Floating Perfume Shop

Zhang Wenshan kept the promise and did not contact him again. The days after the year are quite peaceful.

The imp's perfume bottle has been redesigned.He originally used a square bottle, exactly the same size as the chalk box in school, saying that he wanted to pursue the spring feeling of strokes.Obviously, the child's thinking direction is a bit off. Arya took the design drawing and changed it for two days, and asked Ben Custer to send it via WeChat. Xiao Chongyun seemed to feel something was wrong: "Why does it look like an ink bottle?"

"Xiao, you really have a discerning eye," Ben praised him, "This is modified according to the ink bottle!"

Foreign friends think in a straight line: "Don't you students want to express the idea of ​​using a pen to describe the beauty of spring? The chalk box is not good-looking, how about the ink bottle?"

Xiao Chongyun thought about it and felt that it was really feasible.

Thick square glass bottle, goose yellow liquid, round old-fashioned bottle cap, with a bookish atmosphere.The fragrance is like ink, graceful and curling, and it melts in the wind, creating a peach forest, forming a spring.

He sat on the usual rattan chair and read the newspaper, and suddenly asked Zhang Song: "The word 'spring' is too straightforward, would you like to change a word?"

The kid hummed.

Xiao Chongyun took a pen and wrote it to him: "I think the word 'Mo Chun' is just right."

Zhang Song accepted this suggestion, squatted in the corner with his notebook, and redesigned his ink bottle.He referred to the rotatable ink bottle cap, and the perfume nozzle is very short and hidden inside, so that it really looks a little bit old-fashioned from the outside.

Originally, Xiao Chongyun thought that the color of the perfume should be adjusted to a light pink, which is as cute as a peach blossom, but the little ghost firmly rejected it.He sighed, feeling that aesthetics cannot be forced, so he turned on the computer to watch the video, only to find that the folder on the E drive called "European, American, Japanese and Korean Movie Appreciation" had been deleted.

Xiao Chongyun opened the recycle bin, and the recycle bin was also emptied.

Heartbroken, he went to the children and said, "Where is my Yui Hatano!"

"Akiho Yoshizawa is gone too!"

The kid was seriously designing a perfume bottle, doing business, ignoring him, and said for a long time: "Last time when you were out at night, I came to you and kicked the computer, which may have broken the hard drive. I will compensate you, from the salary buckle."

Xiao Chongyun was planning to go to Shanghai to meet Zhou Tianhao to talk about the perfume brand that he mentioned on the phone last time, and he only had to book a plane ticket.In a fit of rage, he prepared to order two, and took the kid to the Lotus headquarters.Boss Xiao told the children that he would not be paid his wages unless he kicked out an extra zero from the cooperation funds in the boss's computer on Tuesday.

Unfortunately, Zhou Tianhao was very busy with launching new products, and there seemed to be some problems with the release of "Charm", so the meeting time was postponed.In those few days, Zhou Tianhao only called in the middle of the night. He was extremely tired, and he was still struggling: "The new product launch is busy, and it's not like you don't know about it, senior. Those idiots in the PR department insist on making simple questions complicated."

He still remembers Xiao Chongyun saying that he was not in good health last time: "My friend brought some bird's nest back from Thailand, and asked Emma to pack it for you yesterday and send it to you. You should eat it often."

Xiao Chongyun wanted to say that it wasn't the reason, but it was better to talk about some things in person.Explaining in person, let Zhou Tianhao understand that he is no longer the "Xiao of the East" back then.If even so, this person still trusts himself, Xiao Chongyun is willing to do his best to carry the Lotus.love brand.

"I always thought you were thinner than before," Zhou Tianhao complained on the day of the phone call, "Did your kids steal your meat for dinner?"

"Senior," he said seriously before hanging up the phone, "I don't know what's wrong with your body, but now that medical technology is so advanced, there is no incurable disease. As long as you want, I will accompany you to find a doctor, not in China or abroad Yes, there will always be a good day. Before that, you must finish eating the bird's nest I sent over."

