Floating Perfume Shop

Zhou Tianhao has been particularly easy to talk these two days.

He got up and answered the phone first. It was an assistant researcher asking for leave, yes.

Five minutes later, she received another call, Su Lan asked him to vote for her intern named Wang Xiaofeng, and she agreed.

Ten minutes later, Emma called to report on her daily work, and Zhou Tianhao hung up: "I'm really busy now, I need to find Su Lan!"

On Tuesday, the boss put on his leather shoes while hanging up the phone, went out and then came back, and looked in front of the full-length mirror to see if his tie was tied properly.The fog was very thick in winter, he walked out of the hotel in the cold, and saw Xiao Chongyun as soon as he entered the lobby.

Xiao Chongyun wore a long light gray coat and a thick scarf, and sat on the large and comfortable sofa waiting for him: "Didn't you have breakfast? I'm treating you."

From the hotel, there is a bun shop with seven turns and eight turns. The things are not expensive, and the soy milk is very fragrant.The big earthen bowl with a broken mouth was brought up, accompanied by a basket of shredded pork buns with pickled vegetables, and the warmth suddenly rushed up.

Xiao Chongyun ate three small buns, drank a bowl of soy milk, and sighed: "Now my stomach is not feeling well."

"Bullshit," the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop whispered to Zhou Tianhao, "he just picks. In the past, when a person came alone and didn't treat guests, he could eat two baskets."

So while the senior didn't pay attention, the boss ordered two more steamed buns on Tuesday, and secretly settled the bill.

The bus was rickety, the smell of gasoline, the icy thick fog gradually dissipated, and the sun broke through the cold air and fell on the cold street.It was a small street, hidden deep in a residential area.On both sides of the street are vendors selling vegetables, radishes and fruits on poles, which can be regarded as half a vegetable market.There is a teahouse at the corner, and a few bamboo chairs and small tables are placed outside. The old men who came back from morning exercises are drinking Gaiwancha and chatting, nothing more than how their children are and how their bodies are.

There is a stage in the teahouse, there is a play in the morning and a play in the afternoon, and there is also a performance of Sichuan Opera Face Changing.

Xiao Chongyun asked for a plate of marinated peanuts and two bowls of tea, and watched with relish with Zhou Tianhao.

The stage was "Hua Rong Dao". Guan Yu slashed his sword in front of Hua Rong Dao, singing passionately, and the audience was stunned: "Ge, don't let Cao Cao go! What a fool..." Xiao Chongyun touched Zhou Tianhao with his elbow: "Why? Like? Compared with last night? "

"It's much more complicated." The smell of tobacco leaves, melon seeds, the greasy smell of the old wooden table, and the aroma of vegetables and fruits all blended into a harmonious melody. Zhou Tianhao turned his head sideways, "I feel a very good smell. "

What kind of smell? He thought for a while: "Yes, it's what you said senior, the smell of smoke and fire in the world."

"This is the 'Shu brocade'," Xiao Chongyun said with a smile.

That day, the Fusheng Perfume Shop was closed, and Xiao Chongyun took his juniors for a walk in the streets and alleys of City C, smelling the smell of trees in winter, the smell of the wind, the smell of houses and buildings, the freshness of melons and fruits, and the fragrance of food.They went to Xiufang to see shy embroiderers, to see the dusty porcelain in museums, sat in parks and historic sites, and looked at dead trees and broken branches, imagining the blooming spring.

They searched among the thousands of breaths, and the hibiscus bloomed 2000 years ago, and the beauty of Bashu filled the city with splendor.

The rhyme starts with the dew-condensed green bamboo in the winter morning, and the slightly moist aroma gradually becomes complex.Several kinds of floral fragrances are performed sequentially, such as the flourishing chapter, such as the long song on the pavilion.The inaudible fragrance of Hibiscus permeates throughout, until the lively, happy and gorgeous atmosphere is silent.The time is long and there is no end in sight, the hibiscus flowers are not thankful, and the long dream is still young.

To be precise, this is not Zhou Tianhao's work, it is the dream of the top perfumer in China after the inspiration fit, and the spark produced when the thought collided.

This is "Shu brocade", which is Chinese incense.

Xiao Chongyun was so tired at night, he didn't know how he fell asleep.He dreamed that he was on the phone, holding the little devil's formula, dialing the numbers of his old friends one by one, asking if anyone's company happened to have a work on the market, and there was no other requirement but to be able to sign his student.He can help modify the fragrance, and the price is easy to negotiate.

