Millennium 2000, the earth enters the age of gods and demons

Chapter 8 A strong heart?
Zhang Xiaoyu has been a little strange recently. He feels that since he finished handling things in the turnaround center that day, his mind has cleared up a lot.

Although he still gets stimulated every day when he sees that figure, and then feels regret and pain in his heart, he still hides under the covers and licks his wound silently every night after get off work.

But his mind has become more flexible, and he has become more and more proficient at handling things at work, and he can deal with temporary abnormalities in the production line immediately.

For this reason, the managers of the No. [-] workshop he worked for, colleagues in the technical department, and Sister Ping also began to recognize his ability, and felt that he was already able to take charge of his own and was competent for his position.

He was secretly happy, and finally felt at ease. He had truly integrated into the team, and he was no longer afraid that he would not pass the adaptation period and be sent back to the second workshop to become an ordinary employee under the old godmother again.

Not long after he wanted to, he could also change into blue clothes that were different from ordinary employees, and put on the special black work clothes specially made by the technical department, so that he would be separated from ordinary workers.

However, the workplace is proud, but the love field is frustrated.

I don't know when it started, the turnover center reported that he had never pursued Xiaofeng, but was robbed of his love by others.

The matter slowly fermented and spread to the technical department, workshop No. [-] where he worked, and all the places he was familiar with.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt that no matter where he went, someone seemed to be pointing him.

Everyone seems to be laughing at him, laughing at his failure, laughing at his overreaching.

"Hehe, is this what it feels like to die in a large society?"

Zhang Xiaoyu hid in the lounge, let out a self-deprecating chuckle, and said this to the air or himself.

At this moment, the door of the lounge was pushed open.

A seemingly honest-looking uncle in his 30s wearing ordinary blue work clothes walked in.

He was the wretched uncle Wang Gang who stood opposite Zhang Xiaoyu when he was working in the second workshop.

The uncle approached Zhang Xiaoyu, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"You kid entered the skill department, and you didn't go back to see me! Do you think that after entering the skill department, you are superior to others, and you have forgotten me, uncle?"

Looking at the face in front of him, Zhang Xiaoyu felt warm in his heart, but his mouth was hard.

"It depends on what you are doing. You are so wretched every day that you know how to tease little girls, and you are not afraid of others poking your back and calling you disrespectful."

Hearing what Zhang Xiaoyu said, the uncle showed his signature wretched smile again.

"Hey, is I the kind of person who cares about other people's opinions? Who dares to make irresponsible remarks to my face? Slap his teeth off with a slap, haha, I just like seeing little girls shy."

Zhang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes.

"Just you? And slap someone else to death?"

Then he waved his hand again.

"Go, go, it's annoying to see you."

The honest and wretched uncle ignored Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes and said to himself:
"I have lived more than ten years longer than you, but there are some truths that you don't understand, nor can you understand."

The uncle looked directly into Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes seriously.

"But I still want to say it, and only this time, it's up to you whether you understand it or not."

"Some people say to go their own way, let others say it. In fact, they don't understand the true meaning of this sentence. They just follow the trend, or they are only half right."

"Who doesn't want to let the wind from east to west, north and south, I stand still? But they don't have a strong heart, a strong and firm heart."

"Without this strong heart, they will not be able to support their way forward. They will sway and merge with the world."

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly became very curious, he thought about it and asked the uncle.

"Then how do you have a strong heart?"

The uncle shook his head inscrutablely.

"Road to Road, very Avenue."

"If you haven't really experienced it, you won't understand it no matter how others describe it in words, and if you don't understand it, you don't understand it, and you won't understand it if you say it."

"Moreover, 'Tao' cannot be described and expressed clearly in any words."

"Everything that can be expressed clearly in words is not the 'Tao', it is just looking at the flowers in the fog."

Zhang Xiaoyu was dazed and at a loss.

He felt that the uncle was joking, since he couldn't express it in words, then you still stand here and tell me so much.

Although the uncle at this time is different from normal, and his temperament is different from usual, but it does not prevent Zhang Xiaoyu, who is familiar with him, from secretly slandering him.

The uncle seemed to know that Zhang Xiaoyu would not understand, so he told Zhang Xiaoyu again.

"Boy, you only need to know one sentence now!"

"Live in the eyes of others, and sooner or later you will die in the mouths of others!"

After speaking, the uncle patted Zhang Xiaoyu on the shoulder again, turned around and walked outside.

Zhang Xiaoyu hurried forward and tugged on his sleeve.

"Don't be too busy, you haven't said how to have a strong heart!"

"I think I need it now. I've lost my life today. I feel that others are pointing at me everywhere I go. I can't bear that feeling!"

After listening to Zhang Xiaoyu's question, the uncle faced the door and his back to Zhang Xiaoyu, showing no expression.

After a long silence, he sighed heavily before speaking quietly.

"It's not that easy to have a strong heart, otherwise I wouldn't be here, the world wouldn't be like this, and there wouldn't be so many lunatics outside!"

"In the end, I heard that to have a strong heart, we only need to know, and only need to understand one question."

Zhang Xiaoyu was still thinking, "Does it matter if I have a strong heart and what the world looks like? I can't change the world!"

And still wondering where the outside is?
Other than Wei's?
"Are there really many lunatics out there? I've never heard of it!"

One question after another made him dizzy, but he still hurriedly asked each other.

"We just need to understand one question?"

The uncle with his back to Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly looked very solemn, and a different kind of energy slowly rose from his body.

Zhang Xiaoyu only felt that the uncle at this moment had become strange, like a mountain, with a deep and majestic aura.

Zhang Xiaoyu only heard the uncle say three words slowly, and then walked out.

Within a few steps, the uncle's majestic aura that seemed to be rising from a high mountain also slowly disappeared, retracted his body, and returned to the familiar wretched appearance.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there and scratched his hair, looking puzzled.

What the hell is uncle talking about?

I now want a strong heart to overcome the difficulties of social death in front of me.

He said a lot of inexplicable things?
"Forget it, since you can't figure it out, don't think about it, let's just worry about the matter in front of you!"

Zhang Xiaoyu put aside the doubts that had just arisen in a blink of an eye, but was thinking in his heart.

"How do I get through this social death in front of me?"

(End of this chapter)