[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

I was sprawled over a desk in the opera house's most spacious office, studying the curious map drawn from its hexagonal box, when Mrs. Gilly knocked.Sunshine came in through the window of the office and shone on Eric's black windbreaker. He leaned on the sofa chair, propped his head on his hands, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't know if he was asleep.

"Miss Adele, do you know Corey?" Mrs. Gilly is still very charming in her middle age. She walked in with a smile, and slightly bowed to Eric with her eyes closed, as a greeting.

She seems to be in a good mood.

Eric officially took over the theater. The two newly appointed managers are probably the most panicked, and Mrs. Gilly must be the happiest.This lady, who has long served as the usher in box five, is the only woman who knows and sympathizes with Eric's past.

She knew that Eric was once wandering around in a sack and was used as an exhibit by gypsies, and she also knew how Eric hanged the cruel guy with his own hands, and she escaped with him and helped him in the underground of the opera house. settle down.

She understood the peerless genius of this man, and also understood Eric's sincere heart for Christine.

"Cory?" I almost forgot, he's been helping in this opera house all this time: "Let him in."

Cory is dressed very vigorously today. Although the coarse shirt and trousers are cheap, they are clean and tidy.As soon as he came in, he greeted the legendary theater ghost first: "Mr. Eric, hello."

He doesn't seem to be afraid of Eric at all, but that's normal, Cory slept in the Cemetery of the Holy Child when he was a child.

Eric looked up at him, snorted softly, ignored him, and Corey was still not afraid, he turned his head to look at me with a big smile on his face: "Adele, I didn't expect you to participate in today's event. Handover, I couldn't believe it when I saw you in the conference hall!"

"Well... I just went with Eric, I'm his friend..." I was a little embarrassed, Corey invited me to the theater to watch the opera several times, but I refused because I didn't have time, and finally I suddenly participated in the opera Corey doesn't think I've lied to him about high-level matters, does he?

But Corey didn't seem to mind at all. He smiled and asked me: "So are you busy now?"

"No, I'm not busy... But... I'm looking at a map..." The more I felt guilty, the more I hesitated.

"Map?" Corey leaned over curiously, his eyes widened: "What kind of text is this? It looks weird!"

"It was written in ancient Egypt 5000 years ago. I couldn't understand a single word, so I had to use the map to guess where it was."

"Guess it?"

"No." I shook my head.

Corey smiled. "You should go to the National Library and look it up."

"Yeah!" Why didn't I think of it.

"It just so happens that the master gave me a vacation today, so I'll go with you," Corey said in a brisk voice, "But I can't read much, so I can only help you, don't be disgusted."

Before I could answer, Corey made a face like he was going to cry or not: "You won't reject me again, will you?"

What can I say?It happened that I didn't want to go back early today, so I stayed here and buried myself in the study of this strange map. Corey kindly invited me, so I nodded: "Okay, let's go together."

"Adele, aren't you afraid that kid will be angry?" Eric's voice sounded slowly, maybe because he had never heard a theater ghost speak, or maybe because Eric's silky and delicate deep voice was too sexy/sexy, Ke Li's expression froze for a moment.

"I heard...you are in a cold war? Is that why you would rather stay outside than go back?" Eric looked at me, looked up and down, and finally waved lazily: "Go, I look forward to seeing a Good show."

"There won't be any good shows for you!" I stuck out my tongue at him, Eric became less and less cute, it must be because he was too deeply influenced by Lester some time ago, fortunately, that guy has already left!

"The weather is fine, would you like to walk there? Or do you prefer to ride a horse?" Corey asked me as we emerged from the opera house.

"all good."

Corey smiled: "You are actually friends with the legendary theater ghost. I was really surprised. Is he too fierce to get close to?"

"Eric is a nice guy, do you think he is fierce? But you didn't act like you were afraid of him today."

Corey blinked and smiled slyly: "Of course I have to be brave in front of the future big boss, hoping to make a good impression on him."

Remembering that Corey is still an apprentice, I think I can help: "What are you good at, I think I can mention it to Eric. There have been accidents in the theater recently, so there has been a shortage of people to work, right?"

Corey shrugged: "Oh, no, I don't want people to say that I got promoted based on my friendship."

I smiled and didn't cancel my plan.It is a fact that the opera house lacks people. If Corey is really capable, it would be good to be Eric's assistant. After all, he is not afraid of Eric, and he has a flexible mind, a wide network of contacts, and a articulate tongue, which can prevent Eric's bad temper from offending even more people. many people.

Of course, I'm just suggesting that everything depends on Eric, who is the owner of the opera house.

