Floating Perfume Shop

My English name is Nicolas.

This sentence fell on Xiao Chongyun, no less than a heavy blow.He wobbled and couldn't stand still, hitting the corner of the table.He wore a white suit that day, and the material was too light in color. With his pale face at this time, his whole body seemed to be melting in the cold moonlight.

"When I was in Grasse, you were the one who came out from behind the dark alley and dragged me all the way to avoid those gangsters who were blackmailing and extorting." Zhou Tianhao looked into his ear and whispered, "You I took it back to the apartment you rented, looked at my homework, and said that the idea is very interesting, and I can discuss it together when I have time."

Is there such a thing?Xiao Chongyun couldn't remember, he just felt a headache, and his consciousness was drowsy, as if there was an invisible abyss deep in his heart, once immersed in it, the pain would overflow.

"It was you who told me in the library that seaweed extract can indeed bring out the feeling of sea breeze, but it is not suitable for Longdan incense base. This sentence was later in the training of Lotus, and I talked to the newcomers who used incense base indiscriminately. I've said it countless times."

"You said that I can come to visit, so I will come to you to borrow books every week, count the time well, and never miss it once."

"You said you would take me for a walk on perfume. Then you dropped out of school, and I waited for you to come back. I studied hard and won several awards. I just wanted you to come back and put the award certificate in front of you. Senior, you are right, I have the talent of a perfumer, and I am finally qualified to walk with you in the future."

"Senior Xiao," Zhou Tianhao took a step forward, and Xiao Chongyun took a step back, until the corner was behind him, and there was no way to retreat, "I forgot what you said, so forget it."

Zhou Tianhao bent down, Xiao Chongyun instinctively hid, but he just opened the desk drawer by the window, took out a notebook packed in a transparent dustproof bag, and handed it over: "Give me this notebook by yourself. Yes, shouldn’t you also admit it?”

The notebook is very old, there is no pattern on the plain surface, the pages have turned yellow, but the handwriting is still clear.Xiao Chongyun remembered that this was the book he carried with him back then, in which he wrote many improvised perfume formulas, and those who were not very familiar with them never showed them.When he returned to school to participate in the graduation defense, he searched for a long time, but couldn't find this notebook, thinking that Zhang Wenshan threw it away when he was dealing with his leftovers.

Yes, he gave it to a junior.

Who did he give it to?

Why give it to him?

As a last resort, yes, as a last resort.If he hadn't entrusted him to pay at that time, all the hard work he had written in the past few years would have been in vain.This person is trustworthy, trustworthy, and sincerely liked.

But who is this person?

He knew that his memory was vague for a while, but he didn't know what he forgot.Xiao Chongyun didn't want to immerse his consciousness back into the abyss of memories, but the pain was already overflowing.He pinched the center of his eyebrows with his hands, but the pain between his eyebrows was no longer enough to keep him awake.The scenes that have been tried to forget for so many years come one after another, making people dizzy.

Who did he stab the knife in?

To whom does he say, am I willing to accompany you to heaven, or to hell?

The screams in the burning building.

Someone said to him, you came just in time.I have something to do, I need to find your mother.She must be in great pain alone in the fire...

There was a muffled sound when his knee touched the ground which was extraordinarily cold due to the air conditioning.Xiao Chongyun slowly realized that he finally couldn't stand up and knelt down.The notebook in his hand fell to the ground, and the pages were flipped open, all of which were written in the past.

The raging flames engulfed the small garden where he grew up.He was crazy, trying to chase the back of the black windbreaker and rush into the fire, only to be pinned to the ground.

In the extreme pain, he struggled, resisted, hit the hard ground with his head, kicked, and bit his teeth, but the person who hugged him seemed to be unconscious, unmoved, and refused to let go, just over and over again, Call his name softly.

Senior Xiao.

Senior Xiao.

In the raging flames, this voice was like a comforting spring breeze, blowing in his ears.

Senior Xiao, what did you see?

He saw a raging fire that consumed both father and mother.He saw Zhang Wenshan, stood in front of him with a gun in his hand, and said, Your knife really hurt, it hit my heart.Arrest Master Xiao Er.

How many years had it been since such a dreadful hell had clouded his consciousness?Xiao Chongyun originally thought that he had escaped completely, but he did not expect that when the darkness suddenly struck, his consciousness still collapsed.

Senior Xiao asked him in a gentle voice, who is the devil you want to escape from?

Zhang Wenshan.

He hurt you?

No, I hurt him too.

What Zhang Wenshan brought was not just physical harm.Xiao Chongyun doesn't want to look back, but his consciousness is not under his control.He seemed to feel the tactile sensation when the rough sheets rubbed against his bare skin, and Zhang Wenshan held his gun against his jaw, making him open his body.

