Nine snores out of ten. When it comes to snoring, there are all kinds of sounds, each with its own merits. Some are as thin as mosquitoes, and some are as startled as thunder. Some sigh for a long time, and some linger. Some of the big strings are as noisy as a torrential rain, and some of the small strings are as sharp as whispers. There are birdsong, there are leopard roars. There are long tones, and there are short tones. There are lyrical, there are cliffs. There are twists and turns, and there are twists and turns. There is an aftermath that lingers around the beam for three days, and there is a long roar like a monkey in the sky. If you can piece together all kinds of snoring, it will be a snoring feast of "a hundred schools of thought".
For the snoring, the most impressive thing is the snoring ring competition when several friends gathered in a room when they were stationed in Wuhan.
It's July, and fires fall from the sky, the hottest time of the year. The scorching heat of Wuhan lives up to its reputation as China's third-largest furnace city. Then there are the Yangtze River and the Han River passing through the city, and the heat of Wuhan from morning to night adds to the helplessness of the sweltering heat. Twenty-four hours a day, no matter when, take a "cold water" bath, before you get out of the bathroom, you immediately sweat like rain all over your body.
I am most afraid of blowing the air conditioner on weekdays, and when I blow the air conditioner, I will sneeze and have a stuffy nose and itchy throat. Go out and take the bus, and pick up the car without air conditioning. I don't know that I think I'm saving money, but in fact, I can't stand that foreign crime. So I've always stayed away from air conditioning. I don't dare to blow the air conditioner myself, but I can't prevent others from blowing the air conditioner, after all, I am the one who is out of place.
On that day, four salesmen were sent back to the station, and personnel from other departments also passed by. Big guys come from all over the world to gather together, on the one hand, to have a lively scene, on the other hand, you can also save money for a bedboard.
We rented an old two-bedroom residential building on Gutian 4th Road, an old community in the Hubei Transportation Department. Large room with three beds and air conditioning;There is a bed in the small room, there is a fan, and the area manager lives by himself when the weather is cold. The big guy put three beds together to form a bunk. The surname of the area manager is right, the person is very good, and we usually get along very well. He persuaded me to stay in the big room, saying that the small room was very hot and I couldn't bear it. The others also advised, but I insisted on going, and they let me sleep alone. Who knew that the heat in Wuhan was really devastating. That fan didn't cool down at all, except for making noise. I quickly surrendered to the heat demon and moved over with a whoop, huddled together and bragged about the air conditioning belt. Tired of blowing and blowing. Seeing that it was nearly twelve o'clock, Manager Quan said, let's sleep, and go our separate ways tomorrow. At this time, the chubby Xiao Liu spoke: Which of you dares to sleep with me at night?My snoring is unforgiving. When I snore, the mosquitoes didn't dare to lean in. When I woke up, the pillow was full of mosquitoes. ”
As soon as the words fell, someone responded in a rough voice: "I'll sleep with you!.""The one who spoke, this person was paid off by the factory, and he was called Brother Hei. Five big and three thick, momentum like a rainbow.
Everyone is in place, put on the bed, and date Zhou Gong. Before everyone fell asleep, Xiao Liu had already taken the lead in falling asleep, snoring loudly. The snoring was thick and powerful, round and full, and even the windows were shook.
We had no choice but to let his snoring torment our ears. Fortunately, it was only this night, and when he was tired of snoring, we would be able to sleep for a while. Who would have thought that Xiao Liu's snoring continued, and the voice of the black man suddenly rose again. The voice was even more deafening. It didn't take a few sounds to wake Xiao Liu up from the bed. A carp rolled over and said, "I'm not sleeping with you, I'm not sleeping with you!"Immediately changed to the side position. Now there was only the voice of the black man in the whole room. To be precise, only the voice of the black man is sounding in this community tonight. Until dawn, there were always empty places for two people beside the black man.
Sleepless nights. Listening to the black man roaring heartily in this foreign night, "Huayin old dialect", everyone's face has a pair of upset eyes, how many years, still thinking about the night in Wuhan, the night of a group of young people living in a foreign country and struggling hard.
That year, I was thirty, Xiao Liu was twenty-five, Quan Zong was thirty-one, Xiao Wei was twenty-seven, Lao Yang and Hei Ge were thirty-eight and twenty-nine respectively. Just as colorful and dreamy years.
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About the Author
Pan Shan, pen name Mr. Gecko. Shaanxi Huayin, university college culture, member of Weinan City Association. His works are scattered on "Xi'an News Network", "Weinan **", "Huashan Literature", "Huashan Wind" and other financial platforms.
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