Olfactory failure

"Hello."

Just as Wen Yanshu put down the empty plate, he turned around and saw a strange face.

The other party touched around 24, wearing a casual suit of ordinary fabric, with a red wine glass wrapped in his palm, it is not difficult to see that he wants to pack himself into a sophisticated appearance, but the small details easily reveal his experience.

Being watched by him, the young man hurriedly stretched out his right hand: "I am an on-the-job apprentice of 'Light Sensation Perfume', this time the company specially sent me here to exchange fragrance experience with the elders."

"Senior." Wen Yanshu corrected.

"That's right, senior." The little apprentice laughed sheepishly, and the right hand he handed over was still in mid-air.

Wen Yanshu shook his hand back, touched it symbolically and then withdrew his hand: "Don't be nervous."

The little apprentice obviously recognized him, and chattered endlessly to express his appreciation and love for the several flavor products he had designed. Wen Yanshu listened silently, just as the receptionist who was holding a wine asked in a low voice if he wanted wine. Ordered a glass of champagne and held it in hand.

The conversation seemed to be interrupted at this moment. The little apprentice scratched his glass and asked, "Am I being too wordy?"

Wen Yanshu shook his head: "Just discuss my works, why don't you talk about your own?"

"I..." The little apprentice hesitated, "I'm still in the stage of imitating incense, and I don't have any works."

"You are wearing a semi-finished product designed by yourself, right?" Wen Yanshu said, "Introduction?"

It was the first time for a young apprentice to face a senior perfumer of an international brand. He was so nervous that he covered a glass of red wine with heat, but his eyes were clear: "Actually, it's not a semi-finished product. The one I set has no base note."

This perfume, designed by a fledgling apprentice perfumer, uses relatively simple ingredients. Wen Yanshu can identify more than a dozen plant fragrances including white flowers without sniffing carefully. He guides the other party to say: "It's very refreshing. Nuxiang, what story did you write in it?"

The little apprentice was encouraged, and his tense nerves at the beginning were relaxed: "It's about my first love, do you think I'm childish?"

If you really want to put on an air of contempt, Wen Yanshu should have pointed out the other party's mistakes in etiquette early on, why bother to stand with the other party until now: "Art is inherently inclusive, and love is an eternal theme."

"I haven't stepped into the stage of love yet," said the little apprentice, his cheeks turned red before he took a drop of wine, "This fragrance is indeed my first attempt based on her. She is my high school classmate and took the college entrance examination. I went abroad before, but we have maintained correspondence."

"Are you sure about the relationship?"

"No." There was no regret in the little apprentice's eyes. "The story is still going on, so I abandoned the back tune and let it stay in the taste of that summer. If she comes back one day, no matter what answer she gives me, I will will create a 2.0 version of this one.”

Because I am young, I always have a fearless attitude when talking about love, I have never stumbled, and the products I design are also clean and pure. Although it seems to others that there is always something missing, in my heart it is the best state.

"My master always taught me how to imitate incense before creating my own. Of course I know this. I just want to tell my story," the little apprentice finally pointed to Wen Yanshu with a wine glass covered in sweat marks, " Mr. Wen, thank you for listening to my story."

As if he was giving feedback after listening to the story, Wen Yanshu clinked glasses with the other party, took a sip of the wine after the clinking, and reached out to press the other party's raised wrist: "This glass has lost the optimum temperature for drinking. Change it. Grab the foot."

Not far away, the table serving red wine was next to the snack table. The little apprentice said, "I have been listening to me just now, which prevented you from eating. Let me serve you some snacks."

Before Wen Yanshu could refuse, the other party strode towards the table. After walking a few steps, he turned around and asked, "Mr. Wen, did you come by yourself?"

Wen Yanshu remembered Zheng Chengyan's frankness in front of others just now, so he didn't have any worries: "With my husband, the CEO of IDR."

The little apprentice was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes fell on the ring finger of Wen Yanshu's hand holding the wine glass, and he said with admiration and anticipation: "IDR's advertising works have always been very creative, if only my future designs can get IDR's packaging gone."

Wen Yanshu didn't know how much sycophancy was contained in this sentence, but he only knew that after hearing the other party's unintentional words, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in his heart, which made his chest tremble.

This feeling is very strange. Wen Yanshu unconsciously raised his left hand to caress the wedding ring on his right ring finger and twirled it around. He couldn't tell whether his tone at this time was more of a warning or more of an admonition: "Be steadfast first. Take the road under your feet carefully, and if you think too far easily, you will be repelled by the gap."

"I see." The little apprentice humbly accepted the instruction, twisted his body to clean the plate, "Mr. Wen, which flavor do you prefer? Is mulberry jam okay?"

"He doesn't like to eat jam." A warm voice suddenly broke into the noise of the banquet hall, "I don't like to eat too sweet, let me do it."

The plate in the apprentice's hand was taken away, and Zheng Chengyan served a few snacks that were not easy to get bored, and turned his head to smile at the young man who was still poking at the side: "I'll take Mr. Wen back first."

The dinner plate changed hands several times, and finally it was transferred to Wen Yanshu. He held the plate in one hand and held champagne in the other. After Zheng Chengyan also served a portion of food, he walked to the terrace side by side: "I bought the jam cake for me on purpose to see me. joke?"

"It's not intentional, it's a temptation." Zheng Chengyan felt wronged, "You never mentioned your taste preference to me, and you just pushed it away if you didn't like it. How can I know if you simply don't touch blueberry jam or don't like it at all?"

There were few people on the terrace, so the two chose to sit behind the rockery. Most of the evening wind was blocked, and the warm-toned lights on the artificial lake made people feel very comfortable.

