[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

Maybe it’s because I slept on the bed too many times this year. The soft bed made me forget the hard work of wandering in the past. I slept very restlessly in the tunnel of Grenouille this night.Not because the rock is cold and wet here, but because something is strangling me so hard that I can hardly breathe.

Struggling in a daze for a few times was useless. Instead, I felt that the neck was hot and itchy, and some hot and humid gas was sprayed on the skin, which was not very comfortable.

After struggling for a while, I finally opened my eyes.

The rain outside the tunnel is still falling, but there is already a twilight coming in, the sky is pale, and a new day is coming.And I was forced to curl up, and the whole person was nestled in Grenouille's arms. When I first realized this, I was a little shy. Although I haven't grown up yet, I am also a girl.

But when Grenouille raised his bright eyes to look at me, I suddenly realized: "You haven't slept all night?" You are full of energy, your eyes are bright, but the blood in the eyeballs cannot be hidden live.

Then I realized a question that surprised me even more: "You hugged me like this all night?" Then...then, I felt the hot air from my neck, it was Grenouille's nose Does it smell on my skin?

"Very light, very light taste... great... very good..." The words Grenouille muttered to himself yesterday evening also hit my mind at this moment.

"Jean-Baptiste Grenouille!!!" I was furious, pointing at his nose and yelling out his full name: "You, you, what have you done to me!"

Grenouille raised his pure and clear eyes like a child, looked at me innocently, and replied very sincerely: "I just smell it."

Smell it?

I shuddered all over.The red-haired girl who was strangled to death by him on King's Day in Paris is a nightmare that I can't forget. Although it fades with time, I always keep a vigilance against Grenouille in my heart.

"Why do you smell me? Didn't you say that the child has no smell?"

"Yes," Grenouille answered me, looking up, his eyes sparkling, "but you are growing up."

I trembled again: "Then, what do you think of my current smell...?"

Grenouille smiled happily: "Although it is very faint and covered up by the smell of blood, when you grow up, you will definitely have a very good smell. I promise, it must be unique! "

I slid down the pit wall and sat down, seeing his sincere, almost heartless smile, suddenly felt very wronged.

Walking with him for so long, this seems to be the first time he smiled at me like this, and the reason is just because of a very faint, inexplicable body odor?

I made no secret of my grievances, bent my knees and buried my head, crying loudly.

"Adele? You, why are you crying?" Grenouille's bewildered voice came from above my head, and he quickly stretched out a finger to wipe some of my tears. When I looked up, I saw that he was about to Take the tip of your nose to smell my tears.

I knocked down his hand with a "slap", sobbing: "You kindly asked me to stay yesterday, just to smell my scent, didn't you?"

"Yes." Grenouille nodded very honestly.

"Then if I don't let you smell it, will you strangle me like you strangled that red-haired girl?" I said to myself, the more I said, the more wronged I was, and the tears fell more fiercely.

Grenouille blinked: "The red-haired girl?"

He actually forgot!

I reminded him viciously: "Fireworks on King's Day, the one who peeled the yellow fragrant plums, you praised her body fragrance to me!"

"Oh, it's that smell," Grenouille nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and asked me, "Then why did I strangle you to death?"

Tears came out of my eyes, and I whimpered: "So you really want to strangle me! Woo... As long as I mature, you will strangle me like you strangled her! Last night you blah ... Stretch me until I can't breathe, when I still have a very weak smell, you treat me like this!"

I buried my head and cried arrogantly and unreasonably. It was almost unreasonable. The more I cried, the more I cried, it was like a vigorous catharsis after years of emotional suppression.But in fact, although I cried a lot, I knew in my heart that I was not making trouble for no reason.

I was just looking for a suitable way to clarify a problem to Grenouille, and in this way, to vent my inner fear of the future.

I can't believe that a friend I've always treated with sincerity would be so cold-blooded as to kill me because of my body odor.

Grenouille is very withdrawn and eccentric, but he is also a person, a person whose heart is beating warmly-I have always believed this so naively and firmly.

"Adele..." There was a timid tone, the tone that Grenouille used to speak to others, but it had not been heard for a long time when speaking to me.

I look up.

What catches my eyes is the flowers with extremely bright colors, with a faint fragrance, red, yellow, white, purple... The raindrops roll down from the petals, I can't recognize the full name of the flower, such a small one But it seemed to illuminate the entire dark and damp tunnel, bringing brilliant sunshine.

I sniffed: "The mountain is so desolate, and there are not a few plants growing. Where did you find the flowers?" It was raining, and it was still so fast.

"Anyway, I always have a solution," Grenouille carefully handed the bouquet to me, as if he wanted to see it but dared not look at me, and advised him cautiously, "Don't cry, Adele. Cry Get up...uh...it doesn't look good..."

