Olfactory failure

Before the scoring session was over, Jiang Er lowered his neck and flashed out against the door.

He walked forward quickly, just wanting to avoid the scrutinizing eyes and boundless reprimands chasing after him, but after only a few steps, his way was blocked by someone.

Wen Yanshu put down the arm blocking Jiang Er: "Look up."

Jiang Er grabbed his trousers with his hands hanging by his legs, and lifted his face that had been buried for a long time.

From the excitement of submitting the registration form, to the anxiety of signing in and entering the event site in the morning, and finally seeing the final decision with an angry face from the judges, his career as a perfumer seems to have been nailed to the pillar of shame at the very beginning.

Wen Yanshu was a little taller than him, and when he looked down at him with no waves on his face, his eyes seemed to be covered with ice balls. Jiang Er couldn't avoid it, so he called out "Group Leader Wen" in a low voice.

If it wasn't for Wen Yanshu's proximity to the other party, the sound would have been almost drowned out by the unquenched noise in the arena.

He put his hands into his pockets again. If he didn't hide them, his unstoppable trembling might reveal his emotions.

On this trip today, Wen Yanshu was purely lucky enough to deny his intuition for many days with what he saw with his own eyes. Now that his thoughts are verified, there is no need to stay at the scene. He turned around and said coldly: "Let's go." Bar."

It wasn't until she got into the car and leaned back on the seat after several hours of stiffness, that Wen Yanshu let out a sigh of relief.

The door on the right was also closed, and Jiang Er was digging at the edge of his recipe book on the co-pilot without saying a word.

Wen Yanshu adjusted his mood, and stretched out his hand to the side without squinting: "Let me see the recipe book."

"It's nothing to see." Jiang Er was dejected, "It was my lack of ability that messed up the game."

Wen Yanshu didn't speak, and his hands didn't move.

Seconds passed, his palm was heavy, and Jiang Er put the recipe book into his hand.

The winter dusk came very early, Wen Yanshu opened the first page of the recipe book, just as the sunset was hitting Jiang Er’s signature through the window, the orange streak was beautiful.

If today's events hadn't happened, then this piece of color would have become Jiang Er's morning glow, but it's a pity that at this time it has become twilight.

Wen Yanshu read very carefully. This book was used by Jiang Er when he followed him. It recorded Jiang Er’s knowledge gained since he entered Nafili. More than ten pages.

Turning to the back, a sense of familiarity rushed towards Wen Yanshu. It was the words and sentences he had recorded in his own recipe book. Although the data were almost the same, the available ingredients were basically the same.

Wen Yanshu closed the book and handed it back, resting his right hand on the armrest box and knocking repeatedly.

In his seemingly calm state, Jiang Er couldn't hold his breath at first: "I don't understand."

Wen Yanshu looked at the street scene outside the window and asked, "What don't you understand?"

Jiang Er swallowed his saliva several times before he could barely suppress the choking in his throat: "You spent a long time developing this formula, how could you make a mistake? Even if the amount of spices is slightly different, it does not affect the order of volatilization. The final presentation effect will not change much under the circumstances, how could it be completely rejected by the judges?!"

The farther to the back, the faster Jiang Er spoke, the last sentence was almost a roar, so that when the end of the sentence was stopped and the carriage suddenly fell into silence, Wen Yanshu still felt the ringing in his ears.

He bent over and picked up the bag at his feet, took out a few A4 papers and handed them over: "I found this in the general archives room, please see if there is any mistake."

How much time was used by which employee in No. 10 fragrance room to swipe the pass is recorded in black and white. At first, Wen Yanshu stipulated that Jiang Er could only use it for six to 10 minutes a day, but in the days when Wen Yanshu went out occasionally, he The time to enter and leave No. [-] fragrance room is much more than [-] minutes.

Jiang Er didn't dare to believe it: "So you doubted me from the beginning?"

"It's not suspicion, it's because I'm used to being careful. This is my usual style, and it has nothing to do with who the target is." Wen Yanshu finally turned to look at him, "In other words, this is my second test for you. Maybe You have seen my formula before and became malicious because of it. I can pretend to be ignorant if I don’t implement it. But since the day I flew to Grasse, I deliberately changed to a new formula. If you make a mistake again It's your problem."

The old recipe book was left at home by him, and the new book was full of bad recipes that he set unreasonable values. For this reason, he deliberately stayed in the same suite with Jiang Er when he transferred to Guangzhou, and put the equipment in the bedroom before entering the bedroom. The bag with the fake formula was left in the living room; after returning to China, he also kept the pass card in this formula book many times, and every time Jiang Er borrowed or returned it, he could peep and memorize the data inside.

Jiang Er was still in a daze on the co-pilot, Wen Yanshu looked away from him again: "How many times have I told you that your ability is fine, your creation is very thoughtful, I revised it for you It is more than enough to take the work to the competition, but you would rather choose to be opportunistic."

They sat in the car for too long, and there were crowds of people leaving in twos and threes at the hotel gate not far away. After thinking about it for a while, they could deduce that today's fragrance mixing activity in China has ended.

With a probability of one in ten, there will always be people who are happy and others who are sad, but none of this has anything to do with Jiang Er.

Although he couldn't bear it, Wen Yanshu was still doing business. He unlocked the car and signaled the people beside him to get out of the car at will: "The internship assessment is over, your grades are unqualified."

Jiang Er hurriedly raised his head: "Group leader Wen..."

