Olfactory failure

The car full of fuel chased the night into the villa park on the outskirts of the city. Zheng Chengyan moved to the side of the road, got out of the car, went around the trunk, and brought out the things Ms. Wang ordered to buy.

Wen Yanshu was waiting for him under the street lamp, Zheng Chengyan walked over and stretched out a hand to him.

Two slanted shadows were cast on the ground, Wen Yanshu hesitated again and again, his fingernails scratched the fabric in his pocket.

"Let go as soon as you enter the house," Zheng Chengyan assured, "We only come back so many times a year, pretending."

It was only a few steps away from the house, Wen Yanshu put his hand on it: "What did you buy for Auntie?"

"A few bottles of calming aromatherapy. She said that she hasn't slept very well recently. I don't understand these things, so I gave her some of each scent." Zheng Chengyan rubbed the back of Nianwen Yanshu's hand with his fingertips, "Maybe I'll finish eating I asked you to help her choose the rice, don't think she is nagging."

A few words smoothed away the many scruples before holding hands, Wen Yanshu said: "No."

Stepping through the courtyard in front of the door, Zheng Chengyan's footsteps slowed down: "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Wen Yanshu was looking at the flowers in the wooden fence to appreciate the fragrance, and turned his head when he heard the sound: "What?"

Zheng Chengyan said: "The temperature of my palm."

He wasn't sure if there was any embarrassment on Wen Yanshu's face when the light was insufficient, he felt the palms that were touching him loosen suddenly, but he purposely clasped the other's hand tightly, rubbing each other's palm lines with heat : "Just throw me away for such a sentence, I will think you care about that night."

Wen Yanshu wanted to search for a reasonable rebuttal, so Zheng Chengyan pushed open the half-closed door: "Who's TV is so loud?"

Immediately behind the carved screen in the side hall was a figure, with long hair tied up in a loose bun and dressed in an apricot-colored long skirt. Wang Tingzheng's name and appearance were both gentle, but his voice broke the quiet appearance : "Let me tell you! I made a bet with Old Zheng that the young man will definitely hold hands with you when he comes back. He just said that the two old men are not so clingy, thinking that they are as incomprehensible as him."

Zheng Chengyan kept his word, let go of Wen Yanshu's hand after entering the door, and chatted with his mother while changing shoes: "I think you are also quite puzzled, old couples who have been married for more than 30 years. Shouting 'Old Zheng, Old Zheng', one day Yanshu will change his words to me, and I can accept incompetence."

Wen Yanshu was named for no reason, so he straightened up and glanced at Zheng Chengyan.

This move fell into the eyes of Wang Tingzheng, and it became a flirt. She glanced back and forth between the two, and directly asked the person in the center of the topic: "Yan Shu, what do you usually call him?"

Wen Yanshu said honestly, "Call me your full name."

Zheng Chengyan saw the needle, and handed a paper bag of aromatherapy to Wang Tingzheng: "Okay, Mom, don't embarrass him, what bet did you make with Dad?"

In Wen Yanshu's ears, this is more like a cover-up than a siege. Anyway, Wang Tingzheng is not attached to this, so he opened the bag and took a look: "Just the new bag in the magazine... hey, you sit down first, I'll take a seat." Put things upstairs."

The volume of the TV in the side hall hit the eardrums, and Zheng Chengyan couldn't take it anymore. As soon as Wang Tingzheng went upstairs, he quickly walked towards the side hall. As soon as he walked around the screen, he saw his father Zheng Guanduan sitting in a wheelchair holding a magazine. Lele: "Why is Lao Zheng lonely and no one cares about him?"

Zheng Guanbuniao made fun of him, and raised his hand to make a move at Wen Yanshu: "Yanshu, come and help me see which color looks good on this bag."

Wen Yanshu sat down beside him: "What color skirt does Auntie like to wear recently?"

Zheng Chengyan used the remote control to turn down the TV volume: "She can wear whatever color is tender, and basically doesn't choose."

Zheng Guan said: "Then buy the white one, it's versatile."

Just after closing the magazine, Wang Tingzheng went downstairs: "Why did you turn down the volume? I'm still waiting to see that shower gel ad."

Zheng Chengyan knew which one she was talking about. It was an advertisement that IDR completed and launched last month. He sat down on the sofa, grabbed an orange and peeled it off: "People buy memberships just to run commercials, but you are fine, just run to commercials." go."

"Appreciate the fruits of your labor." Wang Tingzheng moved a low stool and sat down next to her husband, helping him massage the thigh of the amputated left lower limb, "Old Zheng, is the strength appropriate?"

Zheng Guan said: "The bag has already been bought."

Wang Tingzheng worked harder on the massage, and the technique was very skillful: "I think that flowery skirt is also quite beautiful."

Zheng Guanchong raised his chin at the TV screen: "I thought it was time for you to watch flowers and butterflies."

Wang Tingzheng hurriedly turned his head to watch TV, and sure enough, the ad for the shower gel with butterflies as the main element came out. What is rare is that the protagonist of the ad is looking for a young actor who is very popular nowadays.

The volume was turned up again by Wang Tingzheng, Zheng Chengyan lowered his head and drew a line on the peeled orange, broke off a piece and sent it to Wen Yanshu's mouth: "Do you want to eat?"

When the other party turned to look at him, he gestured with his mouth: "It's acting."

In the past two years, there have been many examples of them acting on occasion. Today, Wen Yanshu couldn't tell whether the affection in Zheng Chengyan's eyes was real or not. He opened his mouth and took the orange petal that the other party was twirling, and turned his eyes away to continue watching TV. .

An advertisement is only about ten seconds long, and Wang Tingzheng can't get enough of it every time: "Our son's filming is really good."

Zheng Chengyan broke off another piece of orange: "It's not my fault, I'm only in charge of making suggestions and making decisions."

