Olfactory failure

The agreed place was a cafe, which was located at the corner of the street, and the exterior wall was covered with fufang vines, which looked green even in the cold winter.

Wen Yanshu moved the car into an empty parking space beside the road, took a deep breath while clutching the steering wheel, and then let it out slowly, opened the door and got out of the car before Zhong Baiying urged him to call for the second round.

A well-maintained woman sits in a booth by the window on the second floor, with thin eyebrows and light-colored lipstick, a slim-fitting windbreaker and slit flared trousers that wrap her neatly, with a slightly raised head and a straight spine It also highlights a sense of strength.

Wen Yanshu walked over with her bag in her hand, sat down on the velvet couch and called "Mom", then Zhong Baiying looked away from the fashion magazine and raised her wrist to check the time.

"Twelve minutes late." Zhong Baiying closed the half-read magazine, "Forgot the rules I taught you when I was a child?"

The pure music floating in the cafe did not relieve Wen Yanshu's various emotional burdens imposed by Zhong Baiying. Before ordering, he picked up the teapot to refill the tea for the other party: "The road I usually take is under construction, so go far away. The journey took some time."

"This is not an example." Zhong Baiying put the menu in front of him, "Let's see what to order."

Wen Yanshu only had a full meal in the company cafeteria at noon, and he was not hungry yet, but in order to avoid being suspected of being perfunctory by his mother, he ordered a glass of espresso and added two light meals that were not greasy.

"Do you still want Yirgacheffe?" Before handing back the menu to the waiter, Wen Yanshu turned around and asked.

As if Zhong Baiying's head and neck would break if he clicked more, he slightly adjusted his elevated gaze to be parallel.

The magazines on the table became decorations, and the strict tutor did not allow Wen Yanshu to take out the mobile phone in the bag to avoid the other party's direct gaze.

After a lengthy silence, Zhong Baiying said, "Why don't you come with Cheng Yan?"

Wen Yanshu said, "He has to go to work."

Zhong Baiying stroked the wedding ring on her ring finger: "You blame me for calling you out on weekdays?"

Wen Yanshu glanced at every waiter who might come over from the corner of his eye, anxious why the snacks and coffee hadn't been brought yet: "I didn't mean that."

But his spirit can't be distracted for too long, and if he doesn't focus on the other person's eyes when talking, he will get a fucking lecture. Wen Yanshu moved out a set of words that he had thought up on the way: "Even if you don't call me out today, I would have I also plan to meet you when I come back from a business trip."

"Yan Shu, you were brought up by me, and I can tell if your words are true or not just by looking at you." Zhong Baiying did not continue this topic, and clicked on the magazine on the right, "This old perfume column is not a routine Will Nafieli's new product design be published, why is there no work from you in this issue?"

Although the question was tricky, Wen Yanshu finally found an opportunity to shift his eyes from his fucking face to the cover of this magazine, and then focus on the diamond ring from the hand holding the magazine.

Zhong Baiying was born in his second marriage, but his father couldn't control his lower body just like his mother's previous husband. In order to avoid criticism, his mother did not choose to divorce again, but hid all the family dirt and pretended to be peaceful, and then cultivated The focus is all on him.

Wen Yanshu often feels that his mother is very unfortunate, but the more he grows up, the more he feels that he, who is forced to be perfect in all aspects, is equally unfortunate.

So when Zhong Baiying and Zheng Chengyan established an agreement without telling Zhong Baiying, Wen Yanshu felt a sense of relief.

If he subscribes to every issue of the magazine, he will find that the perfume page above has not had his independent works for a long time, but Wen Yanshu did not intend to tell the truth: "The new fragrance materials I am designing are more complicated. It takes about half a year to eight or nine months for the stage from preprocessing to correct color."

"Probably?" Zhong Baiying raised her eyebrows, "Yanshu, have I told you not to use such ambiguous words, they will only label you as 'unreliable'."

Just when the food was on the table, Wen Yanshu escaped a catastrophe. After all, his mother taught him when he was a child. He still couldn't change his habit of eating in silence.

Afternoon tea was particularly depressing, and when Zhong Baiying wiped his mouth, Wen Yanshu also drank a little coffee at the bottom of the cup. The espresso was the bitterest, and it was just suitable for him to drink slowly without leaving a trace when facing Zhong Baiying.

Zhong Baiying had a driver come to pick him up, and before he left, he handed Wen Yanshu a paper bag: "Happy birthday to you in advance, you shouldn't be short of anything, so I just bought some."

The brand logo was printed on the paper bag, and Wen Yanshu guessed that the price was expensive, so he took it and said "thank you".

Watching the car carrying Zhong Baiying disappear at the end of the street after turning a corner, Wen Yanshu also got into the car, sinking into the driver's seat and heaving a sigh of relief.

Even though he didn't expect much, he opened the bag and took out the box to have a look. There was a dark pattern tie and a pair of tie clips inlaid with fine diamonds. Such an expensive gift was not matched with a greeting card with his heart attached.

Wen Yanshu stuffed everything back and put it on the passenger seat, twisted around and pulled on the seat belt.

It would be unrealistic to return to the company at this point, Wen Yanshu grabbed the steering wheel and thought for a while, fueled up and galloped forward, the speed of the car was much faster than when it came.

It was a working day, and the Golden Bridge Club in the west of the city was alone. Zheng Chengyan was so happy that no one was making noise. He went to the shooting gallery on the left side of the fourth floor, picked up a gun from the storage room, put on earmuffs and went straight into the shooting range.

