[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Angie brought up the stewed beef, and Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was sitting on the edge of the table, watching her motionless.

Any well-bred man should stand up and help when he sees a girl so busy.But Grenouille didn't know this, he had never been educated, and he hadn't accepted anyone's favor before that.

So Grenouille didn't know how to help Angie, let alone that according to her identity and assets, she should invite an excellent cook and considerate maid to arrange everything for her.

In his eyes, as long as it is what An Qi does, it is a matter of course.

"Miss."

Grenouille spoke.An Qi gave him part of the stewed beef, and at the same time gave him a questioning look: [What's wrong? ]

"They say you are the best dancer in all Paris."

Grenouille tilted his head when he said this, his tone was timid, but his clear eyes were full of curiosity.

"They", I am afraid, refers to the employees in Mr. Pelissier's shop.

When Angie held Grenouille's hand and personally recommended him to Mr. Pelissier.The always amiable perfume shop owner is actually a little unhappy-when dealing with Francis Underwood and Hannibal Lecter in Washington, the first thing Angie learned was to observe other people's mood changes.

But when Grenouille pointed out the flaws of "Eros and Psyche", his attitude immediately changed drastically.

Now Mr. Pelissier has regarded Grenouille as a precious treasure, his successor after retirement.Naturally, the attitude of the clerks was completely different. They must have told Grenouille a lot, especially what Angie hadn't told him.

[On stage, I need to improve. ]

she said calmly.

[You don't care about these things. ]

Grenouille nodded.He picked up the fork in an odd way.An Qi sat beside him, correcting his posture of holding the tableware with her hands.

As Angie leaned forward, the soft and sweet breath immediately enveloped Grenouille.

He took a breath slowly, and the faint fragrance filled Grenouille's lungs.He was even reluctant to let out his breath, for fear that this scent would leave with the movements of exhaling and inhaling.

In the perfume shop, all kinds of smells are kept.As long as Grenouille wants to know, Monsieur Pelissier will be happy to answer him.But those scents are very boring and worthless, and the liquids in bottles and jars, no matter how expensive or rare the scents are, are not half as good as Angie's.

Will this be a unique scent?

"Miss," so Grenouille asked, "do the ballet dancers at the opera have the same taste as you?"

Angie laughed out loud.

Her voice is clear and ethereal. If anyone who knows music hears it, she will say that Angel's voice is very suitable for singing.But Grenouille did not understand that in his world, except for smells, any objective existence has no meaning.

[Maybe there is. ] She withdrew her hand and expressed kindly, [When Mr. Pelissier gives you a holiday, you can come to the Opera House to watch my performance.You can also come to me backstage, and I will take you to feel the smell of other actors. ]

She blushed after she finished speaking: [Of course, you can't sniff other girls like you did that day, it will frighten them. ]

"A girl like your lady friend?"

[You said Sorelli, yes.She is also a dancer. ]

But her smell is mediocre and boring, leaving Miss Angie's house every day, before arriving at St. A well-dressed, pretty girl always smells of popular perfumes and shampoos.Grenouille didn't like it at all.

Maybe other dancers are not like that.

Grenouille was thinking about other possibilities in a daze. He awkwardly brought the beef on the plate to his mouth, and accidentally poked the skin at the corner of his mouth. The beef fell off and rolled to the ground.

Only then did he regain his senses, and lowered his head blankly, as if he still didn't understand where the food in his hand went.

An Qi looked at his helpless expression with a wry smile, and had no choice but to put down the knife and fork she had just picked up.

She took out her handkerchief and got up from the table.

"I'm sorry, miss."

When Grenouille spoke, Angie shook her head.She bent down and carefully wiped the stains from the corners of his mouth for him.

[be careful. ] she exhorted.

His face is close at hand.

Grenouille was actually quite handsome.Working under a tanner, his skin was tanned, thin and hunched, so that few people noticed his face and clear and innocent eyes.

Compared with him, Angie Lecter's translucent gray eyes in the previous life were particularly pretentious.

She looked into his eyes, who didn't understand Angie's intentions at all.Grenouille was just looking at her, watching her put away the white handkerchief, and then moved her slender fingers to the side of his eyes, lingering in the corners of his eyes.

