Floating Perfume Shop

Five years ago, Nanyang Xiao's family.

Zhang Wenshan wrote and read the documents at the desk, looked over each one carefully, and signed his name at the end.The document contains Yashe's internal data for that year, including sales volume, annual profit, and R&D results. Every data is inspiring.This is the third year that his father Xiao Li handed over the perfume company to him, and there is a birthday dinner for his father in the evening, so this report is a very appropriate birthday gift.

In Zhang Wenshan's eyes, his father has always been in-depth and simple, except for seasonal festivals when he must socialize, he seldom entertains guests.The reason why the birthday party was held was because it was one year's birthday, and the usual chef asked for leave, and a bowl of braised pork was brought from the kitchen.My father didn't eat much else during that meal, so he picked up the meat with chopsticks and was full of praise.Zhang Wenshan took a bite, and felt that it was just a normal chef's standard, with a slightly sweet taste. He didn't understand why his father liked it so much.Only later did he know that the bowl of braised pork was cooked by his stepmother, saying it was a birthday present.From that year on, my father started holding birthday parties, for no reason, just to find an excuse to ask the stepmother for gifts.

It's just that since that year, the stepmother never gave him anything.

It's not appropriate to say stepmother, after all, he never regarded that woman as his mother, nor did he regard the child she brought as his younger brother.

Under the same roof, if you want to define these two people, Zhang Wenshan thinks coldly, they should be regarded as enemies, right?

The blue and black ink was abundant, and the handwriting was strong enough to penetrate the back of the paper, and the word "Xiao" in his name was printed on the next page.

At that time, Zhang Wenshan was still surnamed Xiao, called Xiao Wenshan.

"Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master is back from school!" The secretary walked in quickly from the door, bent down, and whispered to his ear, "The medicine has also arrived. It's a new product from an American laboratory, chronic heavy metal poisoning, when it is found out People are useless at the time of the problem.”

Secretary Liao has been with him for many years, and has a close relationship with his biological mother Zhang's family. Zhang Wenshan keeps him by his side, so many things can be done safely and conveniently.

Zhang Wenshan thanked him, took the small sealed bag, took a look at the beige powder inside, and put it directly in the inner pocket of his coat.He put away his pen and looked out the window, just as he saw the convoy driving through the gate.All white Bentleys lined up, the leading one stopped in the atrium, the door opened, and a young man in a white suit got out.The young man leaned against the car door vigorously, first chatting and laughing with the maid who served him, then raised his head, just in time to see Zhang Wenshan's face half hidden behind the curtain.

The young man raised his head and smiled upstairs: "Brother."

That smile just melted into the sunset behind him, and Zhang Wenshan's heartbeat slowed down for some reason.

"Second Young Master usually doesn't like ostentation. Most of the convoys are sent by the master to pick them up. In recent years, Master has become more and more appreciative of Second Young Master. In addition, he has been drugged by that enchantress. Maybe one day he will be impulsive and he will Give the family business to outsiders," Secretary Liao stood behind him and persuaded, "When the time comes, can you bear to let your things fall into the hands of that enemy who doesn't have half the blood of the Xiao family?"

Of course not.

A chill gathered in his eyes one by one, forming a deep-seated hatred.

After all, Yashe is just a small cosmetics company, but the tip of the iceberg of a huge family business.The Xiao family has never talked about dividing the world equally. It has always been that the winner takes all and the loser loses.The father handed Yashe to him, it was just a test question, even if he handed in full marks, whether he could get what belonged to him would depend on how his father treated the child he picked up from outside.

Secretary Liao was right, if you don't do it now, it will be too late later.

In fact, there is no need for him to die, as long as he becomes a useless person, that is enough.

Can eat, can sleep, can recognize faces, remember his name, but can't remember who he is, and can't remember past experiences.Maybe I can keep the outstanding olfactory quotient now, but I don't remember my ambitions and dreams anymore.

"Arrange it," Zhang Wenshan's eyes flashed fiercely, "Be cautious."

