Floating Perfume Shop

Xiao Chongyun still remembers the despair he felt when he desperately rushed towards the burning house.Two bodyguards pressed him firmly to the ground, and he struggled to get up, digging his fingers into the soil, and his fingernails were soaked in blood when he pulled it out.He threw his elbow back with all his strength, and just hit one of the bodyguards in the face, and miraculously broke free, and rushed towards the burning building again.

The flames were blazing hot, scorching people's skin hot and hot.The body retreated instinctively, but the heart yearned infinitely, as if there was a paradise of liberation in the fire.The momentary hesitation towards Sheng made Xiao Chongyun stagger, lose his balance, and fell to the ground.Then he got up again, ignoring the shouts behind him, and rushed into the flames again.

Everything on the floor was burning, little clusters of fire all over the place.The fire started on the second floor, and thick smoke billowed down the stairs, soon to fill the not-so-large living room.The burnt smell filled the sense of smell, the sofa was already on fire, and there were crackling sounds of wood meeting fire everywhere.Amid all the disappearance and self-destruction, only the mother's favorite pot of bluegrass remained unmoved, standing quietly on the short table in front of the window.The wooden table has started to smoke, but the long and slender leaves of the bluegrass are still as new as ever.

Someone outside the door was shouting, Second Young Master, Second Young Master.

Er Shao, don't be impulsive.

But for Xiao Chongyun, these were meaningless temptations, and these people were just shouting through the fire. From the moment he stepped into the sea of ​​flames, no one followed him.Xiao Chongyun staggered towards the smoky stairs, his hand touched the iron ornament on the railing, and made a sizzling sound, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

The desire to survive grabbed him again, the moment he stepped on the stairs.

The Buddha said that ten thoughts are a moment, twelve moments are a flick of a finger, and a moment is infinite.At that moment, time seemed to stop, and all the good things in the past passed through his mind like a revolving lantern, one picture after another, one scene after another.

When I was a child, sitting on the sofa in this house, holding a cup of iced sour plum soup, my mother dismissed him from the side, and cried because the ice cream bought by the nanny did not have the aroma I liked.After crying for a long time, Zhang Wenshan came in from the outside, carrying a thermos cup.The boy was covered in sweat. He opened the thermos and handed it over. Inside was a freshly bought ice cream with a floral scent.At that time, they didn't know the hatred between each other, and this ice cream sweetened his whole childhood.Then, in the French perfume school, standing on the edge of the green lawn and reading.He joined a society called God's Nose, and it was the day of the Friday assembly. Members discussed recipes under the plane tree, and he stood inside with a Chinese poetry collection, listening absently.Later on, Ben Custer was found copying his elective course homework, and the two were taught together.

At the end of these pictures, a pale-faced and bright-eyed primary school boy came from afar and asked him, "Senior Xiao, when are you going back to school?"

"Senior Xiao, I miss you very much."

At that moment he smelled the aroma of white roses.This fragrant, quiet, refreshing breath rose from nothingness, and then sprinkled like rain on his thirsty and cracked heart.

What kind of fragrance is this?

Xiao Chongyun suddenly remembered that it was his apprentice's work called "Redemption".He didn't know why he smelled this perfume at such a moment—maybe it was because the scent left by his junior student on the collar of his shirt was not cleaned, and it re-emitted in a high-temperature environment, or maybe it was a fantasy produced by his brain, Like a drowning man struggling to grab the last straw.

No matter what, when he smelled the fragrance, his heart suddenly became quiet.

It seemed that on the boundary between life and death, someone pushed him in the direction of "life".

Xiao Chongyun hesitated for a second.

Then he raised his foot again and walked into the flames and smoke.

At this moment, someone called him from behind: "Chongyun."

When Xiao Chongyun walked into the small building, the man followed him, passed through the stunned bodyguards and thugs, and stepped into the burning house.Because of the injury in his abdomen, he took every step carefully, walked all the way behind Xiao Chongyun, put his arms around his waist, and called his name.

There was a gun in his hand around his waist.

The moment Xiao Chongyun looked back, Zhang Wenshan pulled the trigger!

It was a blank ammunition for practice, but at such a close distance, almost close to the skin, the severe pain could not be relieved at all.The bullet just passed through the cloth and soft tissues and remained in his body.Xiao Chongyun only frowned and groaned, then fell into the arms of the person behind him.

The severe pain and blood loss soon made him unconscious.

Zhang Wenshan carefully caught the young man in his arms with his uninjured arm, and with difficulty, almost half-dragging and half-holding him, led him away from the flames.The choking smoke had already filled the entire room, his body movements and coughing made his unhealed wounds bleed, and his face was terribly pale, like King Shura in hell.

He looked down at the young man who was in a coma in severe pain, and said in a low voice: "Zhang Wenshan, who loved you, is dead. My dear brother, you killed me with your own hands. And the person I love will no longer exist. would kill him with his own hands."

The darkness was so deep that Xiao Chongyun could hardly wake up.

