Floating Perfume Shop

Several international students went back home, but the woolen cap was scratched by a wire that came from nowhere when they were running, so Xiao Chongyun took him back to the apartment by the way, and dug out the medicine box to apply the medicine.

The woolen hat was probably afraid of the cold, the thick collar of the turtleneck sweater covered half of the chin, and the hat covered more than half of the head, and I saw a pair of clean eyes, looking around curiously and obediently.

Xiao Chongyun asked: "What's your name?"

"Nicolas."

Some Chinese, because they lived abroad since they were young, usually speak English names for convenience, and he understands that.Ji Fangdan Ruole's six-year schooling system, Xiaomaoxian is two years behind him, and he is in different tutors and research rooms, but the distance is not too far.The elementary school boy heard him, and he was very yearning in words: "Senior, I thought that where you live, there should at least be a professional fragrance room, a spice storage room, 24-hour constant temperature and humidity..."

This room was rented by an international student agency. It is on the third floor of the apartment building. One bedroom and one living room are equipped with heating. There is not much furniture, but it is comfortable to use.Xiao Chongyun couldn't help laughing: "I don't live in a laboratory."

"But you concocted the 'secret'..."

There was a perfume competition last year, and Xiao Chongyun's work won the first prize.Although the competition is not big, the judging panel has high standards, and the winning works have attracted much attention. “When you get to fifth grade and get involved in the actual fragrance program,” he says with a laugh, “you realize that intramural competitions and mentor evaluations aren’t that important.”

Little Maoyan asked: "Then what is more important?"

"People," Xiao Chongyun searched and searched. The only disinfectant was alcohol. The hole was a bit deep, so he poured half a bottle on it. "The people who use your perfume, their evaluation is the most precious."

The little woolen screamed.

It was only then that Xiao Chongyun remembered that his junior was weak, so he quickly pulled his injured hand and said, "The pain will stop in a while, don't really cry."

After blowing for a while, he asked Nicolas why it was so easy to hand over the money.The junior told him that among the overseas Chinese students here, there was a group called the Qinglong Gang, who specially asked the juniors to "borrow" money, which was particularly scary.He had been raised pettily since he was a child, and he had never experienced such a thing, and he handed over his wallet as soon as he was threatened.

"My family is above me, and I have three older sisters who dote on me very much. No one has been cruel to me since I was a child." He was very aggrieved, "I am not used to such a scene. My father said that a bad person like me will suffer sooner or later. Yes, that’s why I was sent to study abroad and learn how to make fragrances.”

Nicolas said again: "Senior, I have always liked you very much, thank you for saving me."

His cell phone rang just in time, and it rang again and again after he hung up.Picking up the little yarn, he replied a text message as if nothing had happened, and then turned off the phone.Xiao Chongyun asked if there was something important, he said firmly: "It must be a classmate who asked me to copy homework, it doesn't matter."

After a long night of boredom, Xiao Chongyun casually glanced at the notebook of the elementary school boy, took a pen to correct a few places, and comforted and educated the school boy: "I have an older brother who was spoiled for a while when I was young. When you grow up When you grow up, you will know that the pure friendship back then is no match for the relationship of interests. Your father is right, if you don't become strong, you will be bullied wherever you go."

Little Maoxian asked: "Will your relationship be bad when you grow up?"

"Now he can't wait for me to die, and I can't wait for him to die," Xiao Chongyun smiled wryly.He sent his junior to the door, and suddenly remembered: "If the Qinglong gang still harass you, you can come to my place. I am usually free on Friday afternoons. Just now I was looking through your notebook. Some ideas are very interesting. We can discuss them together." .”

Xiao Maoxian reluctantly went out, put his hands in his pockets, and walked two streets, when suddenly a bolt of lightning came from the dark alley and hit him directly!At the critical moment, the thin and pale young man pulled his hand out of his pocket, threw his backhand over his shoulder, and threw the visitor onto the red brick road!

He stepped on the man's back and gritted his teeth: "Fatty Sun, I told you not to call! Don't you know that my senior and I are having an academic discussion!"