Xiao Chongyun received the bird's nest three days later, and found that Zhou Tianhao's last sentence was completely unfulfilled.Because the box of bird's nest was too heavy, it went through logistics.Zhang Song opened it with a knife. In addition to the bottled bird's nest, there was also Sanqi Tianma ginseng antler, and a bag of lollipops on the bottom, which should be used to feed the senior's pets.

"Go send a text message to thank him," Xiao Chongyun handed the phone to the kid, "be polite."

Zhang Song refused.

Xiao Chongyun rubbed his nose, wondering why his pet had such a bad temper and was so popular.

To participate in the perfume rookie show, you need to record a VCR, and it is quite expensive to find a regular company to record.Next door to Xiao Chongyun's perfume shop is a photo studio, which also takes wedding photos and wedding videos. His little ghost often helps the proprietress pick up the courier, so he asks, "Can your family record VCR?"

The proprietress heard the whole story: "Record you, the original price."

She pointed to the child who was buried in filling out the delivery form: "He, half price."

The VCR recorded quite well, but Xiao Chongyun didn’t understand the effects of lens filters and music, so he watched the proprietress next door squatting in his shop with the device on her shoulders, muttering: “The lens is not bad, next time you come to my shop to take two photos as a model, Put it online as a sample."

The proprietress read again: "Side view, back view, side view... Restart from the front, start again from the front, and the front—Boss Xiao, your children can't laugh!!! Simply curling the corners of your mouth is not called laughing!!!"

Xiao Chongyun is very satisfied with this VCR full of silhouettes and backs. After all, seriousness and mystery are also one of the ways to support the style.He even instructs the children not to smile when they are on stage. If any judge gives you a low score, you should smile at him and act as a threat.

March is fast approaching.Zhang Song successfully passed the qualification review, the organizing committee sent an email, the finals will be overseas, and there will be interactive small activities, such as allowing perfumers to identify aromas among many plants on the spot, and make fragrances on the spot, etc.In consideration of cost and benefits, the venue of the event was set in Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia.It is located in the tropics, rich in natural spices, and there are many Chinese people with cheap prices, so it is indeed the best choice.

Each contestant can bring a relative or friend with him, and the air ticket will be reimbursed.After Zhang Song received the mail, he was depressed and packed his luggage by himself.Xiao Chongyun asked him, should he tell his father to take his family with him on such an important occasion?

The kid didn't want to.

Xiao Chongyun lobbied in every possible way, and the kid picked up his mobile phone and made a call.He talked about the situation of the rookie competition in a few words on the phone, hummed a few times, and hung up the phone: "My dad said he was busy, let me go by myself, and bring back some skin care products for auntie."

Zhang Song's mother passed away at an early age, and although his father never remarried, he never lost his female companion.Every time Zhang Song went, he was asked to bring souvenirs to these aunts. It was not until later that he gave these women the perfume made by Xiao Chongyun.

His father said, don't bring back such cheap and low-grade things that look worthless.

He packed and packed a few pieces of luggage, but the sum of them still couldn't fill the canvas bag.Zhang Song put the schoolbag on the stool at the door, went to the back room, and squeezed Xiao Chongyun's shoulder without saying a word.

The strength in the little ghost's hands was pretty good, and Boss Xiao was very comfortable, so he asked, "Is there anything else you need, tell me, and I'll take you to buy it tonight."

Zhang Song muffled: "Teacher, I am short of relatives and friends, can you accompany me?"

Xiao Chongyun thought about this for most of the night.

He lit a cigarette, sat by the window, and smoked on and off.

Nanyang is his father's hometown. He lived on Long Island for many years when he was a child, until he went to Grasse to learn perfumery.The sky over that land has always been shrouded in dark clouds of his past, with stories that he doesn't want to recall floating around, so when Xiao Chongyun saw the email, his first reaction was to refuse.

