Floating Perfume Shop

Zhang Wenshan was just pretending to be a kind brother. He didn't want to send or read the word, but at the end of the text message, he typed it out of nowhere.

What is Xiao Chongyun doing?

Chatting that day, he asked himself this way: "Brother, have you ever met a girl like a lilac flower?" After getting a negative answer, he shrugged in disappointment: "Me neither."

Every detail of that scene, as well as the gentle sunlight falling on the young man, was clearly reflected in Zhang Wenshan's eyes, like a delicate movie screen.Occasionally, when I am free, I will turn it out uncontrollably and play it back frame by frame.Zhang Wenshan didn't know why, he would relive this scene countless times, like a person in the dark trying poisonous banned drugs.

"Neither have I"—what does this sentence mean, is he still single?

He knew that his nominal brother's talent in perfume was far beyond his own, and he also knew that he had received a very high evaluation in far away Europe.Isn't there a girl chasing such a man?Did he—has he ever slept with another girl?

Zhang Wenshan suddenly forcibly cut off his thoughts, just like an addict who cut off his last sip of drugs with great perseverance.Thinking about it further, Xiao Chongyun was lying naked on the bed.He couldn't imagine the girl in his arms, but he knew that as long as he closed his eyes, he would be able to see every detail he wanted to see.

Zhang Wenshan knew that according to his agreement with the Zhang family, one day he would personally bury this person, together with his cold body, in a deep grave, but he could not refuse this temptation and fantasy.

Perhaps after Xiao Chongyun's death, he will hide this evil thought in his heart and carry it for the rest of his life.

So he didn't realize it, so he sent out the word "Shen Nian".

The text message that was answered almost in seconds, seemed to be knocked with a small hammer in my heart: "Thank you, dear brother, I miss you too."

love you brother.

I miss you as well.

He suddenly stood up from the chair, went out, and walked to the depths of Xiao's house, the stepmother's small apartment.There are still layers of bodyguards in the small villa, and the one at the door is his. Zhang Wenshan asked very straightforwardly: "Is Madam there?"

He never cared that the woman was called mother, and just called the word madam along with outsiders.

"Back to the young master, I went out. It seems to be going to the market to buy flowers."

Since my father allowed my stepmother to move freely, I often went to the flower market, but every time I had to be with two people.She likes flowers, but she doesn't like the brightly colored and scentless roses and lilies in the flower shop. She always goes to the local market by herself, picks the freshly bloomed bouquets of the day, and brings them home.

"Oh," Zhang Wenshan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought it was cold in France, and Chongyun was still growing tall and didn't like to buy clothes, so I asked someone to make two sets according to his size and send them over. If Madam has If you want to take it with me, please tell me."

He walked out as he spoke, and the young bodyguard followed him for a while. He didn't speak cautiously until there was no one around: "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master called back a few days ago, but he didn't call Madam. He called you." The maid he is familiar with. Someone heard the call, which sounds strange."

This family is full of eyeliners, and Zhang Wenshan learned this way of obtaining information very early: "What did you say?"

"I said I want to drink the black tea made at home. Let me share a cup of tea for my wife's breakfast and ice it so that I can find a company that can deliver the liquid by air."

Zhang Wenshan frowned.

Is Xiao Chongyun suspicious?But he never touched his stepmother, Xiao Chongyun had no way of doubting it.However, he has been very squeamish since he was a child, and he once ordered to eat a certain brand of ice cream, and he had to buy it in a certain store, because there was a flowering tree next to that store, and he liked the aroma very much.If the ice cream is taken out of the cooler and there is no pleasant smell, he will know that the nanny has changed homes without trouble, and he will cry for a long time.

Zhang Wenshan could barely distinguish it, it should be Magnolia, probably by the window when the raw materials were transported and processed, so it was dyed with a faint lotus-like fragrance.That kind of aroma would be impossible to detect unless professionally trained, so from then on, he discovered that this younger brother had a genius to a terrifying sense of smell.

This kind of genius makes people both envious and yearning.

It's like a beautiful thing that makes people want to break it and possess it at the same time.Or by smashing it, destroying it, obliterating it, to achieve the purpose of hugging, monopolizing, and kissing.

love you brother.

I miss you too, brother.

Zhang Wenshan raised his head and closed his eyes, but he couldn't destroy the tempting magic sound in his brain.

Is this a hint?

Of course not, this is just a simple greeting.

But what if it is a hint?

What can he give me in exchange for my concession?What can I get from him, enough for me to give up this huge family property and heavy grievances?

What can I get from him, Zhang Wenshan shook his head, no, what I want from him.

He knew this thing, he had always known it, but he never dared to face it.When he was a teenager, such thoughts were blasphemy. A person could not have such nasty and terrible thoughts about his own brother, so he hid them in his mind as soon as he sprouted.Later he knew that there was no blood relationship between them, but this person could not escape the responsibility for killing his mother.Facing that young man with spring-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, he could only turn that despicable, selfish secret, which he dared not expose to the sun, into deep-seated hatred. .

And now, standing on the bloody and ruthless fighting field, he couldn't bow his head to this opponent, knelt on the ground on one knee, held a bouquet of roses, and said that I would give you my heart, together with my life and wealth, I just ask you to take a look at my invisible heart.

So he can only embrace, monopolize, and kiss by smashing, destroying, obliterating.

In the evening, he received another text message from Xiao Chongyun, complaining about the cold in France and the clumsiness of his classmates in the laboratory project, urging him to send clothes.

"You don't need to spend money to customize it," Xiao Chongyun said in a text message, "Brother, if you still have old coats, just send me two."

Zhang Wenshan replied: "Won't it be cold?"

