Floating Perfume Shop

The room was brightly lit, and every light was on, so every detail of the expression on the man's face could be seen clearly.

The middle-aged man was kneeling on the floor, tied behind his back, with blood all over his head and face.His teeth should have been bitten by himself, and when he opened his mouth, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth and dried up on his lips: "Young Master, the person surnamed Xiao is not your real brother. I just accepted the foreign order, so I didn't damage your interests." ..."

The cold voice sounded again: "Go ahead."

The whip dipped in salt water was whipped on the fresh wound, and the man screamed heart-piercingly.Zhang Wenshan held a glass of wine and sat at the door from a distance, watching the execution.After a while, the man was finally silent, and when he couldn't even let out a hoarse cry from his dry throat, he put the foot of the wine glass on the ground, walked over, and squatted in front of the man: "The old quarrel between me and Xiao Chongyun, myself Will count. What is your business looking for him?"

The man's lips moved, about what he said, Zhang Wenshan listened carefully.

"Xuanhuanxiang is just an academic thing, what's so good about it?" Zhang Wenshan broke apart the man's crosses one by one, took out a gun with the muzzle pointing down, and pressed it coldly on his convulsed index finger, " I want to hear ten benefits, one less, and one finger collapsed."

For a while, when Zhang Wenshan was free, he liked to sit in the room where Xiao Chongyun lived, touch the chair he used to sit on, and look at the books he often read when he was imprisoned here.Sometimes he'd drink here, bottle by bottle, until he was quite drunk.

He imagined countless times in the dark, imagining that man, still the same as before, sitting by the bed reading a book, imagining how his shirt was torn, imagining how he completely possessed this body, just like possessing a beautiful flower.He thought about using various means to kill Zhou Tianhao, and then bring Xiao Chongyun back here.Doing so will come at great cost, but not without hope of success.The reason why anything can be a temptation is precisely because when you get it, you have to pay a price.But why didn't he do it himself?Probably because he knew that even if Xiao Chongyun died, he would not want to come back here again.

The back view of him leaving that day was firm and decisive, without even looking back.

When Zhang Wenshan got drunk countless times, that figure surfaced from the depths of his consciousness.At that moment, he never felt that this person was so far away from him.In order to leave him, Xiao Chongyun jumped across the river once.At that time, he knew that the worst outcome would be to pick up the corpse, hold it in his arms, ask someone to marry him in the dark, and erect another monument, with his own cemetery next to it.

But at that moment, he was still holding the man's coat in his hand, and there was still Xiao Chongyun's breath on the coat, but somewhere deep in his heart told him truthfully that Xiao Chongyun had left.

He left and never came back.

If he was really forced to come back, he would jump the river for the second time without hesitation.

The reason why Zhang Wenshan discovered that something was wrong was that one day he found a shred of tobacco in a book that Xiao Chongyun had read.Strictly speaking, perfumers should not smoke.During the few years when Xiao Chongyun returned to the mainland, he became addicted to cigarettes.Although he didn't want this person to return to the perfume stage, Xiao Chongyun was in poor health and coughed when he smoked. Later, Zhang Wenshan became cruel and helped him stop smoking.

No one could bring a cigarette to his room, and even Zhang Wenshan himself let the smell of cigarettes off his clothes before going to see him.

Therefore, there is a problem with the dropped tobacco in this book.

When he was not around, someone touched the things Xiao Chongyun left here, flipped through his books and notes, and searched his bed sheets and quilts.

The shredded tobacco is very new, and the time should be recent.Zhang Wenshan didn't move in secret, he went to someone who knew the business to look at it, and got the brand of tobacco.Among the people who can enter and leave Zhang's house, there are only a handful of people who smoke this brand of cigarettes, and only one is used to rolling cigarettes by themselves.

This person is his bodyguard, he has followed Xiao Zhai all the way to the present, and he is regarded as half a confidant.Zhang Wenshan brought this man over, beat him up, and asked about the situation.

"Someone asked me to find the notes left by the Second Young Master, take a photo and pass them on." The man was trembling all over, and said everything, "See if there is anything related to the cycle incense."

Someone had asked him about the circulation incense before, but it belonged to Xiao Chongyun and his mother. Zhang Wenshan had no interest in it, and had never studied it specifically, so he sent them back.But it's strange to take such a risk to find him right under his nose.

