Floating Perfume Shop

"No." Xiao Chongyun said calmly.

"Dear."

"No!" Xiao Chongyun jumped up from the chair, "So what if we kissed? A man is chattering about such a trivial matter—" He pulled Zhang Song's children's shoes standing beside him without saying a word, Kissed the expressionless face of Xiaogui Wannian: "See? It's just social etiquette."

Zhang Song blushed up to his ears, grabbed his canvas schoolbag without saying a word, and went straight out.

Boss Xiao stayed where he was, and said after a while, "It may be the rebellious period of youth."

"Senior Xiao, you were the one who sent me away that day, opened the room, and poured water for me. That's what you told me back then." Zhou Tianhao has a particularly good memory and recites it very well, "You said that Girl, they took me away by taxi and opened a room for me. They haven't asked for my card yet. When we meet again in the future, we must thank you very much."

"I suddenly changed my mind," Xiao Chongyun waved his hand, "These are small things, you're welcome, really you're welcome."

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Zhou Tianhao moved a small plastic stool that cost five yuan each, and sat opposite Xiao Chongyun, with a very sincere attitude, "I thought about it carefully. Vulgar things definitely don’t look down on them.”

In order to save money, Boss Xiao used the second-hand glass counters in the store, and the rattan chair in the back room had a broken leg, which was all tied up by the kid with special express glue. Sitting down is still shaking.Zhou Tianhao was sitting quite comfortably, and he was determined not to move his nest, nor did he plan to go out and find a hotel to settle down by himself: "You said that if you keep living in the illusion of drinking, you will miss the sky full of clouds when you are awake. I think You are quite right."

He pointed to himself, and then to Xiao Chongyun: "I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've already figured it out, Senior Xiao, you are my sunny sky and clouds. I have nothing, nothing to repay, How about a promise?"

Xiao Chongyun almost fell off the chair.

He stood up on the cold counter and began to look for the keys to pack his things and prepare to close the shop. Zhou Tianhao followed him around, took out the perfume samples on the glass shelf and smelled them: "Senior, I think your house The talent of the pet is not very good, why should I be fired?"

Zhou Tianhao took Boss Xiao's personally trial-produced work and picked out a lot of problems from various angles. After he thought that the topic was over, he asked again: "How about a promise with your body?"

"No," Xiao Chongyun declined politely, "I think it's better to thank you with money."

Originally, Xiao Chongyun just wanted to invite the little ghost to Jinli West Road next door to eat a food stall with dry pot, and then order a bottle of beer for himself, but the little ghost's phone was turned off, and he couldn't get through anyway.Zhou Tianhao strongly demanded to eat hot pot, and pointed out that he wanted to eat the most expensive one in the Kuanzhai Alley next door.As soon as he entered the door, he asked the waiter to get wine, but Xiao Chongyun decisively stopped him, and replaced it with free barley tea.

"People are always smart and dull. On the one hand, they must be smart, but on the other hand they must be dull. This is only fair. I am indeed very talented in perfume, but I have always been used to deceiving myself and others emotionally. After that night, I carefully I've thought about it carefully," Zhou Tianhao held a teacup that had faded out of the bird's smell, with a look of lovelessness on his face, "Senior Xiao, I liked you when I was in Ji Fangdan Ruole."

As expected of a seasoned mall veteran, it only took him a second to turn defense into offense: "Are you rejecting me because I'm a man? I don't even care about your gender, why do you care about me?"

Xiao Chongyun's head was as big as a bucket.

He originally thought Zhou Tianhao was joking, but he didn't expect it to be a bit serious.

Since the accident five years ago, Xiao Chongyun has never considered his relationship issues again.He didn't want to find a gentle and beautiful girl, give birth to a smart and lovely child, and lead a family life that everyone envied.In the past two years, he has been traveling to many places, trying to stay as far away as possible from Zhang Wenshan, and further away, preferably so far that he cannot be seen on the Internet, and his voice cannot be heard on the TV... Later he felt that he could open a house A small shop that sells perfume, strikes up conversations with little sisters who pass by every day, and spends a long life with his girlfriend who has a few gigabytes of hard drive, can be counted as a kind of luck.

Oh, and he has a very accomplished pet.How can the happiness accumulated so cautiously and cautiously be put in danger so easily.

I still don't touch things like feelings in my life.

"Your so-called liking," he asked Zhou Tianhao, "what is it?"

