[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

fragrance.

Along the Saint-André Art Avenue, it comes with the wind, delicate and fragile.Very sweet, but not exactly the kind of granulated sugar; a bit bitter, intertwined with sweetness, like caramel, but not quite the same.There is also a touch of water lily fragrance, and, and...

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille took steps along this soft and clear scent.

Soon, he identified the source of the aroma.

a girl.

Holding the paper bag, she came out of the pastry shop near Saint-Andre des Arts Avenue.With brisk footsteps and a smile on his face, his red hair curled down on the neckline of the royal blue long dress, and his delicate face shone with satisfaction.

Towards evening, the sun slowly sank.

The dim light fell on the top of her head, and the red hair refracted a gorgeous light.This caused the celebrities and artists on Art Street to look sideways, but the girl didn't seem to notice it at all, her attention was all on the paper bag in her arms.

She unwrapped the paper bag, and the heat of the marshmallows, the sweetness of the powdered sugar, and the silkiness of the milk wove a delicious web.The girl took out a piece of sugar and brought it to her mouth. The powdered sugar stuck to her lips, and there was the smell of jasmine on her ruddy lips.

The girl sighed contentedly, turned a corner, and walked into Art Avenue.

Grenouille followed closely.

She passed a covered corridor, where there were fewer people, and the girl's smell became stronger.He couldn't help speeding up his pace, getting closer, and the smell became clearer——

The corners of the sapphire blue skirt, which swayed gently with the steps, stopped suddenly.

An Qi turned her head, held her breath as if frightened, and backed away.

At this moment, Grenouille was only half a step away from her.

It wasn't until this close that An Qi suddenly realized that there was someone behind her. She widened her eyes in shock and looked at the person who had been following her all along.The ragged male was young and looked about the same as her.He also stopped and looked into An Qi's eyes, like a cub following someone else, even more surprised than An Qi.

The bewilderment in his eyes made An Qi let down her guard.

Holding the paper bag, she struggled to free both hands, and said in sign language: "What can you do, sir?" ]

Grenouille tilted his head.

Angie let out a sigh of relief.

She pointed to her mouth, and opened her mouth silently under his curious eyes.

[I don't know you? ] Angie made every mouth shape extremely slowly, trying to make the other party understand, [Are you okay, sir? ]

He still didn't answer.

Silence spread between the two, but it was surprisingly not awkward.The eagerness and inquiry shown by Grenouille inevitably aroused Angie's curiosity, and she looked him over: the dirty jacket and trousers, as well as the messy and sticky hair, all showed the humble status of the young man.He still smells of leather, is he a worker in a tannery?

So what does a worker do when he comes to the Art Street, which belongs to artists and aristocratic celebrities.

An Qi thought for a while, and tentatively handed out the paper bag in her arms: [You want to eat——]

The following words came to an abrupt end when Grenouille grabbed Angie's slender wrist.

She made a whimpering sound, especially when Grenouille pressed her nose to Angie's forearm, she blinked in panic and wanted to withdraw her hand, but it was too late.

Grenouille reacted like a desert traveler who has found water.

He greedily sniffed An Qi's smell, and the tip of his nose wet with sweat and mud left dirty marks on her fair skin.The crazy posture made Angie feel that he was more like a wolf dog or a shark than a human.Seeing the scent of the prey, he never let go. Grenouille's nose moved down An Qi's forearm inch by inch until it touched her wrist.

The smell of crude, artificial perfume suddenly filled his lungs.

No, no, no!

Grenouille had smelled this smell as early as the first time he found Angie. "Cross and Psyche," that's what those who left the perfume shop called it.When trailing behind her, her own fragrance was enough to make Grenouille ignore "Love and Psyche", but now, this smell hit her face, immediately calling Grenouille back to reality from the intoxication.

"It's not good, miss!"

He raised his head and said decisively.

It was Angie's turn to be at a loss.

She looked at his innocent and anxious gaze, and moved her mouth: [What did you say? ]

"Eros and Psyche, the perfume you use on your body." He said excitedly, his warm and clear voice was completely inconsistent with the muddy body, "This perfume is not good, miss! Too much rosemary and messy things , and, and..."

