Floating Perfume Shop

At the most anxious time, Zhang Wenshan came.

The door opened quietly, and the almost silent footsteps, to Xiao Chongyun who was bound in the abyss, was like a sound of heaven.He turned his head in the direction of the footsteps with difficulty, feeling a hand on his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

"No." Xiao Chongyun murmured, "No."

Zhang Wenshan bent down and whispered to his ear: "What?"

Xiao Chongyun tossed and turned: "Don't want that fragrance."

Touching the young man's cheek with cold fingers, Zhang Wenshan asked, "Why?"

"Don't want that scent, sorry."

"I'm also very sad." Gentle lips fell on Xiao Chongyun's eyes, and he kissed his moist eyes through the strip of cloth, "But what should I do? I have already given you my sincerity, and you killed it. We all In the depths of hell, we should stop thinking about escaping from each other."

"elder brother."

"beg me."

"elder brother."

Zhang Wenshan's lips hesitated a little.

He lowered his head, buried his nose into the young man's neck, took a deep breath, and then wanted to bite on the bare shoulder.Bright red blood meandered down from his lips, Zhang Wenshan whispered: "I am here."

There was a silver metal cover at the head of the bed, and next to the cover was a silver tray, the size of a palm, on which was an open perfume bottle.There is a heating device at the bottom of the tray to ensure that the hot aroma can fill the room stably and quickly.Zhang Wenshan reached out, picked up the metal cover, and covered it on the tray, blocking the nightmare from hell.

The aroma dissipated slightly, and Xiao Chongyun groaned.Then the moan was replaced by the ensuing pain, and he almost curled up in pain.

Xiao Chongyun never thought that someone would treat his body like this.Even in that small apartment in France, facing Zhang Wenshan's lustful eyes, he had only vaguely imagined this aspect, but immediately turned his thoughts to the upcoming plan.Xiao Chongyun originally thought that death was the most frightening thing, but now he knows that compared to the sweet black dream, such humiliation and torture are truly unbearable.

Zhang Wenshan was kissing him, all the way down the neck, just like kissing a long-coveted woman, polishing a piece of rare jade.He forcibly opened his legs, and at that moment, Xiao Chongyun didn't even realize what Zhang Wenshan was about to do.

Until the pain that ran through his body made him cry out in pain.

Such pain almost tore him in two, making him tremble from soul to body.

Zhang Wenshan's kiss did not bring comfort, and he did not kiss the person under him originally out of comfort.Such a kiss is a long-suppressed desire, a one-sided desire, and destruction in forced love.He carefully avoided Xiao Chongyun's wound, but trampled on and picked all over where he was most defenseless.

At first Xiao Chongyun was struggling, but later his voice became hoarse and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only pretend that this body was not his own.He searched his memory, looking for a safe place to escape, and finally found the scent of a piece of white rose in the barren jungle.

He walked to the deepest part of the fragrance like grabbing a life-saving straw.

When the body is in the most intense tide of sex, the soul stands in the misty fragrance, looking at the peaceful campus, the hopeful classmates coming and going, and the lavender fields surrounding the small town of Grasse in the distance.

The junior student held a notebook, walked towards him from the depths of the aroma, and asked, "Senior, do you like 'salvation'?"

Xiao Chongyun nodded.

He just laughed, took off the wool cap and scarf, and bent his eyes: "It's just as long as you like it."

Only then did Xiao Chongyun realize that spring has arrived, summer has arrived, and how peaceful and beautiful the world was originally.He has been shut up in darkness for so long that he has forgotten seasons and times.The aroma has no content, but it has emotions. Such a peaceful, comfortable and comforting breath is really like salvation.

Such redemption even made Xiao Chongyun feel better in the torment.

Zhang Wenshan lowered his head and licked the young man's Adam's apple, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "What are you thinking? Is there anything else I haven't squeezed out of your mind?"

Arm crossed the head of the bed, opened the closed silver cover, and the hot aroma permeated again.

The hell that has been chasing him in the dark, persecuting him, and haunting him has returned.

"Hold me," Zhang Wenshan said, "Call my name."

