The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

“Fragrance is a highly subjective sensory experience. The same scent can be honey to one person and poison to another. There is no way a bottle of perfume can be liked by 100% of people.

So as a perfumer, you can never be too easy to talk to. You have to create your own product characteristics and let the scent in your hand match the right person, rather than catering to the market. "

On the podium, Professor Roxena was still talking.

Shen Zhiyan's phone suddenly vibrated. It was an international number. She still had the card she had in China, so the only phone numbers that could call this number were from China.

Of course it could only be from China. Even though she had deleted all of Li Yanzhou's contact information, she still recognized the string of numbers at a glance.

After Li Yanzhou saved the number in her mobile phone, he forced her to memorize it digit by digit.

Shen Zhiyan was shocked to realize that her thoughts were unconsciously thinking about the past again. Her eyelashes flickered and she hung up the phone.

On the podium, Professor Roxena had already clicked on the next PPT.

"The Proustian effect refers to the fact that when you smell a familiar scent, a long-forgotten memory from the past will come to you."

The screen flickered, and the familiar string of numbers jumped into view again.

What on earth does he want to do?

Shen Zhiyan turned off the screen again, allowing the call to continue silently.

Three minutes later, the screen lit up again.

This time, it was a text message.

"I'm sorry, this gentleman is drunk and there's no one else around. I see you're the only emergency contact in his phone, I hope you'll see the message and call back."

The surrounding sounds seemed to become background music, and the string of words occupied Shen Zhiyan's brain forcefully and domineeringly.

Emergency contact, her?

How could he be drunk outside alone? Where is Zhou Zhu?

Don't think about Shen Zhiyan, you two have no relationship anymore.

The woman raised her head and tried to listen to the class again, but the French words the professor said were circling around her ears and could not enter her brain.

In front of me is that string of Chinese characters.

The phone screen lights up again.

"Zhou Zhu, he seems drunk and called me by mistake. Please go and answer the phone."

The text message came back quickly, and Zhou Zhu seemed surprised that Shen Zhiyan had the honor of remembering his number.

"Ms. Shen?"

"Okay, I'll contact the person right away."

Shen Zhiyan lowered her head and licked her lips. Her thoughts, disturbed by the text message, were like a knot of wool, entangled in her heart, unable to be untangled.

When she looked up again, she found that everyone was looking at her.

Seeing her distracted, Ivan whispered, "Elena, the professor is asking you, what smell makes you feel most secure?"

Without any time to think, Shen Zhiyan blurted out: "Sandalwood."

Professor Roxena nodded lovingly, "May I ask why the smell of sandalwood makes you feel safe?"

Why? A possibility made her unwilling to think about it.

"Maybe it's just because this is the smell of the temple, it makes me feel safe and peaceful."

Professor Roxena glanced at Shen Zhiyan deeply, "Then for this week's practical assignment, I hope you can create a sandalwood scent that satisfies you."

As if someone saw through her heart, Shen Zhiyan nodded hurriedly.

Ivan came over, his blue eyes full of curiosity, "Do you like temple architecture? I heard there is a traditional Chinese temple next to Chinatown. Are you interested in visiting it this weekend?"

France has more churches or mosques than temples. The temple next to Chinatown was built by a group of Chinese people who raised money to make it convenient for the Chinese people around to worship Buddha on a daily basis.

"Sorry, I have to prepare for practical work this weekend." Shen Zhiyan shook her head and politely declined Ivan's date invitation.

His blue eyes were filled with regret, "Okay, next time."

The classes at the college are not scheduled for the entire day. After finishing Professor Roxena’s class, Shen Zhiyan prepared to buy some vegetables and make salad at home.

A female classmate appeared in front of her with Ivan and enthusiastically invited Shen Zhiyan to go to a perfume salon together.

"Come on, Elena. We're all going. It's a century-old custom perfume shop. It's only open for visitors one day a month."

"Yes, maybe you can also discuss the production of oriental incense and western perfume."

Shen Zhiyan had heard a little about the old perfume shop. After careful consideration, she finally agreed.

*

This century-old perfume shop has a large wall filled with the raw materials of various perfumes in various colors. On the front counter are also various drip irrigation and scales necessary for making perfumes. Everyone who comes here can choose their favorite scent and make a unique exclusive perfume.

This store holds a perfume salon every month, inviting people who are interested in perfume to exchange ideas. The number of places is limited, and it is not easy to get an invitation.

We are all able to attend this perfume salon together thanks to Sally, a native Parisian.

French people always raise a glass of red wine no matter where they are. After the lecture and visit, everyone chatted freely with their glasses.

Sally took a sip of red wine and had already changed the topic from perfume to men.

"If you ask me, all the scumbags should die!" Considering that there were other men at the scene, Sally patted Ivan on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm not talking about you."

Ivan stared at Shen Zhiyan with a helpless smile, and explained: "Sally's ex-boyfriend is a big scumbag."

Shen Zhiyan was not too curious about these private matters. She only knew that Sally seemed to have been scolding her scumbag ex-boyfriend for half a year.

She pursed her lips and looked at Sally, "You're lucky to be away from him."

But when Sally heard this, she burst into tears while holding her wine glass. Fortunately, after the lecture, the lights in the store were turned to dim social mode.

"He is dead."

Shen Zhiyan had heard Xu Mengan say this before. She was about to nod, but Sally repeated it again with red eyes:

"He really died. He should have just received the medical report when he broke up with me."

The development of the situation was somewhat sudden. Shen Zhiyan and Ivan were both stunned. It was Ivan who reacted first and helped Sally to rest on the sofa next to them.

"Sally, you're a little drunk."

Sally raised her head and drank the wine in the glass, shaking her head to deny it: "I'm not drunk, I just... I smelled his scent just now, it's almost exactly the same. I just thought of him."

"I met his sister last week. She had just returned from the funeral. You can probably guess what happened next."

With a wry smile, a tear rolled down Sally's eye.

"Look, what a cliché plot! French soap operas from the last century didn't play it this way."

If she had known the truth earlier, she would have stayed by his side to make the past six months more meaningful, instead of immersing herself in the pain of a cliff-like breakup.

Sally seemed a little drunk. She looked at Shen Zhiyan and held her hand.

"Elena, we have known each other for so long, and I have always believed that you hide a lot of things in your heart and are never ready to expose yourself to the outside world."

"So, you know, you never know what will happen in the next second. I just want to say that life is unpredictable, so seize the present moment. I hope you are happy."

Shen Zhiyan didn't know how to comfort the person in front of her. Sally was obviously the protagonist, but her story made her heart seem to be grasped and crushed by an invisible hand.

Ivan seemed to be touched as well, his eyes fixed on Shen Zhiyan, his tone hesitant: "Elena, I..."

Shen Zhiyan's phone screen lit up. It was a text message from Zhou Zhu.

"I've gone home. Sorry to bother you."