"When you were in the school laboratory, you used to wear a white shirt with one button loose, and there was always a circle of people around you. At that time, I always looked at you, standing far away, and kept looking at you, like an addiction Same. I went to the library to borrow the books you read, looked for the pencil marks you left on the books, guessed the knowledge points you searched, and studied them separately. I also read the papers you wrote one by one, try I tried to imitate your practice work...Xiao Xuechang, you were so dazzling at that time, many people did this, and I was just one of them. I have always wanted to sit with you and discuss with you one day like now This year's perfume trends, share your own opinions, and even comment on each other's works like friends. You are right next to me, and there is a button on your white shirt, and I can smell you when I lower my head." Zhou Tianhao said, "I always thought it was because I had pure academic yearning for you, until that night, I drank a little too much."

"Isn't it?"

"No, it's because I wanted to unbutton the white shirt," Zhou Tianhao stared into his eyes, "I fuck you."

Xiao Chongyun stood up and walked out of the shop.

The waiter stopped him: "Sir, who will pay the bill?"

Zhou Tianhao flicked a credit card to check out quickly, and followed him out.The wind was cold and strong, Xiao Chongyun turned up his collar and walked into his small shop, Zhou Tianhao followed behind: "I haven't finished talking..."

On a winter night in City C, there are few pedestrians and few vehicles. There is a group of motorcycle gangs, who especially like to whiz through the empty streets on modified motorcycles.They often modify the sound of the engine to look like a fake stereo, and the headlights are bright and bright. I don't know why they have a sense of superiority.Xiao Chongyun was wearing a long black coat with a stand-up collar that day, and he was walking on the crosswalk with his head down. He didn't pay attention to a small motorcycle and rushed over!

The color of his clothes was too dark, and the racing driver was turning a corner. By the time the dazzling headlights hit his face, it was already too late.

There was a sharp pain in his body, but it was not the expected huge impact and crushing.Zhou Tianhao's reaction was extremely quick, and at the very moment, he reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and the two of them fell backwards, holding Xiao Chongyun and rolling for a long time on the square bricks by the side of the road.The road surface was rough, coupled with Zhou Tianhao's exhaustion in an instant, the coats of both of them were worn out, and Zhou Tianhao's hand was scratched a lot, as if scratched by a steel wool ball.

The young man in the racing car cursed, didn't slow down, and disappeared at the end of the long street. Zhou Tianhao sat up with his arms around Xiao Chongyun: "Senior, I haven't finished talking just now."

He didn't deal with the scratched hand, and lowered his head to sniff at Xiao Chongyun's neck: "I've thought about it again in the past few days, and I've thought about it clearly. Now you don't wear that kind of shirt anymore, and you don't care about that kind of hair But I still want to see you. Since you disappeared, I have always wanted to see you, and it has never changed. "

"I think I might like you."

Zhou Tianhao sat on the ground and hugged him, lowered his head, his voice still sounded a little shocked: "If you don't like me, just treat me as a joke and never say it. If I really bumped into you just now, I will live forever. Oh no."

It was rare for Xiao Chongyun to see such a depressed and pitiful Boss on Tuesday, his voice sounded a little muffled: "Just go in your left ear and go out your right ear."

Xiao Chongyun took his junior back to the store, turned on the lights in Hei Junjun's store, pushed open the painted wooden door and went to the back room, looking for the first-aid kit that hadn't been used for thousands of years by the moonlight.The broken letter and newspaper box at the door was not closed properly, and the evening paper fell out. Zhou Tianhao picked it up when he entered the door.When Xiao Chongyun was looking for medicine, he was sitting in front of the counter reading the evening paper, and a thick registered letter fell out of the rolled newspaper.

"Senior Xiao," he waved the envelope inside.

Xiao Chongyun came back soon, but found no iodine, only a bottle of medical alcohol and a pack of cotton swabs, luckily none of them had expired.When the medicine was applied, Zhou Tianhao didn't cry out for pain, and just sat there frowning, letting Xiao Chongyun clean up the dust and sand in the wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol.Sitting there, Zhou Tianhao didn't have any special expression except for frowning severely, Xiao Chongyun could only try his best to be as light as possible.He covered the broken skin with white gauze and tied it with medical tape: "Thank you."

"It's okay," Zhou Tianhao said, "I thought I had a little hope because you didn't reject me."

"What?" Xiao Chongyun asked.

He smiled, probably because of the alcohol pain, he smiled pitifully: "It's nothing. The kid sent all your clothes to be washed last time, and you've been wearing them all the time. It's fine. I like that smell very much." .”

Zhou Tianhao went out by himself and stayed in the hotel where he used to live. Before leaving, he seemed a lot more cheerful, and stood at the door with his hand wrapped in gauze: "There are some things I shouldn't have said today, but you see, I was injured too, so it's a joke. It's okay. Just pretend that I never said it, and think about the perfume brand that I mentioned last time? I'm in City C on a business trip, so we can talk about details."

