Olfactory failure

Wen Yanshu took a long bath this time. After washing, he sat on the bay window with his recipe book in his arms, took off his pen, and began to meditate on the breakpoint of his thoughts.

He is used to designing fragrances that conform to the image according to his intentions, but after a sex that does not presuppose liking or love, he decided to overthrow the previous concept of "like-love-lust" step by step.

However, the pre-tune information that he had happily written down on the paper repeatedly prevented him from denying the hard-won inspiration. Wen Yanshu always remembered that he looked down at Zheng Chengyan standing in the evening wind and tree shadows from the twelfth floor. No one but him can describe the breath.

When he picked up the pen again, Wen Yanshu no longer made the false gesture of crossing out the words, he just regarded himself as experiencing a new journey, and he wrote down the inspiration brought to him by this journey in the middle tone column: impulsiveness, invasion ,desire.

The last time I used the night breeze and tree shadow lighting as an image reference, this time Wen Yanshu couldn’t figure out the specific key words, the hotel’s pillows and mattresses full of disinfectant water were not his first choice, and the chandelier on the ceiling was not enough to enrich the picture he wanted. The temporary condom was too explicit.

At this time the doorknob was turned, and Wen Yanshu's thoughts were disturbed by the soft sound of the door opening, but Zheng Chengyan was not seen standing at the door of the bedroom, and the one who sneaked in was the big cat who didn't know when he would learn to open the door.

He belatedly remembered that Zheng Chengyan would knock on the door first every time he came back.

Mocha sniffed his steamy bathrobe, bowed and jumped up the bay window, firmly occupying a place in his arms.

Ever since Wen Yanshu allowed Mocha to touch his sleeve, he has become more and more presumptuous. He poked the tip of the cat's ear with the pen and asked, "You don't knock when you come in, can you ask him for basic etiquette?"

Mocha raised his neck towards him with a serious face, Wen Yanshu thought it wanted to scratch his chin, so he stretched out his hands only to find a rolled up note hooked on its collar.

He took it off carefully, and when he unfolded it, he saw Zheng Chengyan's beautiful words: Come down for lunch, I made Huamei Xiaopai.

Obviously they have contact information, but they wanted the cat to send a message. Wen Yanshu smoothed the note on the recipe book, and squeezed Zheng Chengyan's sharp words to reply: I'm busy, you eat first.

Although Mocha lacked knowledge of etiquette, he was smarter. Before he rolled up the note and stuffed it into his collar, he snatched it from his hand, jumped to the floor and ran outside.

Wen Yanshu hovered over the notebook with a pen in his hand, the tip of the pen was ready to draw a line, but he was not sure why he formed this concrete image in his mind.

After a while, Mocha ran back again, with a larger piece of paper stuffed in his collar.

Wen Yanshu was a disciplinary committee member for several years when he was studying. He passed notes from the head to the end of the classroom for self-study classes. He knocked on the table to warn him not to remember his name selflessly. Now he is addicted to it, leaning on the bay window to watch Zheng Chengyan's reply: Still angry with me?

He has to think carefully when writing recipes, outlines, lectures, codes, and papers. It is rare to write this time without racking his brains: he is not angry, he is really busy, and he will eat later.

I thought the conversation ended here, but I didn't expect that after a few minutes, Mocha went back and forth, ran up to him with a rustling sound, and let go of a bag of crunchy biscuits.

Wen Yanshu took the note from the collar, and Zheng Chengyan's words on the paper were as simple as ever: I'm hungry, and I'll leave a portion of the food for you to keep warm in the pot. Add oil.

After a few trips to Mocha, I was tired, lying on the carpet and squinting my eyes to take a nap, Wen Yanshu stopped bothering it, folded the note and put it in the recipe book.

There is still a space in the middle column of the notebook, Wen Yanshu scratched the pen, without hesitation, wrote nine words after the impulse to invade desire: Zheng Chengyan, Zheng Chengyan, Zheng Chengyan.