Zhang Wenshan pointed his gun at the bodyguard's knuckles, and sneered: "You just said nine benefits, and there is one more, continue."

"Young master," the man begged in a low voice, "I can't say it, if I say it, I will... I—"

The words turned into a scream, and Zhang Wenshan pulled the trigger.Not only a finger, half of the palm flew out.Regardless of such a bloody scene, Zhang Wenshan still spoke softly and asked patiently: "Tell me, who is the person behind you? He wants my brother's perfume formula, why?"

At the same time, Zhou Tianhao was watching a movie with Xiao Chongyun.

This is something he has planned for a long time.Su Lan laughed at him, Mr. Zhou, you are getting more and more useless now.In order to watch a movie with his sweetheart, he also specially planned a financing plan.If Young Master Xiao agrees to watch series like Harry Potter with you, wouldn't you be so poor that you have no pants?

Zhou Tianhao said, I only celebrate my birthday once a year, and I want to watch a movie with him on my birthday, so what if I spend some money?It didn't cost you any money.

At the dinner before the movie started, Zhou Tianhao opened a bottle of red wine of a good vintage.Therefore, in the dark projection hall, he asked Xiao Chongyun with the smell of alcohol: "Senior, do you think such a person is scum?"

His story sounds familiar.Xiao Chongyun vaguely remembered that on the day he graduated, a young junior persistently stopped him and asked, Senior, why did you suspend school for so long?

Senior, don't you remember me?

Senior, I plan to return to China after graduation.You said that Chinese incense can only find its future in its roots.

Such bright eyes, such a disappointed look, suddenly overlapped with some illusory shadow in memory.

Who do you look like, like Zhang Song?

It looks like a little ghost, but this shadow seems to be more laughable and cuter than the little ghost. I should have liked it very much at the beginning.

Xiao Chongyun had a splitting headache.

"I think of a former student." He followed the clues of memory to find the illusory shadow. "I once told me that I coached him, but I don't remember him. I am very disappointed. He should be a very talented person." Perfumer, now his works must be far above mine. I probably really pointed him out at the beginning, but I don’t remember him. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel that I’m not doing well enough.”

Probably because of the wine, the air in the movie theater became a little stuffy, and Xiao Chongyun couldn't breathe.He knew that red wine had great stamina, and his body couldn't metabolize alcohol very well, but Zhou Tianhao kept pushing the wine glass to him at the dinner table.

He took out the contract, put it on the table, and said, Senior Xiao, you are my senior, and I respect you, so I don't mean it.You have a drink, I'll change another, drink until you are satisfied.

And it was a black-hearted contract of capitalists, there were too many things Xiao Chongyun wanted to change.

Xiao Chongyun stood up and wanted to go out, but his footsteps were not very steady, and he felt that his body was firmly stabilized by his hands.Zhou Tianhao led him towards the exit with half support and half hug, and asked, "Who is this junior?"

"When I left France, I borrowed money from him, but I never had a chance to repay it." Xiao Chongyun said to himself, "I remember his name, but I don't remember his face... His name is Nicolas, he is probably a French citizen. Chinese."

Zhou Tianhao paused obviously, and the hand holding Xiao Chongyun became very tight.He seemed to stand there for two or three seconds before relaxing his hands a bit, so as not to hurt the person in his arms.He took Xiao Chongyun out: "Senior Xiao, you may have caught a cold."

The cinema is on the second floor, with a rooftop outside, overlooking the neon lights and crowds in the square by leaning on the iron railings.When Xiao Chongyun went out, he walked towards the rooftop, as if someone had covered his mouth and nose just now, and began to gasp for breath.

Zhou Tianhao was worried that Xiao Chongyun was suffering from the cold, so he reached out to touch his forehead, and found that the temperature was normal, without a fever, but his face was scalding hot, probably because he was really overwhelmed by alcohol.Presumably his metabolism is slower than ordinary people, it was okay when he was watching a movie just now, but when he moves now, the alcohol will come up.After people drink too much, there are all kinds of strange things. Some people will stand on the table and sing, some people like to take off their clothes and dance, but Xiao Chongyun is different.His face was in great pain, he grabbed the iron railing with both hands, his knuckles were white from the force, his eyes were empty, as if his soul was not in this world.He seemed to be living in another memory, deeply trapped in it, unable to break free for a long time.