With a white tiger tattooed on his arm, the hulking boy got up from the ground aggrieved, and pointed at the fat man next to him: "Boss Zhou, it's Sun Fangzheng's phone!"

The fat man stood at the base of the wall and came over step by step: "I told you that the boss is different from us, he has academic pursuits. I said don't call, but you insisted on calling me..."

The woolen cap fell off after a shake, and the young man stood tall and straight in the night wind, his bangs on his forehead were blown by the cold wind, and he looked a little heroic.If you look closely, he is actually just thin, not weak, but when his eyes are dark, he has an aura that surpasses his peers.The young man sighed and walked towards his rented apartment.

The two younger brothers followed behind him, the blue dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right.The little white tiger asked: "Boss, Boss, since your senior is back, you must go to the library to read again. Do you want us to go to the library to take a seat tomorrow? Like before, we can occupy the seat where you can see your senior."

"no need."

"Boss, boss, during the lecture..."

"no need."

"What should we do, the boss doesn't want us anymore..."

"Wooooow, the boss doesn't want us anymore!"

It was still within the holidays, Xiao Chongyun had nothing to do, so he went to the library the next day, and unexpectedly met the elementary school students who came to read books together.Xiao Maoxian sat not far from him, across a pillar, studying hard, and it was easy to ignore if he didn't look carefully.Xiao Chongyun went over with a stack of books in his arms, and found a wrong place, so he stood behind and pointed to his notes over his shoulder: "Seaweed extract can indeed bring the feeling of seaside breeze, but it is not suitable for Long Yanxiangji, so You're going to do an oceanic fragrance, and the base isn't right."

The youth under him almost jumped up!

Xiao Chongyun sat down next to him, glanced at his incense recipe, and gave some pointers from material selection to value.He didn't feel that he had said much, but the sunset quickly set.The two went out of the library together and said goodbye to each other.A few days later, he met his junior in the library again. The junior was obedient and shy and said, "Actually, I always take this seat every time I come here. The classmates will help me occupy it in advance. Senior, you only found out now."

"What a coincidence," Xiao Chongyun said, "Every time I'm used to sitting on the opposite side by the window, it's actually very close."

Once out of the library together, Xiao Chongyun noticed that Nicolas instinctively took a step behind him, and when he looked up, he found that the last time he was blackmailed, the rampant gangsters blocked the door.The two gangsters are both students, and they look like five-year-olds and three-year-olds. They probably went abroad when they were young and lacked supervision, so they accidentally went astray.One of them was quite fat, and seemed to want to talk to his junior.

Xiao Chongyun wanted to take care of it, but Nicolas shook his head, meaning forget it.He raised his hand and touched his junior's head, signaling him to rest assured, then walked over and stood in front of the two gangsters.

Xiao Chongyun said every word lightly: "I am not very good at fighting, but I took a few photos of you in the alley last time. Next time I see you threatening my junior again, I will take it to the police station , Please invite the witnesses of the night. Children, money is a trivial matter, and repatriation is no fun."

After Xiao Chongyun finished speaking, he dragged his junior away.

When he turned around, the elementary school boy leaned out from behind him, and shook his finger at the green dragon and white tiger blocking the door: "I warn you, if you threaten me next time, I will call the police."

The two disappeared for a long time before Xiao Baihu came back to his senses and asked Xiao Qinglong who was still in shock: "Did the boss just say that we threatened him?"

"Did we threaten him?"

"Didn't we come to bring him ink?"

"Didn't the boss send a text message saying that the pen is out of ink?"

It may be that Xiao Chongyun's threat had an effect. During that time, I never heard of this bully organization among the students doing anything bullying.This kind of bully organization among students is actually easy to deal with if they grasp their weaknesses.Since the door blocking incident, Nicolas often came to see him in his rented apartment, sometimes to ask questions, sometimes to borrow books.

