Olfactory failure

This voyage is very time-consuming, and you have to go through it twice just for the transit, but the route is selected by Wen Yanshu based on the weather and budget. It is better to stay in Paris for a while than to encounter the bitter cold in Finland.

It only took two hours to stay in Paris, and it was almost dawn. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the aviation building, the sky outside was still pitch black.

Wen Yanshu warmed his hands with a cup of coffee, and raised his mobile phone to take a picture of the night sky that was not white at this point in time. Before he pressed the shutter, he stared at the scene framed on one screen in a daze.

After taking the photo, he passed it on to Zheng Chengyan and added the words: Twice.

Grasse is a small city and there is no special airport. Wen Yanshu made it to Nice Airport and landed. It was already daylight.

He turned off the airplane mode, and didn't have time to check if there were any unread messages in the message board. He was so tired that he just wanted to go to the hotel he booked and stay in the hotel, make up for the sleep, and continue with the next work arrangement.

The car rental company is near the airport. Before Wen Yanshu left the terminal, he glanced behind him. Jiang Er asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Wen Yanshu scraped the bridge of his nose with his fingers, probably because he didn't have enough rest, and his olfactory system went wrong.

Picking up the pre-booked car, Wen Yanshu hooked the car key and asked the person who was going to be the co-driver: "Have you got your driver's license?"

Jiang Er showed embarrassment: "I haven't applied for the exam yet..."

Wen Yanshu was upset when he opened the door of the car, but his temper forced him to bear it. He got into the driver's door and pulled the door forcefully, saying: "Keep your eyes wide open to recognize the way on the way, and don't sleep."

After adjusting the navigation, Wen Yanshu glanced at the rearview mirror to look at the road conditions when driving away from the car rental company. A black Bentley was waiting for a test drive in the driveway outside the car rental company. The style was exactly the same as Zheng Chengyan's in China.

Every time he picks up the car, Zheng Chengyan is used to checking the performance of the car. He gets on the seat, does not adjust the seat, and does not fasten the seat belt.

There are no mints, it's empty.

He sighed, staring at the gray car going away in front of him, and pulled on the seat belt sideways.

As soon as he arrived at the hotel to put down his things, Zheng Chengyan received the itinerary from You Lin. He had no time to rest, so he checked the documents in the bag after going through the itinerary.

With an hour left before the appointment with the project leader, Zheng Chengyan ordered breakfast in the room, and then sat down at the wrought iron round table by the window with a water glass in his hand, and clicked on the top profile picture to open the picture sent by Wen Yanshu .

Just like the previous photo he sent, this photo of Wen Yanshu also shows the upper body reflected in the window glass, and the coffee in his hand is not sure if it is a Mocha.

But he took pictures of the moon, and Wen Yanshu took pictures of the stars. He always wanted to set the photo of the other party as his profile picture, but just after saving it, a new message popped up from the other side.

This time there is no photo, Wen Yanshu sent two words: three tones.

Zheng Chengyan stared at these two simple words, and took a picture of the croissant bread and Nissara in front of him as if in feedback.

The "typing" on the top shook several times, and Wen Yanshu sent: Is the breakfast served in the IDR cafeteria so exquisite?

Zheng Chengyan almost sloppily replied, "The secretary brought it", and deleted everything halfway through the editing. Remembering that it should be afternoon in Beijing time, he corrected: It's afternoon tea.

The itinerary was tight. Zheng Chengyan packed up his bags and set off after filling out the Wu Zang Temple. He met the project leader at the agreed place. Paper materials were spread out on a table, and a laptop was placed in the middle. He spoke fluent French and communicated with the other party. From the sun to the noon, the coffee in the mug was empty and refilled, the laptop battery was low and a reminder popped up, and the other party finally took a pen and signed the contract.

Stamping means that the project has finally been negotiated. Zheng Chengyan stood up and shook hands with the other party, and finally he was able to go back to the hotel to catch up on sleep.

He didn't take a shower all day and night, and spent nearly half of the 20 hours on the flight. If it wasn't for winter, Zheng Chengyan would have hated himself.He took off his coat, and effortlessly pulled off the tie Wen Yanshu tied for him, but in fact, he really wanted the other party to untie it for him.

Unburdened, Zheng Chengyan wrapped in a nightgown and slept until two o'clock in the afternoon. After waking up, he changed into formal clothes and drove to attend the exchange meeting. There was another round of verbal confrontation. After a few hours, Zheng Chengyan regretted not buying it A box of throat mints was in his pocket.

It was already dark, and when he returned to the hotel, he was still sitting at the small round table, eating the French food provided by the hotel, and watching the video sent by Aunt Li during the day, and Mocha snatched the children's slide in the community, and the big one ran up and down the slide Those who play are not afraid of getting tired.

There is also an indoor video of more than ten seconds. After returning home, Mocha is very obedient, lying on the carpet in Wen Yanshu's bedroom and flicking his tail, probably missing his master.

Why don't you run to his bedroom? I don't know if Mocha wants him or not.

I don't know if Wen Yanshu misses him or not.

I don't know if Wen Yanshu wants Mocha.

It’s not easy to ask others’ thoughts, but with a cat as an auxiliary line, things will be much easier. Zheng Chengyan left the knife and fork, not sure whether Wen Yanshu is convenient at the moment, so he still sends a text message: Do you want Mocha? ?