Xiao Chongyun went back to the back room and opened the closet by the moonlight.The wood in the wardrobe is old and a little damp, the shirts are neatly folded, and the coats and coats of different lengths and seasons are hung neatly according to the shades of colors.After the boss said on Tuesday that they could be reimbursed, the kid should have washed them all.He pulled off a gray windbreaker and lowered his head to smell it carefully.Xiao Chongyun has a phantom smell, and he can only feel a very small part of the complicated smells.What filled his nostrils now was the smell of cold rust, the smell of disinfectant, and the smell of perfume that Zhang Wenshan used to use before, rubbing against his body.Xiao Chongyun carefully and conscientiously searched among all these phenomena, trying to find a shadow of reality, a little smell of dry cleaning detergent that Zhou Tianhao said was good.

He closed his eyes.

However, there is an extremely delicate scent of white roses in the darkness, which is cold and long-lasting, like the melting snow in early spring, just right and refreshing.I have never smelled this kind of fragrance before, and I wanted to applaud it, but it was only fleeting, and returned to nothingness in an instant.

The hallucination returned to his consciousness again.

illusion?

Xiao Chongyun opened his eyes in self-loathing, picked up the registered letter sandwiched in the newspaper, and walked to the bed.The heater was always on, but the room was still cold, and the quilt felt damp to the touch.He sat down recklessly, tore open the envelope, and inside was a copy of Dai Wangshu's Poetry Collection.Xiao Chongyun had never bought this book before. He tore open the plastic bag, and some small fragrant beads suddenly rolled out of it, soft and bouncy, and disappeared on the floor in an instant.

aroma.

that aroma.

Even if he hides in the phantom smelling garden full of flowers and seals off the high walls and deep courtyard, as soon as that kind of fragrance appears, everything will suddenly disintegrate.This breath is like a tarsal maggot, it cannot be avoided and cannot be lingered.Solid perfume, those soft beads are solid perfume - just when Xiao Chongyun realized this, he became dizzy.

It was so hot that the air seemed to be on fire.

The scorching heat seemed to burn every inch of his skin, fear sneaked back from the depths of consciousness, and painful magma spewed out from the depths of the abyss.He knew that this was an illusion, but he instinctively longed for the coldness, even if a pair of cold hands gently stroked the back of his neck, he felt extremely comforted.The book fell to the ground, and he grabbed the sheets, buried his face on the pillow, the muscles in his forearms were tense, but he couldn't feel any strength.The fine winter sweat seeps out, and the shirts and woolen clothes are already soaked.

A pair of hands landed on his face, stroking gently for a moment, and then someone sat down on the edge of the bed.

He was too anxious to get the medicine box, he didn't turn on the light, and he didn't notice if someone else was sitting in the corner where the moonlight couldn't reach.Could it be that someone has already entered the room, just waiting for him leisurely.

It is too late now.

Zhang Wenshan sat beside him, picked him up, rested his head on his knee, then stretched out his hand, and unbuttoned his coat one by one with his cold fingers.He lowered his head and kissed his brother's cold and sweaty cheek, and laughed in a low voice: "The imitation fragrance draw is really good. I also missed that you have a trustworthy classmate in the perfume school. Oh, yes, there is another student brother suitor."

Xiao Chongyun didn't struggle too much, he curled up in scorching fear, and even actively cooperated for the slightest bit of coldness.Shameful and pitiful, after so many years, he is still afraid of that darkness, and Zhang Wenshan is still the only comfort in the darkness.For the comfort of that addiction, he would do anything.

"Your junior cared about you very much, and even made a special trip to ask about the past. Why didn't you just reject him? When you rejected me, you said all kinds of cruel things. Let me think about it, go to hell, it's disgusting, Go away, shameless... Family Crematorium? Haha, Family Crematorium is the most interesting curse I have ever heard. The scene of you rushing over with a knife and telling me to die is a treasure of my life." Zhang Wenshan stroked his hair one after another, as if enjoying it, as if feeling the smoothness of the high-quality silk on his fingertips, "Say, if you are a cute and innocent student, you will see it, hear it, and know today What would he think of what happened?"

Xiao Chongyun had a splitting headache, and saw his mobile phone in the confusion.Zhang Wenshan handed him the phone, and pressed the dial panel: "How about calling your junior brother good night? He came from afar, so it's not surprising to say hello, right?"

Xiao Chongyun wanted to refuse, but his body was used to obeying with instinctive memory.

When the first cold kiss fell on his bare back, his fingers when he pressed the dial key were convulsed.

Zhang Wenshan's index finger slid an arc on his tense body, and read a poem by Dai Wangshu: "Even though I have tenderness, you have tears, dear brother."

The author has something to say: In fact, Dai Wangshu's original sentence is "even if you have tenderness, I have tears", and Zhang Wenshan said it in reverse.