In fact, I came here on purpose today, one is to watch Raul sign the agreement, and the other is to worry that Eric will act aggressively.

Fortunately, Raul is not stupid, so he didn't bring Christine here today.

Otherwise, I'm really worried that after a group of people enter the meeting room, they will come in vertically and go out horizontally.

Now, although Eric looks a little listless, since he still said that he is looking forward to watching the show, he shouldn't commit suicide casually, right?

I was worried, and secretly told Mrs. Gilly to keep an eye on him these few days and report to me whenever there was a situation.

Why do you feel that you have become a carefree old mother?

"Adele, Adele," Cory said, waving a finger in front of me, "what were you thinking, so lost in thought?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally lost my mind, and when I realized it, I couldn't remember what I was thinking just now."

Corey laughed: "You used to be like this. You often didn't speak, and sat alone in a corner thinking quietly. At that time, I felt that you were different from other children. Now my hunch has been verified, right?" He Some said with nostalgia: "It's been a few years since I saw you, but I feel that it has been a long time, and we have changed a lot."

"Yeah," I nodded, and that's true, "we've all grown up."

"You're much more beautiful, Adele," Cory said, looking at me, smiling, "and now that you don't have to paint soot to hide your beauty, I often feel uneasy walking down the street with you."

"Uneasy?" I wondered, why is he so uneasy?

"I'm always afraid that you are too eye-catching and suddenly someone else snatches you away, Adele."

【Jean Grenouille】

"Mr. Grenouille, I'm leaving today." The young man who came to help from King Street bowed slightly and said goodbye to me.But he didn't go, turned back hesitantly, and then took out an empty glass bottle from his pocket.

"First, sir...can you sign your name on this bottle?" He looked nervous, and the smell of sweat on his body became heavier: "I have no other intentions, I just want to collect the perfume bottle with your name on it, Carve your handwriting down one by one, even if it is empty... Don't worry, I won't put perfume in it to pretend to be your work!"

Oh, it turned out that it was for this purpose that he had carefully kept the empty bottle in his pocket all day.

I have no reason not to be satisfied with him. I have practiced the cursive signature of "Jean Grenouille" very well, and I can write it with my eyes closed.

"Mr. Grenouille, thank you very much! I will definitely use this bottle as an incentive, work hard, and strive to become a perfume master like you!" After getting the autograph, he blushed with excitement, and when he was leaving, he bumped into There was a big bag on his forehead on the door frame.

I thought I should feel happy, but that's not the case. I walked to the balcony. The biggest balcony was in Leicester's former room. The air on the balcony circulated faster and the smell was fresher.I smell something that belongs to Adele a few blocks away, and with her there is another smell that I hate, Cory.

They had been in that block for a long time, and the two scents were so close together that I could tell that Adele smelled pleasant, and she didn't seem to want to come back at all.

She doesn't belong to you, Grenouille.

Not only is it not yours, but she will go away and belong to other men forever and never come back—like this Cory, or other men, but not you.

Grenouille, think, then you will lose her scent forever.

if she leaves...

For me, that feeling must be worse than death.

I used to think that Adele was the only thing I possessed in my short half life.

In the past, I never experienced possession, so I don't even know what loss is.I thought that bottle of Grasse would give me possession, but it turned out to be a huge loss, a disappointment.

And now, I finally experience the taste of loss after possession.

Having it and then losing it is more painful than never having it.

You are so stupid, Grenouille, why did you think she must belong to you?Is it just because she has been by your side and never left?

She has never acknowledged that she belongs to you, and she has even explicitly vetoed your fantasies.

She doesn't belong to you, and she has to stay away from you.

Grenouille, if you can't possess her, at least possess her smell.Otherwise, when she really leaves you, how can you imagine and remember her?

From beginning to end, Grenouille, you have nothing but a sad, ephemeral, fleeting smell.

However, I can lose any smell, but I can't imagine losing her smell, what a gloomy and dead world it would be.

Hopefully I haven't forgotten how to properly grease linen.

Quickly recall, the degree of smell emitted by different parts of her body, you are most familiar with her body, so you can't make a mistake, remember that different parts need to be coated with different thicknesses of oil, this is a delicate job, I hope your skills No rustiness, and still distills a perfect bottle of aromatic oil.

But I don't want to kill her because of this, I promised her...

The author has something to say: Thank you Whale for your long comment, I like it very much!very happy!

Thank you Qingbenjiaren for the landmines!I am used to thank you first when I have something to say in this chapter, and then balabala talk nonsense~

The National Library was confiscated in 1789. Before that, it was privately owned by the king. The opening time is not much different from this article, so ignore it