Xiangsheng prosperous

Chapter 39 The smell in memory
When Qiu Mo saw He Guang in the main hall, he was holding a cloth bag and standing in front of the hall with his back to the door.His face was haggard, and even though it was obvious that he had tidied up before he came to visit, it was obvious that he hadn't slept well for a long time.

"Why is Boss He here?" Qiu Mo said after entering the door, "Please sit down."

He Guang bowed slightly to Qiu Mo, and after Qiu Mo sat down first, he sat down next to Qiu Mo, across a table.He said: "It's not surprising that Mr. He took the liberty to come to the door and invited his wife. I came today to ask for the third lady."

"Oh? Boss He, please tell me." Qiu Mo took the fried tea from Shuanghan and gently placed it in front of He Guang.

He Guang picked up the teacup, but he didn't want to drink tea, but carefully moved the cup aside, and then put the cloth bag he had been holding on his chest on the table between him and Qiu Mo.

He carefully opened the cloth bag and took out a porcelain jar the size of a leather ball from inside.Porcelain jars have wide mouths and slip shoulders, with bulging belly and bottom.The stopper on the top of the tank is tightly wrapped with waterproof oil paper to ensure that the entire porcelain tank is always in a sealed state when the stopper is not opened.

"Boss He, what do you mean by this?" Qiu Mo knew that this is an expert's method of preserving dipteroxiang, and this jar must be a whole jar of Rui dipteroxiang.

He Guang stood up respectfully, and made a solemn cross-hand salute to Qiu Mo, and said, "Miss Wang Qiu, help me, I want to see my son again."

Qiu Mo frowned. She had just heard He Guang said that she had something to ask her, so she guessed that it must have something to do with Chang Run again.It's just that He Guang never saw Chang Run again since that day.It seems that she must have gone to Wen's mansion to submit a letter of worship and was rejected, so she came to her out of desperation.

"Senior He," Qiu Mo sympathized with their father and son's experience, and also admired He Guang's experience of traveling around the world to trade spices all year round, so he naturally changed his address. "Personally, I'm very willing to help you. It has nothing to do with dipterocarp, it's just because of my admiration for you for not giving up looking for relatives for so many years. But..."

Qiu Mo straightened her expression: "I also have to consider Wen Weixing, and especially Chang Run's own wishes. If Chang Run didn't take the initiative to agree to this matter, no one can force him to accept it. Do you understand?"

He Guang lowered his head and smiled wryly, "Yes, I understand."

He should have thought of it.

He has been rejected several times to pay homage to Wen's residence. Doesn't that mean that his son doesn't want to see him?In fact, he should feel fortunate that the family where his son lived did not really treat him as a lowly servant girl, otherwise his son would have been kicked out of the house by the family law for harassing him so recklessly.

He Guang really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

: "I know, I know, Wen Saburo... didn't treat Xin'er... that is, Chang Run, and didn't treat him as a servant... I should thank him, thank you Wen's family, for so many years, they helped me make Chang Run He took good care of him, very good..." He Guang murmured, "I should be content, as long as he is living well now... that's good..."

His voice was choked up, his eyes were red, and tears rolled around his eyes.

Qiu Mo stayed with him like this, waiting for him to calm down slowly.

"I think..." After a long time, Qiu Mo seemed to have thought of something, and said slowly to He Guang, "Although I can't let you go to see Chang Run directly, but if I just hand over some things, I should be able to do it." arrive."

He Guang looked up at Qiu Mo in surprise.He didn't seem to understand what Qiu Mo meant.

Qiu Mo gave He Guang a big smile, and told him an idea of ​​her own.

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Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same. ——Song Dynasty Lu You "Bu Shuan Zi Yong Mei"

The way Qiu Mo thought of for He Guang was called the smell of childhood.

This is the knowledge she learned when she was in college in her previous life. Among the five senses, only the sense of smell is the oldest and the most permanent.No matter how distant the past is, as long as the same smell of the time can be reproduced, the memories of the parties can be mobilized and reshaped.

"You are in the spice business, and you must be someone who is accustomed to using incense in your home. Please recall, what kind of fragrance is it that you usually smell at home, or it is the fragrance of your wife, or it is commonly used at home... "Qiu Mo said to He Guang.

He Guang almost immediately thought of a lavender fragrance that his wife often used: Fuquyi fragrance.

: "Ruiniang loves to sweat by nature. Every late spring and early summer, she will use spices to prepare a kind of lavender fragrance. This fragrance is like a new lotus flower. Whether it is fumigated or directly poured into a sachet, it will sweat The more fragrant it is, the aftertaste is endless. However, I can choose spices and sell spices, but I am not good at making fragrances, so I am afraid that I cannot completely reproduce the same taste."

Seeing that He Guang seemed to have just seen hope and then immediately fell into disappointment, Qiu Mo quickly comforted: "It's okay, Boss He doesn't need to worry too much. You only need to provide the formula and materials of this lavender, and I can help You make the same incense recipe."

After hearing this, He Guang immediately beamed with joy: "This is really great! If that's the case, will Chang Run think of me and accept me?"

"I will do my best." Qiu Mo patted He Guang's shoulder in relief, "Go back first, I will ask Shuanghan to come to you to get the spices later, and I will hand them over to you after the fragrance is prepared. Wen Sanlang, just go home and wait."

After hearing this, He Guang said yes repeatedly, and wrote the formula of Hexiang to Qiu Mo without saying a word, and got up to leave after finishing.Before leaving, Qiu Mo insisted on stuffing back the dipterocarp he had brought back to him, but it was useless for He Guang to refuse again and again, so he could only leave Qiu's house with the porcelain pot in his arms.

After sending He Guang away, Qiu Mo carefully read Fuquyixiang's formula again, and then went back to her room to rest.

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A week later, a package of incense pills containing Fuquyixiang was sent to the courtyard of Wenweixing in Wenfu.

It was a quiet and silent night, the night was dark, and the night wind in late spring brought a little damp and cold.There was a faint sound of pattering rain outside the window, mixed with the sound of the wind, making it even more cold and chilly, with a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Chang Run fell asleep on his bed.It's been a long time since he dreamed about his childhood, but these two days he always dreamed about the distant past and his long-forgotten hometown.

It was a well-lit courtyard. Every morning, when the first ray of morning light spilled into the courtyard through the gaps between the bamboo leaves of the courtyard wall, the sound of the mother scooping up water and washing clothes would be heard in the courtyard; When the dampness in the room is reflected on the white wall in the room, it is time for him to wake up.

When he opened his sleepy eyes, the first thing he smelled was the fragrance of lotus flowers.It was the smell on the empress's clothes, because of perennial infection, even when he hugged the empress and arched her neck, her skin had this smell.It was a refreshing sweet scent, the warmth, comfort and softness of a mother's arms.

Chang Run's tightly closed eyes left a line of hot tears, and he clenched his teeth, as if struggling for something.

In his dream, he wanted to call Aye, Niangniang, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, everything in front of him would disappear in an instant.

The picture buried deep in the memory resurfaced before my eyes.Those were two familiar faces.

"Aye..."

"Xin'er is good."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"My lady is here."

"Ma'am, I want to drink cake..."

"Okay, okay, my mother will take it for you, Xiner is good~"

"Xin'er is good..."

"Xin'er..."

(End of this chapter)