Floating Perfume Shop

During Xiao Chongyun's stay in Kuala Lumpur, he repeatedly thought about Nurse Feng's question: "Hey, you don't persuade Xiao Wenshan either. How is he now, is he still alone?"

I thought over and over again about my answer back then: "Yes, he is still alone now."

The police in country C finally contacted him, saying that through DNA testing, it was confirmed that the deceased was Zhang Wenshan.Ask him if he would like to take the remains, although there are not many left, to take back.

Xiao Chongyun said yes.

"Actually, the investigation results are a bit strange regarding the gang fight at the scene." The investigator said to him, "The group who kidnapped you said that the reason they had a conflict with Zhang Wenshan was because they were fighting for an inheritance that originally belonged to Zhang Wenshan. This has also been confirmed from your testimony."

"That's right." Xiao Chongyun said, "This inheritance requires a special perfume, so they kidnapped me. I am the only one who can make this perfume."

"Yes, but this is strange. It was two years ago when Zhang Wenshan went after the person nicknamed 'Professor'. At that time, 'Professor' had not found you, and you were free." The investigator said, "If Zhang Wenshan really wants that money, shouldn't he go to you first, at least find a token that allows him to inherit the inheritance, instead of clinging to the 'Professor'?"

He suddenly remembered that two years ago, Zhou Tianhao came to him and suddenly asked, "Does anyone want to buy your formula for circulating incense?"

Xiao Chongyun replied no.

Zhou Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Counting it, that was the time when the 'professor' started looking for Huan Xiangxiang, and it was also the time when Zhang Wenshan started to deal with this person.

"Brother Ling didn't intend to ask for an inheritance at all. He was simply holding on to it, chasing after him fiercely, and nibbling away at the opposing forces." The investigator thought for a while, "Mr. Xiao, do you have any speculation?"

"I don't know." Xiao Chongyun shook his head, "I haven't spoken to him for many years."

"I have a private speculation, and I hope it doesn't break your heart." The investigator said, "For what reason he doesn't want an inheritance, I don't know, but I think it may be to protect you. 'Professor' just wants to find circular incense, It will definitely hurt you, and he intends to destroy this force before this happens. Including the last battle you saw, it may also be for this purpose."

"Mr. Xiao, are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"You have a brother who loves you."

Xiao Chongyun hung up the phone and left for the north of Malaysia. He received Zhang Wenshan's urn on the border with country C in Thailand.He took the ashes back to Kuala Lumpur and went to a cemetery.

The cemetery is not too far from the burned Shaw home, behind a church, on a small grassy field on a slope.Standing on the grass, looking back, I can see the place where the fire burned and the garden where they played since they were young.

Zhang Wenshan once took him to make origami airplanes in the garden, one after another, flying all over the trees, requiring servants to use bamboo poles to knock them down.

His father rests in this meadow, and his mother is here too.Xiao Chongyun walked among the neat tombstones and found two old ones.The handwriting on the stone had been blurred by the rain, Xiao Chongyun carefully identified it, and found the words Zhang Kexin written on it.

Xiao Han's tombstone is no longer available, but his father put his wife's tomb in a place where he could overlook his home.From here, the mother can watch over his son all the time, watching Xiao Wenshan grow up and be truly raised as the heir of the Xiao family, reaping the wealth and happiness that Xiao Han fought for the family.

My father probably planned it this way—Xiao Chongyun thought.

He went to negotiate and was told that the small cemetery was full.

"Aren't there still two vacancies?" Xiao Chongyun asked, "Under the statue of the angel, one on the left and one on the right..."

"Someone came here many years ago and fixed those two positions." The person in charge of the cemetery led him into the archives room, took out an old document, flipped through it page by page, and pointed it out to him. "The deposit was paid early, and we have a registration record. You see."

It was a record book about seven or eight years ago, and the handwriting in pure blue ink was so faint that it was almost invisible.

The person in charge read out the name of the person who made the reservation: "Wenshan Zhang."

"Everyone says I betray you, but you want to die and make a final conclusion, how can it be so easy?"

"I will write a heartfelt eulogy for you, telling the past. I will truthfully confess my evil and expose your hypocrisy."

"A long time ago, I chose two cemeteries, one on the left and the other on the right. I will bury you on the left, and after reading the eulogy, I will go to the right to find you."

……

Xiao Chongyun was almost speechless.

