Floating Perfume Shop

Chapter 62 Chapter Family

The window rattled for a moment, but no sound of heavy objects falling down the stairs was heard, and the kid finally climbed onto the window sill.Xiao Chongyun found an angle between the two panes of glass, stretched out his hand and pulled him in.

It was raining heavily outside, Zhang Song was drenched, and the water from his coat dripped onto the floor, dripping into a line.He brushed his wet hair, didn't care about his clothes, and found a stool to sit down: "Teacher."

The little ghost paused, and it took a long time before he spoke the second sentence, especially aggrieved: "I skipped class to find you."

The little ghost is in the fourth year of university and is about to graduate soon. The school must have been closed long ago. At most, he has an unfinished graduation thesis that was sent back and revised repeatedly, and he came to France where he lost his thesis.When the kid said this, it was clear that he wanted to exaggerate the matter, to show the hardships of his trip and the serious consequences.

Originally, Xiao Chongyun should have pointed out this point, but this is the first time his student has gone abroad alone, and he has traveled so far to find him, and he has been exposed to such heavy rain, and he really owes him money.Xiao Chongyun had no choice but to take off the little ghost's coat first, wrapped the quilt on the bed, and searched all over the room lightly, finally found an electric kettle, and barely made him a cup of black coffee.

"How did you get here?" Xiao Chongyun squatted in front of Zhang Song, and wiped his face with a towel, "Did you lose your passport? Do you have enough money?"

There was no sugar added to the cup of coffee. The kid picked it up and drank it blankly.

"I guessed your itinerary from the Internet, so I booked a ticket."

"Where did the money come from?"

"Borrowed by a classmate."

Xiao Chongyun's head was as big as a bucket: "When is the return ticket scheduled?"

"No order."

The kid wiped his face dry, and sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, holding an empty coffee cup that was still warm, reluctant to put it down.After a while he sneezed and insisted that he wasn't cold at all: "I waited outside the venue for two days, but I didn't see you. I saw Zhang Wenshan's bodyguard and tied your tie. I called Mr. Zhou, He won't take it."

Zhang Song stood outside the venue of the perfume exchange meeting for two days, holding a notebook, looking like a student attending a lecture.Among the crowd coming and going, he saw Li Qiong and recognized the tie.He took care of Xiao Chongyun's decent clothes back then without saying a word, so he felt something was wrong at a glance.He immediately called Zhou Tianhao, but Zhou Tianhao was busy at the time and didn't answer.

The little ghost had no choice but to walk around outside the venue twice and found Zhou Tianhao's secretary.Of course, Emma is not the only secretary of the boss on Tuesday. Zhang Song glanced at him when he went to Lotus for an interview before, and even remembered her face.He followed the secretary brother all the way here.

It had been raining for a long time at that time, and the little brother secretary was going to the venue to get materials, so he didn't want to talk to him at all, and he didn't believe the nonsense that he knew Boss Zhou, so he didn't let him in.The kid called Zhou Tianhao again, this time Zhou Tianhao had already turned off the phone.The courtyard door was locked, and there were bodyguards. He circled the house twice, found a tree at the back, and turned his way in through the sound of wind and rain.

The little ghost said: "I wanted to find Mr. Zhou, but when I saw you at the window, I climbed up."

At that time Xiao Chongyun was standing by the window, looking out at the dark black sea.The street lights were dim in the wind and rain, and the small courtyard where the temporary residence was naturally not decorated with lights. Such emptiness had a different attraction for him, so he didn't notice the students who were standing downstairs and trying to look up.

"Did Zhou Tianhao rescue you?" He asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Xiao Chongyun said, "I'm fine, and I will pay you back."

He spoke every word calmly, and even stretched out his hand to rub two handfuls of the little devil's hair, as if he was in his own perfume shop on Qintai Road, and he was still the waste boss who could help his students with everything.

"That pervert," the kid asked, "did he treat you..."

Xiao Chongyun's hand stopped, hung in the air, and slowly retracted.

Zhang Song looked at him, but still finished the sentence: "Did you do that perverted thing to you?"

Zhang Song looked at him intently and seriously, for a moment Xiao Chongyun even felt that the kid came all the way to France just to ask this question.

Xiao Chongyun didn't speak.

The little ghost just looked at him steadfastly, then got up to get the canvas bag he had placed beside the bed, and took out a plastic bag from it.All his belongings are in this canvas bag. His clothes are already wet, but the things in the plastic bag are dry.He opened the bag, took out a bottle, and handed it over: "Do you want it?"

Xiao Chongyun took it, it was a small bottle of Yunnan Baiyao with insurance.

He took the whole plastic bag and opened it. Inside was a version of anti-inflammatory medicine and a bottle of lubricating oil for massage and relaxation.Xiao Chongyun shook everything out, and finally dropped out a box of condoms and a jar of Vaseline.

"Thank you," Xiao Chongyun read these things over and over again, pondered over the uses, and suddenly wanted to laugh, "But I'm not gay, so not everything can be used."

"I know," the kid said blankly, "he is."

He meant Zhang Wenshan.

The little ghost has seen the shameful scene between him and Zhang Wenshan, and he has also seen how miserable he is afterwards.Although that time could be called gentle and beautiful compared with what he experienced on Long Island, for Zhang Song, it was no less than a spiritual shock.He was really worried that Zhang Wenshan would hurt him, and he tried his best to find some standing medicines.

