The sudden disgust and impulse made Xiao Xiao himself startled.
"Is this a side effect of the violence factor?"
Carefully recalling the emotional upheaval he had just burst out, he vaguely speculated in his mind.
Fortunately, he only reacted slightly, suppressing the sudden violence in his heart, and just silently cast a questioning look at the foreman.
The foreman has already said everything he needs to say, and there is no reason to refuse him: "Come to work at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
This is how I found my first job in life.
Xiao Xiao arrived at the pier on time the next day and picked up his work clothes, a towel to put on his shoulders to wipe sweat, a pair of gloves to prevent his hands from being scratched, and he even spent his own money to buy a big tea cup for drinking water.
It has to be said that he found that he found a job that suited him very well.
Here, they have to work twelve hours a day. In addition to helping to load and unload some special cargo that is not convenient for mechanized operations whenever a large cargo ship enters the port, they also inspect containers, load and unload trucks, and carry out some cargo operations in the city.
Transportation business, etc., the dozen or so huge warehouses at the port are the entire world where dozens of workers sweat and overload their bodies every day.
For ordinary people, this high-intensity work has reached a certain level of oppression, but now Xiao Xiao feels the pleasure of stimulating his body's potential.
The power brought by the violence factor is somewhat evil.
Usually it is not easy to control, or even detectable, but occasionally a violent impulse suddenly occurs in the heart, and this power will suddenly burst out.
It was like a huge box that no one could lift, but when I thought of the cuckold guy downstairs passing by, I picked it up and ran away.
It can even be raised high above the head and smashed out of the window with precision.
...Well, that’s not quite appropriate, that’s the general idea.
And Xiao Xiao is a serious person.
He did not allow such uncontrollable power to exist in his body, but through the heavy labor on the dock every day, he felt it carefully and tried to control this power in his body, even at the risk of death.
Taking on some seemingly exaggerated tasks, such as huge cargo boxes and heavy cables, he carried the heavy cargo on his thin shoulders as if he was fighting huge monsters.
"Is this guy crazy?"
Xiao Xiao's impulsiveness in working even scared the workers around him.
At first, everyone only thought that he was an honest kid who didn't know how to cherish his own strength and only knew how to work stupidly. However, as time went by, they found that this guy was more like committing suicide.
As if he was having trouble with himself, he struggled with those huge cargo boxes, gradually developing a vague fear in his heart.
Xiao Xiao didn't care about other people's eyes. He enjoyed the feeling of trying to control himself.
Probably, this is also related to his four years of experience. During those four years, he learned to forcibly control his attention even in a state of panic.
In comparison, controlling the power in one's body has become an extremely simple matter.
Of course, there are also some new problems that he needs to adapt to.
Just like the sudden violence and impulse that pops up in my heart from time to time.
Especially a yellow-haired worker on the dock. It seemed that he saw Xiao Xiao being honest, or that he was too diligent in his work, or that he bet from the beginning that Xiao Xiao would not be long in the job, but in the end, Xiao Xiao survived.
He would always tease Xiao Xiao with some words from time to time, and sometimes even deliberately instruct Xiao Xiao to do something.
There was nothing too extreme, but it still occasionally aroused a strong feeling of disgust in Xiao Xiao's heart.
I wanted to grab his hair and stuff him into a gap in the cargo hold, I wanted to hang him on a hook and whip him severely. Sometimes, I even wanted to stuff him between two decks when the ship was entering the port.
However, these beautiful pictures only exist in imagination.
Xiao Xiao also understood that this side effect also required him to adapt to it and work hard to control it.
And the side effects caused by that kind of violence are mostly just impulses.
It's just that when he gets nervous, his thinking will speed up, and countless thoughts will flash through him in an instant. His body can't keep up with the speed of his thinking, so he won't really do anything.
Similar violence often occurs suddenly, and the body has already taken some radical actions before the mind is ready.
But as long as you hold back, the impulse will gradually disappear, and Xiao Xiao will have enough time every time to digest this sudden negative emotion.
so……
...This violence factor preparation seems to have no side effects?
...Just control your emotions!
He controls his emotions well, so most of the time, he just turns a blind eye to this person.
Occasionally I smiled at him, and the scene of skinning this man came to my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a little happy.
However, Huang Mao didn't notice it and felt that Xiao Xiao was silent and honest.