Wen Yanshu cut off a small piece of pastry and asked, "What is the purpose of the test?"

Zheng Chengyan asked back: "What about you, what is the purpose of trying out a fragrance formula?"

Wen Yanshu said: "Improve it, develop it."

Zheng Chengyan was silent for a while, holding a fork to ponder back and forth between "improvement" and "development". The former was not within his consideration, but the latter made him think a little bit.

After the other party had finished eating a piece of snack, he lowered his head to deal with the food: "I'm not that overbearing. There is still a difference between people and things. For people, temptation is to understand, and understanding is for..."

He looked up, and Wen Yanshu was looking at him straight, with no emotion in his eyes.

"It is to help you avoid things you don't like when you need to make choices for you in the future. After all, we will be together for a long time." Zheng Chengyan said, "I don't want you to be polite in front of me, don't Like just getting along with that young man, he gave you jam and snacks without authorization, you refused out of etiquette, and clinked glasses with you, you have to drink in public."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yanshu picked up the champagne glass and drank it down in one gulp, his Adam's apple rolled over his collar several times, his movements were as elegant as when he was smelling the incense.

Zheng Chengyan suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Wen Yan Shu Wenxiang with his own eyes, only seen static photos from fashion newspapers.

Because of raising his head, Wen Yanshu's eyes flicked to him from top to bottom, obviously he had no food to swallow, but his throat was itchy because of this unclear look.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Chengyan leaned over and took his cup away, "deny my point of view? I didn't force you to drink."

Wen Yanshu didn't respond to his words, and said lightly: "Today's mood is suitable for drinking."

The cup was snatched by Zheng Chengyan, and he got up and planned to go outside to ask for another cup. Zheng Chengyan saw that he was not drunk, but was afraid that the other party would suddenly go crazy when he left his field of vision. After thinking for a while, he said: "Help me too." Come back with a glass of white wine."

Wen Yanshu nodded in agreement, turned around the rockery and returned to the banquet hall.

Those people choose wine, either by the brand or the year. He relies on his sense of smell, and he tastes it when he feels it.

The little apprentice was no longer in the huge banquet hall, but he wandered around the venue, reminiscing about the other party's story.He thought how powerful the message he wanted to convey with the first tune, but in the end, a newcomer could penetrate the truth of love better than him, even if his thoughts were childish, he was still more blind than him who didn't understand love.

Passing by the receptionist holding the tray, he put down the empty wine glass and replaced it with a full one, glanced down at the lower body of the other party, and reminded softly: "Your trousers are not tied properly."

The man's face turned red, he ignored it, turned to another place, and saw a boy in his early twenties eating cakes in the corner.

As if aware of his gaze, the boy raised his face. The face was painted with exquisite makeup, and the upper eyelids were shining brightly under the light.

"Hello, sir." The man greeted him cautiously, and then announced his family name, "I am a signed artist of Xihe Entertainment..."

"Pay attention to figure management," Wen Yanshu stared at the cream on the other's mouth, "and image management."

"Do you need more wine?" The receptionist in charge of the terrace area stopped in front of Zheng Chengyan, raised his palm to the champagne glass in his hand.

This cup was used by Wen Yanshu, Zheng Chengyan didn't care, and asked the receptionist to add wine to it.

The cutlery on the table was removed, and he unconsciously drank the wine into the cup that Wen Yanshu had swallowed, and he still hadn't waited for the person to come back.

Zheng Chengyan couldn't sit still anymore, and decided to go outside to check the situation. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Yanshu talking to the girl behind the wall pillar expressionlessly: "Ma'am, the belt behind your waist is loose. The gentleman over there is watching you."

"Yan Shu!" Zheng Chengyan strode over and smelled the strong smell of alcohol on the other party as soon as he got close, "How much have you drunk?"

Wen Yanshu's eyes were still clear, and his face was not even flushed: "Seven or eight glasses. I'll go get you a glass of Riesling."

"I won't drink anymore." Zheng Chengyan held his shoulders, "Let's go, say hello to Xihe's boss, let's go home."

Wen Yanshu looked at him: "You don't talk to that girl anymore?"

Zheng Chengyan was puzzled: "Which girl?"

Wen Yanshu articulated clearly: "Director Zhang."

Zheng Chengyan looked at the other party for a while, and finally realized something was wrong.

Let him hold the shoulders under his hands, but Wen Yanshu is used to keeping a distance, and will never let anyone have close contact with him for a long time, not even Pei Yang, who was his high school classmate for three years.

"Are you drunk?" Zheng Chengyan asked.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yanshu admitted it readily: "Yes."

Some people get drunk and roll around, some hug lampposts and cry for their father and mother, and some cry on the table. Zheng Chengyan has never seen Wen Yanshu like this. On the surface, he looks like a normal person and walks smoothly. Straight, with sharp eyes, his mouth spouted out the truth sentence after sentence, and he couldn't stop it: "The editor-in-chief of the magazine is out of shape, and he boasted that he can do [-] pull-ups in a row."

"The girl by the window should change her temperament even more if she changes a necklace, but I respect her aesthetics."

"Actually, I don't want to come today. I'm tired after a week of work. I might as well go home and sleep."

"But with you here, I can relax a little bit."

Zheng Chengyan's heart tightened, and he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

He hugged Wen Yanshu and walked forward: "Zheng Chengyan."

After two years of marriage, I have never seen such a candid Wen Yanshu. Zheng Chengyan couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment, so he was reluctant to go too fast: "Who is Zheng Chengyan to you?"

Wen Yanshu had no shame on his face: "Husband."