This world, Xiao Chongyun thought, was not as dark as he thought.

When he was looking down at the darkness, he was also looking down at a little bit of gentle light, but he didn't notice it because the wind and rain were dark before.

The little ghost said: "After graduation, I want to open a perfume company."

Xiao Chongyun reached out and knocked his head: "Where is the money?"

"apply for a loan."

Xiao Chongyun wanted to tell him that loans are not so easy to get.Why should the bank lend money to a person who even borrows money from classmates for air tickets to start a company?

He couldn't bear to puncture the little ghost's dream, and was hesitating when he saw Zhang Song reach into the canvas bag again, and took out a promotional advertisement that was soaked in rain, tattered and even a little scum.

"It was issued by the school," said the little ghost, "If you are interested, fill out the form."

Xiao Chongyun unfolded the advertisement and saw that the amount of loans on it ranged from 20 to [-]. He thought that if the kid lowered his ideals a bit and did not register a company, he would start with a perfume studio. If he was lucky enough to apply for [-] to [-], he would be able to start.

He asked, "How much do you intend to borrow?"

Zhang Song stretched out his hand and pointed to the watch: "20."

He looked up, observed Xiao Chongyun's face carefully, and asked, "Isn't that enough?"

He can barely set up a leather bag company with only him, and save some money to buy equipment and spices.However, equipment and spices are available in Xiao Chongyun's own perfume shop. They are ready-made and can be used by the little ghost, provided that he can get a loan.

"In terms of money, I can't help you," Xiao Chongyun thought for a long time, "I have all my belongings, even the pile of rags in the Chengdu store, and it's not enough to borrow from you. I originally wanted you to work at Lotus for a while , accumulate experience, and then consider—"

"If," Zhang Song interrupted him, "if I can get the money, will you start a company with me?"

"I'll pay for it," he said, "you decide the big and small things."

Xiao Chongyun thought that he had understood so early on that he had to pay for the company himself and let others do the work, and he said it very sincerely. The kid must be an outstanding capitalist when he grows up.He sighed, feeling that if such a kind, honest and sincere future capitalist boss really stepped into the cruel market competition like this, he would definitely be eaten to pieces.

He asked, "How much did you borrow from your classmates?"

The little ghost compared the numbers, Xiao Chongyun did the math, and it was barely enough for the return air tickets for the two of them.

He took out a passport from his trousers pocket, opened it, and glanced at it.The passport was originally in the hands of the personal bodyguard. After the fat man brought by Zhou Tianhao put the bodyguard on the ground and stuffed something into his mouth, he walked over, squatted down, and gently took the passport back from his pocket.The bodyguard struggled and whined twice, Xiao Chongyun put the things into the pocket of his trousers, turned and left.

His photo is on the passport, but his name is not written on it.The original passport could not be used because it was overdue.At that time, Zhang Wenshan did not think of a way to solve the problem, but found someone from the underworld, and spent a lot of money to get a new passport.Now his passport is not from China or Malaysia, but from a neighboring country X, which provides preferential conditions for long-term residence on Long Island.Zhang Wenshan once showed him his passport after it was done, saying that the scope of visa exemption would be wide, so that it would be convenient for him to travel with him in the future, without having to go through cumbersome procedures.

At that time, Zhang Wenshan asked him if there was any island he wanted to go to. He wanted to go on vacation when he was busy.

"We used to plan to travel together before, to a place that no one could find. I chose a small island with convenient transportation and rich spices," he mentioned casually, "I sent you a text message to tell you, but you chose another place. Otherwise this time, go there.”

Xiao Chongyun knew what he was referring to and didn't answer.

Zhang Wenshan smiled, turned and left.

This was the first time he looked at this passport carefully, and he thought the bright red cover was pretty.Under his photo was written the name of a stranger.This stranger should have only existed in the computer system since birth, but he had a complete file record.

Now he is the man.

He wasn't even very resistant to the name.

"Let's go," Xiao Chongyun stood up, "We're going to the airport now."

He lightly pressed the door of the room, put his hand on his lips, pointed at the window to the students who were stunned in place, and said, "Go as you come."

Xiao Chongyun didn't know how to explain his relationship with Zhou Tianhao and his current situation to the kid.He didn't even know what expression to face that man tomorrow, so he chose the easiest way and left.

His hands and feet were not as flexible as when he was young, and when he landed, he fell into mud and water. Fortunately, the wind and rain were still strong, and no one heard the sound.There was a light on in a room on the first floor. Xiao Chongyun went around and took a look, and found that it was a study.

Zhou Tianhao didn't sleep, he was sitting at the desk writing, probably writing Xiang Fang.

He wrote a page, tore it up, wrote a few more lines, and tore it up again, as if no matter what he wrote, he was not satisfied.

Waste paper fell to the ground.

Finally, Zhou Tianhao threw the pen away, stood up, and walked around the room with a look of despair.

Xiao Chongyun stood in the rain and watched for a long time, finally touched the head of the kid next to him, and said softly: "Let's go, let's go home."

The author has something to say: Trash Author: Xiao Songsong, how do you know that tie belongs to Xiao Chongyun?What if it's the same color?

Zhang Song: Recognize the sign.

Garbage author: What if there is only one brand?

Zhang Song: Others' brand is Youngor, but the brand my teacher bought is Youngor.

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