Smells

Xiang Lin fell in love, to be precise, it should be a unilateral fall in love.

On weekend mornings, Xiao Chen always got up very late. He brushed his teeth sleepily with an electric toothbrush "buzzing". He turned his phone on and put it aside. Hearing Xiang Lin's excited voice on the phone, the whole People were inspired by her and became more energetic.

Xiao Chen spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth with water, and said vaguely, "Congratulations."

"Congratulations, the horoscope has not been written yet."

"Then you are so excited." Xiao Chen wiped some shaving cream on his chin.

"I just want to officially inform you that my old lady has finally come down from your tree."

A smile flashed across Xiao Chen's eyes, and he asked, "How did you know each other? What does that person do?"

"University professor, high-level intellectual." Xiang Lin's tone was very proud, as if the high-level intellectual was already her husband, "I met him while traveling."

A circle of white foam was wiped off Xiao Chen's chin. He picked up the razor from the shelf and started shaving in front of the mirror: "Long-distance relationship?"

"No, he is from our side. We just met abroad."

"Such a fate? It's very good, if you are a good person, try it."

"Fucking mother was hospitalized recently. I want to visit the hospital today. Lao Ding said you're dating someone? Or a flower shop?"

"It's called a flower art studio." Xiao Chen corrected, "It's not an ordinary flower shop."

"Are you really talking about someone?"

"not yet."

Xiang Lin clicked her tongue: "Where is the studio? I'm going to buy a bunch of flowers and do business with others."

Xiao Chen gave her an address, but in fact he will go there soon, nominally to return Yu Ying's scarf, but actually to show his presence in the past.

The two met in the alley near the silent studio.

Xiang Lin wore a knee-length wine-red woolen coat and patent leather high-heeled short boots, and met Xiao Chen at the entrance of the coffee shop.

Her hair was cut short, just to cover the length of her jawline, and she had a big curl, which made her look very youthful.

"The new hairstyle is nice." Xiao Chen walked towards her, holding a paper bag with a scarf in his hand.

Xiang Lin moved the limited-edition crocodile leather satchel on her wrist to her forearm, and said happily, "That must be, do you feel ten years younger?"

"That's not true." Xiao Chen didn't understand the style, and he didn't have the EQ to make a woman happy. He glanced at her red coat and said, "Girls in their early twenties don't usually wear it like this."

Xiang Lin pushed him: "Get out."

When approaching the door of the silent studio, Xiao Chen suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A police car was parked in front of the studio.

"What's going on?" Xiang Lin stretched her neck to look over there, she didn't know why and said, "What happened? Why is there a police car?"

Xiao Chen stared blankly at the man who came out of the studio.

It's Yu Ying.

He actually wore a light blue police uniform. When he walked up to the police car, someone got out of the car to greet him. It was another policeman in uniform.The man took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Yu Ying.

Because Yu Ying was tall, when the man reached out for a cigarette, he had to lower his head slightly to bite the cigarette.

Looking from Xiao Chen's direction, the difference in height vaguely overlaps with a difference in status, making one feel like the police officer is giving Yu Ying a cigarette.

But Yu Ying didn't take the cigarette, he raised his hand to block it, and shook his head.

"Stop smoking today."

The man was taken aback, and quickly put away the cigarette: "What I'm talking about is, look at my brain and my mouth, once I become addicted, I can't control it."

A younger police officer next to him said: "Sister-in-law tells you to smoke less every day, did you listen?"

"Hey you bastard, are you getting more and more smug now?" Zhou Wei raised his brows upside down, "Do you dare to talk about seniors?"

"Don't dare to dare." The young police officer immediately put on a low-browed look.

While chatting here, Xiao Chen walked over with Xiang Lin.

Yu Ying glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of the eye. He turned his head and said, "Brother Chen?"

The tall and straight figure is wrapped in the solemn and straight police uniform, which makes Yu Ying even more resolute.At that moment, Xiao Chen seemed to be able to travel through time through the light blue uniform as clear as the clear sky, and see the dashing figure of a young police officer.

Xiao Chen walked up to the police officer: "Why are you dressed like this? Where are you going?"

Yu Yingchong nodded slightly to Xiang Lin, and said to Xiao Chen: "Today is the death day of my comrade-in-arms. I will visit him in the cemetery."

