Olfactory failure

The time to return to China is set at No.11 in the morning. Before that, Wen Yanshu took a trip to the Hua Gongna factory, which contains the ancient production process of essential oils. He likes to watch the expensive sesame oils humming in the operation of the machine Extracted and extracted, their birth means the beginning of all perfume stories.

The factory bred a new variety of spices last month. Wen Yanshu happened to be invited to evaluate and conduct a sensory experience. Zheng Chengyan and Wen Yanshu have met him for the first time since they knew each other. Communication, the confident and professional appearance attracted him to move his eyes, and the thousands of flowers around him were inferior.

The visit to Hua Gongna ended at dusk. Wen Yanshu and the brown-haired and gray-eyed Frenchman said goodbye to each other, and left with a bag full of flowers given by factory working women, and touched Zheng Chengyan who was waiting beside him: "gone."

Jiang Er took a buckle notebook and followed in short steps, always lagging a step or two behind them without disturbing them. Wen Yanshu looked away, and the other party was still buried in writing about his travel experience.

Without interrupting the other party's train of thought, he turned around and asked Zheng Chengyan who was standing beside him: "Would you feel bored following me today?"

"No," Zheng Chengyan said, "it's just a field trip, and we can think about it from another angle when we make advertising plans for fragrance products in the future."

Coming out of Hua Gongna, the entire road ahead is covered with golden light, and the fragrance in the air seems to be alive with it.

Wen Yanshu used to think that this job that requires dealing with fragrance alone is lonely, so he has always only created stories, but never said it with his mouth. Today, he found that there are always people around him who are willing to listen.

As if he knew what he was thinking at the moment, when he was about to arrive at the parking spot, Zheng Chengyan suddenly pronounced a sentence in French with a standard pronunciation: "La solitude est comme unp? le magnétique quile conduitausommet."

Wen Yanshu was lowering his head to rub the pollen on his fingers, but he raised his face in a daze.

Zheng Chengyan asked: "Is there no impression?"

Of course Wen Yanshu has an impression, this is his favorite line in "Perfume" - loneliness is like a magnetic pole, leading him to the top.

What surprised him was not that Zheng Chengyan was also proficient in French, but that Zheng Chengyan had also watched this niche movie and remembered the lines so familiarly: "I thought you hadn't seen it, but I told you with great interest on the way to work. For the plot, you just laughed and said nothing the whole time, and I regretted it for a long time after returning to the company and sitting down."

Just a few steps away from the car, Zheng Chengyan pressed the key to get off the car: "Because I haven't seen it, I can't comment on it, but I went to see it that night."

Wen Yanshu asked, "How do you feel?"

Zheng Chengyan couldn't bear to say that when he saw the screen full of fleshy colors near the end, he dreamed of having sex with Wen Yanshu. That night was so hot that he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, he almost pushed Mocha and the cat out of the bed.

He walked around to the co-pilot and opened the door, and said politely: "The only feeling is that you have spoiled everything."

Wen Yanshu lowered his eyebrows and smiled, lowered his neck and got into the passenger seat to fasten his seat belt.

Zheng Chengyan went back and sat up, and habitually pressed the lock with his left hand on the car door: "Actually, it's not like looking at flowers in the fog. The biggest insight is related to you. The protagonist in it has never understood love from beginning to end." , so in the end he would rather choose to go to death with his own fragrance."

He turned to look at Wen Yanshu: "I used to think that line resembled you, so I wrote it down. It wasn't until I saw your relaxed posture at work just now that I realized that you are not alone. In the world of searching for incense, you are not only Because of talent, probably more because of having a passion.”

The car was about to start, Wen Yanshu suddenly forgot something, suddenly turned around and looked, Jiang Er was standing outside the rear window, slapping his face anxiously.

Zheng Chengyan reluctantly unlocked it. He was the uninvited guest today, but he insisted on finding a reason to excuse himself: "It's the same car, I thought I went to Nafeli to pick you up from get off work."

Wen Yanshu is well aware of Zheng Chengyan's temperament, this person has never been a driver for anyone other than his family, and today it is unbalanced to make an exception for outsiders.

He grabbed the steering wheel and asked, "Should I drive?"

Zheng Chengyan was even more displeased, Wen Yanshu only suffered a crime last night, it would be too unqualified for him to really give up the driver.

But it is inconvenient to say it on the face of it, Zheng Chengyan took Wen Yanshu's face into consideration, grabbed his hand and put it on the armrest box, and rejected the other party's suggestion in another way: "There are mints in the armrest box. I feed one."

There was silence all the way in the carriage, Wen Yanshu took Jiang Er’s notepad and flipped through it, just like correcting homework, making up for a mistake here, adding a knowledge point there, and just finished reading it downstairs in the hotel, otherwise you have to read it in the hotel. Write "read" in the lower right corner.

He handed the notebook back to Jiang Er: "Go up first, and understand what I marked for you. Go to bed early tonight, check out at seven tomorrow morning, and don't oversleep."

After Jiang Er thanked him, he got out of the car with his notebook in his pocket. Zheng Chengyan turned off the engine but didn't unbuckle his seat belt, and stared at the phone without saying a word.

Wen Yanshu leaned over to help him press the lock, but Zheng Chengyan put on the privacy film, so he couldn't see anything: "Look at the weather forecast?"

Zheng Chengyan is very good at pretending: "Look for Yulin to book a plane ticket, and try to be on the same flight with you."

Wen Yanshu satisfies his thirst for knowledge quite cooperatively: "But I have ordered it for you by the way."

