[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

When I heard from Cory that Grenouille was ill, my heart skipped a beat.

For people like us who are so poor and have nothing, if we gritted our teeth and resisted minor illnesses, and really reached the point where we couldn't get out of bed, it must be a very serious illness.

Grenouille is still of great value to Baldini. Baldini will hire a doctor for him. I am not worried about that, but most doctors in Paris can only do bloodletting and praying, whether they can save lives or not. All by God.

So, when I had to go out and find food, I asked Corey to keep an eye on the perfume shop for me.Cory is the king of children in the Holy Child Cemetery. Many street children listen to him. Even if he is not around, other children will pay attention to him.So as long as he agrees, I am very relieved.

The bad thing is that the situation is not as smooth as I expected. Instead of getting better, Grenouille's illness is getting worse. You don't need to look at anything else, just look at Baldini's frown every day to know the situation It's getting worse.

will he die

I want to help him, I don't want Grenouille to die like that.It wasn't just for my little unspoken wish, it was because I felt guilty.

I think his serious illness may have been hit by what I said to him on the bridge.

The mind of a genius is unpredictable, maybe he is just... fragile?

"Adele, a doctor just came out of Master Baldini's house, I found out, Grenouille, Grenouille..." Corey supported his knees with his hands, panting: "Suffering from ten thousand kinds of syphilitic sores Sore variant syndrome, complicated by advanced suppurative measles, in a word - wait for God to call!"

Fortunately, Corey can memorize those jerky medical terms. I guess he ran so fast because he was afraid that he would forget it after a while.

"Cory, do you remember the citrus you fed me last time when I had a high fever?" I thought for a while, raised my head and gestured to him: "It's the kind with half the skin moldy. Where did you find it, is there still there now, I want the exact same one, the moldy one.”

Corey scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Adele, are you making fun of me? I heard people say that eating some fruit for a high fever can replenish energy, but at that time I couldn't find fresh ones, so I had to give you some Come moldy citrus."

"No, no, you misunderstood." I waved my hands again and again, "I just want that moldy one. It is very useful and can cure diseases."

Corey's eyes widened, and his thin face made his eyes frighteningly large: "Are you kidding me, Adele?"

Even though he said that, he knew I wasn't a joker, and he was always sure I knew a lot—like being able to read the Bible and tell fairy tales, which at least he thought was great.So, half-believed, he found that citrus for me.

"After searching for a long time, there are only these two left in the corner," Corey thought for a while, and added, "The others were all separated and eaten. There is a big box of rotten fruit."

"Okay, thank you." I let out a long sigh of relief, took the two moldy tangerines, and smiled at Corey as if holding a baby.

That night we sneaked into Master Baldir's house at night. Corey knew that the ventilation window in his basement had loose screws, so he volunteered to take me in.

I guess he wanted to see what this guy I called "The Genius" looked like.Seeing the emaciated Grenouille lying on the plank bed, Corey let out a sigh of disappointment, and muttered, "That's how it is...so ugly..."

I don't think Grenouille is ugly, but he is not tall and thin, and he is often habitually arched, giving people a timid feeling.Moreover, the sequelae of cutaneous anthrax caused him to have black scars on the back of his neck, and he was dressed in gray and white clothes for many years. At first glance, he looked like a poor poor apprentice.

I am not very impressed with his appearance, but I remember his eyes, deep and clear, innocent like a child, with a kind of stubborn persistence.

In Paris, I almost never saw such a special pair of eyes.

* But now, under a lonely oil lamp, with those special eyes tightly closed, from the face to the exposed parts of the body, there are pus everywhere, as if the pores on the skin are not enough. Filled with these little red water sores, many of which burst and ooze watery pus, then swell again, and others develop into boils, swollen huge, red, cracking open like a crater, squirting Viscous pus and blood with yellow mucus come.

It looked like a martyr stoned from the inside, with pus oozing from a hundred wounds.

This is not only unsightly, it can indeed be called ugly.

Hold on, Adele, and don't throw up.

I took a deep breath, worked up the courage to go over, tried to squeeze the citrus, and poured the juice from the reed for him to drink.But then I thought, the main antibacterial substance is on the mold, maybe it should be called... some kind of mycin, I can't remember clearly.But I think Cory did stumble upon a citrus with this particular fungus, or my high fever wouldn't have gone away so quickly.

So I started stuffing moldy orange peels into his mouth again.This process is really disgusting and painful.

It's ridiculous to say that I am clearly a poor waif who can only shrink under the piers, but I try to do things that no doctor in Paris can do.

But if you don't try everything, how will you know?

I held tightly the golden pendant left by my mother on my chest, which was the only relic she left me, and I held it and prayed, hoping that Grenouille would get well soon.

【Jean Grenouille】

"Hello."

I stood there thinking for a long time, thinking about how to speak better.I don't often have the experience of reaching out to people - except when I used to give leather to people at the tannery.