"No, I often wore your old coat when I was a child, it was quite warm."

When Secretary Liao brought coffee into the room, Zhang Wenshan happened to throw something.A paperweight passed over his shoulder and hit the door with a loud bang.Zhang Wenshan's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the dumbfounded secretary holding the tray: "If someone told you that he would wear the old coat you wore, what would you think?"

"..."

"I also gave you an old collection of poems."

"Did she say things like missing you and liking you?"

Zhang Wenshan gritted his teeth: "I said so."

Secretary Liao couldn't figure out the young lady's love history, so she was cautious, lest she used the wrong word: "If it happened to me, I would feel that she was seducing me, implying that she wanted to have sex with me."

"roll."

"Master..."

"I think what you said makes sense. Get out and book me a plane ticket back to China," Zhang Wenshan said coldly, as if in hell, "By the way, transfer at Nice Côte d'Azur International Airport."

The little brother who was in charge of booking the tickets thought for a long time and couldn't figure out why the young master would go to France for a transit when he returned to the mainland.This is clearly two air tickets, how can it be considered as a stopover in the itinerary.

Xiao Chongyun found out that it had been a long time since there was news about the gangster organization of foreign students called the Qinglong Gang.Although he is still very polite when he comes to the door every week, and he always calls out Senior Xiao, but he will bring a few vegetables and a catty of beef, and he can even fry a heart-shaped poached egg.Xiao Chongyun attributed this change to the fact that under his guidance, the junior finally got out of the shadows and became positive and optimistic. He thought it was a good thing, so he didn't pay much attention to it.Besides, during that period of time, he was depressed and restless, and he didn't have much interest in watching his junior show off his cooking skills.

Nicolas asked him: "Senior Xiao, what's wrong with you?"

It was snowing lightly outside the window, and the cotton-like snowflakes fell overwhelmingly from the leaden gray clouds.Xiao Chongyun felt that winter was too heavy, like a frozen quilt, which pressed coldly on the chest, making it hard to breathe.Although the heating in the room was sufficient, the bottom of my heart was still cold, so I grabbed the nearest fire.

Little Huomiao is pure and innocent, and nothing can help him, but Xiao Chongyun still said: "I said before, my brother and I wish each other could die."

"Actually, I don't hate him that much. In all fairness, he was good to me when I was a child. I once regarded him as my elder brother sincerely." He closed his eyes and said slowly, "But when a person grows up, he has to face interests. My In order to develop and grow, the family has never allowed property division, so only one of the two of us can inherit the family business. I don’t want to inherit anything. When I was young, I wrote a statement of renunciation of inheritance rights in private, but I tore it up later. gone."

"Why?" Nicolas asked, "Senior Xiao, are you short of money?"

"Now that my father is in power, I'm not short of money, but one day he's gone, and I have to protect my mother." Xiao Chongyun laughed at himself, "You call me Senior Xiao, but I'm actually not sure if my surname is Xiao. Maybe I should have a different last name, but my mother didn't tell me."

"When I was young, my mother kept telling me that my father died of illness very early, and died of a terminal illness called poor character. Then one day, many people came to my house and took us to a small villa in Nanyang. Now my father showed up and asked me to call him dad. The nanny explained to me that he asked me to call him dad because he married my mother."

From a young age, Xiao Chongyun felt that the father who fell from the sky was a good father, because he would read books with his mother, make tea for her, give her a massage, choose discs for her, plant flowers, cook, and perfume with her, and he was willing to use the power of the family, Go to the other side of the ocean to adjust a rare perfume raw material that is more expensive than gold, just to smile for Bo's mother who likes perfume.He also reads storybooks to himself, plays the piano, holds his childhood self on his lap, and tells funny jokes.

Originally Xiao Chongyun thought it was love for his mother, but he didn't realize it was house arrest until he grew up.

Before the mother, there was a gentle and virtuous woman who was hurt and abandoned because of her father's empathy, and finally died of illness in a certain hospital.This person is Zhang Wenshan's biological mother, who has a gentle name, Kexin.

"My brother actually hates me very much," Xiao Chongyun said dejectedly, "I noticed it when I was very young. He knew the truth, and since then he treated me... differently. I used to think that this kind of hatred would fade away with time. I didn't know until later that he really wanted to kill me. He didn't allow me to live, and of course my mother didn't live. Without property, there is no shield to protect her. When my brother inherits the family business, all the bodyguards around my mother will was withdrawn, at that time, guess what will happen?"

At that time, they will bear the hatred from the Zhang family and the hatred from their elder brother, and let them be mermaids.

Maybe a cup of poisoned tea can end years of grievances.

The elementary school boy was innocent and simple: "Then senior, have you tried to reconcile?"

"I've been bowing my head, trying to be a qualified younger brother," Xiao Chongyun sneered, "but is it useful? I thought that as long as I bow my head, show weakness, and be humble and harmless enough, I can escape this catastrophe, but what did he pay me back? He returned me a glass of poisoned wine! The most ridiculous thing is that I took a chance and asked someone to test..."

That day, the junior brought red wine and said what kind of dishes should be served with red wine. Xiao Chongyun didn't have much appetite, so he just drank wine.The junior probably wasn't very good at choosing wine, and his stamina was a bit strong, so he lay down on the chair and fell asleep.Xiao Chongyun only felt that the room was very warm. When he woke up, his junior was gone, and the snow had stopped outside the window.

He sat up, looked out the window, and saw a man in a black turtleneck, carrying a suitcase, walking down the street, stepping on the snow towards the apartment.A moment later the doorbell rang.

Xiao Chongyun thought he had fallen asleep, so he took another look, and it was indeed Zhang Wenshan.