Olfactory failure

Unable to explain why the setting sun in the early winter would burn the tips of his ears, Wen Yanshu retreated from the window, no longer in the mood to deal with the work at hand.

Now it seems so impatient to go downstairs, and because of the fact that there is an outsider here, he has a quiet afternoon, and now he is pacing up and down in the room, looking at Jiang Er on the side of the small table cabinet, and daring again. Give him the idea of ​​applying for an independent perfume room.

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Er raised his head and asked, "Group Leader Wen, are you done with your work?"

"You need to rest if you spend too much time thinking." Wen Yan wrote blankly to fool people, "Why don't you get off work?"

Jiang Er looked at his watch: "It's not time to get off work yet, if you clock in early, full attendance will be deducted."

Wen Yanshu stretched out his hand: "Have you written the minutes of the meeting?"

"Okay, okay." Jiang Er hurriedly picked up the folder on the table and handed it over. He finished it at noon, but Wen Yanshu was busy all the time, so he didn't dare to disturb him.

The records in his hand were quite thick. Wen Yanshu opened it to read. Aside from Jiang Er’s large characters so he used a lot of paper, the minutes of the meeting were quite detailed.

He understood the quality of the finish at a glance, and he closed it and planned to read it at night: "Okay, let's get off work first."

Jiang Er feared that the other party was testing his work endurance, so he refused without thinking: "It's okay, team leader, I'll leave after memorizing the extraction method of this set of spices."

Wen Yanshu is dying of anxiety. Whatever extraction method you memorize, you can experience it yourself when you go to Grasse next week: "Go to the warehouse and get some spices for me. I will give you the names. Look carefully, so as not to confuse them."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Jiang Er memorized the materials all afternoon and was so bored, he happened to find an opportunity to exercise his muscles and bones, and immediately took orders and left.

Just as Wen Yanshu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Jiang Er, who had unscrewed the door, stopped and politely said, "Hello."

The various smells in the fragrance room were repeatedly blown away by the cold wind pouring in from the window, and a strong mixed floral fragrance broke in again to cover the original smell.

Relying on his height advantage, Zheng Chengyan looked over the head of the person at the door and looked at the people in the room: "Yan Shu, are you done with your work?"

Jiang Er suddenly raised his eyes, didn't he just ask Team Leader Wen this question, but this person called Team Leader Wen by his name.

He was blocked at the door and couldn't go in or out. When he was at a loss, Wen Yanshu said, "Let him go out first."

This was said to Zheng Chengyan, Zheng Chengyan made way sideways, and waited for the irrelevant person to leave, Zheng Chengyan was still poking outside the door to hold the rules: "Will you let me in?"

Wen Yanshu said: "You have come up."

Zheng Chengyan went in with flowers full of colorful flowers, hoping that Wen Yanshu would acquiesce in allowing him to enter all territories when he asked this question on any occasion.

Wen Yanshu's gaze stayed on the bunch of flowers briefly, and soon he confirmed that the one in front of him was not the one he had seen at the Lunhe Restaurant last time. Flowers cannot stay fresh forever, not to mention the Ouya paper exchange for this bunch. It became dark blue.

But Zheng Chengyan still chose [-] varieties of roses, platycodon, eucalyptus, etc. as last time. He looked around to find a place to put flowers, and inevitably bumped into a table and cabinet full of things against the wall. The place was empty the last time I was there.

"Didn't you say before that each perfumer has his own independent perfume room?" Zheng Chengyan walked to the small milky white table, Wen Yanshu's disposable lunch box that was used at noon today has not been thrown away, and there are still fish left in it Bones, "I didn't expect you to have someone else here, otherwise I would have been waiting for you downstairs."

"He is still an apprentice, and the supervisor asked me to take him with him. When he becomes a regular, the department will help him apply for an independent fragrance room." Wen Yanshu couldn't help staring at the bouquet of flowers, but Zheng Chengyan didn't say it was for him, so he just Hold back and don't ask, afraid of embarrassing yourself by guessing wrong.

Thinking about finding something to divert his attention, Wen Yanshu thought of something, took out his phone and unlocked it, and sent the names of several spices he wanted to pick up to Jiang Er, who was sent to the spice warehouse.

He had just exited the chat interface, and Qingxiang was in front of him. He was afraid that Zheng Chengyan would see the only one on the top, so he turned off the phone quietly and put it back, then raised his head.

The bouquet of flowers was handed under his eyes, Zheng Chengyan leaned his back against the edge of the table, crossed his legs in a relaxed posture: "Didn't you help me buy violets last time, the secretary said I looked good during that time A lot, I think you will be tired from working overtime recently, so I'll give you a bundle too."

