Snoring is a common thing. According to media reports, 0/9% of people in China snore. From this ratio, we can know that this is something with a mass base. However, there is an outstanding person in everything, even snoring.
Yang Jun once had a fight with a snorer. That day, he was in a room with the old cow on a business trip, but he didn't fall asleep. The old cow in the bed next door was snoring, which was mild at first, but then it suddenly started to snore, just like the flood was out of the gate and surging. The unbridled and hearty snoring disturbed Yang Jun's nerves and he couldn't sleep a wink. In desperation, I had to hide in the bathroom with a quilt and curl up in the bathtub, thinking that I could always escape the "difficulty of snoring". Who knows that just after he closed his eyes, the snoring that was higher than the waves still got into the gap of the bathroom and echoed in the small bathroom, causing him to stay up until the early hours of the morning with his eyes open.
When I first heard Yang Jun's complaints, I was dubious. Does the old cow really have superhuman snoring magic? Did Yang Jun "blame" the old cow for neurasthenia and insomnia? When I personally realized the seriousness of snoring, I quickly understood what happened in Yang Jun that night.
On a business trip to Hangzhou that day, my roommate was a northern guy, tall, healthy, cool in appearance, gentle in speech, polite in manners, and very congenial before going to bed. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the rumble of the train in my sleep, and I was wondering how I got on the train. After listening carefully, I found that it was snoring in the next bed. When I tried to go back to sleep, the snoring of the adjacent bed had disrupted the original frequency, sometimes like a muffled thunder, from far to near, the noise gradually increased, and finally the bed shook with a bang; Sometimes it's like running a horse, noisy and passionate, which makes your heart tremble and fear. The most terrible thing is that snoring is accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth mixed with "giggle" and vague gibberish, which makes my hair stand on end and I dare not come out. It's too uncomfortable to get into bed and cover your head; Plug your ears with a pillow towel, but snoring still vibrates the eardrum. I turned on the light, deliberately knocked on the bed board and coughed loudly. The bed next door still went its own way and snored. Helpless, I tossed and turned, and had an impulse to escape from the room, but it was dark outside, so I had no choice but to endure it silently. Until the early morning, the snoring of the adjacent bed turned into a shallow song, and I fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up, the sun was already a pole high and the bed next door had already had breakfast. He said to me, "Friend, you slept soundly." I turned over and rubbed my sleepy eyes, unable to speak, just trying to remember. Did I really sleep soundly last night? !
Afraid of mice.
I'm really afraid of mice. It may be funny for a big man to be afraid of mice, but he has to start from the source.
That year, I helped collect grain in Nan 'an Grain Management Office. Go to the Grain Exchange to help sell dried noodles and noodles when you are free. All three rooms are handled, with one delivery in the middle, one billing on both sides and one warehouse. One day when I was delivering the goods, I accidentally saw a big mouse in the corner of the warehouse, and its green eyes looked at me cunningly. "There are mice in the warehouse", I quickly greeted everyone. After working in the grain department intermittently for several years, I know that everyone hates rats, and this kind of food-destroying thing is absolutely not allowed to live in the grain depot.
As the commander in chief of rodent control, the director plans to kill rodents: all the staff put down their work, concentrate on the warehouse, close the gate and have a "big encirclement and suppression". Divide the site first, leaving one piece for each person; Then, arrange sacks and baskets filled with dry powder and noodles in your own area, and try to make room as a battlefield for rodent control.
I haven't opened up the battlefield here, and the fighting has started there, only snoring and stamping. In an instant, a black mouse ran to the site I guarded, but I had no time to step on it. The mouse jumped at my feet, only to hear the battle cry coming from the territory guarded by others.
When the cornered mouse jumped in front of me again, I learned the first experience, lit it in advance, lifted my foot and stamped it, just stepping on the mouse's tail. The mouse squeaked, and I suddenly lost my mind and my feet were slightly loose. That damn mouse turned and got into my trouser legs, which scared me to death. I jumped into a sack full of dry powder, roared loudly and jumped up and down just to get rid of the mice in trouser legs. Everyone attacked me in my shouts and finally destroyed the mouse. At this time, I was already pale with fear and my eyes were full of tears. When I pulled up my pants, I found that my calf was scratched by a mouse's paw. The most disturbing thing is that the director's eyes show pity. I feel that his pity is not for the injured me, but for the dry powder I stepped on.
Since then, I have been talking about the discoloration of mice, and I hate mice even more from my heart. When traveling to Jiuzhaigou in 2000, young drivers were very cheerful and always shouted at Tibetan girls on the roadside: "I love you just as mice love rice." I felt very bad after listening to it. I half-seriously and half-jokingly scolded the driver for not connecting human feelings with the instinct of mice.
Some things in the world are just incredible. At the Spring Festival party in 2005, Yang sang a song "Mice Love Rice" which was popular all over China, which puzzled me. I don't think there is anything to sing about mice loving rice. Rats were finally beaten by everyone because they loved rice!