[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

The "City of the Dead" Hamna Tower is the cemetery of pharaohs in the past dynasties. There are a lot of rare treasures left by pharaohs here. However, those who have evil intentions and want to hunt for treasures and disturb the pharaoh's sleep will be cursed by pharaoh. The body will remain in Hamna Tower forever, unable to survive.

There is also a legend that Hamna Tower seals a soul devoured by insects. As the most vicious curse in ancient Egypt, "Insect bite" was used on the heinous sinners, but it was never implemented-probably because the soul sealed in the coffin would have thousand years of mana and become a monster after being lifted.

Therefore, it is still a mystery whether Hamna Tower really sealed the person who devoured the dead.

There are a lot of notes, but there are very few records about Hamna Tower. I synthesized and deduced from countless records, and finally came up with this legend-like text.

It feels very familiar again, but I can't remember where I saw it for the time being.

At the same time I felt hungry, dropped the notes in my lap, looked up, only to find that the study was empty and I was alone.

"Let?" I yelled, and heard a slight stomach growl of "cuckoo", not from me, but from behind.

I turn around—

"what!"

Turning around, I suddenly saw a magnified face, which startled me: "Jean! What are you doing so close! It scares me!"

Dear Mr. Grenouille looked up at me, his short curly hair was slightly messy, his face was blank and innocent, his clear eyes were timid, and he looked harmless, pitiful and cute.

"I just want to hear more about you."

I felt my little heart tremble, and my chest was a little itchy and numb, but suddenly I felt that my smell was extremely annoying, as if it was competing with me.

It's so weird, I must be out of my mind and very hungry to see my own smell as a love rival.

"Let's go to the kitchen and see what's there to eat?" I stood up, and Jean immediately stood up, took my hand spontaneously, and stretched out the other hand to wrap around my waist, bowing his head from my waist. Sniff all the way down the top of the hair.

Oh, no, is this posture really easy to walk Grenouille!

I wanted to roll my eyes, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the wooden door of Eric's studio opposite, as if there was... a woman's skirt?

"Who's in there?" I asked quietly.

Jean's voice was erratic, and he was reluctantly pulled out of the intoxicated smell by me, answering my question: "Jane Austen."

omg, she?and Eric?So fast?I was surprised, and whispered softly to Jean: "Eric is inside too? When did she come? What are the two of you doing inside?"

"Well...in the morning, Eric is working, she..." Jean frowned and thought for a while: "There are a lot of papers in her hands, Eric's red ink smell, maybe Eric's script."

I have to say that there is a Grenouille by my side, which is sometimes much better than radar detectors and the like.

"Go and see." I am very interested in how the two of them sat together, knowing that Jane and Eric were arguing like enemies a few days ago, making me doubt that Jane will always be Lester's faithful Allied forces.

I came here in the morning, and it is already three o'clock in the afternoon. She has sat quietly in Eric's studio for so long. I am very curious about what happened during this time.

【Jean Grenouille】

"What are the two of them doing there for so long?" Adele dragged me over with great interest, I felt a little helpless, I had just told her: "Eric is working, and Miss Austin should be reading the script. "

"That's it? Nothing else? For example... um... things that a man and a woman would do together..."

What? "Like this?" I tentatively hugged her waist a little tighter, and I have to say it feels great, her body is always so warm and soft.

As a result, she stared at me in surprise: "Oh my god, Jean, you've actually got the hang of it?!"

"Adele, Grenouille, why did you two linger at my door for so long, but never opened the door to come in?"

Eric's voice sounded deep, I think he seems very unhappy, although he is basically not happy.

"Hey, good afternoon, Jane, Eric," Adele pushed my arm away from her, walked in first, and greeted with a smile on her face, "What are you doing? Jane, are you looking at Eric? K's sheet music?"

The sudden drifting smell and the lost softness made me feel a little lost, maybe because I have had too many opportunities to hold her recently, I have become more and more greedy, and I began to want her to stay in my arms all the time.

"What... is this? "Perfume"?" Adele's voice suddenly became strange.

perfume?

I am also curious.At this time, Eric, who was sitting behind the music stand, suddenly glanced at me: "That's right, the character prototype of my new opera is you."

"It turned out to be Grenouille?!" Miss Austin covered her mouth in surprise and her eyes widened.

Adele suddenly fell silent. She looked down at the score, and then raised her head and asked, "Jane, why did Eric show you this?"

"Because she was curious about our experience, I just needed to revise Lester's book, so I brought it here. The greedy Miss Austin was still not satisfied after reading it, and made up her mind about my desk work," Eric said. The tone is always so sarcastic, "She said that she has learned the piano and can organize my scattered new scripts for me. Adele, you have come at the right time, and you can finally get this lady out of my studio. took it out."

Miss Austin immediately retorted: "I didn't trouble you, but I did help you. Not everyone can understand those messy red symbols everywhere! Don't you even want to admit that, Ariel?" Mister K?"

