Olfactory failure

The fragrance room, which had been vacant for a week, was full of fragrances. The first thing Wen Yanshu did when he entered was to open the windows for ventilation, and then he changed his coat into a white coat.

Just after washing his hands and stepping out of the bathroom, Jiang Er also came back with a bag: "Group Leader Wen, the administrative assistant just informed that the meeting will start at 09:30."

This is the practice of the perfume department every Monday. Wen Yanshu didn't need to be reminded by others at all, he just responded lightly and sat down to tinker with the bottles and cans on the table.

Glancing over there, Jiang Er was still waiting for his next words from the corner of the eye, and he said knowingly, "Why, are you waiting for me to announce the results of the assessment?"

Jiang Er chuckled, and said embarrassedly: "I've been worried for the whole weekend, but in fact, I can still hold on if I hang on a little bit."

Wen Yanshu took down two raw material bottles from the shelf, and said, "After today's meeting, go to No. [-] fragrance room to mix the revised formula, and give me the business trip report in the afternoon, and I will tell you the result of the assessment in the evening." .”

It was only 09 minutes before 30:5, Wen Yanshu gathered his notebook and left the fragrance room, and went to the conference room to find a seat at the back.

The projection was on, and the outline of the meeting was listed on the curtain, one of which was about the joint incense making in January.

This convening document has been released in the work group two weeks ago. Wen Yanshu originally thought that the supervisor would assign tasks to other members of the perfume department during the business trip, but he did not expect to mention it at the meeting this week. He slightly Use your brain to guess what the supervisor's intention is.

Sure enough, when the meeting was over, Wen Yanshu was politely stopped by the supervisor when Wen Yanshu left at the end: "Group leader Wen, do you have any intention to participate?"

Wen Yanshu avoided answering and kicked the ball back: "Isn't it just a platform for other colleagues in the perfume department?"

A senior perfumer with profound qualifications, the value he created for the company is immeasurable. Wen Yanshu's performance and contribution to Nafieli are enough to reject a job that has no interest, but he is still empty-handed. There is no room for negotiation, because he himself is hesitant about this matter.

He was reluctant to risk one of his most precious designs.

"This is a rare opportunity. The media and fashion workers from all over the world are paying attention to this joint event. The superior hopes that all interested perfumers of Nafieli will sign up to participate." The supervisor said, "Actually, the company is interested in you. If you can be selected, you The formed design in hand can just be promoted on a wider scale."

Wen Yanshu raised his eyebrows and changed his mind: "I'll think about it."

Not long after returning to the incense room and sitting down, Wen Yanshu received a message from Zheng Chengyan: I feel so uncomfortable.

It is rare for Wen Yanshu not to recognize the bed last night. He had a good dream in the heat covering his chest and back. Today, he woke up from Zheng Chengyan's arms, only to find that a quilt had run over himself and Mocha. , and Zheng Chengyan looked at his whole body except for his pajamas, only a corner of his pajamas was draped.

Before parting in the morning, it was quite normal, Wen Yanshu typed and replied: What is uncomfortable?

Zheng Chengyan quickly replied: It's very hot.

The weather outside the window was gloomy. When Wen Yanshu just came back from the meeting room, he heard the administrative assistant say that it will rain tonight.

It is easy to catch cold in this kind of weather. Wen Yanshu was worried that Zheng Chengyan's physical condition would decline due to overtime work.

He dialed the phone, and as soon as he got through, he heard the other party's slightly deep voice, which seemed to be a sign of a cold: "Have you asked the secretary to buy you medicine?"

Zheng Chengyan is not sick or in pain, so he doesn't need to take any medicine. He started to jump for joy when he saw the two words added in the notebook. Imagining how Wen Yanshu was writing down this title while reciting silently, he felt hot all over his body, with After the long morning meeting with this kind of emotion, he couldn't help but pick up his phone and moan without illness.

He swallowed the mints that Wen Yanshu bought for him at the airport to relieve his fire, and said, "Just took it."

Wen Yanshu was tricked many times and fell for it: "What time do you get off work tonight? I'll pick you up."

Zheng Chengyan took advantage of his busy schedule to play hard to get: "I have too much work when I come back from a business trip. You Lin helped me arrange the work until ten o'clock in the evening, and said that I just avoided the torrential rain tonight."

Wen Yanshu didn't mean to comfort others: "She is also reasonable, then I won't pick you up, you call the driver and ask him to drive, remember to put on an extra coat."

Zheng Chengyan seemed to have forgotten how to trouble the driver to help him up the stairs after the dinner party last time: "His wife must annoy me to death if he calls the driver at such a late hour."

Wen Yanshu said, "Do you want some soup? I'll bring it for you."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Chengyan suddenly felt that it didn't matter if he worked overtime tonight until the early morning.

Wen Yanshu gave up the idea of ​​working overtime tonight. He moved the raw material bottle on the table to make room for the formula book, and took out the pass card sandwiched inside and handed it to Jiang Er who was about to go to No. 10 fragrance room: "Here I leave three [-] minutes to use it."

"Okay, thank you, Team Leader Wen." Jiang Er put on his pass and started to leave, but Wen Yanshu called him again: "Jiang Er, do you plan to sign up for that event?"

Jiang Er hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"Registration will be closed at [-]:[-] pm tomorrow, and you can mix the fragrance to me today." Wen Yanshu said, "If there is nothing wrong with my inspection, you can adjust it according to the ingredient list at the event, and then make it yourself according to the theme Adjust accordingly."