He gripped the corner of the table tightly with his hands before forcing himself to speak: "I know this man, he is my brother. This is the cemetery he chose for himself."

Zhang Wenshan's tomb is low-key and simple, with only a gray tombstone and no epitaph, only his name engraved on it.The words on the tombstone were carved by Xiao Chongyun himself, one knife at a time, carved deep into the stone, even the wind and rain could not melt away.

Brother, the past is too heavy, let's let it go.

If a person's obsession is too deep, he will be trapped in the past and can no longer move forward.

If you or any of me had found that hospital ten years ago, it would have ended differently.On the phone that day, I lied.I said to the investigator who called, we haven't spoken a word in years.

No, I did.

You said to me that day, dear brother, I love you.

I heard.

There are still people waiting for me. If I can't finish reading the eulogy, I will go to the left to find you.But one day, I will come back, if you are willing to wait for me.A person's life is very long, and you have to wait a long time.

Now that I think about it, the wound you left on me back then is no longer very painful.

Hope you do too.

Xiao Chongyun went to the bank mentioned in the text message.

The headquarter of the bank is located in a small neutral country in Europe with beautiful scenery and fresh air.The teller who received him was an Englishman, and after his simple explanation and inquiry, he was invited to an independent VIP room.

"Before this, there were many people who claimed to be Wenshan Xiao's agent, and came to collect the assets entrusted by his father here." The teller in the black suit was polite, "The things they brought were all wrong. You are also Xiao Sir's agent?"

"No, he has passed away." Xiao Chongyun lowered his head, "I am his younger brother, the only relative and heir."

He bent down, opened the suitcase, took out a glass bottle, put it on the table, and pushed it over: "This is 'Eternal Summer.'"

According to Xiao Li's will, the bank invited a special incense appraiser.

The hot aroma fills the small space, from light to thick, from gentle to hot, to affectionate, and back to the gentle early summer, and the cycle goes on and on, never stopping.

The incense appraiser was stunned and held his hand: "This is the real 'Eternal Summer'! Sir, who are you and what is your name?"

After he heard the answer, his eyes widened: "Chongyun Xiao, it's you! I've heard your name before!"

"You are 'Xiao of the East'. So you are still in the perfume industry! You are still so good!"

Xiao Chongyun shook hands with him and exchanged contact information. When the rookie perfumer walked away, he couldn't let go: "Do you know Guerlain's perfumer Castel? Talking about you, saying you'll be back one day. Will you really be back?"

"I will." Xiao Chongyun nodded.

That gray industrial chain has collapsed with the death of the "professor".What his father left to Zhang Wenshan was indeed a huge sum of money.The banker asked Xiao Chongyun what to do with the money.Xiao Chongyun thought for a while: "I want to do another commission."

"what did you say?"

"Someone once posed a riddle to the world, saying that the person who can solve the cycle incense can inherit all his wealth and wisdom. This person is my mother's teacher. She inherited the teacher's knowledge and gave up wealth. Later My father asked me and my brother a riddle, and my brother must solve the secret of Huanhuanxiang in order to inherit his wealth." Xiao Chongyun said, "I also want to leave a riddle."

"What conditions do you want to put forward for this wealth?"

Xiao Chongyun took a piece of paper and wrote a fragrance prescription on it.

"This wealth is given to the next person who cracks the secret of circular fragrance. If someone can come here with such a perfume, he will get all my wealth."

Xiao Chongyun finally returned home.

Zhang Song was impatient to stay in Shanghai, and sent ten text messages a day, each with only five words: "Teacher, are you going home?"

So Xiao Chongyun went home.

His plane stopped at Chengdu Shuangliu Airport, Xiao Chongyun took a taxi and went directly to Qintai Road.Compared with when we left, Fengfeng Street has hardly changed, except that a few emerald shops have been closed down, and two theaters have been newly opened.

His perfume shop is still there, with a rusty key still pressed under the flower pot.He opened the door, the table was covered with dust, and the counter was full of failed products.All the equipment was shipped to Shanghai for the kid to use, and the fragrance room was empty except for a table with a few swimsuit magazines on it.

Xiao Chongyun tried to turn on the old desktop computer, but it was barely usable, but the love action movie of international friends he had carefully preserved was deleted, and it could not be restored with software.Xiao Chongyun called Xiaogui Xingshi to ask for his guilt, but before he could speak, he heard Zhang Song running around in a hurry: "Teacher, when are you coming back?"