The junior seems to like his bookshelf very much, he is full of praise, and visits the door from time to time, not limited to Sunday afternoons.Although he borrowed books, he never took them back. He just sat at the desk and read them.Xiao Chongyun guessed that Nicolas was young and was studying abroad alone, and he was still afraid of the gangsters who threatened him. He felt at ease by the senior's side, so he never urged him.

It is often Xiao Chongyun who is sitting on the recliner and texting, while Nicolas is reading at the desk, sitting upright, conscientious and diligent, which is quite valuable.

After a long time, he found that his first impression was indeed accurate. This seemingly humble and polite junior was quite talented in perfumery.Rich olfactory imagination and innate aesthetic appeal may be lacking in basic skills due to lack of proper guidance.

Xiao Chongyun joined a club called "God's Nose" at school, and has been devoting himself to the research of oriental fragrances. He hopes that someone can walk on the same path as himself, so he often discusses with his juniors.

"Oriental fragrance, do you mean musk?"

"No," Xiao Chongyun took out his notebook and threw it to him, "I mean the real fragrance that belongs to the east, not the illusion brought to the world by the Arabs—have you ever heard of 'Chinese fragrance'?"

The notes mixed in Chinese and French, with Xiangfang's name written on the top, are Xiao Chongyun's daily record of creating fragrance.

"Really subtle, profound, gentle and undiminished through time," Xiao Chongyun lay back on the chair, looking at the moldy ceiling, as if he saw a far-reaching and bright future, "interpreting the 5000-year-old Chinese culture, the aroma .”

"If you are interested, you can take this notebook back and read it," he said, "return it to me after you finish reading it."

Sometimes, Xiao Chongyun would also chat with his elementary school students about daily trivial matters, such as perfume competitions inside and outside the school and the latest trends in the industry. Once he talked about his entry "Secret" last year.

"I was not a good student before," Nicolas said. "I often skipped classes and my grades were not very good. Either the courses were difficult, or I was not interested in perfume."

Xiao Chongyun was quite surprised: "You will also skip class? What are you skipping class to do?"

"Bringing friends to fight—" he changed his words in a second, "No, playing drums."

"Quite musically talented."

"Then there was a fight one day——Zigu was tired, his whole body ached, he felt like he was falling apart, and he couldn't move a single finger. I was sitting against the broken wall on the street, and I happened to smell this perfume, so I realized that it was at the judging meeting. Someone brought out the fragrance test paper that was handed out. I stopped and asked whose work it was, and they said it was the award-winning work of this competition, called 'Secret', and the perfumer was Xiao from Dongfang."

"You used lemons and marigolds, which are green and dark. This dark aroma is like countless good and bad pasts that have been precipitated by time, and have been deposited in the secret depths of the heart, and then turned into bitter honey It curls up. Senior, maybe it’s just a good fragrance for you, for me—it’s the understanding and salvation in the abyss, someone reached out and pulled it..."

"Senior Xiao?"

Xiao Chongyun leaned on the chair, concentrating on sending text messages with his mobile phone, with his index finger on his lips: "Shhh, something happened."

The text message was sent by an American senior in fine chemistry. The red wine was identified. The specific ingredients were sent by email later, and a text message was sent first: "Heavy metal components were detected in the red wine. A small amount will usually cause chronic poisoning. This substance is soluble in water under certain conditions, and it is difficult to detect it. I found out only by borrowing equipment from the laboratory next door. Xiao, where did you get it?"

The words on the screen were very clear, but it was very difficult for Xiao Chongyun to read.In fact, he had already made psychological preparations and made accurate guesses, but when the facts were weighed down, it was still like a landslide, and the pain was extremely painful, shattering the last illusion in his heart.

The phone just rang, and another text message came in, the sender was Zhang Wenshan.

Zhang Wenshan's text messages are always short: "France is cold, someone will send you thick clothes, remember to accept them. I miss you so much."

Xiao Chongyun's face was pale, his whole body was cold, and he could hardly hold the phone steady. It took a long time before he typed the text message word by word, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Thank you dear brother, I miss you too."