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As long as you smell something you have smelled before, it will open up the memory of that time. This is the Proust effect.
Zhou Jing always goes to the cemetery every time he returns to China, and this time is no exception.
It's just that she met a woman here.
Her back was turned to Zhou Jing, without an umbrella, and her slender back stood there quietly. Zhou Jing felt that the sadness overflowing from her body was even more depressing than this gloomy rainy day.
She made the only extraordinary act in the past twenty-seven years: she handed the umbrella in her hand to the woman.
Zhou Jing keenly smelled a hint of fragrance when she got close.
That clear, sharp fragrance.
It has the slight astringency of orange and the bitterness of tea.
Even though Zhou Jing had mixed so many incense and smelled so many incense, none of them would remain in her memory like hers.
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Zhou Jing looked at the man in front of her who was talking to her father and sneered in her heart.
Her good upbringing did not cause her to have a fit on the spot. After leaving the house, she made it clear that she did not want to fall in love.
The other party said that she also has a sister of the same age as her, so she would not cross the line.
At a certain banquet, she looked at the Shen brothers and sisters not far away and realized who the sister he was talking about was.
When they met again, Zhou Jing looked at the woman in a white coat in front of him, speechless.
Sometimes fate is so wonderful.
"Hello, I am Shen Yunxi."
#The probability of meeting the same woman three times a week is comparable to winning the lottery#
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At a certain medical report meeting, when a reporter asked Shen Yunxi a question, he couldn't help but ask a personal question.
"Dean Shen, can I ask you a personal question? I personally like to collect perfume. I don't know which brand of perfume you use?"
Hearing her question, Shen Yunxi smiled slightly. Under the light of the lecture hall, his amber eyes were bright and clear, with infinite tenderness.
"I'm sorry, my lover mixed it for me."
It was the incense that Zhou Jing mixed for her, and it contained all of Zhou Jing's love for her. She gave its birth a special meaning.
Reading tips:
1. White-cut black loyal dog wolf cub that is taciturn and quiet × looks mature and steady but is actually a clingy kitten.
Perfumer x doctor.
2. 1V1 double clean, attacking each other, Zhou Jing attacks more
3. Two-way redemption story
4. The professional knowledge involved in this article comes from Baidu. Any errors are welcome to be corrected.
5. He he he.
Intention: Even if the world is crazy and humanity is gone, you are still gentle, calm and sober.