"Didn't you talk about opening that PPT last time..." Wang Tingzheng paused.

"PPM." Zheng Chengyan only ate one petal, and put the rest in Wen Yanshu's hands, "Give it to me if you can't finish it."

"Yes, PPM," Wang Tingzheng said, "Didn't you finalize the actor? I think this young man is the biggest highlight of the entire advertisement."

Zheng Chengyan wiped his hands with a wet towel, moved closer to Wen Yanshu, hugged the opponent's waist with his arms, rested his chin on his shoulders, and still complained to his mother: "We decided on him because he has the best appearance. Appropriate, don't make it sound like I have selfishness, my selfishness is only on Yanshu."

Obviously it was the body that was hugged tightly, but Wen Yanshu's heart tightened because of this unexpected hug, the figure of the shower gel actor in his mind suddenly faded, and he almost touched the bridge of Zheng Chengyan's nose with his head tilted: "What are you doing? ?”

"State the facts," Zheng Chengyan imitated him and lowered his voice, "don't push me away."

Zheng Guan opened the magazine again, looking for the flowery dress that his wife liked while refuting her point of view: "That is, the highlight of advertisements is the creativity, so you don't care about the handsome young man like you. Spicy or not."

The magazine in his hand sank, and a plump orange fell into his arms. He raised his eyes, and Zheng Chengyan leaned on Wen Yanshu's shoulder and smiled at him: "Old Zheng, peel one for your wife too."

The smell of oranges in the air was a little stronger. Wen Yanshu caught Zheng Chengyan's heartbeat with his back, and could clearly distinguish the faint scent of laundry beads on Zheng Chengyan's clothes and the scent of leather in the car. .

There was only one piece of orange left, so he stuffed it into Zheng Chengyan's mouth carelessly with his elbow, and pulled the other's hand from his waist: "I'll go to the kitchen to see if the food is ready."

The smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen was so strong, which was the place where Wen Yanshu loved to stay, but Zheng Chengyan didn't stop him. When the smell of oranges in his mouth faded, he called Wang Tingzheng.

Wang Tingzheng was busy picking out her skirt, without raising her head: "Well."

Taking advantage of hearing that Yan Shu couldn't hear, Zheng Chengyan got angry with his heart: "After dinner, let Yan Shu help you choose aromatherapy. I don't know how to buy it blindly, so don't use it."

Due to the delay of the meal, it was past eight o'clock after the dinner, and the tableware was removed. Zheng Chengyan was still drinking with Lao Zheng and talking about the company. IDR was founded by Zheng Guan when he was young. Zheng Chengyan is now It's similar to a job report, but when people report a job, they wear a formal suit and a tie, and they are caught by him in their words and deeds. His job description is too hot and drinks more than the person opposite him.

Upstairs in the tea room, Wen Yanshu accompanied Wang Tingzheng to finish picking out the aromatherapy, and said, "If you need it next time, I'll get you one. It just so happens that the fragrance room has materials."

Wang Tingzheng really liked this child: "Will it not delay your work?"

Wen Yanshu helped to clear the packing boxes on the table: "No, when my design encounters a bottleneck, I will stop and do other things."

"It's just fishing, why are you so attractive, no wonder Xiao Yan is so big and still clings to you." Wang Tingzheng said, "The two of them are talking about business downstairs again, how can there be so many people?" I'm busy with work, Yan Shu, help me keep an eye on Xiao Yan, don't let him become like his father because of his overwork, I can't take a second blow to my heart."

Zheng Guan's left lower limb was amputated due to fatigue driving in a car accident on the way to the night shift. Zheng Chengyan told Wen Yanshu about this before he got married. The reason why he was urged to marry was because his mother had a nervous breakdown and urgently found someone to tell him to work and rest reasonably. .

Near ten o'clock, Wang Tingzheng went back to the room to rest. Wen Yanshu heaved a sigh of relief, settled on the seat and twirled the wedding ring on his ring finger. Every time he talked with Zheng Chengyan's parents, he had to be highly concentrated. A flaw in the sentence exposed the fact that he and Zheng Chengyan were not in love.

He played with taking off the wedding ring and putting it on again, repeated several times, Wen Yanshu suddenly stopped.

On the day of the wedding, Zheng Chengyan put on the ring for him in front of all the guests. He felt awkward and uncomfortable, as if he was tied up for life. Even though the respiratory system did not grow on the ring finger, he still wanted to take off the ring to breathe.

But today, two years later, he has gotten used to the existence of this ring, and it has even merged into an organ on his body, as if removing it would make him incomplete.

Slowly putting the wedding ring back on, Wen Yanshu got up and went downstairs, but did not find Zheng Chengyan, only saw the aunt cleaning the table.

"He went upstairs to take a shower," the aunt said, "I can't drink like this because of my capacity for alcohol, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Wen Yanshu hurriedly asked, "How much did you drink?"

The aunt opened her thumb and index finger and gestured two inches long: "The cup is so high, I drank five or six cups."

This weight is actually not much, Wen Yanshu was pondering over Auntie's words, did not take the elevator, walked slowly up the spiral staircase, put aside the unthinkable things when he reached the fourth floor, and stopped thinking about it.

Although it is said that I would occasionally come here to have dinner with Zheng Chengyan, but the number of times Wen Yanshu went to the fourth floor is very small, and there are only one or two times in total, one is today, and the other is the first time. During the visit, Zheng Chengyan took him up to visit.

The bedroom door was open, Wen Yanshu stopped outside the door, not sure if Zheng Chengyan's sentence "don't wait outside for my approval" is applicable here.

Just as he was hesitating, Zheng Chengyan came out with a bath towel around his bare upper body. Seeing him poking at the door, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter, partner, can I bring you in?"