Chapter Ten, The Outsider at the Door.

This really puzzled Ye Fu. How high were the expectations to have such a disappointing regret? It reminded him of the days when he first graduated from college, sending resumes to one company after another, only to be rejected by each one. Unexplainably, he felt a sense of empathy.

Then, after writing down the address of the courtyard, I left the house, went around a winding path, and posted this "Recruitment Notice" on a plane tree in the bustling market before returning to lie down and bask in the sun.

If you don't speak again, I will close the door. Ye Fu pretended to raise his head and took a step back, retreating to the door frame.

The door was not opened, only a crack was pushed open. An eye appeared in the gap of the door, clear and clean, flickering with anticipation and curiosity. At the same time, Ye Fu also clearly saw a scar under this eye, not big, but very noticeable.

She is afraid.

The contour of the girl's eyes slightly widened, she quickly nodded, and then hesitantly took a step back.

She opened her mouth, said nothing, bit her lip, and was very nervous. The tension in her eyes was about to turn into tears.

Ye wiped the water stains off his face. He took note of the girl's behavior.

Helpless and tangled in various ways.

Don't stand outside, come in. "Ye Fu urged again.

Disheveled hair, except for the face, there is no clean place on the body. Moreover, the face looks like it has just been washed with water, with some stains still attached to the chin. Perhaps it was washed specifically for coming here.

The girl was suddenly stunned, standing still in confusion with her mouth slightly open. The scar under her right eye, which ran through her entire eye socket, wrinkled. A strong sense of regret flowed through her.

"Are you here to apply for the job?" asked Ye Fu.

Like this, I hesitated for a while.

Ye gently grasped the door and pushed it bit by bit.

Then you should also know that the person I am looking for is around forty years old. After all, I want someone who can work. Ye Fuyi leaned against the door, smiling and looking at the young girl.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Fu quickly understood. It is normal for a timid beggar to be afraid of people. She was probably bullied before, otherwise she would not have "shrunk" before Ye Fu even showed any signs of anger.

He can take many things lightly, but he is also prone to getting caught up in trivial matters and nitpicking.

The creaking sound of the closing door urged the young girl, and she finally anxiously spoke, "I saw that you, the adult, posted a paper on the tree, saying that you are recruiting talents."

He thought of the girl named Yumu inexplicably. After thinking of her, Ye's expression became somewhat complicated, probably because of the somewhat impersonal argument they had last night.

Ye Fuxiao laughed out, helplessly furrowed his eyebrows, and said with a hint of complaint, "I asked you before, but you didn't say anything."

Who are you looking for? "Ye Fu" spoke very softly. He has always treated these poor and weak people with kindness, after all, he has also experienced such difficult days before, and he has deep feelings.

The courtyard quieted down, and after standing for a while, Ye Fu even felt a bit desolate. This was the first time he had felt this desolation since living alone for so long. In the past, even spending the New Year alone didn't feel like anything, but now that he had entered this new world, being alone made him feel a bit desolate.

Looking for someone to take care of household chores, hardworking individuals, providing food and accommodation, generous salary.

"Ah!" A soft call came from outside. When Ye turned to look, the eye disappeared in an instant.

A young girl gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

Come in first, there is still a chance.

Therefore, finding someone to bring some vitality to this courtyard became an urgent matter.

The girl then planned to turn around and leave.

He attributed the reason to the lack of mobile phones and computers. Internet communication is also a form of communication. But now, those things are no longer available.

Ye Fu did not mind. He bent down and tried to keep his line of sight level with hers, "Are you looking for the previous owner?"

"I can do it!" The girl's clear voice, almost tinged with sadness, interrupted Ye Fu's words.

Ye Fuzhao opened the door.

She shook her head and water splashed from her hair, landing on Ye Fu's face. She immediately noticed her mistake, her dirty hands clenched into fists, her nose turning red, feeling extremely nervous, and involuntarily stepping back with her right foot. She couldn't help but feel nervous and a little scared.

This made Ye Fu unable to imagine. If he rejected her again in the future, it would bring her great disappointment. He regretted giving her hope. He always felt that hope, as an important thing, should come from within oneself.

Without the company of a phone or computer during leisure time, it can be quite boring. Ye held a silver leaf, resting it above his eyes, reflecting the faint light of the pear blossoms and the warm sunshine.

The door was knocked hurriedly.

She deeply bowed and said, "Excuse me, sir."

After some thought, he added, "Around 40 years old is preferred for female." He felt that household chores and assisting should be handled better by middle-aged women. After all, most cleaners are aunties.

Ye Fu glanced at her and subconsciously felt that she was a beggar. This outfit really makes it hard for people not to think so.

Dong dong dong.

After a while, like this.

Come in. He shouted.

She left the red headband in her hand, looking at it.

Bring paper and pen, and write down several big characters heavily:

Looking at the meaning of not coming in, he sighed helplessly and got up to walk over.

Ye Fu felt a sentence from this girl, "A person full of hope, regardless of background, appearance, or experience, deserves to be treated kindly."

Ye Fu's words brought great hope to the girl. He watched as the girl slowly widened her eyes, revealing a pair of eyes filled with intense anticipation. The tense eyebrows also relaxed, and the curved eyebrows were like a flowing stream.

She seemed to have exerted a lot of effort in saying this sentence, blushing and panting heavily with both hands on her knees.

He doesn't like to accept things from others indiscriminately and wants to return them. But deep down, he doesn't really want to see that girl.

However, the door still hasn't been pushed open, and there is a new emotion in those eyes. A bit nervous.

Looking down, a shabbily dressed girl with damp hair hanging over her forehead crouched nervously in the corner of the winding path.

Are you shy?

Finally, he sighed softly and said, "Forget it, if we meet again by fate, it's not too late to return it to her." Thinking of "goodbye," he couldn't help but recall last night when Yumu left and said, "If there is a chance to meet again with the senior...," he wondered what else he wanted to say.

Ye looked around and said, "Could it be someone coming to apply for the job?"

Ye looked at her like this, sighed helplessly, and then smiled and said, "I still want to find someone who can speak here. If you can't speak, I'm sorry."