[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Jean Grenouille】

"Oh, I understand, if it's a masquerade party, Mr. Ghost of the Woods will definitely come, but it's a pity that it's not here." Miss Jane Austen asked Eric, we haven't answered yet, she has given the corresponding answer herself.

Sounds familiar, like Lester said that to Eric when he received the prom invitation?

Coincidence?

"Adele, are you going to dance? New music will start playing again soon." She warmly invited Adele.

"I really want to, but neither I nor Jean are good at this kind of dance." Adele took my hand and smiled at me. "What if something happens?"

She smiled at me like that, and I felt infinitely guilty. I really don't have any talent in dancing.Although Leicester had taught me two dances before I came here, it wasn't either of them that everyone danced at the ball.

I really don't understand why everyone has to get together and do these pointless body movements to the music.

"This is a country dance, a vocabulary borrowed from French. I think you are familiar with it. Do you want to learn it? It's easy."

"I think I'm going to mess around," I whispered to Adele, reminding her of my clumsiness in this area.Although she has not yet nodded, this Miss Austen is very kind, I am sure Adele will agree, she seems to have an inexplicable interest in this lady, I can feel it.

"Please allow me to demonstrate with you, Jane," Lester smiled at her jaw and extended his hand to invite, "Miss Austin, may I call you that?"

"I think it would be better for Jane and I to demonstrate together, after all, we just skipped." Just now the person who called himself Tom Lefroy said this. I don't like him very much, not only because of his heavy weight The smell of woman's perfume, but also because of his vague hostility--almost hostility towards everyone.But now...was he competing with Lester for Miss Austin?

【Adele】

Poor Mr. Lefroy was rejected by Miss Austen.

And I, I don't know how many feet I stepped on Grenouille.

Anyway, every time I stepped on him, he would always step on three or four times and come back—of course he didn't mean it, but this only proved his clumsiness from the side.

As for me, I just learned to dance slowly, yes, that's it.

Lester was laughing happily, saying a few words to his dance partner Miss Austin from time to time, and then they laughed together. I knew they must be laughing at Grenouille, definitely not me.

That's right, that's it.

"It's not very easy to learn, isn't it, Miss Adele," Mr. Wesley, the nephew of Mrs. Gresham, the host of tonight's dance, handed me a glass of fruit wine while I was taking a breather, and smiled kindly, " I also tried to learn for a long time, but I always got nowhere and ended up making a mess."

Oh, poor clumsy gentleman, I don't want to feel sorry for you, I'm sure I can dance this!

"Let," I called to my dear male companion who was dancing like me, "the music is playing, let's continue!"

He was frowning, sweating profusely, sitting in a corner panting, and when he heard my call, he looked back at me almost helplessly: "Adele, no..."

Well, I like the look on his face right now, it looks so funny.

"Miss Adele, if you don't mind, I can teach you. A skilled dance partner will make your studies more effective." A blond man in a red dress stood behind me at some point, and I turned my head , I saw him stretch out his hand towards me, and at the same time release a charming smile.

"She doesn't need it."

Mr. Grenouille, who was still out of breath just now, suddenly took my hand and walked away as if he was resurrected with full blood.He pursed his lips tightly, stared straight ahead without blinking, and rushed to the center of the dance floor, as if he was going to an altar to offer sacrifices.

Kind of cute isn't it?

This little episode made me reaffirm that I was only interested in Jean.The two men I just struck up a conversation with are very good, but I still only focus on Rang.

I do like him, maybe I have liked him a long time ago-so it has always been me who cannot do without him.

And he... just can't live without my smell.

To this day I'm not sure if he really likes me for who I am, not for my smell.

If one day, I suddenly lose my current smell...

I can't imagine the consequences.

Just hope that day never comes.

【Jean Grenouille】

"Hello, good morning, uh, is Adele there? This is Jane, and I think Adele's cape was left with me yesterday."

In the morning, I heard someone knocking on the door. The reason why I "heard" first instead of "smelling" was because I was lying in bed, and I was awakened by the knock on the door when I was in a good dream.

The sun was already shining on the floor through the curtains, no one was up today, everyone in attendance was exhausted from yesterday's dance - probably not including Lester, because he still seemed to have excess energy, but it was he who slept during the day good time.

"The door is unlocked." Eric's voice sounded deep, he was probably the only one among us who got up early, but his voice didn't sound very happy?

"Mr. Ghost of the Woods? Uh, sorry to bother you, I'm coming in then...everyone's still up, aren't you, I think I put the cape on...Ah! What the hell, what's going on!!"

The normal volume suddenly turned into an octave-high scream. In a small building where the sound insulation panels have not yet been completed, her volume is enough to wake everyone up.

Oh... it was worth screaming, though I was laying in the bedroom on the second floor, but it was easy for me to know that Miss Austen accidentally stepped on the ground and fell into the storage room on the first floor.

"Ah!!!" The volume was raised by another octave.

She must have seen Lester's dark coffin.

Then... Her voice woke up Lester, so the guy pushed the coffin lid and sat up, probably wanting to see what was going on outside.

"what!!!!"

Miss Austen's throat might burst.

When I opened the door and went out, Adele and Professor Van Helsing had already rushed to the entrance of the basement. Everyone was wearing nightgowns, looking sleepily at Miss Austen, who was scared out of her wits by Lester in the coffin, and...uh... ...Eric seems to be in a bad mood.

"I think... if you've had enough hugs, can you let me go, Miss Austin?" Eric's voice sounded sinister.