And it was so pungent and unbearable mixed with her smell.If Grenouille knew painting or sculpture, he would say that this perfume is like the ink splashed on an ancient painting or a nail pierced into a sculpture, destroying the flawless picture and the whole, which is really unbearable.

But Grenouille didn't understand elegant art, he couldn't tell how unsuitable this perfume was for Angie, so he could only hold onto Angie's wrist tightly, repeating "not good" over and over again.

If it were another girl, she might be completely scared away by his abruptness.An Qi, on the other hand, found information that she could understand in his excitement.

She said slowly: [Don't worry. ]

As she spoke, she ignored the dirtiness and held Grenouille's hand instead.

Angie took a few steps forward, and the scent quickly enveloped Grenouille.

[Who are you, sir? ]

Grenouille was speechless for a moment, then replied: "Jean-Baptiste Grenouille."

[Mr. Grenouille, my name is Angie. ] She smiled politely, [Did you come here specially to remind me not to buy "Cross and Psyche"? ]

He didn't speak, but just sniffed An Qi's smell to himself, wishing to take this smell completely for himself.

[gentlemen! ]

An Qi squeezed his hand dumbfounded.

Grenouille came back to his senses.

"If you like Cupid and Psyche," he said earnestly, "I can help you improve it, miss!"

Angie tilted her head.

"Monsieur Pelissier has a treasure trove of scents in his basement, and he keeps repeating the same mistakes in several steps every time he mixes Venus and Psyche. I—"

[Wait, sir. ]

Her expression slowly became serious.

[You're a worker, aren't you?Leather workers?The one on Mottlerley Avenue? ]

Grenouille couldn't understand the meaning of Angie's lips at first, and Angie had to repeat the words "Motlery" and "worker" over and over again, until he understood her, and shrank for a while as if in shock. point.

For a moment, he hesitated.I was afraid that after saying yes, she would scream like those pretty ladies on the street when they heard a stray dog ​​barking, and then yelled "Get out of here."

"Yes, yes." He murmured.

But she didn't tell him to fuck off.

Angie nodded, then turned around.She found a newsboy from the side of the road, gave him a few coins and asked him to run errands for him, and asked Sorélie, who was still waiting at the perfume shop, to go back first, and then she took Grenouille's hand, not forgetting to hold tightly The paper bag, without looking back, went straight towards the opposite direction of the perfume shop.

She knew where Mottlerley's tanner was.

A young girl in expensive and exquisite clothes was leading a ragged young man to run along the road.This combination really attracted the attention of many people, and some of them even recognized the identity of the red-haired girl—isn't that the most famous dancer of the Paris Opera House, Angel? !

It's just that An Qi doesn't care what other people think, she never cared.

The riverside is close in front of me, and the scene of Mottlerley is completely different from that of the Avenue des Arts. The corners of her navy blue dress are splashed with mud, and her beautiful handmade shoes are not suitable for walking on the muddy road, but Angie doesn’t care at all. She obviously knew her way, held Grenouille's hand, and walked straight to Grima, the owner of the leather shop.

"Grenouille! What's the matter?"

Long before Angie entered the shop, the tanner saw her—the red-haired girl in satin really stood out in a messy environment.

It was already dark, and the street lights were turned on.An Qi stopped in front of the tanner and ran all the way, her pale cheeks flushed, and she gasped for breath.

The tanner's eyes rolled around her heaving chest and the faint freckles on her collarbone, and then the corners of her mouth grinned, revealing a mouth full of rotting teeth.

"What are you doing with my chap, miss?"

Angie let go of Grenouille.

Contrary to her flushed cheeks are her clear and calm green eyes. Knowing that the tanner is unlikely to be able to sign language, An Qi expresses very slowly with her lips: [How much? ]

"How much for what?"

She pointed to Grenouille.

The tanner put on a look of madness.

In any case, the tanner would never have understood what it was about Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, who was not handsome, who was dirty and smelly Skinny as hell.But he still answered Angie's question truthfully.

"Fifteen francs, madam," he said, spat.

An Qi frowned, not knowing whether it was because of the foul smell or his rude actions.

But finally she took the money out of her handbag and handed it to him.

[Thirty francs. ]

She said it with her lips.

[I bought him. ]

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