No, after sending off 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 fun?"
Without giving him more time to think, the red-haired wife screwed his ears: "You seem to have been addicted to it since you last caught a voodoo-style orangutan dried corpse inflatable doll, do we need to talk about it?"
”I don't know where I heard the sparse laughter and applause, but it seemed to be just an illusion."
Huh?
I'm not, I don't. ”Insomnia immediately retorted, he felt that he was inexplicably weak, and quickly hugged his wife: "I like humans, and I will never have any super friendship with orangutans, I swear to God.
What's more, it's an inflatable fake. ”"Well, my dear, if you make sense, I know I'm still more attractive than chimpanzees."
The woman let go of her hand, obviously very satisfied that she had won, she turned around and walked to the kitchen again to fiddle with the dishes on the board, and at the same time said, "The eldest daughter's homeroom teacher called me just now, she did a big thing at school today, and I think you, as a father, should talk to her." ”"Oh?
What's the big deal?
”Insomnia just sat down in the living room and turned on the TV with her arm: "Is she discriminating against her transgender classmates in the class again?"
Or is she spitting in the school cafeteria food again?
I don't think it's a big deal, it's just a teenager's growing pain. ”Well, compared to my daughter's business, I should still drink a cold beer after getting home from work, this is the most important thing."
No, it's not that simple this time, dear."
The voice of his wife came from the kitchen, and the movement of the kitchen knife hitting the board: "Someone in her class brought a pet pig to school today, and as a result, our good daughter was sued by the pig on the subway with her, and the lawyer hired by the pig said that our daughter secretly photographed the pig on the subway, which violated the pig's privacy." ”"So what?
Does she have it?
”The insomnia of drinking cold beer has been relaxed, and the strange feeling in my head no longer exists, and I just feel that life at home is so natural."
No, the problem isn't there, you idiot, don't you wonder why Pig hired a lawyer?"
His wife's voice became helpless, and even if she couldn't see her busy in the kitchen, she could probably think of her rolling her eyes."
Oh, why can a pig hire a lawyer?
Could it be that the pig joined the state union?
Damn, can't the Democrats do something serious?
Let's try to launch a spaceship to land on the sun or something. ”The laughter that came out of nowhere came again, and there were still people clapping wildly, as if it were coming from afar, in the sky beyond the town?
It should be an illusion, how could there be someone in the sky.As a character with a mid-life crisis, insomnia naturally attributes the troubles in his life to the fact that the general environment is not good enough.After all, as an ordinary human worker, isn't there only one way to decompress, smoking, drinking, playing with his wife, and then complaining about the president of the United States, life is already very hard, and I have to find some way to relax.After the two of them talked about it, the joke ended here, after all, it is a sitcom, and the audience can skip this dialogue after laughing, not every story has an ending.At this time, the youngest daughter, who was just three years old and had not yet gone to school, slid down the handrail of the stairs from the upstairs, still holding a painting in her hand, stumbled to the insomnia and paralyzed sofa, and said in a milky voice: "Daddy, look, my painting today." ”Children's paintings are often very abstract, and the youngest daughter's painting is typical, and the composition and color arrangement of this painting in Insomnia's hand are so similar to Picasso's painting about the world war that ordinary people simply cannot read it."
Oh, my darling, you draw well, but what exactly?"
Insomnia showed a smiling face, picked up his daughter and put it on his lap, and asked the child to explain it to him.Abstract, too abstract, what is this snail-like creature in it?
People?
Why is the neck so long?"
It was the few hours that Uncle Tom next door hid in our closet on the porch, and I saw Aunt Jerry upstairs in his house, undressed, wrestling in her kitchen with a black uncle who was also undressed, and I drew it, do you like it, Daddy?"
As a three-year-old, she seems to be a child prodigy, with a clear speech and a very cute expression.Insomnia took the painting in his hand and barely recognized 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 his daughter's head: "I like it, you draw very well, but this abstract style is not suitable for you, Dad will start sending you to learn the realist style next week, if the next time Aunt Jarry next door fights with the black uncle, you can draw it in a painting style comparable to a photo, and then secretly show Dad a good look?"
”"Hmm!"
The girl happily agreed, then jumped off her father's knee and ran away with a dath, eager to look up what realism was on the Internet.And at this time, the many laughter and applause rang out again, as if the family was not only a family with insomnia, but also many non-existent audience members living in the room together.But it seems that it is still an illusion, how can there be an audience in life?
Insomnia shook his head and continued to slump on the sofa and drink, he must have been too tired to carry cement on the construction site today.
And before he could think about it, the door rang again, and his second daughter, who was in elementary school, flashed in through the door, and seemed to have a fluffy thing hidden in her arms, ready to run upstairs.How can you think of anything else about this insomnia?
He immediately bounced up from the couch: "Where are you going?"
What is hidden in the bosom?
Didn't I tell you to stop picking up wig sets that other people have thrown away?
What to do if there are fleas?
”"Ah, Dad, I didn't pick up other people's wigs, this is" Seeing that she was caught, the second daughter reluctantly took things out of her clothes and showed them to her father: "This is cotton, today the school organized all the black students of the school to go to the farm outside the town to pick cotton, I thought it was very interesting, so I followed, and then the teacher gave me a whip, I only need to stand on the edge of the field and watch the black classmates work, after I was done, I got a share, it's amazing." ”"Very good, Mr.
Jim, the principal of your school, really understands education very well, although I think there seems to be something wrong, but children should be more exposed to the sun, and their skin is darker to be healthy, go upstairs and do your homework, good boy."
It turned out that he hadn't picked up a dead cat or a dead dog, so insomnia was relieved, and in the laughter that came from nowhere, he also showed a relieved smile on his face, lying on the sofa and closing his eyes.