[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

When Grenouille walked into Grasse, the last rays of the setting sun fell, and the whole city of Grasse was brightly lit, and it seemed that everyone was living and working in peace and contentment.Grenouille had only a few francs left with him, and he decided to immediately spend all the money on the equipment, cloth and grease needed for the extraction, and then immediately find the thirteen girls he needed. If some of them happen to be absent, he will find alternative scents as soon as possible.

In a word, Grenouille didn't want to waste even an iota of time.

If he found that he was still uneasy when he started it for the first time, then when he made the first bottle of essential oil according to the procedure in his sleep, he was completely convinced that the dream was real, because Grenoye found himself The skill of killing people silently is the same as his skill of making perfume, so proficient that there is no need to sharpen it, so familiar.

In just three days, Grenouille hid in the most remote wilderness cemetery on the west side of Grasse, stayed up all night, and produced twelve essential oils.The last essential oil is also the most important, the soul and core of all the scents. After thinking and thinking, he filtered all the scents of the whole city of Grasse in his memory, and still thinks that Laura's smell is the best—just not Knowing whether she is mature now, after all, since he came to Glass, he has not paid attention to it once, nor has he encountered the scent of this girl.

Go check it out.Grenouille thought so, because this time he got the scent so quickly that people didn't realize that so many girls disappeared. So far, no girl's body has been found, and many people only think that the daughter Playful but not returned.

There is no martial law in Grasse now.

Grenouille still has plenty of time to do what he wants to do.

A dance was being held in the mansion of Master Riches, and Grenouille approached quietly. He remembered that the iron railing in the left corner of the back door of the courtyard was broken, and he could enter from there, just like he had done in his dream.

He also did see the red-haired girl playing with people at the fountain in the distance. To his disappointment, Laura was still in the developmental period, and her smell hadn't reached the best peak. Such a smell couldn't hold up his perfume.

And he couldn't wait any longer.

"Hi."

Someone quietly patted him from behind, and a soft little hand quickly passed over his shoulder, and the brisk female voice still had the softness of a child's voice.

Grenouille suddenly froze there.

"You sneaked in, didn't you? Are you hungry? There is just a piece of cream cake and steak left on my plate. The untouched ones, can I give them to you?"

The girl behind smiled and said to him that Grenouille's clothes were very torn, and his face was weathered from years of travelling, and he looked incompatible with this gorgeous and luxurious party, but the girl didn't seem surprised at all, and he Chatted familiarly, as if it was not the first time we met.

Of course Grenouille remembered the voice.

He was just wondering why he didn't come here to find her earlier, he was just wondering why he didn't notice the faint fragrance from her body until she walked behind him.

Oh, maybe it was because it was too familiar, her smell had been with him for decades, as if it was a part of his life.

"Hey, what am I talking to you? It's impolite to turn your back on me," the little hand behind poked him lightly, still smiling, "Here, I'll give you the plate and food, no need Give it back to me. Get out of here quickly, it would be bad if someone finds out, Dad will find someone to break your leg."

Grenouille turned around in a daze, and unconsciously took the plate she handed over. The white fine porcelain plate from the East was in stark contrast to his rough and chapped hands. She had an incomparably clear and beautiful face, as if she couldn't speak anymore.

The girl opened her beautiful green eyes and looked at him in confusion: "Why are you always looking at me, get out of here quickly, there is a small hole there, and it is easy to get out with your figure."

She was kind enough to show him the way, but that was not what Grenouille needed.

"Adele?" He spit out the name nervously and timidly. Because of the lonely long journey and not talking to people, Grenouille's voice became very difficult and hoarse, which sounded like a rusty saw sawing wood.

However, this did not prevent the tenderness and joy in his tone when he called out the name.

The girl's eyes gradually widened, and she lowered her voice and looked him up and down: "How do you know my name? You know me? Who are you?"

who are you?

