Olfactory failure

On Monday morning, when Zheng Chengyan woke up, it was still dark. He reached out to turn off the alarm clock, and his eyes were fixed on the time displayed by the electronic clock beside the bed.

The alarm clock that was newly set last week was for Wen Yanshu. I didn’t remember that Wen Yanshu’s car was picked up before going to bed last night. I don’t need to wake up 10 minutes early to send him to work. Zheng Chengyan clicked the button, Set your weekday alarm back to its original time.

The rest of the time was spent sleeping and returning to the cage. Even cats were too few. Zheng Chengyan simply got out of bed, his heels rubbed into a ball of softness, and the cat hidden under the bed jumped out immediately. He grabbed the cat's face and preached: "Mocha, you Can you go to his house to sleep next time? I almost step on your tail every day."

Before the cat could turn around and rush out, Zheng Chengyan held down its back and repented: "Forget it, I'm worried that he will collapse if he picks up the cat's fur."

Mocha yelled at him, and Zheng Chengyan took advantage of the time and patiently squatted beside the bed to tease the cat: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't shed its hair, let him sleep more."

After coaxing the cat to rest, Zheng Chengyan got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he picked up the dry toothpaste, he remembered that the things he bought from the supermarket over the weekend had not yet been disposed of.

The large bag of things was still on the locker in the entrance, and it would be counterproductive to wait for the housekeeper to come and help. Zheng Chengyan no longer neglected, and went downstairs to pick up the heavy shopping bag before Wen Yanshu got up.

The bag rattled, and he closed the door, taking out the items one by one under Mocha's supervision and sorting them out.

Remove the toothpaste and insert it into the mouthwash cup.

A spare towel scissors label goes in the closet.

Why did I bring the cat litter up, and I have to take it to the balcony downstairs later.

The bag was gradually emptied, and Zheng Chengyan placed two transparent bottles of toiletries on the shelf in the shower.

When I returned to the bedroom, Mocha was having fun playing with the shopping bag, and a series of noises were not too harsh when he was tearing. Zheng Chengyan was about to rescue the bag from the cat's claws, but unexpectedly, the cat suddenly had a The box ran over and put it in his hand.

...is a box of ultra-thin condoms.

Zheng Chengyan stared down at the box lying in the palm of his hand, and didn't remember when he threw this useless thing into the shopping cart.

It couldn't have been added by the cashier in a hurry. Zheng Chengyan picked up the receipt lying on the ground and looked at it. The ink on it clearly marked the purchase record.

He stood in the middle of the bedroom and thought about it carefully. The corner of the packing box scratched shallow marks on his fingertips, and he almost tore through the plastic film. baby.

At that time, he was fiddling with the payment code, and the child took something from the shelf with multiple hands and stuffed it into his towel. He mistakenly thought it was chewing gum and ignored it. The other parent apologized to him, and he responded generously: "It's okay, I usually stock up at home."

At the worst moment when he would have to hit the morning rush hour if he didn't go out, Zheng Chengyan casually threw the condom into the drawer of the bedside table, went into the cloakroom and picked out a suit to change into.

The extra 10 to [-] minutes were all wasted in the process of tidying things up like this. Zheng Chengyan walked out quickly wearing a tie. When he reached the door of the room, he heard a soft click from the opposite side, and Wen Yanshu just opened the door and came out.

How many mornings have been the same picture, Zheng Chengyan fastened his tie, his fingers fell from the soft fabric: "Morning."

Wen Yanshu spends most of his work time in the fragrance room, unlike him who needs to wear a suit and tie every day, today he put on a khaki windbreaker over his T-shirt, from top to bottom he looks relaxed and comfortable. He replied "morning".

There was no redundant dialogue, and no nagging or exhortations from normal partners before going to work. They went downstairs one after the other, only the cat scurrying between their scattered footsteps.

Wen Yanshu is usually not a person with expressive expressions, and his desire to express emotions with words is also very low, but Zheng Chengyan can still see that Wen Yanshu is not indifferent at this moment, but tired of making any expressions, commonly known as Dalaner .

He usually looks like this after working overtime all night. People who are not familiar with him, such as his subordinates, will have the illusion that he is in a bad mood.

But Zheng Chengyan is not someone who is not familiar with Wen Yan's book, and he doesn't need to be afraid of anything in front of Wen Yan's book, so when the two of them crowded at the entrance to change shoes, he asked bluntly: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Wen Yanshu sat on a low stool and tied his shoelaces. His excellent tutoring made him look into other people’s eyes when answering questions, so he kept his sitting posture and raised his head to look at Zheng Chengyan, who had already changed his leather shoes: “I slept last night. I watched a movie before, but I didn't notice that it was late."

piece?Suddenly, the box of condoms broke into Zheng Chengyan's mind, and he raised his eyebrows.

"A German movie." When Wen Yanshu lacks inspiration, he will let his mind take a nap for a while and find something else to do. He can't tell him about the difficulties he encountered at work. The only way to keep the topic from cooling down is to focus on the movie, "I watched it when I was in middle school, and I rewatched it last night..."

When he was about to finish speaking, he stopped, his posture changed from looking up to looking up: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Chengyan squatted in front of him, with his elbows on his knees: "Go on, it doesn't look so hard for me."

Wen Yanshu's hands holding the shoelaces tightened a little, obviously the other party squatted down for him, but he rarely violated the principle of looking at each other, lowered his eyes and tied the shoelaces that had been left out for a long time and tied them with a straight bow .

He moved his fingers flexibly without stopping his mouth. Wen Yanshu changed his mind and expressed his thoughts, but his temperament dictated that he spoke in a very calm tone: "Because the new design has encountered a bottleneck, improper relaxation will only cause serious problems. Ineffective thinking."

After the shoelaces were tied, he put on his bag and stood up: "Let's go?"

"Let's go." Zheng Chengyan also straightened up, picked up the car key from the small metal plate, "What movie are you watching?"

"Perfume" directed by Tom Tykwer." Wen Yanshu said.

They went out together and took the elevator to the parking lot together. Wen Yanshu talked more when talking about movies. The mood of watching movies for the first time and revisiting them is completely different, so he interspersed with memories to talk about his feelings.

Unknowingly, I came to the parking lot. The parking lot in the morning was more empty than any other time, and I could hear an echo when I spoke. Instead, Wen Yanshu stopped talking while Zheng Chengyan pressed the unlock button on the car, and took out his own car keys.

Zheng Chengyan had already opened the car door, and did not let go of his left hand on the doorknob: "What time did you go to bed last night?"

"It's almost two o'clock." Wen Yanshu said.

Zheng Chengyan didn't get in the car, went around to the passenger side and opened the door: "Stop driving tired, get in the car, I'll give you another ride."