I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

The architecture of the main house of Rolles Manor is extremely typical of the northern province style. Compared with the wood and large murals that the southern province prefers, the design of the mansion in the northern province prefers delicate and solid high-grade stone materials and white marble sculptures. With gold and spar inlays.

The most eye-catching thing is the dome of the main hall, which often uses highly transparent geometric crystals to spell out the entire skylight. When the sunlight falls, the light is divided and refracted, and the water-patterned light is reflected on the smooth and shiny stone floor.

At this time, all the stone carvings, gold and spar inlays showed an open and even holy atmosphere under the radiance. It was a simple style that ran counter to the luxury close to the center of the imperial capital, but it made people stop outside the door involuntarily. Questioning whether he is qualified to set foot in it.

Joan felt in a daze that she was not stepping on hard stones, but walking on soft and light clouds. The bright sunlight made her dizzy, and she even felt that she was about to drown in the air.

It is not the first time she has met the lord lord, strictly speaking, this is the third time she has met the lord lord, but this time she felt the unspeakable tension, which made her unable to think carefully, standing in this luxurious mansion In the mansion, staring blankly at the door of the reception room carved in solid wood, I don't even know where to put my hands and feet.

Nothing seems right.Joan bit her lower lip. When she was standing here as a candidate for an official position, her heart thumped out of her throat, and everything she felt seemed to be repelling her, telling her silently Her: She shouldn't be standing in this place like this.

Joan had to breathe desperately to suppress the tears brought by her choked throat——she pinched her thigh to tell herself not to show embarrassment and ugliness. The energy is distributed to the candidates who are waiting with her.

But she knew at a glance that they were all people who were not in the same world as her. The arrogant and cold look, the slightly frowning brows when looking at her, the bright clothes and the polite smile that did not reach the bottom of the eye, It's all things that are incompatible with Joan.

She is a strong and passionate girl who lives on a rampage.

So she finally sat in front of Lucien, and the young lord smiled and asked her to sit down, poured her tea and added some snacks, with a tone of gossip.Lucien even remembered that Joan was her guide when he visited the relief center, and asked about the children who were yelling around Joan at that time.

On the one hand, this posture made Joan quietly relax, and her tense and aching waist relaxed a little bit, and on the other hand, she couldn't control her heart beating even harder. She thought that her cheeks must be flushed now, and her head was about to be buried in her chest. Inside, there was no bad manners to speak of.

Joan encouraged himself, and said: "Then, those children are doing well. Some are apprentices with craftsmen, and the master in charge has acted as a guarantor for them. Be a buddy."

There are two others like her, who refuse to leave in the relief house. While doing various odd jobs, they learn more in-depth knowledge from the steward, and also read the books that the steward puts in the relief house. They are different from Joe. An just wanted to give it a try but didn't expect to have any results in the selection of officials. The two children were serious about recruiting officials and seizing opportunities that they had never dared to think of before.

"Pipan is very smart, and he can memorize almost the same article after reading it a few times. Kojila is always the most thoughtful and sensible one, and everyone likes him very much." Speaking of familiar things made Joan feel relaxed, and her fingertips Rubbing the hem of the skirt, the corners of her mouth raised an arc unconsciously.

Lucien also smiled, nodded and said, "They all sound like good boys."

Joan couldn't help laughing even bigger, "Yes, they are all very good boys."

Before she came to the interview, the group of little guys who had just made money on their own pooled their money to buy her a new skirt, the one she was wearing. The size didn't fit her right, the waist was much looser, and the fabric wasn't too good. Wearing the apron of the maid in this house, but it is still difficult for the group of children to eat enough by themselves. Even if I bought her a rag, Joan felt extremely happy.

Her brows and eyes stretched, showing a gentle and gentle expression, which was almost loving.

Lucien couldn't help but find her more interesting, "You really treat them like children."

Joan's character is easy to see through. From the past she wrote on the application form and the white cloth she covered, Lucien didn't need to reason to know that she was afraid of marriage and family, and childbirth was also something she was afraid of. In modern times, Joan would probably be an extremely staunch non-marriage advocate.

But she really treats the child she takes care of as a child, and that kind of loving mother-like attitude comes from the heart, no matter how good an actor is, she can't perform it.

Qiao An couldn't understand what Lucien was talking about, and Lucien didn't need her to explain the reasons for his behavior to him. He just flipped through the resume at hand and ended the pleasantries that made Joan less nervous in the early stage.