At first he thought he had died in the fire, but the pain of changing the dressing woke him up.The practice bullets have been removed and the wound has been re-sutured.Probably because of the anesthesia used for the operation, the pain was not particularly alarming, but when the effect of the anesthesia faded, anxiety and heat enveloped him.

His body was unable to move, his eyes were covered by a black cloth, and sweat flowed down his forehead. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or something else that made the corners of his eyes wet.He couldn't see whether it was day or night, and he didn't know where he was, only that he had a fever.

It was burning darkly.

Xiao Chongyun asked the doctor what time it is, but no one answered him.

Except for the sound of metal instruments colliding with the tray, and the friction of instruments when applying medicine and injections, the surrounding area is almost silent.All he could feel was the bottomless darkness.The darkness soon plunged him back into a drowsy sleep.

In the dark, Xiao Chongyun began to have nightmares.

In the dream, he stood in front of the burning building again. His father abandoned him and resolutely walked into the sea of ​​flames that engulfed his mother.He cried, shouted, and struggled to catch up, but he was firmly pressed to the ground, and he could only watch everything burn and turn into nothingness.

His heaven was in a sea of ​​fire, and the fire engulfed his heaven.

Xiao Chongyun had a fever, tossed and turned, and was in extreme pain.He wanted to break free from this nightmare, but he was entangled more and more tightly, almost suffocating.The dream was so real that he could even feel the temperature of the fire, smell the burnt smell of different objects in the fire, and hear the desperate and terrified screams of people behind him.At the end of the dream, he walked up the stairs on the second floor and stood in the familiar small restaurant.The flames enveloped his consciousness and devoured his body, and not far away lay his father's body.

The father held the gun in his hand, the black-painted barrel pointed at his head, and the brains and blood had dried up under his body.

Following where his father's face was facing, Xiao Chongyun saw a black coat that was carefully placed on the ground.He couldn't see what was covered under the coat, but beside it, there was a silver high-heeled shoe that seemed to be dropped by the owner when he panicked.

Xiao Chongyun knew that high-heeled shoe.

He was shaking all over and had a splitting headache. He wanted to move forward, but his body was frozen in place like a statue, unable to move.However, the fire broke out suddenly, and the flames swept everything, turning the man who fell on the ground and the lonely, unburned crystal shoe into ashes.

Someone called him from behind: "Chongyun."

He turned around, a bullet pierced his body, the pain hit him, and his sanity was shattered.

This dream repeated over and over again, endlessly looping in his empty consciousness.Every time he collapsed and fell into a coma, he returned to the beginning of everything, in front of the burning small building, and repeated the endless torture.

"Heavy clouds," someone in the fire said to him, like a whisper, close to his ear, "death is not your heaven, it is your hell."

Later, every element of these fragments was extracted in the dream and became a hot fragrance.The hot, burning, and desperate breath devoured every detail of his consciousness.Xiao Chongyun tried desperately to escape, but the scorching fragrance captured him again and again, forcing him to watch the hell in his heart over and over again.

Relying on the remaining sliver of reason, Xiao Chongyun realized that this was a game designed to torture him.At that time, he was slightly awake. In the dark, someone fed him liquid food and washed his body.The burnt smell still lingered in his senses, and he suddenly understood that this was not a dream, but reality.

When he was young, Xiao Chongyun heard from his father that the imitation ability of some talented perfumers can reach the peak.Someone once used fragrance to simulate a garden between abstraction and figuration, and simulated the process of the garden's door locks gradually rusting and falling off, and finally brought a girl who closed herself in the depths of the garden of consciousness back to the real world .

The talented perfumer was his mother when he was young.

Zhang Wenshan concocted a perfume that simulated the fire he had personally experienced. Like reincarnation, he was trapped in this hell over and over again until his sanity collapsed and he succumbed to begging for mercy.All the praise fell on him since he was a child, Xiao Chongyun almost forgot that his brother is also an excellent perfumer in charge of a perfume company.

He even hired a top psychiatrist and used some means to make this punishment truly and truly fall on him.

He didn't kill Zhang Wenshan, so Zhang Wenshan survived and chose revenge.

Zhang Wenshan didn't want to kill his body, what he wanted to kill was his soul.

No matter how much he begged and cried, no one untied the black cloth covering his eyes, nor did anyone loosen the handcuffs that bound his hands.In order to avoid such endless torture, Xiao Chongyun began to rack his brains and empty his memory.In the depths of the darkness, in the heat of high fever, and in his unconscious mind, he tried to recall the fragrance of every flower, the salty smell of every sea breeze, the sweetness and sweetness of every fruit that he had smelled since he was a child. A girl who passed by, the soft fragrance in her hair.

Xiao Chongyun knelt at the bottom of the abyss, tearing the memory into pieces bit by bit, holding it in his heart, like a person who was frozen in a snowy day, burning firewood to keep warm.

That period of time was really too long, and he gradually burned every fragment he treasured.