Endless captivity, endless reincarnation of memory, he was trapped in the fire hell and lust, unable to break free.In order to escape from the scorching fragrance in the memory of reincarnation over and over again, what did he squeeze out?

Oh, he drained the last of his goodness, and gave up the time when he was born free.

Who stood in the passing time and asked him over and over again: "Senior, Senior Xiao, we agreed to walk together..."

The gentle voice disappeared for a long time, and then sounded again: "Senior Xiao, this is not your fault."

Yes, but I'm still ugly enough, aren't I?

At the beginning, I had no choice but to go to the bottom of the boat.

I only saw a corner of the chessboard, but I was eager to make a move...

It's not that I want to forget, it's that I have to.To escape hell, one has to leave something behind.What I leave behind is the only beauty in my hands.

The cell phone rang piercingly, like a knife, splitting the chaotic memory and pulling him back to the real world.

The bell rang again and again without stopping at all, Xiao Chongyun gradually woke up.The first thing he saw was the light-colored wooden floor, and then his hand propped on the ground with exposed veins.His back was already drenched with cold sweat, his forehead almost touched the ground due to the loss of strength in his limbs, and an illusory pale face was reflected on the smooth and waxed floor.

The phone belonged to Zhang Song, and he reached for a specially set ringtone.The mobile phone was placed by the bed, and it was enough to hold it once. It fell on the floor and kept vibrating.

A hand helped him pick up the phone and handed it to him: "Senior Xiao."

The ringing stopped, and Zhang Song hung up the phone.

Xiao Chongyun held the phone in his hand, looked up, and saw Zhou Tianhao squatting in front of him.One of his arms was still half-extended, between Xiao Chongyun and the corner of the desk, forming a protective posture, probably because he was afraid that Xiao Chongyun would make some aggressive actions during the process of confusion and hurt himself. Own.There was a bloody gash on his other hand, as if it had been scratched on a hard piece of furniture, but the moment it was exposed, Zhou Tianhao immediately retracted his hand and covered it with his sleeve.

Xiao Chongyun looked at him, and his eyes gradually recovered: "You just took advantage of my unconsciousness and induced me."

Zhou Tianhao opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.He knew that the senior had finally woken up, and he remembered what he had asked just now.

Xiao Chongyun stood up wearily.The process just now made him physically and mentally exhausted, his throat was as dry as a desert, and he urgently needed a glass of water.He tidied up his messy clothes, turned to Zhou Tianhao's face, and said calmly, "Yes, you heard everything, everything is true."

"I did seduce Zhang Wenshan, slept with him, and killed him once, but failed, and then fled back to the mainland." He said, "I had no choice. If I didn't kill him, he would poison my mother. It's just success and failure. I don't have any complaints about my situation. The senior you have dreamed of, that senior with faith and ideals, "Xiao of the East", died the moment he picked up the knife. " Probably because he was very tired, Xiao Chongyun spoke word by word very slowly.Every time he said more, Zhou Tianhao's face turned paler: "The me now is just a wreck, constantly escaping from my brother's revenge, that's all. I never thought that I would gain nothing from you. It belongs to my own interests, and I have never had any unbearable thoughts about my students."

"Senior Xiao."

Just like a tortoise poking its head out of its protective shell, the closed fortress was finally demolished. When everything was frankly revealed, the pointless pride was shattered by the wind.Many things can finally be said.

"I am really grateful to you for saving me from Zhang Wenshan, and I am sorry that many past events, together with that bad memory, have been deleted. Unfortunately, I am not the Xiao Chongyun you imagined. What happened on that rainy night Let's write off the matter." Xiao Chongyun reached out to hold the cold doorknob, unscrewed it, and then stopped, "If you are interested in the company I am involved in, we can continue to discuss financing contracts. If you are only interested in that illusory phantom Interested, see you then."

"Senior Xiao..."

Xiao Chongyun shook his head, and looked back at the pale young man standing by the window.Xiao Chongyun's words were very light, so light that if he didn't listen carefully, he seemed to be blown away in the wind, but the young man was a little unsteady. Every word in those sentences was like a golden hammer, hitting his soul one after another. .

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. There were only three words left: "Senior Xiao."

Xiao Chongyun suddenly asked: "What do you think of the perfume launched by 'Afterlife'?"

"Very good." Zhou Tianhao was stunned for a moment, "Zhang Song is a fledgling perfumer, and if he can do this level, you are right that he is talented."

"Actually, most of these perfumes are my creations. Now I try my best, but I am only an excellent newcomer." Xiao Chongyun sighed, and pushed the door out, "I have a phantom smell. I almost smelled it many years ago. There is no more accurate scent. So don't call me senior anymore, I am no longer qualified to say anything to you as a senior."