Perfect match.

The sky was cloudy, and the smoke and dust choked the nostrils.

This was Zheng Feiluan's first feeling when he opened the window early in the morning.

But in fact, the weather software shows that today's temperature is suitable, the body feels comfortable, and the air quality index is lower than 30; in the satellite map, the Yuanjiang River is densely covered with vegetation, and green covers 80% of the urban area; the photos of the social circle are full of water, just click Open one is endless clear sky, clear water, shade of birds and flowers.

It's a pity that that wonderful world exists only elsewhere.

It is isolated from Zheng Feiluan's five senses and cannot be imaged on the retina.

The world that belongs to him is more like a photo that has been infinitely sharpened - with sharp edges and harsh tones, and the sour smell molecules are magnified several times, rushing into the nasal cavity, for fear that he will breathe even a wisp of sweet air .

Since some day, the strong sensory discomfort has been obsessing him, like the indelible dirt on the lens, which is annoying and helpless.

Zheng Feiluan closed the bay window, went to the bathroom and took a shower.When he came out, there was already a set of shirts beside the bed.

High-count sea-island cotton, hand-made in Naples, the best fabric and tailoring, but after wearing it, it keeps rubbing against the shoulders, neck and wrists, producing a rough and thorny feeling similar to inferior linen.Before he finished buttoning the buttons, Zheng Feiluan couldn't bear it any longer, he tore off his shirt and threw it on the bed, and stepped into the cloakroom impatiently.

But until the cloth was spread all over the floor, he didn't find what he wanted.

The loud shaking of the clothes hanger attracted Aunt Zhang, and she rushed over, only to see the man she had taken care of since childhood was standing in the middle of the cloakroom topless, furious, holding a Brioni shirt in his hand.

She asked tremblingly: "Fei Luan, what's the matter?"

Zheng Feiluan raised his hand, and the shirt was mercilessly thrown to Aunt Zhang's feet like a piece of worthless rag: "You just let me wear these things to go out?!"

Aunt Zhang was so frightened that she didn't dare to raise her head: "Fei Luan, I really... really ironed the clothes according to your requirements, and doubled the amount of fabric softener. Even the tailor said..."

Said they couldn't find a more comfortable fabric.

The same thing, using the same excuses to prevaricate him every day, but even the simplest problem of dressing can't be solved.

Zheng Feiluan tried his best to suppress his anger, dragged a piece of clothes and put it on, and said coldly: "Aunt Zhang, you have been in the Zheng family for 30 years, and my father has always praised you for your responsibility, so he chose you to take care of me. You won’t be able to do things if you leave the family? Is it because my clothes are particularly difficult to maintain, or I can’t compare with my father, so I can do whatever you want?”

This heart-punishing theory is really appalling, Aunt Zhang turned pale all of a sudden: "Feiluan, you, how can you talk like this? I have loved you the most since I was a child, and I treat you no differently than I treat my own son..."

"Get out." Zheng Feiluan said coldly.

Aunt Zhang complained of suffering, so she had to leave aggrieved.

Zheng Feiluan fastened the seven mother-of-pearl buttons, and grabbed another well-pressed suit.As soon as he put on the clothes, he felt as if his shoulders had been scalded by a red iron, his forehead burst out, his teeth were clenched, and he almost wanted to call Aunt Zhang back to scold him again—how could this be called a suit? !It is simply a raincoat with poor breathability!

The fabric wraps the body heavily, and the sweat has nowhere to go, and evaporates in the airtight interlayer.Hot, humid, and sticky, it is not as good as a wet quilt that will never dry during the rainy season!

He clutched his collar, and it took him a long time to breathe out slowly, not letting his violent emotions control him.

In the dining room, Aunt Zhang set up a table for breakfast, from porridge soymilk to croissant coffee, Chinese and Western styles. I was afraid that it would not suit Zheng Feiluan's appetite, but the picky Young Master Zheng still didn't appreciate it.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip, then his expression changed, he spit it all back with a "pooh", then he smashed the cup on the table roughly, and left the residence without looking back.

What coffee beans are roasted for this flavor?

Terrible drink!

The world is probably crazy... no, it must be crazy.

Aunt Zhang’s dishes have been cooked since childhood, which can almost be said to have shaped his set of criteria for judging food. No matter Michelin three stars or the delicacies hidden in the folks, they can’t compare with it.After moving out of the Zheng family mansion, he once complained that he couldn't get used to the food cooked by the new cook, so his father asked Aunt Zhang to follow him to take care of his daily life.

But even this dish that nourished the taste buds gradually became worse than a meal, and it was hard to swallow.

Every day, Zheng Feiluan's life begins in similar chaos.