In his dream, he could smell the night wind and withered grass, the smell of peeling paint at the foot of the bed in his small dilapidated shop, the rusty smell of the shelves, and the aroma of old perfumes overflowing from the shelves.He even commented on his old works, "Chunmeng" has too strong top fragrance, "Chengqing" fragrance is too rough, and the kid's basic skills need to be adjusted... Xiao Chongyun has never felt so truly the life he has lived in for five years. The place, the sense of stability and familiarity rushed in, almost occupying all his thoughts.

In the dream, he made a lot of calls, but most of them couldn't get through, and one or two calls were hung up directly.He wanted to call Chen Yuan, but thinking that from her standpoint, maybe she really couldn't help so much, so he suddenly thought of another number.

I don't quite remember who the owner of the code number is, but I just dialed it instinctively.

He explained the predicament into the microphone in detail, and the voice on the other side of the receiver was strangely comforting.

"It's not that I won't help you. You must beg me for this matter. I already owe you enough. You owe me what you owe me if you beg me."

"Yes, it's true that I've missed the spring launch date, but as long as you ask me, I will definitely..."

Xiao Chongyun asked: "What qualifications do I have to ask you?"

"Because you are the Xiao of the East, you are my dream."

"No," Xiao Chongyun denied, "I am no longer. My nose, I actually have..."

In the dream, the scent of white roses came from nowhere, like a cloud of fragrant mist, enveloping him layer by layer.There was wind blowing through his forehead hair, as if his fingers were gently teasing, Xiao Chongyun was restless, hung up the phone and stood up, bumped into something, and fell into the abyss.

The illusion dissipated, the dream receded.

Xiao Chongyun sat up suddenly, his forehead bumped against the forehead of a man, and his eyes suddenly stared.Zhou Tianhao's eyes were only an inch away from him, he covered his head and jumped back, raised his gauze-wrapped hand, and said angrily, "Senior!"

He rubbed the bag on Xiao Chongyun's forehead, and skillfully pushed the pot: "Just now you had a small bug on your head, I want to help you remove it, I have no other ideas."

The two of them discussed the formula and craft until very late that night, and Xiao Chongyun fell asleep lying on the wicker chair.Zhou Tianhao carried him to the bed and helped the senior unbutton his coat. After thinking for a while, he grabbed his ankle and took off his shoes.He reached out to untie his tie, Xiao Chongyun frowned in his dream, Zhou Tianhao withdrew his hand, thinking that if he took it off like this again, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

He originally wanted to go back to the hotel to work overtime, but he couldn't move after unbuttoning his senior, and he didn't want to take a step, so he called someone to deliver his laptop, and sat on the senior's bedside, sending and receiving emails by the moonlight.

Xiao Chongyun tossed and turned in his dream, with sweat dripping from his forehead.The pale, cold light from the window came in, casting soft shadows on his angular face.Such pale skin, tightly pursed lip line, and raised jaw in pain made Zhou Tianhao's mouth dry.

He couldn't resist stretching out his hand to touch the soft hair on his forehead.

What Xiao Chongyun was talking about seemed to be worrying about his student's final qualification review.Zhou Tianhao knew about the new regulations and the two perfumes that were officially launched. Lotus has already solved this problem for its own players, but Senior Xiao may be a bit tricky.After all, he doesn't have a formal company, and he doesn't have a work that can be named immediately.It stands to reason that he shouldn't take action on this matter, although Zhang Song has long been regarded as one of his own, after all, before he is officially hired, his first consideration should be his small perfumer who has reached the finals.

Using Lotus's resources to help Xiao Chongyun, he can hardly convince the crowd.

Besides, it's too late to do this now, and it's too late.

Zhou Tianhao had no idea what he was talking about.

—you beg me.As long as you ask me, I will find a way.

If the senior really begged him, he could only fly back the next day, block the door of Zhao Wenbin's office, threaten the chairman with his dignity and life, and agree to change the release information of the spring perfume.

Xiao Chongyun refused.He gave some reason, the voice was very soft, Zhou Tianhao got close and wanted to listen carefully, but he was distracted by the fragrance from Xiao Chongyun's neck, he didn't hear a word, and was about to get closer to sniff, the senior woke up.

