[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

I ended today's begging very early. Although I only got one piece of black bread and half a rotten apple, it was enough to fill my belly.I couldn't wait to get to the little bed under my bridge pier. Although there were only two beds of rotten cotton wool on the bed, it was better than sleeping in the Holy Child Cemetery.

I waited for Grenouille to come to me.

I am sure that geniuses have extraordinary passions for the things they love.

So I guess, after he goes back, he must experiment with the things in the sack immediately, and when he finds that there is no effect, he will think of what I said, and then he will definitely come to me immediately.

But until the rays of the setting sun cast sparkling golden fragments on the surface of the Seine, and the people on the Exchange Bridge went from bustling to deserted, Grenouille did not come.

Did he misunderstand the pier?I just came up with this idea, and was quickly rejected by myself.Then I guessed that the old man Baldini must have assigned him a lot of work, which made him unable to get away, so he couldn't come to me.

It must be like this.

"Adele, you don't work before it's dark? If you continue like this, be careful that you don't have anything to eat tomorrow!"

I looked up, and saw a thin and small boy holding the railing by the river with both hands, the knuckles of his fingers protruding, very strong, talking to me with a smile while swinging.

"Cory." I called his name.

Cory was one of the street bands I met at the Holy Child Cemetery. He was dexterous and seemed to have learned his craft from some street performers. He knew ventriloquist, could carve, and learned how to steal.He is probably the most lady-friendly of the waifs, with a sweet mouth and a variety of tricks, so he can eat well without stealing.

Maybe because he felt that I had no strength to speak, Corey swung his hands, stretched his body and jumped high, jumped onto the pier from the river, climbed down nimbly, and squatted down to look at me, with a look of concern in his dark blue eyes: "Adele, are you sick?"

"No," I shook my head, "I'm just...waiting for someone."

"Who?" Corey asked casually, not paying much attention. He picked up the apple I put aside, showed disgust, and threw it into the Seine without thinking: "Adele, This apple is almost rotten, and it will hurt your stomach if you eat it. Don't forget that your illness has not been cured for long."

"I have something good for you." Corey took out an oilcloth bag from his pocket mysteriously, and uncovered it layer by layer. The golden color appeared and the fragrance filled the air. Even if my sense of smell is dull, I can still smell it. To a light alluring fragrance.

"Smell the freshly baked butterscotch, it smells very fragrant, can you smell it?" Corey stretched out this cute and attractive little thing in front of me like a treasure: "Give it to you!"

The black bread and the rotten apples were disgusting as garbage in front of this butterscotch, and I was so hungry that I couldn't help but salivate from my mouth, but I shook my head and said, "What do you do, Cory?"

"I'm full," Corey patted his stomach, "Bacon sandwich, tastes great!"

I smiled, took the butter burn in his hand, tore off a piece, and sent it to his mouth: "Let's eat together." I insisted.

"I really ate it, don't you believe it..." Corey scratched his messy blond hair awkwardly. It hadn't been washed for a long time. I suspected that fleas had made a nest there.He glanced at the piece of golden butterscotch delivered to his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back the temptation, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Seeing him eating, I also tore off a small piece and ate it, and then gave him another piece.Cory is my better friend and I don't want my friends to go hungry because of me.

When we shared a whole piece of creme fraiche, the sun had already set, the moon climbed up, and the streets of Paris were all dark.

Corey licked his lips with unfinished thought, and remembered the question just now: "Adele, who did you say you were waiting for?"

I hesitated: "Grenouille."

"Grenouille? Who's that? The waif who's new to our area?" Corey lay down comfortably with his arms on his pillow. He likes to lie down like this after eating food, but this time he was hit by something. To his head, he picked it up with some resentment and looked at it.He couldn't understand any of the gilded French letters, so he asked me, "What is this?"

"This is the Bible," I patiently explained to him, "a priest gave it to me once I was at the door of the church."

"He's so kind, he'd rather give us some cookies than this," Corey pouted, and put it back uninterestedly, "Who was the Grenouille you mentioned just now? I forgot again."

"It's an apprentice who lives on the Exchange Bridge. He can make great perfumes." Thinking of the magical process I saw him make, I couldn't help but feel a little elated. "He's very powerful, a genius, really!"

"Perfume? That kind of aristocratic thing that smokes people to death?" Corey curled his lips again to express his disdain, but probably because he was very excited to see me, he asked patiently: "Which perfume shop is he an apprentice? Tell me, maybe I know."

"As you must know, he belongs to the Baldini family, the perfumer Baldini, who has only recently become famous in Paris."

Corey suddenly sat up from the cotton wool: "His family? His apprentice fell ill, it seems to be just today. Maybe it's the Grenouille you mentioned?"