As soon as the screen went dark, Zheng Chengyan put away his phone: "Suddenly I remembered that it's already late at night in China, so I don't want to disturb the secretary's rest."

The two people who were abroad hadn't eaten yet. After returning to the hotel, they didn't go to the guest room floor, but went straight to the restaurant to settle the dinner. They thought that the red wine was a special treatment only for the room order, but they also enjoyed the same gift in the restaurant.

The seat by the window can see the sea flowing in the lights of the town, Wen Yanshu is digging mashed potatoes, and he is still thinking about what Zheng Chengyan said to him when he got in the car.

If Jiang Er didn't just get into the car at that time, he still wanted to correct Zheng Chengyan's point. There is a difference between the love that the protagonist has been pursuing in "Perfume" and the love mentioned by Zheng Chengyan.

He was once as confused about love as the protagonist, but now he has found the answer from Zheng Chengyan and has enough time to explore more.

Zheng Chengyan, who was sitting across from him, was finally willing to put down the menu that hid his face, and rang the bell to ask someone to add a dish of foie gras. Unexpectedly, when the foie gras was brought to the table, it was accompanied by red wine again.

Wen Yanshu looked at the third extra goblet on the table and said, "Is the red wine here free of charge?"

Zheng Chengyan wiped his hands with a hot towel, and first ate a piece of smoked silver carp as an appetizer: "I'm not happy to give it to you. If you want to add dishes later, you can add them one by one. Let the restaurant give you a few more glasses."

Wen Yanshu seemed to get to know the person in front of him again: "I didn't realize that you like taking advantage so much before."

Zheng Chengyan laughed, not angry: "Who am I taking advantage of?"

Wen Yanshu didn't hear the annoyance from this laugh: "The owner of the restaurant, who else could it be?"

The plates on the table are generally large and the portions are small. Zheng Chengyan moved the hot dishes to the middle after finishing the cold meal, so as not to touch the wine, and pushed the wine glass to the empty space on Wen Yanshu's side without changing his face: " If you're not drunk, you can still call me husband, I don't mind taking advantage of others."

Zheng Chengyan used an ordinary voice for this sentence, Wen Yanshu hurriedly looked around, and after a while remembered that there are foreigners who can't understand Chinese.

Unexpectedly, he would be the one who was taken advantage of in the end, Wen Yanshu was about to mash the remaining mashed potatoes into pancakes, he could not take this plate, he pushed it away, hesitated between several main meals, and finally picked up the wine glass to drink He took a sip and tried to take a step towards compromise.

Zheng Chengyan left him room for improvement, beckoned to the waiter to remove the two empty plates, Wen Yanshu asked, "When did you learn French?"

"University, I always fell asleep listening to a class, so I simply put on my earphones and took French online classes at the last row."

Wen Yanshu couldn't hide his concern: "Did you pass that course?"

"One week before the exam, I made up the notes of a buddy in the same dormitory, and I passed." Zheng Chengyan said, "After that semester, I was able to watch a French movie without subtitles in its entirety."

Wen Yanshu always felt that the other party was suspicious of a male peacock spreading his tail, but Zheng Chengyan sat upright and he couldn't find any faults, so he cut to the point: "Are you trying to compliment?"

Zheng Chengyan made many preparations and was almost exhausted: "It's not obvious yet?"

Wen Yanshu said: "Then let's watch French movies without subtitles together."

Wen Yanshu drank two of the three glasses of red wine, but he was not drunk, and when he took the elevator back to the guest room floor, he met a man whose shirt was not fully buttoned, and did not look sideways.

The flowers sent by Hua Gongna's women were squeezed in Wen Yanshu's coat pocket for several hours, and finally they were taken out and placed on the table after arriving at the suite.

The flowers with the stems removed are not long, Wen Yanshu picks the most beautiful morning camellia and pins it to the breast pocket of the suit on the sofa.

Zheng Chengyan was on the sidelines counting his luggage early, originally it would not be too late to do it after getting up tomorrow morning, but he was worried about going to bed late later, worried that he would oversleep tomorrow.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Wen Yanshu's hand evacuated from his suit jacket: "What are you doing sneakily?"

Wen Yanshu turned sideways to tidy up the materials on the coffee table, and let him see them openly: "I didn't steal it, and I'll add some accessories to your clothes."

Zheng Chengyan had learned from experience, so he resisted the urge to pick up the phone and ask You Lin about the language of flowers, picked up a morning tea rowan flower petal, and put it in his notebook.

The notebook was placed on the coffee table undisguisedly, like a hint.

Wen Yanshu kept his gentlemanly demeanor and did not touch him, but Zheng Chengyan called him through the shower curtain not long after he picked up his clothes and entered the bathroom: "Yanshu, write down the date in the notebook for me."

Wen Yanshu sat down at the coffee table immediately, reached for the notebook and took down the pen.

Along with Zheng Chengyan's voice, there is also a light orange blossom fragrance: "December 12th."

When the book was opened, Zheng Chengyan's flamboyant handwriting spread all over the paper, and the two petals that fell with the flipping did not fit in the strong grass everywhere.

One was morning camellia, the other violet, the latter flat and dry, and looking well preserved.

Wen Yanshu clamped the petals back in astonishment, turned to the blank page at the back and wrote down the date: "Okay."

Zheng Chengyan continued: "Get off work on time, and spend Christmas with Wen Yanshu."

There was the sound of water splashing again in the bathroom, Wen Yanshu was distracted by the line he had written, and turned forward to the title page after a while.

He picked a place under Zheng Chengyan's signature, just as small as a fingernail, like a primary school student practicing calligraphy, and wrote two characters stroke by stroke——

husband.