After he finished writing, he quickly closed the book, fearing that his chest would hurt if he looked at it one more time, and tore open the package of small biscuits and stuffed a piece in his mouth, in case he had extra energy to think about the meaning of Zheng Chengyan's name appearing in the recipe book .

Wen Yanshu didn't get enough sleep last night. Wen Yanshu returned to the bedroom to rest after eating and digesting. The curtains blocked most of the afternoon light. He slept comfortably with his back to the window, and he didn't even notice that Mocha got under the bed.

Wen Yanshu didn't set the alarm clock, and woke up again because of the continuous knocking on the door. The stamina of the afternoon nap is often stronger than when he wakes up in the morning. He opened his eyes sleepily, and happened to bump into Zheng Chengyan pushing the door in.

The bedroom was very dark, Zheng Chengyan opened his eyes without looking at him, and called his name from a few meters away from the doorknob: "Yan Shu?"

The slightly deeper voice always has a bit of gentleness when it gently raises the ending. Wen Yanshu delayed the response for a few seconds because of this sentence, and Zheng Chengyan strode over. Just when the other party was about to squat down , he sat up suddenly.

"I'm awake," Zheng Chengyan supported the edge of the bed, and withdrew his hand that reached halfway, "I yelled outside the door several times, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Yanshu turned on the bedside lamp, and moved his eyes to Zheng Chengyan's knuckles, which were a little red, and he probably knocked on the door for a long time.

"No, I'm sleepy." Wen Yanshu wanted to get out of bed, but Zheng Chengyan blocked the edge of the bed, he curled his legs and raised his face, and the other party still maintained the half-bowed posture when he propped up the bed and looked at him.

Given that the relationship between the two is unknown now, any close eye contact or close contact will make Wen Yanshu recall the memory of the continuous bumps, so he still has a more or less evasive mentality towards Zheng Chengyan: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zheng Chengyan straightened up and moved out of the way, "I'm worried that you have a fever because of that."

It’s okay not to mention it, but when I mentioned Wen Yanshu, I remembered that Zheng Chengyan tore off the condom that was in the way at the last moment, he tightened the bed sheet, and without saying a word, he pushed away the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

"Be careful." Zheng Chengyan suddenly bent down to support his ankle, let go before he could break free, and took out a ball of cats from under the bed, "I said why I didn't find it, so it was running to your house gone."

The frozen atmosphere was slightly relieved by this pet, Wen Yanshu put on his slippers, grabbed the corner of the quilt and folded them: "It usually doesn't crawl under my bed."

Mocha is very heavy, and when Zheng Chengyan hugged him, his forearm was bulging with blue veins, but the topic surrounding Mocha seems to be enough reason for him to stay: "Didn't it also like to pick your clothes recently?"

That's because Mocha was given a sleeve-touching permit on the balcony last time. Who knows that this cat always loves to push his feet. Wen Yanshu took out his mobile phone from under the pillow: "I don't want it to think that I prefer other cats."

The screen turned on and the time was displayed, and Wen Yanshu realized that he had slept until five o'clock and had to go back to Zheng's house for dinner. He immediately put down his phone and went to the cloakroom to find clothes: "Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"I just came back not long ago, and I went to the gym after shopping in the afternoon." Compared with Wen Yanshu's anxiety, Zheng Chengyan was much calmer, "I'll wait for you downstairs, don't worry."

Influenced by his family education, Wen Yanshu has never been late for any occasion, even for dinner with his elders. He changed his clothes in a hurry, and when he went downstairs, Zheng Chengyan was still squatting on the balcony to pour cat food into the Mocha basin.

"I only added it at noon," Wen Yanshu said, "it can't finish eating too much."

Zheng Chengyan tied the mouth of the bag tightly, and put a can on the side: "Isn't the basin empty when I came back this morning?"

How could the topic always come to this place, Wen Yanshu played with the button of his coat: "Because we didn't go home last night."

Zheng Chengyan scratched Mocha's stomach, thinking that he might not be able to go home tonight.