"Senior Xiao," Zhou Tianhao hugged him, "I'll take you home to rest."

The word "home" was like a thorn, and Xiao Chongyun was shocked.He let go of the hand holding the railing, stumbled and took two steps back: "I'm not going home!"

Zhou Tianhao stretched out his hand to pull him, but he suddenly took a step away, avoiding: "Tell him, I would rather die than go home."

Zhou Tianhao realized that Xiao Chongyun's state was really wrong.At dinner before the movie, he opened a bottle of red wine, but alcohol is often a pleasure.No one is so drunk that he is so panic-stricken and terrified.

Zhou Tianhao hesitated for a moment, took off his coat, wrapped it around the man in front of him, and whispered in his ear like coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, we won't go home."

He called his secretary to bring the car, then carried Xiao Chongyun up, and drove to his apartment.Xiao Chongyun in the car was still delirious, and murmured: "I said at the time that I would pay him back soon, but that was a lie. I knew that I would never have the chance to see him again. I was running for my life at that time... ...I must run for my life, or he will..."

Zhou Tianhao hugged him in his arms, and found that Xiao Chongyun's brows were wrinkled into a Sichuan character.He leaned over to kiss the wrinkle away.As soon as the lips touched the soft skin, they lifted up slightly, afraid of waking up such a fragile and dependent senior with the kiss.

Zhou Tianhao asked in a low voice: "Who is 'he'?"

Xiao Chongyun didn't speak, turned over and arched deep into his arms.It may be that the temperature of the air conditioner in the car was turned on a little low, Zhou Tianhao felt him trembling, so he secretly deducted the secretary's bonus in his heart, and hugged the person in his arms a little tighter.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it," Zhou Tianhao said, "Senior Xiao, you drink too much, just sleep and you'll be fine."

He carried him all the way up the elevator, put him on his bed, covered him with a blanket, and helped him untie his tie and undress him, fearing that he would not sleep comfortably like this.During this time, Xiao Chongyun kept whispering, Zhou Tianhao leaned his head over, listened carefully, and then responded gently.

"Okay, we don't drink, and we don't drink if we don't want to..."

"Okay, I'll help you pay it off. I'll help you pay off the debt you owe to that student named Nicolas."

"Okay, I won't let you see Zhang Wenshan again. If you don't want to see him, naturally you don't have to."

"Okay, okay, the three clauses of the contract are all void. If you don't like it, of course—" Zhou Tianhao came back to his senses, "Contract???"

Xiao Chongyun seemed to wake up.His eyes were indeed opened, his eyes were tired, his eyes were a little wandering, and his mind had returned to three points: "What you said yourself is invalid."

"I'm sorry," he sat up from the bed, and reached for his coat, "I seem to have drunk too much, and I made you laugh."

His movements were flustered and hasty, and he failed to grab his clothes twice. When he looked up, he found Zhou Tianhao standing by the bed, looking down at him, his dark eyes almost staring into his soul: "Senior Xiao, what did you say just now?" What do you mean 'escape'?"

Xiao Chongyun's voice seemed to be separated by a layer of clouds: "You heard it wrong, you were joking."

Zhou Tianhao held him down: "Don't be brave, Senior Xiao. You are in a very bad state now, look, look, your hands are shaking."

Xiao Chongyun lowered his head and found that his hand holding the coat was indeed still trembling slightly.That kind of memory was terrible, he was only slightly involved, and he didn't expect it to be so painful.Why is it so painful this time?

Is it because of the bottle of red wine?

No, it was because the moment Zhou Tianhao asked that question, the burning smell in the air dissipated, and his sense of smell returned to normal for a second.

He smelled a white rose-like fragrance from Zhou Tianhao's body.

Xiao Chongyun clenched his trembling left hand tightly, turned over and got out of bed.He almost fell halfway, and he could only lean on a desk by the window with all his strength to keep himself steady: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

"You borrowed my money to run away, why have nothing to do with me?" Zhou Tianhao blocked his way out, reaching out his hand to stop him, "You may be too forgetful, my English name is Nicolas."