Wen Yanshu's hands suddenly supported the weight of the flowers, which was very heavy, but his heart became very light because of the gift of burning buns.

A perfumer will come into contact with all kinds of flowers when collecting wind or visiting the origin of raw materials, but in the impression of Wen Yanshu, he has not really received such a large bouquet of flowers that belong to him. Going back to when the university took graduation photos, the bouquet that was stuffed into the hand of the professor as a temporary blessing by the parents was borrowed from the previous class.

"Reciprocity?" Wen Yanshu asked.

Zheng Chengyan had already thought about it so that both parties could answer comfortably: "If it's purely reciprocal, I'll ask the secretary to prepare it. I picked it myself."

No wonder it was so different, Wen Yanshu lightly twirled the petals of the white roses, turned around to look around for a vase where the flowers could be placed, and wondered where the bouquet went last time: "Would the secretary have such a variety of preparations?"

Zheng Chengyan walked back and forth behind him: "Only I know how to do it, and I have been suspected of aesthetics by the flower shop girl twice in a row."

"Who did you give it to last time?" Wen Yanshu leaned the bouquet on the table, took out a few bellflowers and orioles, and compared their heights beside the cleaned glass milk bottle.

Zheng Chengyan smiled and didn't answer, and helped him break off the extra flower stalks: "Are you still busy, when will you be off work?"

At this moment, there were many people in the lobby on the first floor, Wen Yanshu was used to keeping a low profile, and he didn't want to be dragged out of the company by Zheng Chengyan holding the leftover flowers, so he said: "There is still some work to do."

"Then you are busy with your work, I'll just intervene." Zheng Chengyan patted Wen Yanshu's lower back, as naturally as the signal he gave Wen Yanshu every time he attended together in the past.

But Zheng Chengyan used his palms to warm up that place, and Zheng Chengyan bowed his head and kissed that place, how could Wen Yanshu explain this action with pure thoughts.

He returned to the incense stand and sat down. The formula contained too many secrets that Zheng Chengyan could not know, so he opened another blank page to update the formula data.

The process of creating alone is often boring, but at this moment Wen Yanshu feels comfortable with the familiar sound of footsteps in his ears. His independent design is related to Zheng Chengyan, and now the breath he wants to capture is getting farther and farther away from him. closer.

When the other party came close to his side, Wen Yanshu didn't dodge as quickly as he usually resists other people's touch. He let Zheng Chengyan show the dazzling notes full of paper, anyway, the other party couldn't understand what was written : "Finished plugging in?"

"It's over." Zheng Chengyan put one hand on the table, admiring Wen Yanshu's serious creation when he was inspired by him.

Wen Yanshu scratched the back of his hand with the pen, and warned: "Be careful not to overturn the experimental bottle, this table of spices is very expensive."

After speaking, I thought of Jiang Er who had been late to return, don't let the task he gave be too heavy to stump people.

Whoever wanted to come, the doorknob was unscrewed from the outside, and Jiang Er went back and forth with a small box in his arms: "Group Leader Wen, I'm looking for..."

He looked at the tall man who was almost protecting Wen Yanshu in front of him with a very possessive posture, and added the end of the sentence gently: "...It's all done."

Even though the sunset was gentle, he somehow felt that the look that the man with the orange-red light on his shoulders gave him was colder than the convective north wind in the room.

Wen Yanshu didn't notice Zheng Chengyan's eyes, and poked his face out from the side of his arm resting on the table: "Just put it down, you can get off work."

Jiang Er responded, and quickly walked to the table and cabinet to pack things, making soft rustling noises in the quiet fragrance room.

Zheng Chengyan turned his gaze back to the back of Wen Yanshu's neck that was exposed from the collar of his white coat when he bowed his head.

With his left hand hanging by his side, he quietly twirled the aroma of his fingers when arranging flowers, and finally found the opportunity to tell Wen Yanshu an answer that the other party had always wanted to know.

"Yanshu, did you just ask who I gave the flowers to last time?"

Wen Yanshu's nib paused for a while, and continued writing after a while, pretending to be indifferent: "Don't be tricky."

As if he didn't want to be heard by anyone, Zheng Chengyan leaned forward, and by reaching for the experimental bottle at the other end of the fragrance table, his voice gently went around Wen Yanshu's ear: "I was waiting for you at the Lunhe restaurant that day, I want to celebrate our second wedding anniversary with you."

He saw Wen Yanshu's pen stop again, and he smoothly held the experimental bottle over there in his hand: "But you didn't keep the appointment, and I didn't send out my flowers."

"It didn't feel good to think about it later, so I prepared again today."

Wen Yanshu loosened his fingers, and the pen landed on the notebook with a clatter.

He turned his head and looked at the sunset in Zheng Chengyan's eyes, he was the only one left.