"Hey, stop. Eric, I'm more curious about why I'm not in this story than this?" Adele raised the score in her hand and raised her eyebrows, which is a sign of her bad mood: "A Poor, unloved, lonely and silent olfactory genius, bloody journey from Paris to Grasse in search of fragrance, well, barely think you wrote Grenouille, but me? Write without our permission Take this story and delete me from it completely? Eric, are you still my good friend?"

"Cough," Eric coughed, "There's yours, you're behind."

"A beautiful noble and ignorant girl, by chance, she got to know Raoul - the prototype Grenouille. She admired his genius ability, but was afraid that he would take her life. Under the extreme emotions of fear and admiration , finally chose to denounce him, committed suicide in despair after Raoul was hanged on the gallows? In the end, Raoul was also swallowed by a group of people in loveless despair? Eric, are you sure that the prototype of this unlucky woman is me?"

"Adele, this is artistic processing. Eric thinks the plot designed this way is more tense. I like this story." Miss Austin stood up and said, "Copying the original story completely will also cause you some trouble. Is it right?"

"Well..." Eric nodded: "This explanation is so-so, and my reason is more perfect."

"But I don't want to hear it. Eric, you are so cruel to me. I regard you as a good friend." Adele lay on my shoulder, her voice sounded weak, "Jane, Eric told you that we true story?"

"No, I just read a few pages of score and lines."

"Very well, don't ask too much about Grenouille's story," Adele hugged my arm, leaned her head up, and said lightly, "What Eric wrote is just an art script."

Miss Austin nodded: "I understand what you mean, I will, Adele."

She understood what Adele meant?But why I don't quite understand?

"Jean, what do you think of Eric's new opera?" After going downstairs, Adele asked me suddenly after she went into the kitchen and rummaged around.

"I don't know." It's true, I don't know opera, and it's just a few pages of red symbols, not a complete play.

"Okay, let's change the question, what do you think of Eric's adapted story, a world with you but... without me, and an idiot girl who replaces me."

I was questioned.

no.

I don't like this assumption.

I would absolutely hate this hypothetical world.

"No." I shook my head.

"No what?" she asked me.

"do not leave Me."

【Adele】

Cough, I have to admit that Jean's answer was simple and straightforward, but it made me very happy.I have no objection to Eric writing our story down. In fact, I also think it is a pity that such a wonderful experience has not been recorded.

But after Eric's adaptation, it became a complete tragedy, and I didn't feel happy at all!Urgently need the answer of the prototype of the protagonist of the story to prove the meaning and value of my existence!

"Adele," someone knocked on the door lightly at this time, it was Jane, she looked very satisfied, "I think I should go back. I came here in the name of visiting Professor Van Helsing, and now I have stayed Too long."

"Thank you, Mr. Eric, for me. The two stories are very wonderful. I really didn't expect such a wonderful thing in the world, and the protagonist of the story lives in this room," she said with a little melancholy in her smile. He looked very literary and artistic, "I thought that although I had never been out of Hampshire, the books had given me enough insight, and now I know that is just the tip of the iceberg... I envy your experiences, and I will always do Less than that."

"To disturb you today, I swear that I will rot everything I saw in my stomach. That's it, I'm going back, goodbye." Her last farewell was a bit dry, with melancholy, and the feeling of straying into another world Awkward.

It's just two scripts, how much did she think of it?

Full of literary and youthful temperament, I think I should ask her for an autograph as soon as possible, in case she is really the "Jane Austen".

"Finally leaving? Hurry up and leave." Eric snorted coldly. At this time, he was on the piano bench on the grass outside the door, inspecting his newly baked pipe organ.

Jane had already gone out, but when she heard his words, she hurried back angrily with her skirt in hand, looked down at him from above, her chest heaving, I had a hunch that what she was about to say must be a long, sharp and sarcastic speech, and then Eric hit back , Jane retorted, and Eric...

Sigh...Eric...you will never catch a girl with such a bad attitude, you know...

"Jane, you haven't heard the story of Eric. Eric is the best lyricist and composer in Paris. It just so happens that his new organ is finally available. You should listen to Eric sing again. Leave, or you will leave regrets!"

This is probably the only solution I can think of right now.And I admit that I did it on purpose, how hard it is to find an intelligent literary girl who is not afraid of Eric and also understands music, not to mention that there is indeed such a strange atmosphere between them.

If Eric's only(?) decent voice doesn't win this girl over, I don't think there's anything I can do about it but admit that I'm a meddling nasty woman.

"Eric, you don't mind singing "Perfume" for the noble girl who committed suicide in despair, right? You must know that she failed to get what she loved in the end, and both died, what a tragedy!"

"Oh...Adele..." Eric rubbed his temples, he probably really felt a headache for me: "It's not a good thing for a girl to be too narrow-minded."

The author has something to say: Thank you Qingbenjiaren for mine~(≧▽≦)/~

I have thought about writing a tragic episode like this, so that I can remember Adele, but Adele doesn't remember him, it's very touching to think about it!