"Just talking nonsense, you don't have to care."

"Next, about your personal experience, can you briefly talk to me?" Lucien fiddled with the corner of the document, making a little noise, "What you have written is fine, of course it is better if you haven't written it. , Come and introduce yourself to me, what kind of person are you?"

"Why should I hire you instead of someone else to be my subordinate."

He stared at Joan's eyes, the overly blue eyes gave Joan the pressure of being overwhelmed, she instinctively wanted to look away, her toes curled up uneasily in the shoes, her eyes moved away for a moment, and then Force yourself to look back.

"I—" Joan licked his dry lips for some reason, his throat was so itchy and uncomfortable, and he had to use all his strength to hear himself making such a weak voice.

She didn't know what she should say at this time was the right one. Fortunately, she didn't presuppose the goal of her success from the beginning, so she still had the courage to let herself make up a few dry speeches at this time.

"My name is Joann Krauss, I'm 20 years old... I'm going to be 21 soon." She took a deep breath, desperately trying to piece together the sentences that flashed in her head from between her lips and teeth.

"...I am familiar with farm work, and I have been taking care of the fields in the relief center."

"...I am very proficient in reading and writing. I have read the books of the steward several times. I am confident in writing paperwork and doing arithmetic. At the end of the year, I helped the steward draw forms."

"...My, my personality is very good, I like the children in the relief center very much, and I am willing to take care of them...Although some old people have a bad temper, I will not quarrel with them..."

Qiao An thought again, maybe she was still looking forward to something faintly and sporadically, otherwise, what happened to her urgent and nervous mood when she recommended herself at this time, she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe, her mind was blank Her ears were so buzzing that she couldn't even hear what she said clearly, but she was still trying to make her own voice.

She must still be expecting something.

That's why she worked so hard, desperately trying to get something for herself.

But what exactly she was expecting and what she was striving for, Joan herself couldn't tell clearly, she only knew that after she finished speaking, her mouth was half-opened like a fool, and her whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

Afterwards, the lord seemed to tell her about the content of the job, job requirements, and some related matters such as remuneration, benefits, etc., but at that time, her ears were filled with the noise of her heart beating against her chest, until the lord asked her "Is there any question" several times - Joan heard Lucien's voice at this time, and stared at him dreamily.

"You, what do you mean..." Qiao An hesitated, afraid to say the key words, lest he thought too much.

Lucien nodded, affirming her "overthinking": "Miss Joann Claus, you have been admitted."

"Do you have any questions about what I just mentioned?"

Qiao An shook her head, this action was just her unconscious action, she reacted in a daze, but she was still thinking about what it meant to be "admitted".

She seemed to be showing an excited smile, but the sour and wet eyes prevented the corners of her mouth from rising, and she seemed to be crying with joy, but the tears hung on her eyelashes again, lacking the momentum of tears like rain.

In the end, she just muttered in a daze: "Actually, I just want... I want to have a chance to meet you."

"It would be great if I could see it... I just signed up because I thought so."

Lucien smiled and said, "Then what do you want to do now that you've seen it?"

Joan shook her head again. She looked into Lucien's eyes, which were clear and beautiful blue, reminding her of the rolls blooming all over the mountains and plains in spring.

"I don't know, maybe, maybe I want to..."

She paused, as if she was thinking seriously, and Lucien didn't urge her, just smiled and waited for her next words.

"I just...wanted to thank you."

Joan shook his head, and the thought that came to his head slipped out of his mouth.

She didn't go back to the village after she ran out, but she just looked at the girls in the nearby villages, as if she saw her possible future-they laughed at her for being an old girl for a lifetime, but she also saw their short-lived Fanghua quickly withers and withers.

Joan still doesn't think it was a wise move for her to run away in a daze, but she is still alive now, doing something well, living for what she is doing, she thinks she should kiss the lord's Fingertips, thank him for his kindness, tolerance and sacrifice.

Even if the lord master didn't see her little ant in his eyes, he didn't care whether the biscuit crumbs he dropped fed a hungry and cold ant nest.

Joan knew that these were too small things.

She blushed because of this realization, stammering and repeating words of gratitude, and chanting "May the light protect you", the drops of water hanging on her eyelashes just now were about to fall from the corners of her eyes.

Not knowing if her embarrassment was too ridiculous, she heard the lord laugh out loud.

"Thank you." Lucien frowned and held Joan's rough and cracked hand.

"That's what I've heard, the highest praise."