A week after Jiang Nuan decided to be a perfumer, probably a week after talking to An Hao, An An always said that An Hao was busy with work, so even with Jiang Nuan's already restless heart, he wanted to be busy.

In the few days that An Hao went out, she asked An An to copy all the recordings related to fragrance on her mobile phone.

She listened under the big tree outside the door with a pair of headphones, and waited for it to be okay, and when it was a little windy, she would take off one of the headphones to try to discern whether the footsteps were okay or not.

An Hao didn't wait under the big tree, but in the early hours of the morning, she was just about to go out, and An Hao just knocked on the door.

She wants to hug An'an, but she feels abrupt, although hugging gifts can be seen everywhere in France, but they are authentic Chinese,

She just stretched out her hand, like a long-lost relative, "Well, welcome back." ”

An Hao took her hand and walked through the small steps she was very familiar with, although she was very familiar, An Hao's hand was always on her forearm, and if there was a bump, An Hao would pull her into his arms hard.

She told An Hao that she agreed to the idea of becoming a perfumer, and hoped that An Hao would take her to those places with strong smells.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the road, and she could hear the sound of the French peddler, so she lingered beside her, and An Hao let her walk on the inside of the road, and An Hao walked on the outside.

Passing a puddle, the car roared past, and a small amount of water stains hit her face, and Anhao stopped and wiped her clean with a handkerchief.

She scoffed and said, "Okay, your whole back is splashed, and there is no air control on my face, rest assured that my face is not makeup, it will not ......"

Jiang Nuan paused when she said this, and she was not spared that she recalled that night, when her makeup was drenched in the rain outside Xiao He's community, that is, that night she had that child, that child who had no chance.

The hand she placed on her lower abdomen was pulled up, and her expression instantly changed from sad and angry to an embarrassed smile. "Let's go, I seem to smell butter and caramel. ”

Sure enough, after Anhao pulled her four or five meters, her sense of smell told her that it was a bakery.

An Hao took her to stay in front of each dessert for a long time, seemingly trying to choose desserts, but in fact, An Hao slowly wrote the English name of the dessert in the palm of her hand.

Anhao's fingers were cold, and in the hot season, she was scratching on her palm, and her palm was a little itchy, and she resisted the urge to curl up in her palm.

The other hand rubs gently against the coat, as if the tingling sensation can be transferred.

The enthusiastic clerk probably saw their inconvenience and ran over to explain to them.

Jiang Nuan was on the verge of amnesty, trying to ignore the touch that An Hao gave her, listening carefully to the clerk's introduction, and as compensation, they bought a portion of each dessert.

When she left the store, she didn't take anything, but the box in Anhao's hand still inadvertently touched her leg.

Her hand let go of the sleeve of her shirt and reached down the bumping area, where she was approaching boxes of various sizes. "Okay, I'll help you with something. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of boxes colliding, and the last thing she put in her hand was nothing more than a palm-sized box.

Along the way, she smelled the smell of soy sauce and pepper, and she guessed and said the answer, saying that if it was right, An Hao would be afraid of her hands like An An, and if it was not right, An Hao would stop and take her closer to smell it.

Go to a place with good food, such as a barbecue stand, and they will sit down and eat.

For example, in the drunken alley, An Hao will pull her forward and walk at a high speed.

Jiang Nuan couldn't see that she couldn't run, she could only walk, and after walking for a short while, she was still panting and panting, and when she was well, she gently helped her breathe.

She raised her head and shook her head at An Hao, she wanted to take a breath and say to An Hao that it was okay, but there was a quarrel between women and children and a big man in her ears, and the quarrel was nothing more than a shortage of food, and sometimes there would be a few children's cries.

I don't know if the child's matter hit her too hard, or if the crying from there was already loud.

She unconsciously took a step in the direction of the child, and An Hao seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still pulled her forward.

As she got closer, her nose was filled with the sweet smell of marijuana and the unpleasant smell of urine.

She subconsciously stopped, not that she couldn't stand the taste, but that the picture she had built up in her mind through the taste was not very good.

She leaned sideways and whispered to An Hao, "Why don't you put the dessert here, it's too heavy and affects the speed of our walking." ”

After saying that, she also took the palm-sized box in her hand to An Hao, and she felt An Hao bend over and then get up.

She turned her head, and pulled her away as fast as she could, and although there was a small voice from behind, she heard a child about four or five years old say thank you to them.

Jiang Nuan was greedy for the child's voice, she slowed down, but no words came from behind, and she walked casually on the surface.

In her mind, she did have a faceless child, and she didn't even know the child's gender.

It wasn't until she smelled that there was no longer that dark smell that she grabbed An's arm and stopped. "Alright, let's go back. ”

She came out with hot cheeks, and when she returned, it was much cooler.

Ann Hao helped her put most of the spices on the table, and she said as Ann Hao added essential oils to them in the proportions she said.

She wanted to replicate some of the smells she had smelled today, the bottles and glass pipes collided with each other and made a crunchy sound, perhaps because she was afraid that the smell of stir-fry would affect her sense of smell, An An closed the kitchen door.

In the evening, Ann Hao put the last bottle of special spice in her hand, a little far away, but she smelled the "smell of urine", and there was no doubt that her copy was successful.

So a few centimeters away from her, she reached out to stop An Hao's approaching hand. "Alright, go and get the rest of the Braille board. ”

The braille board was not blank, it was still An An's story, which was written in the first person.

"I kept looking at the tuner's face, and his face was so calm, as if it were out of the world, and my restless heart calmed down, and after the last pure 'do' was sounded on the keys of the piano, he came up to me gracefully to settle the repair bill, and the servants were not with me, and I searched all the drawers without finding a small coin. ”

Jiang Nuan picked up another one.

I asked him to pick it up next time, his face was a little bad, his image suddenly lost so sacred in my heart, I was a little angry and took out a large amount of money from the wallet to him, he said that the next time he met me, I didn't care, it was just a small amount of money, for me, that day I sat and played the piano music for a day. ”