Floating Perfume Shop

"There is something wrong now, I can't come to see you, sorry."

Xiao Chongyun thought about this sentence repeatedly, trying to find its inner hidden meaning.

It's because I didn't fully gain Zhang Wenshan's trust, did Zhang Wenshan temporarily regret it?Was it his father's investigation of the inside story at home that made him vigilant and planned to hide it in a low-key manner?What was it that made him give up the temptation he threw out and reject this proposal?

The moment Xiao Chongyun received the text message, he seemed to fall into the abyss of disappointment.It's as if the ghosts in hell grabbed a spider's thread, but suddenly the thread broke.Even if you know that if you climb up along this silk thread, you will fall from a high place one day and your body will be smashed to pieces, but as long as you can leave this cold and cold world forever, you will never turn back.

Xiao Chongyun thought for a long time.

Maybe it's me, Xiao Chongyun thought, this weight is too light after all.After all, with Zhang Wenshan's current status and status, there must be no shortage of soft and fragrant red jade, flesh and blood and painted skin.It doesn't matter whether he wants a man or a woman. The impulse and confusion will wake up sooner or later. After calming down, he immediately finds that he has made an inappropriate transaction.

Xiao Chongyun called his father.

Since he was a child, he seldom called his father. Almost all calls were made to his mother to report on his studies and campus anecdotes. Occasionally, his father knew about it, and it should have been revealed by his mother during the conversation.When Xiao Chongyun dialed the number, a kind of hope rose in his heart, thinking that maybe he could tell his father directly that he would not have to go into the abyss.The first half of the call was an ordinary academic report. The man on the other end of the phone had a low voice and seemed to be in a good mood: "Chongyun, you are very similar to your mother in this way. She was also such a one-in-a-million talent back then."

"I always thought it was my father who knew more about perfume."

Xiao Li just smiled: "I was not as good as your mother when she was eleven, but I was willing to be a stepping stone when she walked forward."

This is a very good atmosphere, the father is kind and the son is filial, happy and harmonious, Xiao Chongyun carefully asked: "How is the mother's health?"

"She has always been weak, and she has a bit of cold recently, so she needs to take care of her."

Xiao Chongyun weighed his words carefully: "I heard that my mother has been bedridden for the past few days, and she didn't even go to the small garden."

"It's really just a cold, don't worry."

Xiao Chongyun was silent.

But my father was always in a good mood: "I know what you are worried about. Wenshan is your elder brother. Don't think too much and concentrate on your studies."

Wenshan is your older brother.

I do regard him as my elder brother, but this person has never regarded me as my younger brother.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing," Xiao Chongyun hung up the phone, "Father, you are busy."

After all, he couldn't say what this brother thought about him, and what conditions he put forward.Since he came to the Xiao family when he was young, Xiao Li has always been very kind to him, even far surpassing Zhang Wenshan, who really has the blood of the Xiao family.When Zhang Wenshan was in middle school, he walked to and from school by himself, saying that delicate flowers could not grow in the greenhouse.Later, he was targeted by his enemies. Zhang Wenshan was kidnapped once on the way to school. After being rescued, he still went to and from school by himself, but was followed secretly.However, Xiao Chongyun has been picked up and dropped off since kindergarten.Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper of Xiaoli from a young age, drove Xiao Chongyun to the private kindergarten every day, and all the children picked him up 10 minutes before school.This habit lasted until he graduated from high school. Xiao Chongyun, who was in adolescence, strongly protested, and then he relaxed a little.

At first he thought it was his father's love, but when he grew up, he realized that it was a kind of house arrest.The father put the mother under house arrest in the compound of the deep house, and he was just a pawn.It wasn't until the relationship between the two eased that he got the chance to move freely.Xiao Chongyun has always been respectful and distant to his father.

He was born with an intuition, knowing what weight he has, what his brother is, what should be said and what should not be said on the balance of life weight.Xiao Li was indeed as close as a son to him, and even tried to please him in every possible way, but Zhang Wenshan's father's blood really flowed from him.Even in this poisoning incident, his father knew that he and his brother would not be able to take off the dry cleaning, so he would not be cruel to him in the end. After checking, he could only find a scapegoat who returned to the small rainforest village.