"Have you received my letter?" Xiao Chongyun said.

The kid was silent.

"I wrote it in the small building, full of care and sympathy for you, I hope you can be strong and independent, grow up, the big roc spreads its wings, and the glorious letter, have you received it?"

"Got it." The kid retorted, "But at that time you thought they would kill you."

"I didn't reflect this idea in the content of the letter." Xiao Chongyun pointed out, "What I'm writing to you is that you will think that I am in a distant place, and you will be self-reliant, strong and brave, and go forward alone."

"I have been with you for too long, and the road ahead can only be walked by you alone. You must learn to overcome obstacles by yourself and move forward bravely."

"You have long been an excellent perfumer." Xiao Chongyun said, "I can't teach you how to become an excellent entrepreneur. You should ask Zhou Tianhao for advice."

Xiao Zhang from "Afterlife" hung up the phone angrily, called up the address book, and dragged Zhou Tianhao into the blacklist.

Xiao Chongyun pulled out the original chair with missing legs and wrapped it with tape, and moved it to the window.The window glass was dirty, and everything seemed to be covered by a layer of fog.He just sat like this, thinking about the riddle his father had given Zhang Wenshan.

Originally, his father divided his wealth into two, one for Xiao Chongyun and one for Zhang Wenshan.Xiao Chongyun's wealth was given to his mother as a gift when he was very young.And if Zhang Wenshan wants to inherit the wealth, he must know the secret of Huanxiangxiang.

Only when he knew the secret of the cycle incense, would he be qualified to truly take charge of the huge property of this family, and follow Xiao Li's footsteps to gradually cut off these gray industrial chains and turn them into white.

Knowing the secret of Huanhuanxiang meant that his relationship with Xiao Chongyun was already very good at that time.He learned to bow his head and learn from his younger brother what he once dismissed, and Xiao Chongyun was willing to share this secret with him.

Brothers are of the same heart, and their profits cut through gold.

Why did my father choose "Eternal Summer"?

Xiao Chongyun thought, "Eternal Summer" probably corresponds to his mother's perfume "Four Seasons".Among the "four seasons", the fragrance lasts the longest in winter, so my father thought, to give my mother an eternal, endless, blooming, summer.

It started to rain gradually outside the window, and then stopped again.

Xiao Chongyun vaguely saw someone holding a black umbrella at the corner of the street.The man was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and black trousers, took two steps, and put away his umbrella a few tens of meters away from the perfume shop.

He stood there for a while before moving on.

Keep pushing open Xiao Chongyun's falsely concealed store door.

Zhou Tianhao's shirt was a little wet, and his hair was dripping. He stood at the door and called out in a low voice, "Senior Xiao."

The voice of Senior Xiao seemed to pass through layers of fog, overlapping with a bright-eyed, humble and lovely student in memory.The overlapping figures walked in front of him through the rain, through the mist, and through the air filled with the scent of white roses.

Zhou Tianhao knelt on the ground on one knee, and put his forehead on Xiao Chongyun's knee.He healed from his old wounds, tired but joyful: "Senior Xiao, I'm back."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

This is not the place where Nicolas and "Xiao of the East" met for the first time, but this is the place where Zhou Tianhao, the second boss of Lotus, met Xiao Chongyun for the first time.

The author has something to say: the story ends here, and there will be a sweet ending, which will not be too long, to write about the truth that was leaked in Shu brocade, and the sweet daily life.I said it would cure the wind, thank you for believing in me.

But these two days will be relatively busy, and the sweet ending will have to wait for a few days.

If I have a chance in the future, I would like to write the story of Wu Qi, or the story of Su Lan, or the story of the foreigner perfumer who copied Xiao Chongyun's homework for the Guerlain Chinese Level [-] major.

Garbage author: If you like this story, remember to tell me!

Manuscript box gentleman: Let me tell you, the hot chicken author is very vain, she will read the praise over and over a hundred times...

Manuscript box gentleman: And will skip a lot of critical remarks, pretending that the computer screen is black.

Manuscript Box Jun: Tell you that she is very toothless!

The manuscript box is the king's death.

I am a light bulb that can be changed four times a day, what kind of manuscript box do I want, huh?Useful? ?Throw it away with the anti-theft Zhang Jun! ! !