【Jean Grenouille】

My body felt hot and dry, and sometimes it was very itchy, and sometimes it hurt like a thousand needles were being pricked.

This was worse than the last anthrax in the tannery.

It was dark all around, and I couldn't open my eyes, and I felt that someone was walking up and down beside me, talking in a low voice.But the illness doesn't affect my sense of smell, I can still smell Baldini, who seems to be going crazy in a hurry.

I can smell every unsealed fragrance in the perfume shop, lemon, styrax, rose, jasmine... the more I smell it, the more depressed and hopeless I feel, I want to save the cool smell of glass, rusty iron The chain is cold and smells of blood, and the smell of a dead cat...

But I was hit by the little girl at the bridgehead. Not only did I fail, I even blew up the distillation container.

No, there is no way to preserve the smell I want, not pressing, not distilling.

That girl was right, I won't make it.

——This thought makes me despair, as if the tide of extinction is pouring towards me, and it will swallow me at this moment or the next moment.

"I'm sorry, Monsieur Grenouille."

A soft sigh sounded in my ear.I was sick and groggy, and my consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy. I didn't know how long I had been lying in bed. I had just had a nightmare when this voice sounded, so I couldn't tell whether the voice came from reality or dream.

"I really didn't expect you to be so ill, I feel like you're going to die in a second, but I haven't asked you for my request yet."

The smell of fresh reed stalks and musty citrus was in my nostrils, and before I knew what was happening, the juice of the penicillin-infested citrus was forced down my esophagus with the reed stalks.

The cold juice made my stomach twitch.

"Although it is moldy, moldy is a good thing. Chew the skin hard and swallow it, and you will be fine. Please believe me."

This time I'm sure it's the little green-eyed girl by the bridge that is ringing in my ears.

Is she here to appreciate my failure?

No matter what she said, I refused to cooperate.

"Hey, Adele, don't touch him, he's full of abscesses, which will infect you too!" A boy's voice suddenly sounded out of breath, chirp, it was another child with no smell.

"But he refuses to eat the skin, so the disease will not be cured."

"Come on, Adele, do you really believe that the last time you had a fever it was because of a moldy orange? I think I'm crazy to accompany you to Mr. Baldini's house. If he finds out, I'm sure we will all Sent to prison!"

"Cory, but, but I..."

At this time, I was suddenly choked, and the girl actually tried to forcefully stuff the orange peel into my stomach, almost blocking the trachea.

"Oops, he's coughing, he'll wake Baldini up, let's run!" the boy cursed angrily.

"Wait a minute, let me say one more thing," I felt my mouth was being stuffed with moldy orange peel again, the girl hurriedly said in my ear, "Grenouille, there are other ways to extract smell in the world , a better and more perfect method! If you don’t believe me, ask Baldini, if you die, you won’t learn anything!”

There was a slight rustling sound, and I felt a gust of cold wind pouring in from the window, which was quickly closed again.At this time, there was the sound of creaking wooden boards being pressed from upstairs, and Baldini's smell was getting closer.A handkerchief covered my forehead, Baldini's voice was hoarse and tired: "There is nothing, I was too surprised, damn it, it's another nightmare. Alas...God bless him to get well , as long as...no matter what I will..."

He was muttering something, the voice was getting smaller and smaller, I couldn't hear it clearly, but I was not interested, I tried to chew and swallow the orange peel that the girl stuffed into my mouth, once, once, again.

She stuffed so much in one breath that I almost choked to death, and although I don't care about the taste of the food, I have to say that the orange peel is really not good, not to mention it is still moldy.

"Oh, God! His mouth is moving, dear Jean, my darling, are you awake?"

I opened my eyes, and in front of my eyes was Baldini with tears in his eyes. I found myself moved to the utility room in the most remote corner of the store. It was damp and narrow, probably because I was afraid of being infected by me.

The damn moldy orange peel was finally completely swallowed by me, and I was finally able to speak.

"Please tell me, is there any other way to obtain the fragrance of an object besides pressing and distilling?"

"Yes, of course there is a way," Baldini was very excited, muttering to himself, "I'm really not dreaming..."

"Which way?" I raised my voice, I didn't want to listen to his soliloquy, I needed an answer right away, I hoped that girl didn't lie to me.

"There are three methods: hot extraction, cold extraction, oil extraction..."

He also said a lot later, but I didn't hear clearly, knowing these is enough

"where is it?"

"In the south, it's mainly the city of Grasse."

"Okay." I closed my eyes with satisfaction.

She didn't lie to me.

I thought, when I could get up, I should go see her under the pier she mentioned.