This is why, sometimes Xiao Chongyun feels like he is in an ice cellar.It was like this when my father was still alive, if one day he was gone, it would be the end of my mother and myself.

At this time, sending a sweet text message to Zhang Wenshan, or making a phone call full of pleadings, would not be able to save the situation.Zhang Wenshan didn't trust him and was afraid of the delicate situation, so he refused to fall into his trap again.

So Xiao Chongyun wrote a letter.

At that time, he was sitting in the laboratory, having finished his last experiment, concocted the last perfume formula in his five-year academic career, and wrote the last word of his graduation thesis.During this time, Xiao Chongyun buried his head in the laboratory, and what he has been working on is the graduation project.This school has a six-year schooling system, and there was still a full year before the graduation project, but Xiao Chongyun had a premonition that he would never have another chance.

That Bishe perfume has an oriental name called "Afterlife".

This is the last thing he intends to leave to the world.

Xiao Chongyun checked the data and words of the graduation thesis one last time, filled in the receiving address, saved it in the mailbox in advance, and set a relatively long delivery time.After finishing all this, he took out a stack of white letter paper from the drawer, took a pen with blue and black ink, and began to write a letter to Zhang Wenshan.

"My dear brother, seeing a letter is like meeting you."

When I wrote this letter, it was already deep winter in January. According to the old calendar, spring began in February, so it must be very cold in China at this time.The advantage of studying in France is that there are frequent holidays. Shortly after the Christmas holiday, it is the winter vacation.In the past, Xiao Chongyun didn't often go back to Long Island during the winter vacation. He often went on short trips with a backpack on his back to see the scenery of other countries and smell the world. Zhang Wenshan knew this.In Xiao Chongyun's letter, he wrote about the weather in France, three meals a day, board and lodging conditions, socializing with friends, and his feelings, but he didn't mention a single word of euphemism, love and hatred, just like an ordinary letter from home. Write about your current situation.

In the middle of writing the letter, the elementary school boy picked up outside went to the laboratory to look for him, and looked over his shoulder at the paper: "Senior, your handwriting is so beautiful, who are you writing the letter to?"

Nicolas chirped: "Email is so convenient now, why write a letter?"

"Some things can only be conveyed with a pen, paper, and ink."

"Then what did you write, senior?"

Xiao Chongyun raised his head and saw half of Nicolas' face exposed in the white scarf.Compared with the cautious, timid and introverted child at this time, the elementary school boy has changed a lot, especially the way he looks at people, like spring flowers, which are extraordinarily warming, Xiao Chongyun couldn't help being warmed a little, in his heart Slightly relaxed for a moment.

He replied, "Love letter."

The elementary school boy was stunned for a moment, and stretched his neck to look over: "Senior Xiao, your handwriting is so beautiful, why don't you write one for me too?"

Xiao Chongyun stopped teasing him: "This is a family letter for my brother. The family letter is worth ten thousand gold, and every word must be carefully written."

"Didn't you have a bad relationship with Brother Ling?"

"Correct."

The junior student still wanted to ask, but Xiao Chongyun stopped answering, twisted the junior student's clothes and sent him out.He didn't finish writing until the sun went down, and the cold sunlight fell through the glass on the workbench and the white paper.In just two pages, it took a day to write.

The whole letter is nothing more than a family letter about daily chores, but in the last paragraph, I changed my style of writing, saying that if the family goes north, it will be Thailand, and the pleasant spring will soon be there.He said that he rented a house on the Malaysian side of the border, and planned to sneak back to Long Island during the winter vacation, to live there for a few days, and think about the way of life in the future.

He didn't ask Zhang Wenshan if he would like to go with him, and he didn't mention the previous transaction again. He just asked at the end: "The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?"