The screen was suddenly filled with the phone request interface, Zheng Chengyan looked at Wen Yanshu's profile picture in a daze, hurriedly pressed the connect button and put the phone to his ear, almost blurted out his sincerity because of the note that occupied his field of vision just now The "wife".

In the end, rationality prevailed, and I yelled "Yanshu" in a normal way, but due to excessive use of my voice today, my voice was a bit hoarse. It sounded like I was sick or just woke up. Maybe it's most like crying over your partner's absence.

The completeness and fullness of Wen Yanshu's spiritual world is only limited to the time of making aroma, but now he is at a loss: "What's wrong with your voice?"

Zheng Chengyan simplified: "Too many meetings today."

Wen Yanshu's tote bag was placed beside the bed, and he covered the mints he bought at the airport through the fabric, saying "drink more hot water" was too perfunctory, so he changed the phrase: "Don't drink water for the next two days. Coffee."

"Okay," Zheng Chengyan said, "Do you want to watch Mocha?"

Wen Yanshu got out of bed with the notebook spread out on his knees, put on his slippers and walked to the terrace. When the cool breeze blew his face, he realized that he was smiling: "I really want to, or hang up now, You send me a video?"

Zheng Chengyan was dismantled by the other party's excuses in a few words. He smiled, knowing that the other party didn't really want to end the call, so he didn't hang up obediently. He picked up the fork in his right hand and pulled the red wine foie gras, and said, "Again! Let's chat for a while, Mocha will not be too late."

Wen Yanshu asked: "You have a bad throat, don't you want to go to bed early?"

"What time is it? I just finished eating—" Zheng Chengyan slammed on the brakes. It should be almost early morning in China, "I just finished supper."

"Working overtime?" Wen Yanshu looked far away at the silvery sea under the night sky.

The metal fork in Zheng Chengyan's hand hit the porcelain plate: "Well, there's a lot of work."

Neither of them often called each other, and fell silent without saying a few words. Zheng Chengyan leaned on the window to listen to Wen Yanshu's breathing, as if the light voice was not coming from the receiver, but was sent by the sea breeze outside the window. .

"I took some time to go shopping in the mall yesterday, and the pair of tie clips have already been bought," Zheng Chengyan said, "I quite like it."

Wen Yanshu couldn't lift the tie clip, and his chest hurts when he mentioned it: "Choose something else."

"Help me choose when you come back?" Zheng Chengyan finished eating, and piled up the empty plates, "Don't pin the ones, it's fine once or twice, and tie too much will cost a tie."

Wen Yanshu leaned on the guardrail, resting his chin on his forearm: "I have a pair of unused tie clips in my room, take them, I don't need them."

Zheng Chengyan is not at home now, so he can't go to Wen Yanshu's room to look for it: "What kind?"

"Pack what you've seen before." Wen Yanshu's voice was a little lonely, "The bag my mother gave me, and there is a tie in it, are all on the chest of drawers."

Zheng Chengyan had no plans to take away the gift his mother gave to his son, so he just asked, "Why don't you want it anymore?"

"I don't usually wear formal clothes. If she understands me, she won't give me things I don't need." Wen Yanshu returned to the bedroom and fell back on the bed.

Zheng Chengyan heard the sound of the mattress spring being pressed, and seemed to feel Wen Yanshu's distress from it: "Then what can I give you to understand you?"

Wen Yanshu turned over, lay on the pillow, and said, "Don't talk to me."

"I don't want you." Zheng Chengyan took a sip of water to moisten his throat, but he was reluctant to hang up the phone, "Then if I give you a gift, how do I know if you like it or not?"

The fuselage was hot, Wen Yanshu held it in another hand: "What gift?"

"Ask knowingly?" Zheng Chengyan smiled, "Birthday gift."

In previous years, neither of them took birthdays seriously. Wen Yanshu didn't even want to face his own birthday, which meant meeting Zhong Baiying and being prepared to be scolded before saying anything.

He buried half of his face in the soft pillow, as if speaking this way would not sound like a thorn: "I'm still staying in France on the tenth day, so I can't celebrate my birthday together."

Zheng Chengyan echoed: "International express delivery can't be delivered so fast."

Hearing the other party's relaxed tone, Wen Yanshu was inexplicably disappointed: "Yes."

Zheng Chengyan said: "Then I will think of another way."

After the phone call, Zheng Chengyan finally remembered to reserve a seat for Mocha. The video about grabbing the slide was not sent to Wen Yanshu, because there was a shadow of Aunt Li on it, which would reveal his secrets. He sent another one with a Voice: "I found your streamer, and I will return it to you."

Zheng Chengyan's mission in Nice was basically completed, he got enough sleep that night, checked out the next day, packed his luggage and drove to Grasse.

The Perfume Town is built along the mountain, and all you can see are bright orange buildings. The passable roads are not spacious, so Zheng Chengyan simply parked the car in one place and walked around on foot with his bags.

Although the town is small, there are a lot of shops on both sides of the road. Zheng Chengyan imagined that Wen Yanshu walked through these streets and alleys alone in those years when he was studying in France.

In front of a handicraft store, Zheng Chengyan stopped, exhaling a cloud of white mist from his pocket.

When the door was opened and the wind chimes rang, Zheng Chengyan looked at the owner of the shop who was meticulously wiping the handicrafts, and asked politely in French: "Hi, may I make a gift for my lover here?"