His tone was as calm as water, his eyes looking at Xiao Chen were soft, and there was an imperceptible solemnity in his gentle charm.

"Is it the old friend you dreamed about before?" Xiao Chen asked involuntarily.

Yu Ying stared at him for a long time, then nodded: "It's him."

"Yu Ying, it's time to go." Zhou Wei pointed to his watch.

Yu Ying responded, put on her police cap solemnly, said goodbye to Xiao Chen, took a long leg, and got into the police car.

The police car drove away, Xiang Lin looked back at the police car going away, and asked in surprise, "Is he a policeman?"

"It used to be." Xiao Chen said.

As soon as Xiao Chen entered the door, Xu Ke was stunned: "Brother Chen, why are you here?!"

"Why can't I come?" Xiao Chen imitated her tone and asked back.

Xu Ke stared wide-eyed at the door, then at Xiao Chen, and stammered, "Boss, he..."

"I met him." Xiao Chen said.

"Ah?!" Xu Ke yelled, and the ending sound raised eight degrees.

"I know he went to pay homage to his comrades." Xiao Chen said indifferently, "I also saw him wearing a police uniform. He looks handsome."

Xu Ke's attention was instantly diverted: "Handsome! I think it's super handsome too. Damn, it's the first time I've seen the boss in a police uniform. He's so handsome!"

"Little beauty, can you wrap a bouquet of flowers for me?" Xiang Lin who was on the side finally had a chance to interject, "It's for the old lady in the hospital."

"Ah, okay, okay, are you brother Chen's friend?"

Xiang Lin smiled gracefully, making things a big deal: "I'm his ex-wife."

Xu Ke was stunned: "...what?"

Xiang Lin held the crocodile leather bag and smiled calmly: "I have a good relationship with Xiao Chen, for his sake, can you give me a discount?"

The little girl's habitual cognition of Xiao Chen has been completely shattered, and her expression froze into a stone statue.

Xiang Lin stopped teasing her, and flicked her delicate face with her fingers: "Okay, just teasing you, your boss knows that Xiao Chen is divorced, so don't be too weird. Go, wrap carnations for sister, thank you little beauty .”

Xu Ke digested it for a while, and nodded vigorously: "Okay! Just wait a moment!"

Xiang Lin sat down in front of the bar and sighed: "Now I really regret marrying you back then."

Xiao Chen looked down at the phone, without raising his head, he said, "Isn't it a shame to say that?"

"Isn't it very white lotus?" Xiang Lin spread her hands, mocking herself nonchalantly, "Stand up again. But regret is really regret, wasting a lot of time, what do you think I'm wasting time with you? "

Let's be happy.

People will never look back if they hit the south wall without hitting their heads and bleeding.

While talking, the doorbell rang, and Xingzhun was handling the flowers without raising his head: "Welcome."

A well-dressed lady stood outside the door. She didn't enter the door. She put her hands in front of her body, clutched a leather bag, and looked inside a few times.

"Hi, do you want to buy flowers or pick them up?" Xing Zhun walked over and asked.

The man asked directly, "Is there someone named Jiang Yan here?"

Xing Zhun nodded and said, "Yes, you are?"

"Where is the other person?" The man's eyes changed, and he walked into the room very eagerly, "Where is he?"

Xingzhun couldn't help but frowned: "Who are you? What do you want him for?"

"I'm fucking."

Everyone was stunned.

"Is he not there?" The woman wanted to go a little further into the back room, but was stopped by Xing Zhun raising her hand.

"He's not here." Xing Zhun said coldly, "I don't remember that Jiang Yan has a mother, so don't come looking for him anymore."

The woman glared at Xingzhun displeased: "Who are you? What does it matter to you if I find my son? Can you speak?"

Without further ado, Xingzhun pushed the person out: "I can't speak, especially with things that are not human. Please get out, thank you."

"Hey, you—who are you, you are sick..." The woman's sharp voice was blocked from the door, and Xing Zhun closed the door forcefully.

Xing Zhun walked over with a sullen face, Xu Ke grabbed her sleeve: "Sister Zhun Zhun..."

"Don't tell Brother Ying about this beforehand, and don't tell Jiang Yan either."

Xu Ke nodded obediently: "...um."

Xiao Chen asked her, "Jiang Yan's mother is still alive?"

