Floating Perfume Shop

Xiao Chongyun's first impression was that it was impossible for Cheng Yuan not to imitate "melancholy".

Because "Melancholy" first came out in 1912, every trace of its fragrance has been carefully studied by the younger generations in the past hundred years, and the samples have been passed through countless centrifuges. Unfortunately.Although the formula is confidential, Cheng Yuan was born in a perfume family, and she is young and intelligent. With her talent, after sufficient experiments by predecessors, it is impossible for imitation fragrance to fail.

"At most, it's just that it doesn't look like it!" Xiao Chongyun looked at the phone screen, puzzled, "How could it be 'impossible' at all?"

Even his own kid has found a way.

Xiao Chongyun didn't reply to his little sister's text message. After thinking for a while, he returned to Zhang Wenshan.

Zhang Wenshan didn't have his mobile phone number at first, but since he was able to send in text messages, it meant that he found the organizing committee of the rookie show, and found his own number from the backup contact information of Zhang Song's competition information.It's really lingering, and the spirit is commendable.

When was the last time you texted Zhang Wenshan?It's been a while ago, so I don't remember.

Reunited after a long absence, Xiao Chongyun thought, there is only one feeling left.

A deep sense of nausea.

He still pressed the send button: "let me guess, how did you embarrass her?"

Zhang Wenshan replied quickly: "Dear brother, if you are still downloading unhealthy videos, you'd better turn it off now, and don't be distracted by chatting with your brother."

It was exactly ten o'clock in the evening. Xiao Chongyun used to download porn at this time, and the wind and thunder did not move.Later, due to some reasons, I quit, and now I live a leisurely life, and I picked it up again, and invited the little ghost to watch beautiful women together, but of course I was rejected with disgust.Zhang Song also tried to persuade him to restrain himself with the excuse of indulging in sex and hurting his body. Xiao Chongyun thought it was noisy, so he threw an old Nokia and asked him to play on the floor.So you can see Boss Xiao passionately facing the computer screen at one end of the room at ten o'clock every day, and a college student at the other end of the room is beating bees against the wall, sitting quite upright.

Now that Zhang Song saw that he was busy, he went to face the wall and beat the little bees again.

Now the computer blue screen, the little ghost is not there, Xiao Chongyun has a sense of tragedy of fighting alone.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"Pressure." Zhang Wenshan said, "Of course it is huge pressure. You know that people's psychology is very fragile, and Cheng Yuan is no exception."

You know that people's psychology is very fragile, and Cheng Yuan is no exception.

you know.

Xiao Chongyun, of course you know that people's psychology is very fragile.

First-hand experience.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and the cold days are counting. The half-repaired heater in Xiao Chongyun's shop cannot guarantee a comfortable room temperature, but Cheng Yuan's single apartment is still as warm as spring.

The living room was very empty, and the sofa was piled up with various blankets to keep it warm, but the woman lying on the sofa was still shaking.

I only have a small sample of a very light perfume in my hand, which I just brought back from the perfume room.

Not because of the cold, but because of the pressure.

Cheng Yuan has a set of private fragrance mixing equipment at home, which is no less than a professional studio, but because she is dedicated to her work and stays in the company for a long time, the things at home are useless.This time, all the fragrance tools are placed on the sofa in front of them, and the glass containers are crystal clear in the moonlight.

pressure.

Invisible pressure.

Any creation of fragrance starts with imitation fragrance. "Melancholy", LHeureBleue, she remembered the smell of this perfume, and she had done enough homework when she was in France, but the first sample was slightly off.

At that time, Zhang Wenshan happened to pass by the laboratory, and suddenly turned in, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Miss Cheng, your team should focus on LHeureBleue's imitation fragrance now, why are you so free to research other things?"

Cheng Yuan was a little dazed: "This is the first sample of 'Melancholy'."

"You call it the first sample of 'Melancholy'?" Zhang Wenshan smiled, "I thought it was a street stall with such a strong aroma of bergamot. How can it match Guerlain?"

The chairman of Yashe just smiled and left.

A light sentence, uttered from different people, has completely different weight.

Cheng Yuan has come to this point by relying on her talent and background.Her origin was an umbrella, which covered this girl well, and let her grow up slowly. She has a sensitive mind and reads words and emotions, but she is always the little girl who hides under the lotus leaves in the comics to avoid the rain, and is not good at work. scheming.

It took her a long time to realize what Zhang Wenshan's words like a weather vane meant.

At that time, many people in the company said that Ms. Cheng was an elite perfumer because of her background.You see, she imitates "melancholy", which is a mess.The newly submitted perfume work was also in a mess, and was rejected in public at the company's internal review meeting... Is there any conflict between Mr. Zhang and the Cheng family?Of course the Cheng family has power in Yashe, but who is the boss after all?

Sometimes after being refuted a lot, I think I really can't do it.

Originally, it was just a small mistake in imitation incense, but in the end it was overcorrected time and time again, and the difference was thousands of miles away.