In just two sentences, I guarantee that he has racked his brains and lost countless brain cells.

Grenouille has lived for almost 20 years. I guess this is the first time he has learned to comfort others, right?

I burst into laughter.

But I was still a principled person, so I insisted not to take the flowers, and asked him with a serious face: "Then, because of my smell, will you kill me while I'm not paying attention?"

Grenouille's expression became confused again: "Why should I kill you, smell, when a person dies, he will disappear, it has no value."

I insisted: "Then if you find a way to collect body odor, will you kill me for collecting my smell?"

Grenouille frowned, looking very distressed: "I don't know."

"However..." He paused, and there was another turning point. Before the half basin of cold water in my heart could be poured, I heard him say: "But it's not necessary. Collecting this kind of fragrance is not contradictory to living, that's it. yes, right?"

So what if there is a contradiction, will you kill me?I thought so in my heart, and turned my head away to ignore him. At this time, I didn't know that more than half of my guesses would come true in the future, so I just said angrily: "Smell, smell, you know Collect smells, all kinds of smells! I think the most important thing you should collect is your own smell, just smell it every day and live in your own world, don’t need me to control you anymore!”

After I finished speaking, Grenouille on the opposite side was silent and did not speak, and I still said something in a rage, but I couldn't remember exactly what I said.I only remember when I felt that he had been quiet for too long, and when I turned my head to look at him, I saw Grenouille's naked body and a face as pale as dead ashes.

【Jean Grenouille】

my own smell?

What Adele said took me by surprise.

I suddenly remembered that when I was wandering in my dream and wandering in my wonderful scent kingdom, a fog that seemed to rise from the swamp, followed me like a ghost, surrounded me, and robbed me of the air I breathed freely.

I know that this mist is also a smell, my own smell.

But although I know the smell is my own, I cannot smell it.I completely disappeared inside of me, unable to smell myself for the sake of everything in the world.

Because I don't smell.

Adele's words made me suddenly realize why the fog made me so sick and disgusted.

Because no matter how hard I try to sniff and smell, I can't smell myself.

I don't smell at all.

"Jean, what's wrong with you? Did I scare you because I didn't say something well? Then I apologize." Adele stretched out her hand, looked at me worriedly, and touched my face.

I grabbed her hand and startled her, but I didn't care so much, I wanted to smell my own scent from her hand.I hugged her for a full night, sniffing the faint scent of her body contentedly, looking forward to the beauty of that scent gradually maturing, if possible, my scent will definitely remain on her body.

But nothing.

"Jean, don't make me think you are crazy, tell me, what are you doing?" Adele appeared behind me, the huge blow made me depressed, I grabbed her shoulder eagerly, and hurriedly asked her: " Did you smell me?"

"Smell? Well, you haven't showered for a long time, of course it will stink."

"Smells of sweat, right? I smell bad of sweat, don't I?" I desperately wanted her to confirm something.

But Adele was taken aback for a moment.

She came over, rested her head lightly on my bare shoulder, and moved her nose.

"Jean," Adele called my name in a low voice, but didn't look up at me, "You know, my nose is not very sensitive, and I can't smell many smells. The lighter it is, the more... "

"Tell me what you smell!"

Adele looked up at me, I saw the faint confusion in her eyes, she shook her head slightly: "I didn't smell anything, Jean."

How ridiculous.

I squatted down quietly, I don't know how long I squatted.

When I was creating my own smell kingdom comfortably in the tunnel, I completely ignored the fact that I have no smell at all, there is no Grenouille in this world, because I have no smell, everything has , the most important smell, I do not have.

do i really exist

"Jean, do you really have no smell? You just realized this now? It's so strange..." A small hand pressed the top of my hair and rubbed it. Compared with my despair, her tone was so brisk It's outrageous: "But what I can't understand even more is that there is no smell. Why are you so sad? Besides, after squatting for so long, don't your legs feel numb?"

There is no smell!She actually said that!

Smell is everything!Without smell, what is the meaning of existence!I held my head and covered my ears, hardly wanting to listen to her nonsense anymore.

But her words still flowed into my ears continuously, and the magic sound pierced my ears.

"Well, well, Monsieur Grenouille, don't be sad. It's just that there's no smell, and I won't dislike you. I'm still your friend, and I won't change, okay? That's enough to know, so, Now go and put on your clothes obediently. Although this is a deserted and remote mountain, no one is watching. But I am still here after all. I am still a girl. It is not good for you to be naked in front of me for hours... "

Adele babbled so much that I couldn't figure out what I caught and didn't hear.

But after a long silence of refusing to speak and death, I raised my head, looked at Adele who was by my side, and made a decision.

"Go down the mountain, let's go to Grasse."