When the letter was finished, Xiao Chongyun lay on the chair, feeling exhausted.Suddenly he smelled a refreshing fragrance.The breath of white roses is very delicate, like the first melting spring snow, which has been soothing to the bottom of people's hearts.In fact, when he was writing the letter, this kind of gentle and cold fragrance had been enveloping him, but Xiao Chongyun was too focused and didn't pay attention.

He looked around, there was no one else in the laboratory, and there was no source of the scent. After a while, he realized that the scent came from his collar.Someone took him to concentrate on writing, and put perfume on the neckline of his shirt. As time went by, this delicate, cold and delicate scent surrounded him.

There is only one person who has been to the laboratory.

Nicolas called him at the right time: "Senior, did you smell it?"

Xiao Chongyun frowned: "Are you responsible for washing it off for me?"

The elementary school boy was immediately hurt: "This is my best work of the year, called 'Redemption'. I originally wanted to find a company to cooperate with the listing and sell it for money, but said that the name was too small and could not be sold. Let me change it. If I don't change it, I will change it. It was rejected. Senior, don’t you think this name matches this recipe? How can you wash such a good work just by washing it?”

Really an excellent fragrance with a really underwhelming name that needs to be repackaged.Xiao Chongyun has always recognized the strength of this Dongfang junior, as well as his sincerity, hard work, and low-key personality, so he seriously helped him propose design solutions, and even contributed his own connections. Unexpectedly, he was flattered and patted on the horse's leg On the phone, the elementary school brother immediately hung up the phone.

A few days later, the junior really came to the door and forcibly took away his shirt and coat, saying that he had repented deeply and wanted to send him out for dry cleaning.

The unhappy elementary school boy said: "Senior, have you ever had the experience of standing in hell and suddenly a beam of light was cast from above?"

Xiao Chongyun knew that he was standing in hell now, but he didn't speak.

"When you feel that you have nothing, are useless, and can only drift and rot, suddenly someone tells you that you are actually a genius. You have longed for and admired that person, just like the grass in the gutter watching the sky The sun, but I never thought that I would have the same talent as him. It is that kind of person who pulls you, pulls you from the cold and depraved place to the sunshine, so you made such a perfume for him—— Would you easily change the name of such a perfume for a little money?"

Xiao Chongyun said, of course not.

"This is what 'salvation' wants to express," the elementary school boy said angrily, "Senior, even if you lure me with ten times the price, I won't change my name."

He asked again: "Senior Xiao, have you encountered anything unpleasant recently?"

In fact, during that time Xiao Chongyun often laughed, smiled at everyone, and was gentle and considerate in his dealings with others. He didn't expect that anyone would see the clue.Raising his head, he met a pair of dark serious eyes.

"You've been laughing a lot lately," Nicolas said, "I'm panicking from laughing. It feels like you want to use up all the smiles in your life at once, and never smile at me again after laughing."

These words were like a small hammer, hitting Xiao Chongyun's heart once.He patted his apprentice's head and brought the matter over.

I don't know how long it will take for the postage stamp on the letter to arrive, but it seems to have disappeared.Xiao Chongyun calculated the time, but according to the time he calculated, he did not wait for Zhang Wenshan's reply.So he had to pack his luggage by himself, return to Kuala Lumpur according to the scheduled plan, and then went to a trading city called "Naji".Previously, Xiao Chongyun rented a small single-family house here through the Internet. There is a living room downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs.He attached the address to the previous letter and sent it to Zhang Wenshan.

When I first moved in, I received a call from my family, saying that Zhang Wenshan had returned to Nanyang alone.

Xiao Chongyun's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to call Zhang Wenshan, but he couldn't decide the timing.While hesitating, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He stood in front of the window on the second floor and looked down, just in time to see Zhang Wenshan standing at the door on the first floor of the small building with his suitcase at his feet, knocking on the door.Zhang Wenshan was wearing a thin black windbreaker, one arm seemed to be injured, and was tied with a white bandage, but he stood up straight and fearsome, like a devil who was on time for an appointment.

He actually came.