At the last monthly review meeting, someone even suggested euphemistically: "Since Ms. Cheng is not in good condition recently, why don't you take a break?"

Zhang Wenshan was at the meeting, sitting at the end of the long table, and criticized this rash colleague: "Ms. Cheng naturally has a way to prove her strength. After all, she is an elite who returned from studying in Paris. It is different when she comes back from abroad. Think about it back then. My younger brother is heavy with clouds, but it's a pity that heaven is jealous of talents."

"If Ms. Cheng wins this challenge with Lotus, you have to apologize." Zhang Wenshan turned to look at the pale Cheng Yuan, "If you lose, of course we can only ask you to cultivate for a while. Even if it is you , Sister Xiaoyuan, I don't care about personal affairs either."

The upholstered chair in the conference room below him suddenly looked cold and hard. Sitting on it, in the eyes of everyone, was like being tortured.Cheng Yuan met the cold eyes in the backlight, and tried her best to smile lightly and freely: "Thank you, I will try my best."

She also bravely stopped Zhang Wenshan in private and asked, "Why did you do this to me?"

"you guess?"

"Because you suspect that I will help you, Zang Xiao Chongyun?"

"Set up many obstacles in my way to find him."

There happened to be an employee passing by, Cheng Yuan walked over, and stood beside Zhang Wenshan like a small bird, smiling sweetly, with a low voice: "You deserve to never find him."

The words were released, but Cheng Yuan knew that she was no longer in the state of imitation incense.

She is a glass vase, using her own fragility to prop up the apparent hardness.

Can't stand a collision.

In the end, he sent a text message to Xiao Chongyun.

This number was left when he contacted him last time. He had contacted him before, but the other party did not respond once.

I don't know if he has changed his number now, where he is, and what kind of life he lives.

At the rookie show, there was a contestant named Zhang Song who made a perfume with a circular structure by mistake. She was afraid that Xiao Chongyun would be involved behind it, so she blocked the front and used a veto to make the kid withdraw from the competition.But from the start of the competition to the present, nothing happened behind the young perfumer.Even this time for the "melancholy" imitation fragrance, he also represented Lotus, and had a decisive battle with himself.Anyone who can concoct a perfume with a structure similar to "Reincarnation" must be a genius. To be honest, Cheng Yuan doesn't have much hope for her victory.

Of course, she didn't have any hope of replying to Xiao Chongyun's text message.

Just find a reassuring way to express your emotions.

The text message came back, it was the next morning.

She was still lying on the sofa, got up from the messy clothes and blankets, and stepped barefoot across the heated floor to get her mobile phone.

The first text message after booting up is only one line:

Look at your email—I love you, brother Chongyun.

Cheng Yuan opened the mailbox and saw an unfamiliar email.

Open the attachment, it is the "melancholy" imitation fragrance formula, every word, every chemical equation is very detailed.

The signature of the email is: Brother Chongyun who loves you (if you don’t understand, you can send me a text message and ask me. ps When will you show me your brother-in-law?)

The computer with the blue screen has been repaired by the little ghost. After Xiao Chongyun sent an email, he logged on to MSN.

Click on a contact: "Are you there?"

"Xiao, you're still alive! Great! I can't believe it! Wait a minute, is it account hacking? Dear Xiao, tell me when was the most romantic time we were together? Where do you love me the most?"

"When you copied my exam answers." Xiao Chongyun answered the first question, "From now on, we will live and die together in every exam."

In other words, the entire academic career was copied.

"No, it's not living and dying together." The other party thought of an advanced Chinese vocabulary, "It's called us getting married together. Tell me what do you love most about me?"

"roll."

Xiao Chongyun originally wanted to be more polite, but his hands reacted faster than his brain.

Uncle Scrap immediately reviewed himself, comforted the injured foreign compatriots, praised his precise Chinese words, and asked: "I heard that you went to Guerlain after graduation? And you have a deep research on L'Heure Bleue?"

"I'm in charge of L'HeureBleue. I'm coming to China to be a judge of imitation fragrance for two companies. Are you in China?"

"Knowing that you are the judge, I feel at ease." Xiao Chongyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Boss Xiao felt the chill behind him while chatting.

He turned his head and saw Zhang Song standing behind.

This month's salary was paid on time, he muttered.

Zhang Song still had a face of owed money: "The pervert who came to our place last time, Zhang Wenshan, is the boss of Yashe?"

"I have a good memory."

"I don't want Lotus to lose the imitation fragrance of Yashe and Lotus."

"Who said Lotus would lose?" Xiao Chongyun asked.

"You sent out the recipe email."

Xiao Chongyun must have been sneaky when he posted the formula. He didn't expect the little ghost to have sharp eyes, so he shrugged his shoulders: "Ah, it's okay, we can... write a new one, there is still a little time."

He comforted his students: "On the contract with Zhou Tianhao, my name is signed. If you lose, you don't have to pay."