The first reaction of Tuesday's boss, who did something bad, was to push the pot, and the second reaction was to run away.

He quickly turned off the computer and left, but someone grabbed his hand.

Xiao Chongyun sat on the bed, as if he hadn't woken up from a long dream, and asked: "Is there a wintersweet blooming on someone's balcony? Open the window and have a look."

Zhou Tianhao pushed open the dusty window, outside was a back street, and across the side street was someone else's small yard.The owner of the yard planted a whole yard of flowers and plants, all of which died in winter, except for a single wintersweet, which faintly bloomed with several flowers.

Xiao Chongyun stood up in draped clothes, stepped on the ground with bare feet, and asked, "Which perfume do you think is the most expensive in Yashe?"

"'Charm'," Zhou Tianhao said, "it has always been the main focus of sales. What are you going to do?"

Although the facilities of Xiao Chongyun's perfume shop are dilapidated, there are a lot of raw materials and equipment that should be there, most of them are second-hand goods.He stood up like this, walked to the workbench, and started to take the test strips and essence: "Imitation fragrance."

"I don't have much time, so I can only fight for as much as I can." Xiao Chongyun turned around with a smile in his eyes, "Don't go, sit with me."

It was the first time Zhou Tianhao saw Xiao Chongyun making incense up close.He does not use paper and pen, nor does he use computer-aided programs, as if all the data that can be measured by smell have already existed in his mind, and all things that need to be calculated can be carried out in the depths of his mind.Dongfang's Xiao didn't even need to calculate the specific strength value of the fragrance on paper, he just picked up the sample of the fragrance, blended it little by little, prepared it and smelled it.If a third-rate perfumer is on the sidelines, he may even mistakenly think that this person is almost as good as himself. After all, there does not seem to be any particularly complicated operations.

Only Zhou Tianhao understood how powerful, terrifying and admirable his sense of smell was.

"Charm" is the main fragrance of Yashe. Many domestic imitation fragrance teams have tried to imitate it, but they gave up because of the complex natural fragrance ingredients.Zhou Tianhao is very busy on weekdays, so he didn't try it, but before Su Lan was bored, he imitated "Charm", but the results were not satisfactory.He didn't understand why Xiao Chongyun suddenly wanted to imitate the fragrance, but imitated "charm", but he didn't ask much.

With every movement of Xiao Chongyun's flowing water, whether it is a mixing of raw materials, or simply heating and shaking, the breath in the room is getting closer and closer to the "charm" itself.

There was a blue lacquered square table by the window, with a stack of outdated magazines and two teacups piled up on it. Zhou Tianhao saw a copy of "Dai Wangshu's Poetry Collection" on it, sealed in a sealed bag, and picked it up.

"Do you like Dai Wangshu's poems?"

"I used to like it, but then I don't like it."

Zhou Tianhao raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"My brother likes to read to me when he plays pranks. I really can't bear it. We don't have a good relationship," Xiao Chongyun said, "My surname is Xiao, and his surname is Zhang."

Zhou Tianhao thinks it makes sense, if the relationship between Xiao Chongyun and Zhang Wenshan is really as good as he saw that night, and he is interested in "charm", why bother to make it up by himself, just ask Zhang Wenshan directly.His surname is Xiao, and Zhang Wenshan's surname is Zhang. There are unclear stories in the middle, which are not enough for outsiders.If Xiao Chongyun didn't want to talk, he wouldn't ask any more.

Who doesn't have an old scar or two from the past that they don't want to uncover?

If you like it, don't ask again.

He stretched out his hand to tear open the seal of the collection of poems, feeling a little weird.Because it is obvious that the plastic seal bag of this book has been torn open and then sealed back again.The person who sealed it was very careful, and specially wrapped it with transparent glue several times to seal the book airtight.Zhou Tianhao took out the book and opened it.

Xiao Chongyun heard the sound of flipping the book, turned his head, and suddenly said sharply: "Put it down!"

A few soft fragrant beads fell on the ground, Zhou Tianhao froze for a moment.

He saw Xiao Chongyun suddenly lose his grip on the test tube in Xiwei's morning light, the glass bottle fell to the ground, and the alcohol splashed everywhere.He didn't care about cleaning up the mess at all, covered his face with his hands, put one arm on the incense table, and slid down, as if all the strength in his body was drained, and he almost couldn't stand still.

Zhou Tianhao stood up: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"