But the current situation is different from sending leather.

In the end I still think "hello" is more convenient.

"Mr. Grenoye, hello!" She probably startled me behind me, jumped up suddenly, then turned around excitedly, stretched out her arms, and almost hugged me.

But I took a step back, avoiding her.

"I'm glad to see you recover." She held up her dark skirt and made a little lady's salute, smiling happily, "I knew my medicine was useful!"

medicine?She means those two moldy oranges?

I didn't know how to respond, so I nodded at her and turned to leave.

"Hey, you, why did you leave? Wait a minute, I, I still have something to say!"

Ok.

I stopped and looked back at her.

She stared at me with those big dark blue eyes: "I haven't finished my sentence yet, it's too rude for you to leave like this, at least I just saved you a few days ago!"

impolite?I was puzzled for a while, no one taught me what is polite, or told me when I was learning to read, but I didn't listen.useless.

"You said you wanted me to come see you," I said.

"Yes, but..." She stared at me for a long time and sighed, "You don't think I just want to see you, of course I have something to say!"

"I...my sense of smell is not very sensitive...it's not born. Because of the high fever, although I survived, I can't smell many smells that I used to smell. This is actually not a bad thing, because Paris Many smells are very bad, and it’s just right if you don’t smell them. Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not saying that your good nose is a bad thing, it’s just..." She bit her lip, lowered her head and grabbed her skirt, and scratched herself with one foot and the other Feet, suddenly stopped talking.

I think she is really weird.

Everyone who passes through my nose, I can know what kind of person they are and what they want.Just like the boss of the tannery I used to know, when I smelled him, I knew that he must not be disobedient, otherwise I would be killed by him.

But I don't know what this little girl is up to, it's so strange.

But she said that she has a bad sense of smell, but she can't smell the smell that normal people can smell.

"I sneaked into Baldini's store the other day, just out of curiosity, and took a look. I saw you making perfume. The process is amazing, so beautiful..." She imitated my way of pouring glass bottles, her eyes sparkling "I also want to have a bottle of perfume, which I can also smell. The smell should make people feel comfortable and happy. Can you make a bottle for me?"

"But I don't have money." Her eyes suddenly dimmed: "Sorry, I can't buy your perfume with money."

She wants perfume?

I did not reply to her immediately.

I took out a small bottle of light yellow liquid and a handkerchief from my pocket. Baldini taught me to sprinkle the perfume on the handkerchief, and then quickly passed the handkerchief over my nose. This is said to be the most professional way to sniff.

In fact, I thought it was a bit ridiculous, but in order not to make him think I was an outlier, I did it anyway.

I put the perfumed veil under her nose and passed it quickly, leaving behind a faint fragrance. This is the "Mist Forest" I just made this morning.

The smell was peaceful and intoxicating to me, and I asked her, "Do you smell it?"

Her brows were slightly frowned: "It seems a little bit, but the veil passed by so quickly, I even forgot what it smelled like. Give me the perfume bottle, and I will smell it against the mouth of the bottle. Strong, I can definitely smell it."

She looked at me sternly.

I was speechless.

Because of the difference in volatilization time, the smell of the perfume is layered, with front, middle and back. If she smells it at the mouth of the bottle, I can't imagine what she smells, but it must not be the smell I want to present.

Although she said that she still has some ability to "smell", to me, she is no different from someone without a nose.

I think it's better for me to leave.

"Isn't it possible...a fragrance that belongs to me..."

She quietly watched me put away the bottle and handkerchief, and looked at me with those green eyes in disappointment: "But you are a genius..."

"Genius?" No one has ever said that to me, even if I am so sure that I am different, her words made me stop involuntarily, and looked at her patiently before leaving: "Why? "

"You ask me why?" She turned to look at me strangely: "Why is there no reason? A genius is a genius, your sense of smell is a blessing from God, an innate talent, this is a gift from God !"

She said it so naturally, as if I was born to be God's favorite.

In fact, I am not at all. I was abandoned by my mother when I was born.

Hey, Grenouille, I said to myself - I'm done asking, let's go, don't see this weird little girl again, how about it?Hey, Grenouille, what are you doing standing there, why are you not leaving?

"That... I have to try, I'll know if I try." For some reason, I obviously wanted to leave, but my feet seemed to be rooted in place. I replied dryly, "It may not be possible."

But she immediately laughed happily: "I know you will succeed, not today, but tomorrow, anyway, you will always succeed. Because you are Grenouille!"

I don't know how she gave me confidence. I felt like ants were crawling all over my body, and I was very uncomfortable.I want to leave quickly, her burning eyes make me feel that every second is suffering.So I nodded indiscriminately, turned around with a bowed body and took a step.

She hurriedly stopped me from behind again: "Wait a minute, Mr. Grenoye, you don't know my name yet, my name is..."

"Adele," I said, "I know."

That night, I heard the boy call you that.