There were still three hours before the opening of the dinner, and Zhang Wenshan got there ahead of time to socialize.He got up, opened the door and went out, suddenly stunned.

Every time Zhang Wenshan came home, he lived in the innermost suite on the second floor of the main building. The door was a corridor and white-painted wooden railings.Usually there are few people and it is clean, only the cleaning maids pass by.

The young man is leaning against the white railing, reading a book.The hot and bright sunlight illuminated his angular profile almost glowing, so the eye sockets and eyelashes in the shadows looked deep and charming.Just leaning on it casually, it became an oil painting.For a moment, a long-lost emotion surged in Zhang Wenshan's heart. He took a breath and suppressed this almost throbbing feeling.

Did he just eavesdrop?How much did you hear?

Seeing him come out, the young man closed the book, strode over, opened his arms and hugged Zhang Wenshan's shoulders, and said briskly, "Dear brother, I brought you a present!"

This hug was very hard, but Zhang Wenshan felt stiff all over.How long can you pretend to be this kind of goodwill?Aren't you the same as me, you both want each other to die?

But at least the face-saving brothers and sisters are going to do it. He pretended to guess with interest: "What gift? It's the perfume for your little girlfriend again, and it was returned and sent to me?"

When the young man smiled, his eyes were like stars, as if spring had arrived for a moment.He handed over the book he was reading just now: ""Selected Poems of Dai Wangshu", the French version, I found it in a small bookstore in Grasse. Didn't I tear up this book of yours when I was young, origami airplane? I kept thinking about it. I will pay you one."

He actually remembered, Zhang Wenshan thought, what happened for so many years.

The collection of poems is very thin, and it is also a pocket book that is easy to carry around like it was back then, but it is just a French translation.He took it and smiled dryly: "You know I don't know French."

The two walked downstairs side by side, Xiao Chongyun smiled all the way: "I can translate, read it to you!"

"No thanks."

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone, wandering in the long, long, and lonely rainy alley...a girl who looks like a lilac flower. Wait, the last sentence seems to be wrong, the original text is not like this."

"To shut up."

"Brother, have you ever met a girl like a lilac flower?"

"No."

"Oh," Xiao Chongyun said disappointedly, "Me neither."

He sighed slightly and put the book away: "If you don't like this gift, I can take it back."

The tone was very light, falling on people's hearts like a feather, scratching people's minds. For a moment, Zhang Wenshan was a little disappointed, as if his candy had been robbed by others, he stretched out his hand and pressed the book: "I've given away, I don't want to." The reason to go back, don’t send it away next time.”

That night, in the banquet hall where he was greeted and sent off, among the voices of Yingying and swallows, he could still clearly feel the thin book of poems in his breast pocket.Just at the position of the heart, the beating heart hits the soft paper, and it is clearly audible.

Standing among several female guests, Xiao Chongyun said something, probably about perfume, which made everyone laugh.Halfway through the talk, about himself, Xiao Chongyun turned around, met his gaze, and made a gesture, and the female relatives around him laughed wildly.

Standing beside his father, Zhang Wenshan heard his father ask the housekeeper, Uncle Li: "Is Madam not here today?"

"Say you're not feeling well and rest in your room."

The lady rarely participated in Xiao's occasions.When the internal struggle of the family was complicated, the place where she lived used to be guarded by layers of guards. Even when he went by himself occasionally, he had to report to Uncle Li.In recent years, the inside and outside have been peaceful, Xiao Chongyun went to visit the perfume school in France again, and the guards were slowly withdrawn, and he still seldom saw his stepmother show up.

Sometimes Zhang Wenshan even thought that even though she was held on top of her father's heart, she probably didn't have much love for him.If there is, it also lies in the stability and wealth brought to her by this family.

My father sighed suddenly, saying that he was tired from socializing, so he turned and went back upstairs to rest.

