[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Jean Grenouille】

In the days following her return from the opera, Adele was in a bad mood.

"Cory, are you saying that Mrs. Carlotta Sally broke her leg when the curtain fell suddenly, so she can no longer play "Hannibal"? Tonight, Christine will sing the lead role instead of her?"

Every morning, Adele would give the perfume I made to a teenage child. It is said that we rented a small storefront on King Street that only accommodates one person. The child sells the perfume every day, and only sells one bottle per day.

Sometimes Cory would come over with the kid.

I don't like him, he always tries to find a topic to chat with Adele for a long time, but recently Adele is very interested in the opera house and is willing to chat with him.

"Yes, our theater has a new manager and a new sponsor. It's a young Viscount. Christine has always been a ballet dancer. She sang Hannibal in front of them today. It was very good. It’s like an angel’s voice, I’m fascinated by it!” Corey explained: “So tonight’s performance is performed by Christine as the female lead singer, and I bet she will become famous this time! Even people like me who don’t understand music Everyone knows that she sings better, and there is no female singer who can sing better than her in the opera house! Oh, by the way, do you want to come and watch with me today, I happen to have two tickets."

I bet that last sentence was his real purpose.

I was delighted by Adele's reply though, she declined: "I'm sorry Cory, I can't go tonight, I have to design a whole new shape for our perfume bottle, although I know there's no rush but half a month In the past, we only sold two bottles of the perfume."

"It's good enough to sell, Adele," said Cory, who gave me a look as if I was being ridiculous. "No one sells perfume like this in Paris. They don't have a reputation. Those upper class people I don't know how to watch it at all, and you sell it so expensive, and you only sell one bottle a day. To be honest, such a strange way, at first I thought I couldn't sell a bottle at all. Uh... sorry... I didn't mean to offend... I just want to say that if you change the way, maybe it will be better..."

"It's okay, thank you, Corey, I think I should stick to it, it will be fine." Adele smiled, she said goodbye to Corey with a smile, and took me to a cafe on King Street, Opposite is our shop, she sat in front of the glass window to observe our shop, and praised the young guy in that shop for being very clever and knowing what kind of customers to sell to.

Although five hours passed, the little guy failed to make a single sales pitch.

Adele was still smiling, but I knew she was in a low mood, and it was affecting her smell.

"I'm sorry." On the way back, she didn't say a word, especially silent, so I thought I should take the initiative to speak.

Then she looked up and looked at me with a strange expression: "Why are you sorry? Jean, did you do something bad again while I wasn't paying attention?"

"If, if I made a better perfume, then sure... sure..."

"No, it's not your problem, Jean," she hugged me, shook her head and said, "Of course the perfume you make is the best, the problem is me..." After she finished speaking, she sighed softly, and said spoke.

I feel a little stuffy in my chest.

Adele said that she wants my perfume to be a priceless treasure. Every bottle has a different fragrance and cannot be copied. With the Parisian novelty, my value will definitely increase.But now the situation is that almost no one notices that these perfumes are unique, never-before-seen novelty scents, and no one cares about their value.

She is worrying about it.

And I have nothing to do.

I don't know what to do to help her, there's nothing I can do except create a new fragrance every day.She is unhappy, but I can't help at all.

It made me feel bad, good-for-nothing bad.

So when I was making the perfume today, I accidentally lost my mind and made a mistake in the way of mixing and shaking, and all the essences I put in before were scrapped.

I stared at the alcohol bottle with a mixed and strange smell in a daze.

This is the first time.

I never made any mistakes in the process of making.

But today I got an error.

Am I unable to do something as simple as making a perfume?

"What's the matter with you, Grenouille?" Lester asked me, lying on the coffin lid.It was time for him to get up at dusk.Adele was tired today, went to bed early and didn't see my mistakes, which is the only thing I'm thankful for.

"Don't tell her." I said, I tried to concentrate, took another small bottle of alcohol and a series of small bottles of essential oils such as lemon scent, cat scent, jasmine, etc., and started today's preparation again.

"You made a mistake, this is the first time, it really ruins the beauty, I used to appreciate your spice blending process," Lester shrugged and yawned, "I don't know what happened while I was sleeping." Did you know something? Did you have a fight with Adele?" He was suddenly inexplicably excited: "Is it because of that kid named Corey? Oh, I knew it, it must be Adele and him..."

"Of course not," I often couldn't understand what was going on in Lester's head. "The perfume didn't sell, and Adele was not happy."

"That's it?" Lester looked very disappointed, and he yawned again, as if he didn't have enough sleep: "Okay, then put down what you're doing first, and tell me why you didn't sell it. , I don't like you, but I have to admit that these are good things."