It was the same last month, and it was the same last week. Today, the shirts, suits, breakfast... these problems that he pointed out more than a dozen times have not improved, and they are getting worse.Everyone advised him to "calmly", but he didn't know who else could endure such a life "calmly" except the saint.

At 07:30 in the morning, the black Maybach stopped at the bottom of the building on time.The driver opened the door, respectfully invited Zheng Feiluan to take a seat, then returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

He was about to leave when Zheng Feiluan suddenly said, "Get out of the car."

The driver shivered violently, didn't dare to ask more questions, opened the door and got out of the car and waited outside.After a while, Zheng Feiluan said again: "Get in the car."

So he sat down again in trepidation.

The sound insulation effect of this car is amazing, the interior is extremely quiet, and the heavy air weighs heavily on the shoulders, scaring the driver into a cold sweat.He was uneasy and didn't know what Zheng Feiluan's intentions were, so he could only sit there with his back straight and motionless.

Zheng Feiluan's eyes wandered on the cuff of his shirt, while rubbing it lightly and slowly with his fingertips, he said indifferently: "Just now, I took a look at the fuel gauge reading."

The driver's expression changed drastically, and his shoulders became obviously stiff.

"If I remember correctly, for three consecutive days, the amount of fuel you came to pick me up was 10%, less than twenty liters." Zheng Feiluan raised his eyes, and a sharp gaze hit the rearview mirror, "Last night I drove back by myself. I paid attention to the fuel level before entering the warehouse. It was no more, no less, exactly 50%—then where did the remaining 40% go overnight? I need a reasonable explanation.”

His tone was so cold that the driver shivered and said tremblingly, "I...I don't know."

"You do not know?"

Zheng Feiluan repeated it softly, seeming to find it quite humorous.

The driver's spirit was about to startle, and he hurriedly said: "Mr. Zheng, I...I'm telling the truth. In fact, when I come here every morning, your car is, it's all empty."

"Empty fuel?!"

Zheng Feiluan sat up straight suddenly, fixedly staring at the back of the driver's head.

The driver was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead, and big beads of sweat slid down his temples: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, your car has been empty for two or three times a month since about half a year ago. I am not prepared. , I had to temporarily pump some oil in my car, and secretly filled your car with it."

He swallowed, and continued: "However, since last Tuesday, your car has been out of gas every day. I thought that Maybach might not be used to drinking cheap goods, so I can't keep filling it with low-quality oil, so I just take it with you every day. A new barrel of oil is coming. Your car’s fuel tank is big, more than 100 liters, and I fill this small tank of fuel into it, and it can only fill up to [-]%.”

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the car instantly froze to freezing point.

Zheng Feiluan pressed the painted handrail tightly, the knuckles on the back of his hands were exposed, his wrists trembled, and his face was pale.After a while, he let go of his hand, and leaned back as if he was exhausted.

"Let's go."

The driver fastened his seat belt and drove on the road in fear.

The car was driving smoothly on the street, but Zheng Feiluan's mood was extremely bad.

The car was too quiet and suffocating, and the jasmine-scented deodorant smelled worse than ever.He wanted to blow some air, so he opened the car window a crack, but the car exhaust outside seized the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity, constantly irritating his fragile nasal mucosa.

He couldn't help but sneezed and had to close the window tightly.

The car drove up the viaduct, and the morning light in the distance was extremely dazzling, like a scorching sun hanging high at twelve o'clock.The skyscrapers along the river were hidden in layers of clouds, and the glass walls lost their luster, dim and old, as if they were more than ten years behind the times.As he approached the city center, through a layer of one-way glass, he saw greasy streets, manhole covers overflowing with sewage, and street signs faded from years of wind and sun.

There is nothing pleasing to the eye in this city.

In the past, Zheng Feiluan would not have paid attention to those messy and disorderly details.But now, they are crazily grabbing the field of vision, trying to drive out every beautiful picture.

He was forced to look away and began to check today's schedule.

Every row of the time slot is densely packed, red, orange, yellow and green, with only a few white grids where you can breathe.Looking at the heavy work schedule, unreasonable tiredness suddenly surged up, his consciousness was weak for a while, his forehead was drowsy, his eyelids were slightly closed, and he was almost about to fall asleep in a trance—he had just finished an eight-hour full sleep. Feeling, physical strength should be abundant, but the feeling of exhaustion is extremely strong, like...

Just stayed up all night.

No, it is not.

Nothing happened last night, I slept in my own bed until dawn, and I didn't take half a step out.Otherwise, why would Aunt Zhang not say a word?

Zheng Feiluan covered his face with his hands, rubbed his sore and swollen eye sockets vigorously, and forced himself to cheer up.

It's okay, this isn't the first time I've experienced these familiar confusions and anxieties.I survived the time when I knew nothing about pheromones, but this time, I have no reason to fail.