"Come to the company tomorrow as usual," Wen Yanshu put on his seat belt, "Remember to fill out the resignation application tonight, and what you did today has seriously affected Nafieli's reputation. I can't help you Come on, think of a remedy for yourself."

His tone can be said to be peaceful, and he can't hear the slightest disgust outside of alienation, but anyone with a little brain can read through the extreme disappointment in his words.

There are a lot of people outside, and getting off the car at this moment will only attract the attention of perfumers from all over the place again. Jiang Er grabbed the door handle and tried to make up for it: "Group leader Wen, I'm sorry."

Wen Yanshu ran out of patience: "Don't apologize to me, you haven't taken anything from me."

The engine started, and he looked ahead: "Get out of the car."

When it was time to get off work, Wen Yanshu stepped on the accelerator to merge into the traffic on the main road, and went aimlessly along the nearby road. After being forced to stop by a red light, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zheng Chengyan, saying that he would not be going home today time to eat.

The light changed, he turned on the right light and drove towards the Golden Bridge Club. After showing his membership card, he took the elevator up to the fourth floor. After entering the shooting gallery, he asked for the double-barreled Beretta shotgun he was used to.

The last time he came here was because of the cold face in front of Zhong Baiying, but his mother's premonition was right, he thought he could bring out a qualified senior perfumer with his own hands, but within two months, he still ended up with nothing.

The results of shooting with his mind still unsatisfactory, the bullets were exhausted, Wen Yanshu sat on the spot exhaustedly, buried his face in his folded arms on his knees.

The effect of self-dissolution was minimal, and Wen Yanshu felt that he needed to go home and hug Mocha.

The phone vibrated lightly against his thigh, he took it out, and Zheng Chengyan called him after sending multiple messages without getting a reply.

Wen Yanshu stood up on the ground while answering: "Hello?"

"Working overtime?" Zheng Chengyan asked.

The depressed state of mind that lasted from the afternoon to the present eased a little when he heard Zheng Chengyan's voice. Wen Yanshu wrapped the gun around his forearm twice: "No, I'm ready to go home."

As soon as he turned around to leave the shooting area, Wen Yanshu saw from the reflective mirror wall that the part of his trousers that had touched the ground was scuffed with obvious dirt. I feel that I don't just need to go home and hug Mocha at this moment.

The face in the mirror showed an aggrieved expression where no one could see, and he helplessly asked Zheng Chengyan on the phone: "What should I do, my pants are dirty."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Chengyan looked at the location sent by Wen Yanshu and smiled silently.

You Lin, who stayed in the company and worked overtime, knocked on the door and came in to put down a pile of organized documents: "Just push these until tomorrow."

"Thank you." Zheng Chengyan saw that she had put her bag on her shoulders, "By the way?"

"Well, go to the cafeteria and leave." Yulin looked at her watch, "Are you still busy?"

"There's still a little left, let's put it off until tomorrow. Yanshu just called me." Zheng Chengyan felt superior when he said this, but Yu Lin, who had been in love with her boyfriend for eight years, didn't feel emotional and said goodbye After that, he stepped on his high heels and left the office neatly.

Zheng Chengyan went into the lounge and changed into casual sportswear, took out the gym bag and stuffed two or three sets of clothes into it, and drove away from the IDR building with the briefcase in his hand.

Wen Yanshu was sitting on the sofa on the first floor of the club waiting for him, when he looked up and saw him push the door in, Wen Yanshu stood up immediately, seemed to think of something, and sat back in a hurry.

Zheng Chengyan's eyes were sharp, and the moment Wen Yanshu got up, he saw the gray and black stains on the light-colored trousers of the other party. When he approached, he stretched out his hand to Wen Yanshu: "Change here?"

"Go to the gymnasium on the second floor, there is a locker room there." Wen Yanshu put his hand on it, "Why are you dressed like this, company fun games?"

"Where is the time to be so free at the end of the year." Zheng Chengyan said, "See if you need a training partner, and the sportswear is also brought for you."

Wen Yanshu stood up as he said, and pulled Zheng Chengyan behind him: "Help me block it."

Zheng Chengyan's clothes were a little longer on Wen Yanshu's body, and the cuffs and trousers were folded up just right. Wen Yanshu briefly threw away his troubles and Zheng Chengyan went from anaerobic to aerobic , sweating profusely when he came down from the equipment, Zheng Chengyan held his arm and gave him a hand.

There are a lot of people in the fitness center at this point, and one row of showers will be full. Just when Wen Yanshu was hesitant, Zheng Chengyan carried the bag and fished people into the remaining shower room: "Come here."

The clothes of the two were piled up on the ledge, and each other's bodies were drenched by the warm water poured down from their heads, and there was a buddy next door humming a tune while taking a shower.

No one was in the mood to get the shower gel, Zheng Chengyan rubbed off the water beads hanging on Wen Yanshu's chest with his fingers, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing with your head down, mine looks good?"

The shower room of less than one square meter was cramped for two people, and the sound of the water swallowed up most of the sound of breathing. Wen Yanshu was ashamed to deal with this kind of topic, not to mention that he still wanted to go home and find Mocha for a hug.

But the comfort he wanted most could only be given by the person in front of him. Wen Yanshu took a step forward, embraced Zheng Chengyan, who was also dripping wet, and lifted a pair of wet eyelashes: "Zheng Chengyan, I Very hungry."