An Qi's hands smelled faintly of nail polish.But Grenouille didn't care, he could still smell the sweetness in her skin.

Grenouille slowly closed his eyes, turned his head sideways, buried the tip of his nose into her palm, and greedily sucked on Angie's scent.She didn't stop him, and let him be like a thirsty weed, desperately sucking the rain and dew bestowed by the sky.

It's not enough, it's not enough.

Dinner delicacies, advance and retreat etiquette, all become meaningless in front of Angie's smell.Grenouille followed her palm and sniffed all the way up, wrist, forearm, elbow joint, then upper arm, shoulder, and up to the side of the neck.

He held her waist, it was hard to imagine where the frail Grenouille got such amazing strength.Angie whimpered, and she pushed Grenouille gently, but it didn't work.

Fortunately, she didn't completely resist his approach.

Grenouille, who stayed on her neck, tasted her scent carefully, skin to skin, almost kissing.Soon An Qi's dissatisfied voice added a bit of ambiguity.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her pale face was blushed.Grenouille sniffed selflessly, he could smell the changes in her body, the ambiguous smell rose and circled, and the heat was transpiring, even the slightest change could not escape his senses.

Until An Qi cupped his cheeks.

When leaving her skin, Grenouille felt a little dissatisfied in his heart.But when she touched An Qi's green eyes, the resentment of being forcibly pulled back to reality was swept away.

Angie's smell made him pay a little attention to her.Grenouille didn't want to annoy Angie or frighten her, which would make the unique smell a bad impurity.

[let. ]

She moved her lips soundlessly and said his name.

"Miss Angie?"

Angie kissed him.

More smells hit my face.

Mouth fat, saliva, mouthwash, the taste of the ingredients, the stewed beef and accompaniments, as well as the alcohol and woody aroma in the red wine.All kinds of smells surround An Qi's own taste, which is not tasted, but smelled.He let An Qi pry open his white teeth, insert the tip of his tongue, and plunder gently and carefully in his mouth.

Grenouille didn't understand the meaning of kissing at all, the soft touch and strange throbbing didn't belong to his cognition.But it didn't feel bad, he could smell her scent gradually invading his skin.Especially when she slowly sat on his lap, the closer she got, the more obvious her breath became.

The lingering cautiously lasted for a long time, until An Qi voluntarily let go of Grenouille, her green pupils were covered with a faint mist, An Qi stared into his eyes, and laughed first.

[Can you see what I'm doing, Jean? ] she asked.

"I don't know, Miss Angie." Grenouille replied truthfully.

Angie approached him again, and kissed Grenouille's nose and eyelids intimately.The shy smell circled around his nostrils and flowed into his lungs with his breath.

[Touch each other with your lips, this is called a kiss. ]

"kiss."

Grenouille repeated the phrase in a low voice, he had heard it in M. Pelissier's shop.There was a perfume called "Kiss of an Egyptian Maiden" in the store, which had something Grenouille had never smelled, but it was not the same smell as Angie's, and it was not like her kiss at all.

[Only do this if you like the other person. ] Angie said seriously, [You can't do this to other people, especially other girls. ]

"Then Miss Angie likes me."

Angie tightened her arms around his waist.

Her eyes blinked, and Grenouille thought of a bottle of perfume, but without the smell of glass.

[Yes, I like you. ] She said slowly, [Can you understand the meaning of liking? ]

Can't tell.

Grenouille ignorantly thought that he seemed to be able to understand what An Qi meant. He was obsessed with Angie's smell and was so intoxicated that he could hardly leave her side.But is this like?

Fortunately, Angie didn't really care.

[Dinner is getting cold. ]

Speaking of which, she reluctantly left Grenouille's side, and the latter was even more reluctant than her.The smell gradually receded, and the clear air merged into the distance between him and her. Although Grenouille's sense of smell could still catch her breath, it was not as strong as the kiss in any case.

[Let's eat, let. ]

Is there anyone else who has the same taste as An Qi?

The question just came to mind again, Grenouille obediently picked up the fork and looked at the dinner in front of him.

He has always known how to right his mistakes, which is based on his tenacious survival instincts.This time Grenouille put the beef into his mouth with full of thoughts, without any mistakes.