The sound of gunshots could be heard through the earmuffs. Zheng Chengyan fired up the four boxes of hunting ammunition happily. After unloading the gun, he still felt unsatisfied. After returning it to the warehouse, he turned and went to the archery hall on the right.

Almost at the same time as the glass door closed, the floor elevator door slowly opened, Wen Yanshu walked out alone, and turned into the shooting gallery on the left.

"Beretta double-barreled shotgun, two cartridges." Wen Yanshu said.

The person in charge of managing the gun store buried his head in registering the information, and wrote while saying: "The gentleman who just left also picked this one, and the shotgun is quite popular today."

Wen Yanshu didn't care to figure out who had similar tastes to her, so she took the gun and entered the shooting range.

The two boxes of ammunition were used very quickly. Due to lack of concentration, Wen Yanshu's hit rate hit a new low this time. However, there was no one in the audience area, so he didn't need to pay attention to whether he heard the sound of ridicule.

During the shooting process, the target he hit was like the scene where he was humiliated since he was a child. He would be scolded when he came home late after playing with his friends. After being slapped across the face, the first piece of graduation project was taken home as Zhong Baiying's birthday present, but his mother accidentally knocked it over the next day.

Many times he always forgets the minutiae that Zhong Baiying invited the etiquette teacher to teach him, but he always remembers these unbearable experiences. Fortunately, he took off the gun of resentment and returned to reality. He no longer needs to live in fear every day.

Coming out of the shooting range, Wen Yanshu was physically exhausted, but he hadn't fully vented his mind yet.

There is a fitness room on the second floor, but his attire today is not suitable for the kind of exercise that swings his limbs drastically. He was looking up at the floor project on the wall in a daze, when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him: "Yan Shu?"

Zheng Chengyan had just come out of the archery gym, and the rolled up cuffs could not be put down in the future: "Why did you come here?"

Wen Yanshu was still stunned when he met Zheng Chengyan, and he saw the same expression in the other party's eyes.

The fourth floor of the club is only open to annual fee members, probably because the daily communication topics between the two are too indifferent, and Wen Yanshu never knew that Zheng Chengyan was also a frequent visitor here.

Wen Yanshu understood the inadvertent disclosure of the information contacted by the manager of the gun store: "Did you go to shoot just now?"

Zheng Chengyan has been exercising continuously for two hours, the blood in his body is boiling, and he is also sensitive to certain keywords: "What kind of gun?"

Wen Yanshu didn't understand the other party's smile, and pointed at the shooting gallery: "Over there, there is no one in the field, and the staff said that someone picked up a shotgun in front of me."

Zheng Chengyan was quite surprised to meet Wen Yanshu on the fourth floor, and he was even more surprised when he learned that the other party likes to use shotguns like himself: "It's me."

As if he had found another way to pry open the door of Wen Yanshu, Zheng Chengyan took a step towards Wen Yanshu: "It's boring to fight alone, how about a competition?"

Wen Yanshu shook his head, he came here purely to dispel the gloom in his heart, after a while he would not have the motivation to pick up the gun again: "Next time."

To prevent his negative emotions from affecting the other party, Wen Yanshu looked to the archery gym on the right, and he saw that Zheng Chengyan was about to leave, so he made an excuse: "I still want to go archery."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Chengyan said straightforwardly: "Let's go together."

No matter how regretful he was, it seemed that he was lying, Wen Yanshu simply made himself embarrassed: "Actually, I don't know how to do it. I will find a coach later."

As soon as the words were finished, Wen Yanshu watched Zheng Chengyan striding over to narrow the distance between the two of them, his wrist was covered with warmth, and he was held by Zheng Chengyan.

"Can't shoot?" Zheng Chengyan raised the corner of his mouth, "What kind of coach do you want, I'll teach you."

Wen Yanshu vaguely felt that this sentence was familiar, and it took a long time to remember that he had asked Mocha about love and desire, but Mocha would only bury his face in his palm and act like a baby.

Later, Zheng Chengyan, who never mentioned the word "teaching", took him to experience the turbulent lust all night, the rubbing of palm prints under the moon, and the romantic confession in the setting sun.

When he came back to his senses, Wen Yanshu and Zheng Chengyan were already standing in front of the bow rack. Zheng Chengyan picked up a bow suitable for novices, carried a barrel of arrows into the novice area and stood in front of the arrow path.

The distance of ten meters seemed very close, but Wen Yanshu looked around and found no one who could successfully hit the bull's-eye. He put on his fingertips and asked, "Do you usually practice in the novice area?"

"I've already been a coach for novices, so I must show off in the professional area." Zheng Chengyan inserted the arrow, and handed the bow together with Wen Yanshu, "Try it."

Before Wen Yanshu had finished stealing the bow posture of the man next door, with his chest pressed against his back, Zheng Chengyan held up his left arm: "Put this side up flat."

His right hand was also grabbed and stuck to his cheek. Zheng Chengyan didn't teach him to ejaculate, but wrapped his arms around the back of his head and rubbed it: "Are you nervous, do you want to go to the children's area?"

Wen Yanshu indulged the other party's hands and feet, worried that he would have to readjust his posture if he moved agitatedly: "Mocha just went to the children's area."

The evil palm left the back of his head. Zheng Chengyan looked like a beast, but he actually put in good intentions: "Keep this angle, raise your gaze a little higher, okay, let's shoot."