And all the rest of us gathered there—looking at the basement entrance, Eric, who was the first to arrive on the scene, was hugged by Miss Austen—she buried her head in his chest, as if she didn't want to let go. open.

Hmm...if only Adele held me like this the whole time.

【Adele】

Well, this scene is really... a surprise.

Although Eric is wearing a mask, I can fully imagine his current expression, it must be constipated as if he was raped.

——You know, apart from Christine, Eric has never had any intimate contact with anyone else.

He should still be a boy so far, and his age is much older than Grenouille.

Oh well, Jean is also chu, but he probably doesn't mind it, he doesn't care about this kind of thing at all.

I can fully understand Jane's feeling of being frightened and eager to hug something for comfort. Eric's appearance is like her last straw.

Put yourself in my shoes. After a happy dance, I came to the house of a new friend I met at the dance this morning, and found that the room was empty. The phrase "the door is not locked" was like a ghost voice that came out of nowhere. Shen fell into the dark and deserted basement, and was horrified to find a coffin parked in the basement.Just when he didn't know what to do, the lid of the coffin slowly slid open automatically, and in the dim light, a person slowly sat up from inside, his eyes were so blue that they glowed green.

——And this person happened to be the dance partner with whom I had a good conversation and danced tacitly at the ball last night.

The strong visual sense of horror movies.

"What's going on? Lester?! Why did you sleep, sleep here?" Jane's voice trembled a little. It seemed that she wasn't scared by Eric's mask last time, but it didn't mean she was brave Enough to bear such a fright.

Lester, still in his pajamas, yawned at Jane's question, rubbed his eyes, and looked at us blankly and innocently.

Apparently he intends to leave the "right" to lie to us.

"This is his quirk," Eric said in a deep voice, "because he was an abandoned baby who grew up in the grave of the dead."

I was a little surprised. I didn't expect Eric to be the first to "explain" Lester. Didn't they always dislike each other?

Jane was dubious: "Is that so..."

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Eric said lightly: "Everything in our life is doomed, we must learn to adapt, and death is the same. Sleeping in a coffin is just a kind of adaptation in advance, isn't it? "

Jane was obviously stunned for a moment, then lost in thought, muttering to herself: "The way to adapt to death, oh...this is really a very novel point of view..."

Eric really surprised me today, it turns out that he is also a big fool.Well, it's understandable, after all, he used to love to sleep in coffins, so there will be a lot of...theories about "the benefits of sleeping in coffins", right?

"It's not a big deal at all," Eric sneered, "So can you let me go, Miss Austin, who was surprised?"

"Uh... ah... I'm sorry, Mr. Forest Ghost... Oh no, I mean Mr. Eric, I apologize for my gaffe just now." Jane, who was always eloquent, suddenly became embarrassed and stuttered, and hurriedly let go Driving Eric, I took two steps back, but unfortunately the light was very dark, otherwise I could see whether she was blushing or not.

Eric didn't respond to her apology, and his voice became even colder: "Miss Austin, give the cloak to Adele, and then you can go back, and my friends-this group of night dancers It's time for /sex revelers to go to bed and go to sleep."

Listen to that tone, isn't Eric indirectly expressing his displeasure at our injustice for leaving him to the prom last night?

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone." Jane returned to the calm, elegant and well-bred good girl. She came out of the basement and returned the cloak I dropped yesterday.

"Thank you, Jane," I hugged her, "I scared you today, please say hello next time, we will treat you well."

Mr. Lester, our culprit who caused the shock this morning, rolled his eyelids lazily, and yawned calmly: "If it's okay, I'll go to sleep, I'm really sleepy."

"Please wait a moment, Lester." Jane suddenly said softly, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine, and my whole body was hairy.

"I have a little question," Jane asked slowly, looking down at the morning sun shining into the basement, "Why does the light move an inch into the basement, and you have to move an inch in?"

The scene was so quiet that one could even hear a needle drop.

Lester laughed suddenly, and even when he spoke, he could hear a smile full of interest: "Why do you think it is, Jane?"

Miss Austin's lips were tightly pressed together, and she suddenly remained silent, accepting the silent gaze of all of us.I noticed that her knuckles were whitening as she squeezed her clasped hands.

She must have guessed something, this clever girl with keen observation and delicate sensitivity.

"The cloak has been delivered, I think I should go, my family is still waiting for me." In the dead silence, Jane suddenly smiled and spoke with ease, as if nothing happened just now.

"Go? I'm afraid it's not that easy, Miss Austin." Lester pursed his lips, and slowly walked out of the dark basement. Following his steps, the door of the hut closed, and the curtains that were enough to block all the light suddenly fell. Pull it all up, and the room suddenly becomes almost as dark as a basement.

"Miss Austin, have you ever heard of a saying called 'curiosity, kill, die, cat'." Lester brushed up his messy blond hair, raised an elegant smile, and said air-conditioning with an aristocratic aria if.

Oh, Lester, can we stop being so scary?

The author has something to say: Thank you Qingbenjiaren for a daily landmine, huh!

I thought about it carefully. Although I love Captain Jack very much, I am really afraid of writing him down.I think the captain is a character whose psychology and character are difficult to grasp, and I feel so erratic~ Pirates of the Caribbean is the one I have the most uncertainty about in all the movies I want to write

So based on everyone’s opinions, it’s better not to write this one~(≧▽≦)/~啦啦啦

Or you can also understand that I want to take the opportunity to be lazy→→