Xiao Chongyun's injury should not have been bedridden for so long, but if you destroy a person's spirit, you destroy his body.In such deep darkness, only Zhang Wenshan would come to him and stretch out his hand into the abyss.It was a hanging ladder full of steel nails, and every step was soaked in blood and tears, but Xiao Chongyun chose to climb it.It was only because when Zhang Wenshan came, the fragrance became faint, and he was able to take a breather from the suffocating nightmare.

In order to catch his breath, he even consciously and involuntarily stretched out his hands to that person, looking for the comfort that accompanied him.

The person who hugged him asked: "Who is your favorite person?"

"elder brother."

"Who is your brother?"

Xiao Chongyun hesitated for a moment: "He is dead."

Zhang Wenshan's arms tightened suddenly, almost strangling the young man in his arms.He stared fiercely at the blindfolded person, as if his eyes could be dug out through the cloth.

"When?"

"When I was very young," Xiao Chongyun said, "I missed him very much."

The person holding him didn't move.

After a long time, the ferocious force relaxed, and Zhang Wenshan sighed, as if surrendering, and left a kiss on his forehead.

"Yes, he died and went to hell with you."

Whenever I think about it, this time is like hell.In order to avoid that scent, he succumbed to the man in front of him, and in order to avoid the torture brought by this man, he turned to the scent of white roses deep in his memory.This little secret was finally discovered, and Zhang Wenshan forced him to ask, what was he thinking?

Xiao Chongyun's silence has no effect, because once he chooses to be silent, the aroma will cover his consciousness again, pulling him back to the burning small building, a recurring nightmare.

"You are dead, Xiao Dongfang is dead," the magic voice whispered in his ear over and over again, "Don't think about it, don't think about it, forget it."

Among the escape from hell and the sea of ​​roses, he can only choose one.

In the end, Xiao Chongyun's body succumbed, and his broken spirit made his own choice.

He forgot the sea of ​​white roses, the little boy who came to him in the fragrance, and gave up his own salvation.

When Zhang Wenshan walked into the room, a doctor in a white coat and a mask came out to meet him: "Doctor Zhong, how are you?"

He paid a lot of money to hire a psychiatrist, the professional level is top in the industry, and he looks like a dog. The rare thing is that he is especially willing to sell his soul for money.When Xiao Chongyun was tossing and turning in a nightmare, the doctor would stay by the bed, consider the dosage of psychotropic drugs, and whether the concentration of aroma should be increased or decreased as appropriate, or push the person into pain through psychological hints, or Leave him alone.

Originally, a psychiatrist didn't need to wear a mask, but when Dr. Zhong made such unethical transactions, he was always used to covering his face so that he could let go.Before Zhang Wenshan invited him, he had already learned about the Xiao family's open and secret struggles to usurp the throne and power through his own channels.At first, he thought that Zhang Wenshan had a deep hatred with the young man in front of him, but later he discovered that when the young man was in pain, this man's hands would tremble.Once Xiao Chongyun screamed out in a dream, Zhang Wenshan trembled all over, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

He also knew what Zhang Wenshan had done to that person, dirty and terrible things that could not be made public.Sometimes he has to help the nurse and maid clean up together, leaving a mess afterwards.Many people have unique hobbies. At first he thought it was a way of insult and revenge, but he also saw Zhang Wenshan kneeling in front of the bed when the young man was sleeping, and put his lips on his hot and thin cheek On, unwilling to leave for a long time.

He didn't understand Zhang Wenshan's feelings, and felt a little sympathy for this young man who had been completely defeated in the family struggle and had no power to fight back.

"He's more awake," said the doctor surnamed Zhong. "I sat up today and asked me if it was afternoon, and said that when I touched the window glass, it felt warm."

Zhang Wenshan nodded.

"Xiao, no, Mr. Zhang," Dr. Zhong recalled that the Xiao family no longer existed, "this person will never leave you again, do you want to..."

He tentatively helped the young man with a sentence: "Take off the blindfold? It's been like this for too long. I'm afraid that my nerves will atrophy, and I will really lose my sight in the future."

Xiao Chongyun's blindfold was finally taken off.

It was early in the morning, and he was in a room with half-drawn curtains.Because he hadn't used his eyes for a long time, even the gentlest light made him feel unbearable, so he buried his eyes in his palms, and slowly raised his head after a long time.

Soft morning light, white sheets, and a vase beside the bed with a newly opened lily.