That's why he persuaded the little ghost in every possible way to let his father accompany him.

But now he is different from before.He made a deal with Zhang Wenshan, and he also made a deal with his past.The Xiao family in Nanyang disappeared long ago, and he is no longer the second young master of the Xiao family. Why can't he set foot on this land again?

If you don't have the courage to face up to the past, how can you talk about fighting for the elusive future?

Besides, the way the little ghost begged him was really pitiful.For so many years, he was only this student, and he made his debut in the finals. No one was watching behind him, making suggestions, and he would be eaten by his opponent in minutes.

When the plane circled over Kuala Lumpur International Airport, Xiao Chongyun's face was pale, and he vomited faintly, especially regretting that he had softened his heart for a while.

Zhang Song sat beside him, patted him on the back, and held on to the vomit bag: "You didn't get airsick before."

But Xiao Chongyun didn't eat anything in the morning, and couldn't spit out anything except acid water.He wanted to say that flying from City C to Shanghai is really nothing to cause airsickness, but every time the plane lands at Kuala Lumpur International Airport, it has to hover in the sky for 100 years. Not to mention the large arc, there are black rubber forests under the portholes, so I don’t feel dizzy. There are ghosts.

When he arrived at the hotel, the kid went to register for the report, but he was still lying on the bed, dizzy.

When Zhang Song came back, he brought him a cup of hot milk and put it on the head of the bed, then turned him over on the bed, rode on the boss, and began to massage him to relax.Starting from the shoulders and neck, pinching all the way to the waist and hips, and finally patting the legs, every detail is very serious.

"No matter what questions the judges ask you tomorrow, don't answer immediately, count silently to three, and give yourself a time to think and buffer," Xiao Chongyun groaned comfortably, "Waist, use your strength."

The next day was to familiarize yourself with the venue and rehearsal drills. Xiao Chongyun looked around and felt that it was not very interesting.

The third day was still a rehearsal. After changing a few projects, Xiao Chongyun was not interested, so he stayed in the hotel and surfed the Internet, waiting for the kid to come back.That day Zhang Song went out at seven o'clock in the morning and hadn't come back at eight o'clock in the evening.Kuala Lumpur is close to the equator, the days and nights are equal in length, and it gets dark later than in China. Xiao Chongyun was like a child when he was young, so he wandered outside for a while.

He waited for half an hour, feeling uneasy, so he went to the hotel lobby to see.Some contestants and staff came back one after another. Xiao Chongyun stopped a boy from the photography team and asked where Zhang Song was?

"Are you talking about the one with the paralyzed face and not smiling?" The photographer thought for a while, "He seems to have bought some flowers, he said tropical floral fragrance, he wants to buy some for his teacher."

He enabled international roaming on Zhang Song's cell phone, but no one answered the call.There is an electronic screen in the tea bar in the hotel lobby, which has been silently broadcasting local news, and now it seems to be broadcasting a car accident.Xiao Chongyun glanced at it. It was the truck that hit the little boy who was walking on the side of the road, and the ambulance was on its way.

He glanced at it and couldn't look away anymore.

The person lying on the ground is Zhang Song, and pink roses are scattered all over the ground.

The phone rang, and Xiao Chongyun's hands trembled when he answered it.Maybe they knew that Zhang Song was Chinese, so they said directly to him in Chinese: "Mr. Xiao? A young man was hit by a car and was on his way to the hospital. You are the emergency contact set in his mobile phone. You Where is it? The ambulance is just about to pass by the hotel entrance, so you wait at the entrance with your ID."

Xiao Chongyun rushed outside the hotel and saw a white ambulance slowly approaching from the traffic.

The ambulance flashed its lights, and the vehicles on both sides gave way.When the ambulance arrived at the entrance of the hotel, the car stopped. Two medical staff came out of the back compartment, and took his mobile phone in a sharp tone: "Are you the guardian? The mobile phone is turned off, get in the car now, hurry up!"