【Adele】

When I came back today, I felt heavy in my head and groggy. I was lying in bed thinking about what kind of bottle I should design. It is not expensive but has a unique shape and can attract attention.But I am indeed a little tired today. After all, I am still in the developmental period, and my physical strength is not so sufficient. I fell asleep after a while.

But I couldn’t fall asleep peacefully. I started dreaming. One movie after another flashed in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern. Along with them, there were scenes and moods when I watched them, sometimes in front of the TV. I watched the late-night file, sometimes in the cinema with my friends, and sometimes by myself in front of the computer holding potato chips, watching while eating, and even crying and laughing...

I slept very tiredly, and I didn't know when I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I found that the whole room was dark, only the light came through the crack of the door.

I think these are the memories of the previous life, but I was reincarnated into the world related to movies hundreds of years ago, it was like time-traveling.

I remembered that when I first met Grenouille, he inspired some past life memories in me, and whether it was Lester or Phantom Eric, their appearance seemed to lead me to recall the past.I do remember more memories of the past now than I did before, and I thought it was because of getting older, but maybe it's actually because of encounters with these people.

I don't know why I'm here, why I intersect with the characters in these movies, but I don't doubt that I exist, and I never think I'm going back.

I would like to stay here, by Jean's side.

Just... unsold perfume...my head hurts again.

"Dong dong."

Someone knocked on my door.

"Adele, are you awake?" It was Lester's voice.

"What can I do for you, Lester?"

"Of course," Lester said.

I opened the door, the light outside was so blinding that I couldn't open my eyes, and then I found that not only Lester was outside, but Grenouille was also outside, two people wearing white shirts, velvet vests, crisp suits and windshield The cloak was so shiny it looked like it was going to a ball.

"It could have been faster, but it took a while to clean Grenouille because it was so difficult," Lester folded his arms and smiled at me, "Let's go."

"where to?"

"Dances, dinners, everything is good, if you want to make the upper class in Paris fall in love with our perfume, you must start with these places," Lester held out his white-gloved hand to me, smiling calmly and confidently, "And I'm good at it."

"That's it..." I glanced at Grenouille who was standing behind him, "Jean, you told him that the perfume was not selling well, right?"

He nodded and remained silent without opening his mouth, but I felt that he was in a bad mood, and his back began to bend again.

"Then please, dear Leicester," I gave him a big smile and stretched out three fingers, "I'll give you three days to let all the high-ranking people in Paris know about our perfume How unique it is, the important thing is to let them recognize this unique master signature." I pointed to the number and the engraved signature on the bottom of the perfume bottle, each bottle of perfume has a number number, from the label of the glass bottle " 0", each number is unique.

"Three days? Oh, no need, just one night today, I can make them flock to this special brand, Parisians like things that have a price but no market. You can package Grenouille as a mysterious genius Master, didn't you find waifs to sing nursery rhymes, make the stories in nursery rhymes as legendary as possible, Parisians eat this kind of thing-wait a minute-what do you mean by please me? You don't plan to go? "After talking on and on for a long time, Lester discovered another meaning of mine.

"Of course, what am I going to do with you, disturbing your conversation with those ladies and ladies? As for Jean, he is a master of mystery, and there is no need to attend such an occasion."

Lester's face was stiff: "You actually want to leave all this matter to me?"

"Whatever can do will help, my dear Lester."

"Then what are you two doing tonight!"

"I'll go for a walk with Jean. I haven't visited Paris at night for a long time. Let's see if I can find one or two kind-hearted vampires like you." I took Grenoye's arm and smiled innocently at Lester .

Grenouille didn't like occasions like balls, the gorgeous decorations were so dazzling, and the crowd and the smell of incense made him uncomfortable. I saw it the last time I went to the Opera House.And today he is not in a good mood. Since Lester is willing to help, I don't have to worry about it. I believe in Lester's ability. I would rather spend more time with Grenouille.

Well, if I could teach him how to look good tonight, that would be an achievement too.Leicester has a good eye, so he is indeed very energetic when he is dressed like this.

"You little devil who only knows how to instigate others! If it wasn't because you almost spent all my money and didn't even get back half of the capital, I wouldn't be willing to help you!" Lester finally put on his top hat, He left alone indignantly, leaving behind a desolate figure.

"Don't drink human blood, you know you can smell it!" I didn't forget to ask at the end.

"Shut up! Oh! Damn it!" Lester swore and slammed the door shut.

"He's actually not bad, but his habits are different from ours, isn't he?" I looked sideways at Grenouille.

He nodded slightly.