The hands can move freely, Xiao Chongyun wanted to reach the flower, but it was a bit difficult.The rusty and dysfunctional body functions that have been useless for a long time, and the hastily healed wounds under high mental stress made him unable to do what he wanted.He was wearing a white shirt, which was his own, but because he was very thin, it looked too wide.

A man in a white coat stood beside the bed, with a pair of thin red phoenix eyes protruding from behind the mask, and asked him, "How do you feel?"

Before Xiao Chongyun could answer, the man first introduced himself: "My surname is Zhong. You can call me Dr. Zhong. Even if you feel uncomfortable, I can't help it. I'm a psychiatrist and I can't take care of your physical problems."

"Is it?" Xiao Chongyun asked softly, "Where is it burning? I smell burnt."

"No," Dr. Zhong said, "not at all."

In the air, there is only the fragrance of newly opened lilies.

"No!" The young man on the bed turned around, looked at him, and said earnestly, "I can smell something burning. The fire is very big, and many things are burning together... My nose is very sensitive, no matter how small Even the smell of it is unmistakable. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Dr. Zhong looked at the person in front of him, feeling pity in his heart: "There really isn't one. There's only the scent of flowers here, the scent of lilies."

At the mention of lily, the young man was shocked!

With a look of disbelief on his face, he began to turn around, looking for lilies in the room.In the end, he found a newly bloomed flower on the bedside table on his right, and then moved it hard, lowered his head, and the tip of his nose almost touched the white and delicate petals.

"No," he looked up blankly, "this flower has no fragrance."

The doctor in front of him didn't speak, but just looked at him with pity.

The young man suddenly raised his voice: "Really, this flower has no fragrance! There is only a burnt smell in the air, something is burning..."

No one responded to him.

There are many flowers without fragrance in the world, but it is obviously not the one in front of you. There are also many burning houses in the world, but it is obviously not the one in front of you.

The young man's eyes gradually turned from bewildered and bewildered to despair.

From the doctor in front of him, he heard a word called "phantom smell".The fear of the nightmare was too great. In those great pains, his senses betrayed him, and the fire was deeply burned into his consciousness, even covering the original and true feelings at that time.He can only feel the real smell of this world in the gaps between those terrible smells.

In this fire, in this family struggle, Xiao Chongyun survived, but Dongfang Xiao died.

Despair later turned to madness.

Xiao Chongyun smashed everything he could, from vases to calendars on the table, to teacups and even chairs.Due to lying in bed for too long, his body has been greatly damaged. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he fell down unsupported.After everything was smashed, Xiao Chongyun knelt in the center of the room floor, with his forehead on the ground, and finally cried out silently.

Such madness eventually turned into a blank.

Someone stood behind the door and asked, "Dear brother, are you feeling better?"

Zhang Wenshan stepped across the door, squatted down beside him, and stroked the young man's back with his hands: "It's better, let's take a look at our father's will, meet the lawyer who reads the will, and sign it by the way."

Xiao Chongyun raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot!

"Do not."

The air conditioner was turned on too much, Zhang Wenshan stretched out his hand, picked up the young man who had almost collapsed on the cold floor, and carried him back to the bed over the debris and odds and ends.

"No." Xiao Chongyun repeated, "I don't see anyone."

Zhang Wenshan put him on the bed, took out a small push-type perfume bottle from his pocket, and pressed it against his nose.When the fragrance permeated again, the person in his arms suddenly shook, as if all the strength had been taken out of his body, and he just leaned against him.

Xiao Chongyun was trembling.

This feeling is too uncomfortable.He once thought that the phantasm branded on his perception had already destroyed his future, but he never thought that the endless Asura hell had already invaded and devoured his spirit, forming a simple conditioned reflex in him.The tiniest hot incense can bring him back to that burning world, remove all his resistance, and plunge him into deep fear and despair.

Xiao Chongyun knew that it was an illusion, not real, but there was nothing he could do.

He was completely destroyed by Zhang Wenshan.

In the hot fragrance, Zhang Wenshan whispered in his ear: "Dear brother, cheer up, you have to meet these people. There are still many procedures, and you need to go through them one by one."

He sighed, and looked at the suffering young man almost dotingly: "Don't reach out to hug me, and don't kiss me. These things are useless this time. Before you agree, it is impossible to get out of this hell." out."