When An Nan opened his eyes, he felt that his hands were heavy, as if he was holding some heavy object.

She looked down and saw that more than a dozen neatly stacked red bricks were pressing on her hands, no wonder it was so heavy, she actually became a brick mover?

This is really a novelty, Annan has never done this kind of work before.

She skimmed through the memories of the original owner without a trace, moved the bricks to where they should have been, and continued to move them, without hastily stopping and leaving.

Moving bricks is really a very hard job, after a long time, the two arms will be very sore, the palm will be worn out by the heavy bricks, and then gradually grind out of a thick cocoon, become rough, the finger joints will also be often compressed, stretched and the joints are thick, so a pair of hands will become ugly.

Although the original owner chose this job, she was still a young girl who loved beauty, and after discovering this kind of problem, she put on gloves.

After moving back and forth for about an hour, it was time to get off work, and the contractor gathered the workers together to give a lecture, talked about the work completed today and tomorrow's work arrangement, and then dismissed, and then stopped An Nan, took out a few red tickets from his wallet and gave it to her, saying: "This is your salary today, come over early tomorrow." ”

An Nan nodded, and took a few thin pieces of money, this is real hard-earned money, she moved bricks for an afternoon, the sweat has flowed hundreds of milliliters, and there is probably a layer of salt frost on her body.

The original owner worked as a daily wage brick movers, so he could get a day's wages for one day's work, but he didn't worry about other construction workers worrying that the contractor would run away with his wages.

An Nan got on the bus and found a seat to sit down, it was past the rush hour after work, but there were still a lot of people on the bus.

"Tsk!" A voice with disgust and disdain came from the side, and An Nan looked at the person who made the voice sharply, only to see a boy wearing ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, dyed yellow hair, tattoos on his arms, and the word "gangster" written all over his body was looking at An Nan with disdain, staring at her somewhat dirty clothes.

Seeing An Nan looking at him expressionlessly, the little gangster immediately became fierce and said viciously: "What do you see? Dirty, covered in stinky sweat, smoked to me! ”

An Nan rolled his eyes at him, glanced at him with disgust, and said to him in a disdainful tone: "I'm looking at a pile of garbage, he himself stinks from the inside out, and he still hates others!" ”

There were a few inconspicuous snickering sounds around him, and several people who heard An Nan's words peeked at the little gangster with vague eyes.

The little gangster was immediately annoyed and angry, so angry that his neck and face were red, and he scolded An Nan angrily: "Who the fuck are you talking about is trash? You want to die, don't you? ”

"Whoever should be spoken." An Nan said mockingly.

When the little thug heard this, he couldn't sit still, so he got up from his seat, clenched his right hand into a fist, and swung it at An Nan violently.

An exclamation suddenly sounded around, and several people nearby hurriedly squeezed out, wanting to stay out of trouble.

An Nan easily dodged the thug's fist, then reached out and grabbed his fist firmly, and then folded his wrist down, and the thug suddenly screamed.

"Stinky! Let it go! After the thug screamed, he endured the severe pain, and threatened An Nan with his other hand to attack her.

An Nan snorted coldly, squeezed his hand a little harder, he immediately trembled, and the offensive immediately weakened, An Nan took the opportunity to kick him in the knee, and the thug lost his strength in an instant.

The space on the bus was too narrow, and An Nan was afraid of running into other innocent people, so he had to subdue this little gangster who was looking for fault in three or two strokes, if it was in the open space outside, An Nan could beat him up recklessly.

"Wow, Auntie, you're so amazing!" An eight- or nine-year-old chubby little boy saw Anan Lisuo's skills and said with admiration, his eyes shining, "Auntie, are you a hero who knows martial arts?" ”

An Nan smiled when he heard this, and said to him: "No, my aunt is moving bricks, and she has a lot of strength to move bricks, so she can win him, after all, "one force will drop ten". ”

"Yes, yes?" The little boy didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but he still looked at the two of them with interest, and his mother immediately pulled him behind him and whispered, "What do you see?" You must not learn from these people, you can only fight if you have no ability, what can you do! No wonder you can only move bricks ......"

An Nan listened, glanced at her lightly, and did not refute, after all, it is true that you can't teach bad children, so that he thinks that fighting is not a big deal, but this mother said her in such a tone, and she was also very unhappy.

So when it was time to stop at the next stop, An Nan pushed away the gangsters and got out of the car by himself.

Fortunately, it was not far from where the original owner lived, and An Nan walked for more than ten minutes before arriving.

The original owner is a child of a divorced family, when he was a child, his parents quarreled and fought, abused and insulted each other, and hated the original owner, a child with the blood of both sides, and was extremely disgusted, either cold violence or scolding, which left a deep psychological shadow on her.

When they got into trouble, they finally divorced, but no one wanted the original owner, and the original owner was abandoned by his parents and left to his elderly grandmother to raise.

Later, they each had a new family and new children, and the original owner was even more disgusted, if it weren't for the fact that the law required to pay child support, they would have liked to be if she didn't exist.

When the original owner became an adult, he immediately stopped living expenses, cut off contact, and wished that he would never get along with each other.

The original owner was admitted to university, so she had to find a part-time job and win a scholarship to support herself, although it was a little difficult and difficult, but she also successfully completed her course, but before she could pay her first salary, her grandmother who depended on her life died.

The original owner was devastated, in a trance, coupled with an introverted and gloomy personality, unsociable, unable to adapt to the complex office politics, and went wrong at work, and soon lost his first job.

In order to make a living, she tried her best to find a second and third job, but she couldn't do it for long, and then she changed careers and tried various jobs, but she still couldn't adapt.

She fell seriously ill, and then she no longer wanted to find a job where she had to communicate with too many people and deal with all kinds of complex interpersonal relationships, she just wanted to find a simple job that did not require social skills and did not pay attention to human contacts, so she became a bricklayer by chance.

Although this job is very hard, she feels very good, because she only needs to work hard, she does not need to deal with people, and the high-intensity physical labor can empty her brain and let her vent the depression and stress in her heart.