Xingzhun sneered: "I didn't expect that she was still alive, she seems to be alive and well."

In fact, Xiao Chen's mood was a little delicate all day today. He couldn't tell what it was like, but he felt heavy in his heart, like a stone was pressed on his heart, which inhibited the blood flow and made him unable to do anything vigorously.

So at night Ding Zhaoqiu called him to go to the bar for a drink, and he agreed without even thinking about it.

Ding Zhaoqiu just broke up with his starlet boyfriend, he is a chic and free-spirited person, he has to find a new love after breaking up, he can't always hang on the old tree.

Ding Zhaoqiu and the bar owner are friends, and they greet each other warmly when they meet.

"Hey, Mr. Ding hasn't come for quite a while." The boss glanced at Xiao Chen who was beside Ding Zhaoqiu. He looked unfamiliar, and asked in a low voice, "Have you changed?"

Xiao Chen doesn't come to places like bars very often, so the boss is naturally rude to him.

Ding Zhaoqiu turned his head, traced Xiao Chen's figure and appearance with his eyes, and asked the boss with a smile, "Do you think I like this? I like young grass, which is younger than me, and I don't like this old thing."

Xiao Chen glanced at him impatiently.

Ding Zhaoqiu pointed at him with a thumbs up: "Friend, come and drink with me."

"I said, I was abrupt. I remember your partner is a star, right?"

"Break up." Ding Zhaoqiu waved his hands, "Skip over this, I'm here today to have an affair with you."

The boss narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Then I wish you a successful affair."

The light in the bar was dim, Xiao Chen put his elbows on the bar counter, and took a small sip from his wine glass.

Ding Zhaoqiu touched him with his cup and took a sip: "What's wrong with you? You got dumped by Yu Ying?"

Xiao Chen lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.

"I said, are you two getting together? What's the matter, is there a bottleneck in courtship?"

Xiao Chen pushed the wine glass in front of the bartender, asking him to refill it for himself, and said in a flat tone: "Today he went to pay respects to his comrades who passed away."

"Huh?" Ding Zhaoqiu signaled him to continue.

Xiao Chen stared at the brownish-yellow liquid in the wine glass with a distracted expression, and his brows frowned slightly: "Actually, I'm a little uncomfortable."

But it's hard to express this uncomfortable feeling, because he himself doesn't know why.

"That comrade in arms died to save Yu Ying."

Ding Zhaoqiu paused, his hands clenched the wine glass tightly, his eyes widened dramatically.

"The little girl in the studio said that the comrade-in-arms likes Yu Ying, I don't know if it's true—"

"You are jealous of the dead, brother..."

Xiao Chen shook his head: "No." He looked at Ding Zhaoqiu with a worried expression, "How is that possible."

Xiao Chen raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, his eyes were slightly red from the impact of alcohol: "I just don't feel well. I don't care at all about the relationship between Yu Ying and his comrade-in-arms, I—"

It may be that the living can never take the place of the dead in a person's heart, no matter what the identity of the dead is.

Xiao Chen choked up, and didn't want to say any more.

If he didn't listen to Yu Ying explain the past clearly, he might be stuck here for the rest of his life.

The people around may see that Xiao Chen and Ding Zhaoqiu are not a couple, they seem to come here to forage together, so after a while, someone came to strike up a conversation with Xiao Chen with a wine glass.

"Handsome guy, alone?" The man raised his glass to Xiao Chen, "Have a drink?"

Ding Zhaoqiu said: "Does he look like a person?"

The man gave him a sly smile: "You two are not a couple at first glance." He turned his face to Xiao Chen again: "Have a drink together? I invite you."

Xiao Chen picked up the phone and waved his hands: "Thank you, no need." After that, he took the phone and walked out the door.

Ding Zhaoqiu shouted: "Where are you going?!"

"I'll go out and make a phone call, and I'll be back later." Xiao Chen's back was hidden in the crowd.

Xiao Chen hiccupped in the evening wind, and took out a cigarette from his pocket. The night was chilly, his fingers were trembling, and he bit a cigarette into his mouth.

With a click, a dark blue flame burst out from the lighter.Xiao Chen blocked the wind blowing in all directions with his hands, lowered his head slightly, and lit a cigarette with the lighter.

He took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, squinted his eyes and entered Yu Ying's number on the phone.