I just don’t know why, but occasionally I feel a little shuddered when I notice his thoughtful look in his eyes.
Maybe it’s too windy at the pier?
…
…
Xiao Xiao felt very satisfied with his job on the dock.
I just sometimes look at these workers on the dock, watching them bragging, playing cards, and going out for drinks at night, but I often feel like I can't integrate them.
After working together for so many days, if you look closely, you can't tell that they look like monsters. Everyone has their own joys, sorrows and joys.
But Xiao Xiao still felt that there was a huge gap between him and them. He couldn't integrate into his topics, and he couldn't enjoy their comfortable atmosphere. He always just sat beside them in silence.
The workers on the dock also made no attempt to bring Xiao Xiao into their group.
In their eyes, Xiao Xiao also has a different temperament from people like themselves.
For young people in this city now, they prefer to wander around the streets doing nothing, or attract passers-by with their fancy clothes, or enter bars, nightclubs and other places to serve and collect tips.
They fight fiercely to see who dares to stab the other for fun, but it is rare for them to be willing to suffer hardships with a group of middle-aged people at the dock.
At first, I just thought that Xiao Xiao was a angry kid who ran away from home. He took it for granted that life was easy and he would give up and leave after only a few days of work.
Unexpectedly, after a few days, Xiao Xiao worked so hard that the co-workers became a little scared.
Even the foreman, who scolded the workers for being lazy every day, began to feel a little worried. He loved scolding, and he only scolded Xiao Xiao once:
"Take it easy, this is a job of moving a big box, do you think you're holding a pussy?"
"..."
"Why can't these rough guys, who are full of narcotics, experience the joy of work?"
Xiao Xiao didn't get angry because of the foreman's lecture. Firstly, he knew that he also meant well, but also because he didn't intend to listen.
I work hard, can you still fire me?
That’s why you don’t take your leadership seriously!
Anyway, I am very satisfied with this kind of life now. Every day's heavy work is fully arranged. Not only can I keep fit, but I can also get those five colorful banknotes.
He had saved two to three thousand yuan in just a few days, and his body, which had been improved by the genetic medicine, was adapting little by little.
Compared with his usual boring and depressing life, which he had lived in the bedroom for four years, it was simply extremely interesting.
Listening to other people's conversations during work breaks, listening to the foremen telling dirty jokes, and waiting like other workers to see how big the meat in the work meal is, already made him feel very satisfied.
Occasionally, he even had a trance and felt that this was the real world.
Do workers in the fake world also tell dirty jokes?
But after a few days, his mother began to feel sorry for him.
She watched Xiao Xiao go out early and come back late every day. Sometimes he would come back covered in sweat and with some scratches on his shoulders. She couldn't help but help him wipe the medicinal wine while advising:
"I scolded you before and told you to go out and find a job, but I didn't tell you to fight against big boxes."
"You said you haven't been out for a long time. Can you do such a heavy job?"
"..."
Until now, Xiao Xiao still finds it difficult to accept "mother's" care, and can only cope with it: "It's okay, I'm not tired."
Mom watched him say a few perfunctory words before going back to the bedroom, her eyes were a little red: "You come back later and later, and you don't even eat the dumplings I made for you."
"As a mother, I don't expect you to make a lot of money or be rich. Just be more stable. When I scolded you before, I just wanted you to go out more and find something to do."
"If you need pocket money, just tell mom and I'll give you more..."
"..."
Xiao Xiao looked at those familiar faces and had extremely complicated feelings in his heart. She didn't look fake.
Or maybe, it is true in the first place, but I have just seen something more real.
The estrangement in his heart could not be eliminated, but he still sighed softly, softened his tone and said, "It's not to make money, it's just to work more and exercise."
"But I do make a lot of money from this job. I work hundreds of dollars a day..."
"If I make more money, you won't have to work so hard in the future..."
"..."
Mom looked at the small stack of banknotes he handed over, her eyes were still red, but she smiled, pushed Xiao Xiao's hand back, and said: "You can save the money you earn, and Mom can still work for a few more years."
Woolen cloth!"
"We should save more money. The little girl who came to our house last time looked like a child of a rich family. Don't let others bully you in the future..."
"..."
That night, Xiao Xiao knew it was a lie, but he still couldn't help being moved.
It seems that I don’t have enough control over sudden emotional impulses...
