The Death Knell

No, after sending away his neighbor, Insomnia always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it because everything around him seemed so normal.

"Fishing, is fishing that interesting?" Without giving him any more time to think, the red-haired wife twisted his ears: "Since you caught a voodoo-style mummy orangutan inflatable doll last time, you You seem to be obsessed with it, do we need to talk about this?”

There was sporadic laughter and applause from somewhere, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

"Huh? I'm not, I haven't." Insomnia immediately retorted. He felt an inexplicable guilty conscience and quickly hugged his wife: "I like human beings, and I will never have any super-friendly relationship with orangutans. I swear to God Swear. Not to mention it’s an inflatable fake.”

"Well, dear, if you are right, I know that I am still more attractive than a chimpanzee."

The woman let go of her hand, obviously very satisfied with her victory. She turned around and walked to the kitchen again to play with the dishes on the chopping board, and said at the same time:

"My eldest daughter's head teacher called me just now. She did something big at school today. I think you, as a father, should talk to her."

"Oh? What's the big deal?"

Insomniac just sat down in the living room, put the construction helmet under his arm on the arm of the sofa, and then used the remote control to turn on the TV:

"Did she discriminate against the transgender classmates in the class again? Or did she spit in the food in the school cafeteria again? I don't think this is a big problem, it's just the growing pains of teenagers."

Well, compared to my daughter's affairs, I really should drink a bottle of cold beer after returning home from get off work. This is the most important thing.

"No, things are not that simple this time, dear." The wife's voice came from the kitchen, and there was the sound of a kitchen knife hitting the chopping board: "Today someone in her class brought a pet pig to school. As a result, our good daughter and her We were sued by a pig when we were riding the subway together. The lawyer hired by the pig said that our daughter secretly photographed the pig on the subway and violated the pig's right to privacy."

"So? Does she have it?" The insomniac who drank cold beer has relaxed, and the strange feeling in his mind no longer exists. He just feels that life at home is so natural.

"No, that's not the problem, you idiot. Don't you wonder why the pig hired a lawyer?" The wife's voice became helpless. Even if she couldn't see her working in the kitchen, she could probably imagine that she was working in the kitchen. Eye-rolling look.

"Yeah, why can a pig hire a lawyer? Could it be that this pig has joined a state union? Damn it, can't the Democrats do something serious? For example, try to launch a spaceship to land on the sun or something."

The laughter that came from nowhere appeared again, and there were people applauding wildly. It seemed to be coming from afar, in the sky outside the town?

It must be an illusion. How could there be someone in the sky?

As a character with a mid-life crisis, Insomnia naturally attributed the troubles in his life to the lack of a good environment.

After all, as an ordinary human worker, the only way to relieve stress is to smoke, drink, play with your wife, and then complain about the President of the United States. Life is already very hard, and you have to find some way to relax.

After the two talked about each other, the joke ended here. After all, it is a sitcom. The audience can skip this dialogue after laughing. Not every story has an ending.

At this time, my little daughter, who was just three years old and had not yet gone to school, slipped down the staircase handrail from upstairs. She was still holding a painting in her hand. She stumbled to the sofa where she was paralyzed by insomnia and said in a babyish voice. :

"Daddy, look at my painting today."

Children's paintings are often very abstract, and the painting of the youngest daughter is a typical example. The composition and color arrangement of the painting in Insomniac's hand are very similar to Picasso's painting about the world war, so that ordinary people can't even see it. don't know.

"Oh, my baby, you draw very well, but what exactly are you drawing?" Insomniac showed a smile, picked up his daughter and put it on his lap, asking the child to explain to him.

Abstract, too abstract. What is the snail-like creature here? people? Why is your neck so long?

"During the few hours that Uncle Tom next door was hiding in our porch closet, I saw his Aunt Jerry upstairs, naked, in her kitchen with an equally naked woman. I drew the black uncle wrestling, do you like it, daddy?"

For a three-year-old child, she seems to be a child prodigy, speaking clearly and with a very cute expression.

Insomniac held the painting in his hand and could barely make out the black and white blocks inside. It was too abstract. Even if he knew what the painting wanted to express, he still couldn't see anything, so he could only sigh and touch it. Daughter’s head:

"I like it. You draw very well, but this abstract style is not suitable for you. Dad will send you to learn the realistic style next week. If Aunt Jerry next door fights with the black uncle again, you can use How about I draw it in a painting style that’s comparable to a photo and show it to dad secretly?”

"Um!"

The girl happily agreed, then jumped off her father's knee and ran away. She couldn't wait to go online to find out what realism style was.

At this time, the laughter and applause rang out again, as if the house was not just a family with insomnia, but many non-existent audiences living in the room together.

But it seems that it is still an illusion. How can there be an audience in life? Insomniac shook his head and continued to lie on the sofa drinking. He must be too tired from carrying cement at the construction site today.

Before he could think about it, the door rang again, and his second daughter, who was in elementary school, flashed in from the door. There seemed to be a ball of stuffed stuff hidden in her arms, and she was about to go upstairs. run.

How can I think of anything else when I have insomnia? He immediately jumped up from the sofa:

"Where are you going? What are you hiding in your arms? Didn't I tell you not to pick up other people's discarded wigs again? What if there are fleas?"

"Ah, Dad, I didn't pick up other people's wigs, this is"

Seeing that she was caught red-handed, the second daughter reluctantly took the things out of her clothes and showed them to her father:

"This is cotton. Today, the school organized all the black students in the school to pick cotton on the farm outside the town. I thought it was very interesting, so I went along. Later, the teacher gave me a whip. I just had to stand on the edge of the field and look at the black students. They worked, and after the work was done, I got a share, which is amazing."

"Very good. The principal of your school, Mr. Jim, really understands education. Although I think there is something wrong, children should get more sun and have darker skin to be healthy. Go upstairs and do your homework. Okay. child."

It turned out that he had not picked up a dead cat or dog, so Insomniac was relieved. Amidst the laughter that came from nowhere, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he lay on the sofa and closed his eyes.