When she asked this question, Grenouille couldn't wait to answer: "I am Jean-Baptiste Grenouille!" He said his full name in one breath, with unprecedented excitement and pride but his exorbitant voice startled Adele, and hurriedly pulled him into the hidden bush: "Your voice should be quieter, don't be found out, is this name famous? I'm sure Things outside are not very clear...Maybe you are here to find someone?"

"I'm Jean! Jean Grenouille!" Grenouille repeated again, he wondered if there was something wrong with Adele's ears, why didn't she respond to his name?

"Yes, yes, I know you are Grenouille, but now you should go," Adele looked around and muttered annoyedly, "Damn it, how could I hide in the garden and chat with such a stranger, and was beaten by my father?" You must scold me when you see it." Before she could finish her sentence, Master Riches' shout came from the second floor of the house: "Lola, Adele, where are you two?"

"Here comes Dad!" Laura, who was playing, ran in with her skirt in her hand. She didn't forget to look around the garden and called, "Adele, are you in the garden? Dad is calling us!"

"Hurry up and go!" Adele pushed Grenouille, then immediately stood up with her skirt up, and waved to Laura: "I'm here, sister, come right away!" She wanted to leave here immediately and go to her father. There, however, he found that the corner of his skirt was being grabbed by someone, and it was no surprise that it was this strange boy named Grenouille.He looked up at her, as if he should know him, even in the dark night, his eyes were as bright as stars and as clear as spring water.Adele's heart twitched slightly. Unlike this man's ragged and embarrassing attire, his eyes were as clean as a child's.

"I'll come to you." The inexplicable boy muttered, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Adele was stunned for two seconds, then shook her head, and hurriedly ran towards her father and sister with her skirt in hand. Put this strange encounter completely behind you.

Adele never expected that the time when Grenouille said "I will come to you" was tonight.When the ball was over, the servants in the Riches mansion cleaned up the mess and cleaned up the scene, and Laura and she fell asleep after bathing and grooming one after another. Adele thought tiredly that such a ball was so boring, but she fell asleep after a while .

I don't know how long it took, she felt someone gently touching her cheek, as if gentle and lustful eyes were lingering on her body, making her feel sweet and intoxicated, and she was so dizzy that she didn't want to wake up.

"Adele." She heard someone calling her name, her eyelids were so heavy that she had to work hard to lift them up, and then she saw Grenouille's face through the faint moonlight shining through the curtains.

It was that strange young man, but he didn't look alike—he shaved his messy beard clean, his hair was wet with the cool air of spring water, and he wrapped a barely-clean robe over his shabby clothes.

He was dressed like this, standing in front of her with bright eyes, as if asking for credit.

Adele had a strange intuition that this young man seemed to have taken the time to recuperate in order to meet her. Although it still looked bad, it was finally better.He hurried out of Riches Manor to do this, and when he was done, he couldn't wait to come back to her and show her the current self.

"I am Jean Grenouille!" He emphasized his name again, as if wishing her to remember something.

But Adele was sure that she didn't have this name in her memory. Before today, she had never left Glass, and she had never seen this boy.

She wondered how he came to her bedroom lightly, bypassing the heavy guards and blockades, but she didn't cry out. In fact, she wondered why she didn't feel panic.

Maybe it's because this cute young man who has been tortured by the hardships of life, but still maintains such an innocent and childlike face, has never shown any malice towards her since we met.

"You really don't remember me, Adele?" The young man knelt beside her bed, hesitating, and finally grabbed her sleeves carefully, as if he was afraid that his hands would not be clean enough to stain her white cuffs .

"I am Jean Grenouille," he said.

"I wonder...you may have misunderstood the person," Adele said hesitantly, seeing the light in the young man's bright eyes quickly extinguished, she suddenly felt cruel, "I really don't know you, But I can ask Dad to help you find the person you want to find, but it is already very late tonight, shall we talk about it tomorrow?"

Grenouille shook his head slightly: "I'm just looking for Adele."

"Let me stay with you," he told her.