Perhaps it was because he looked back at Xiao Chongyun too closely, the secretary reminded him behind him: "Young Master, don't be confused by the kind and innocent face of the Second Young Master. He is showing weakness to you. The Second Young Master is not much different from his mother, just It's because of that witch, Missy—"

Secretary Liao's secret identity was from his grandfather Zhang's family, so he always called his mother "Miss".Because of Xiao Chongyun's mother back then, his father abandoned his mother, which eventually led to a catastrophe.The past is like a cloud of smoke, which rises from the bottom of his eyes and then spreads away. Whether Xiao Chongyun should be blamed for this, Zhang Wenshan thought, you can't escape after all.

Since you have enjoyed the splendor and wealth of the second young master of the Xiao family through your identity as that woman, you should also repay the debt owed by her.

Let me expose your hypocrisy.

He took a glass of red wine from the secretary's hand, raised it from a distance, and said with a smile: "Dry it."

A maid walked over with red wine and stood beside Xiao Chongyun.

There was almost a chill in that smile.You give me a book of poems, and I return you a glass of wine.You love to play brotherhood in front of your father, and we'll keep playing it.It's just the wine brought by my people, do you dare to drink it?

In the next second, the smile froze on his face.

Xiao Chongyun stretched out his hand, chose a glass of wine on the tray, lowered his head and took a sip, then raised it up to greet him: "Brother."

The numerous crowds, harsh violin music, and mechanical entertainment all fell silent for a moment.Then Xiao Chongyun turned around and started laughing and chatting with the female relatives around him again.He smiled and gestured something, lowered his head to drink, looked like a person walking out of a pictorial from a distance.

"Don't worry, young master, it's chronic poisoning," Secretary Liao whispered behind him, "It won't happen on the spot."

Zhang Wenshan couldn't hear anything, he just looked at Xiao Chongyun intently, and lowered his head while talking and laughing while drinking.

He suddenly passed through the crowd, walked over, grabbed Xiao Chongyun's wrist, snatched the wine glass, and slammed it on the ground!The glass made an ear-piercing sound on the smooth floor. Zhang Wenshan suddenly grabbed the young man's neckline, pulled it over, and pulled it behind a marble pillar, sneering: "You act, how dare you act."

At that moment, the young man under him had only shock in his eyes: "What are you acting for?"

Zhang Wenshan stared intently into his eyes, as if through the dark black pupils, he could see through the soul of this person.

The body was hugged, and there was a soft and fresh fragrance. Xiao Chongyun used the perfume that day, probably he adjusted it himself, and the atmosphere was just right.He supported Zhang Wenshan, stretched out his face and smelled it under his nose, and complained: "Brother, I've told you for 800 years not to drink so much alcohol in social gatherings. If it doesn't work, I can block it for a while. It's too late to come to me when you're drunk."

He explained to a beautiful lady beside him: "It's nothing, my brother is drunk, take him to rest. Remember to give me your phone number later!"

In the end, Secretary Liao sent him upstairs.

Zhang Wenshan pretended to be overwhelmed with alcohol, staggered upstairs, pushed away the secretary who was helping him, and resumed his normal gait.Secretary Liao followed behind: "Master, your heart has softened."

Zhang Wenshan paused, expressionless: "I was drunk just now."

The moment Zhang Wenshan disappeared down the stairs, Xiao Chongyun found an excuse and went to the bathroom.The bathroom he went to was in a remote part of the mansion, which was only used by servants, so it was very private.Xiao Chongyun closed the door, glanced at the mirror, the smile on his face faded slowly, and he looked pale and helpless.He lowered his head towards the sink, stuck his index finger into his throat, picked it a few times, and then spat it out.

Just now Zhang Wenshan dropped the wine glass, but he had already taken two sips before that.

At the banquet, I didn't eat a few mouthfuls, and the only thing I spit out was sour water besides the wine.Xiao Chongyun vomited until he couldn't vomit, so he turned on the water to rinse the sink, and washed his face with clean water.

"Brother, I gave you a collection of poems." He leaned on the sink, looking thin and lonely, "You returned me a glass of poisoned wine."

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "I really want to pay you back for your poetry collection."