"But……"

"No but." Wen Yanshu picked up his mobile phone and went to the comprehensive archives room, "Whether you stay or stay in Nafili in the future, the results of the activities may become a part of your resume."

The archives room and the perfume department are not on the same floor. While waiting for the elevator, Wen Yanshu bumped into the supervisor who was going to the photocopying room with the documents in his hands. He revealed his intention to the other party by the way.

The supervisor was pleasantly surprised after hearing this: "Really?"

Wen Yanshu's tone was indifferent: "Well, it has been decided."

The city was shrouded in dark clouds for a day, and at dusk a sudden wind blew up. Wen Yanshu looked down from the window on the twelfth floor, and the bare branches all over the street were blown and swayed.

One after another, Nafieli's employees came out of the building and walked towards the bus station. No one wanted to stay in the company and work overtime on the eve of the rainstorm.

The fragrance room also turned off the lights, Wen Yanshu closed the doors and windows and left, first went to the canteen for dinner, then drove out of the underground garage after eating, just in time to meet a delivery person from a nearby restaurant at the entrance of the company.

The meteorological station is still late in predicting the time of rain.

Almost at the moment when we slipped into the right path, the rain came in a hurry. At first, it was dense and silent, but when we reached the downstairs of the IDR, it suddenly became a squall.

The mobile phone on the instrument panel vibrated, Wen Yanshu touched it, and Zheng Chengyan sent him a message: The weather is bad, so don't come here.

Wen Yanshu deliberately tricked people: I just got off work, so I'll go home on another route.

The situation of IDR at this time is similar to that of Nafeli. The departments on each floor turned off the lights early and left. Wen Yanshu raised his umbrella and looked up. The layer is lonely and pitifully lit up a whole row.

Wen Yanshu entered the lobby with his things in his hands, and when he put away his umbrella, he ran into a familiar face. It was Zheng Chengyan's secretary who received him the last time he came.

You Lin also saw him, and greeted him friendly: "Mr. Wen, are you here to pick up Mr. Zheng from get off work?"

Secretary Wen Yan recalled what Zheng Chengyan complained to him today: "Come and work overtime with him."

You Lin was psychologically shadowed by the boss's solemn expression today, and she was also wary of saying the wrong thing when talking to the boss's bedside person: "Mr.

Wen Yanshu accepted this compliment, and also expressed consideration for the hard work of the other party: "Today I ran errands to help buy medicine, thank you for your hard work."

Who would have thought that You Lin showed a puzzled look: "Buy medicine?"

Wen Yanshu noticed something unusual: "Isn't he sick?"

You Lin smiled and said, "No, Mr. Zheng is in a good state of mind, and the volume of the meeting today is louder than usual."

Wen Yanshu, who vaguely felt that he had been tricked, wanted to turn around and leave, and was worried that Zheng Chengyan was just pretending to be strong in front of the employees. After much deliberation, he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button on the [-]th floor.

The sound-absorbing carpet in the corridor swallowed every footstep, and the door of the chief office was half-closed and not closed tightly. As we approached, Wen Yanshu saw Zheng Chengyan busy at his desk through the open gap.

The rain curtain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is dense, and Wen Yanshu felt severe cold on the way, but now seeing Zheng Chengyan sitting behind a large desk, the cup of hot coffee in his hand probably best interprets Wen Yanshu's heart. rise in temperature.

His hands were full and it was inconvenient to knock on the door. Wen Yanshu opened the door with his elbow and walked in. Zheng Chengyan thought it was the secretary, so he didn't lift his head: "It's over the line. It doesn't mean you don't have to knock on the door when you are off work."

Wen Yanshu stopped in front of him: "Then I go out?"

Zheng Chengyan seemed to be out of consciousness, stopped writing for a moment, then raised his head in a daze: "Why are you here?"

The thick glass windows cannot block the sound of the torrential rain outside. Wen Yanshu uses the olfactory system to collect the mellow aroma of coffee, the calm aroma of ink, and the light rosewood aroma. These mixed aromas were exhausted by the hug last night Let him feel at ease: "Although the weather is bad, the mood is not bad."

Zheng Chengyan smacked through Wen Yanshu's rhetoric, but couldn't tell whether it was hinting or not, and his eyes first shifted away from his face.

Wen Yanshu's heart is like a mirror, but pretending not to know what the other party is thinking, he found a place to put down the heavy thing in his hand: "Is this violet still alive?"

"No, I changed it twice later, and I was never willing to change it." Zheng Chengyan put down his pen, walked around from behind the desk, stood behind Wen Yanshu and stretched out his arms to support the edge of the table, blocking people between himself and him. There is no way to go between the desks, "Why are you not in a bad mood?"

Wen Yanshu brought out the lunch box in the takeaway thermal bag: "Because I made a decision, I will tell you later."

Zheng Chengyan kept looking forward, but asked too much, pointed to another paper bag and asked, "What is that?"

It was the other party's coat that Wen Yanshu had borrowed from Zheng's house before, and it had been kept in the car since then, and it finally came in handy for worrying that Zheng Chengyan would catch a cold today.

Wen Yanshu didn't answer, but asked instead: "Didn't you say you were uncomfortable this morning? Where is the discomfort?"

The voice in the ear suddenly sank, more like an estrus warning than a cold precursor: "It's okay if you don't mention it."