm shook once, then twice. I heard myself making "Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha" sounds, like a rusty machine starting to turn again. Thirty minutes later, I laughed—a real laugh, and tears even squeezed out of my eyes.

Next, we finished the one-minute laughter for world peace, right before the laughing dance. The Laughter Leader cleared their throat and said, "Everyone, Bili Bala’s screen actually froze in the very first minute, but he never left. Bili Bala, Very Good! Very Good! Yeah!"

The whole room went dead silent. I mean... My ears, my mouth, my breathing—everything went quiet for two seconds. Then, everyone burst into laughter.

I looked at that frozen smiling face and suddenly felt—the screen was stuck, but my emotions, which had been stuck all day, finally broke free.

End

日期 Date：8 June 2026

圖 Illustration: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

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