Dangerous Aesthetics

David sat on the small bed in the small room, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking out the window dreamily.

Downstairs the street is full of traffic.It was the off-duty time, and the crowd was surging. Occasionally, I saw a few good-looking OLs walking by. The long hair outlined a smooth arc with the frequency of walking, and David would whistle in his heart.

A silver-gray luxury car drove by, and David would watch it go, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

He is a rare and attractive scenery in this busy urban area, with short golden brown hair and no extra decoration.The bridge of the nose is high and handsome, and the corners of the lips are drawn lightly. Although frivolous thoughts are surging deep in his heart, the smile looks classical and gentlemanly.

It's a pity that no one looked up to see him at this time, and David could only admire himself.

What doesn't match his good looks is the room full of garbage.The finished cans were thrown on the ground, and the cigarette butts were twisted and pressed inside.The pizza boxes were also spread out there, and a few flies stayed on the edge of the box to enjoy the feast.In this room of only twelve square meters, it seemed even more crowded because there was no place to stay.

David looked down at the watch on his wrist and whispered, "It's time."

Humming an unknown song, he came to the bathroom mirror and shaved his beard.Back in the room, David took out the only straight tie from the closet, tied a steady double ten knot for himself, took out a suit and put it on.He bought this suit for twenty dollars. After he bought it, he trimmed the threads on the suit carefully, and with his sense of fashion, he added a few stitches in some places to make it look More texture.

Fortunately, David has a good figure, which makes this cheap suit reveal a casual temperament on him.

After getting dressed, he suddenly remembered something, then squatted down and carefully rummaged through the trash, and finally found the only bottle of men's perfume that wasn't cheap.

Spraying it on his neck, David walked out of the room with a perfect smile.

He squeezed into a bus, which was a bit crowded because it was off-duty time.There are already many women in the carriage looking at him. Although there is a calm expression on his face, he is proud in his heart, and he enjoys the feeling of being noticed.

The bus wobbled through seven or eight stops, and stopped in front of a certain history museum.

A collection of ancient artefacts from Egypt are exhibited here during the week.David was not interested in the exhibits at all, but what he was really interested in was the "fat sheep".

Seeing Mrs. Louis who was slowly walking up, David showed a smile that turned all sentient beings upside down, and greeted her.

"Hello, Mrs. Lewis."

"Oh, David, I've said it many times, just call me Tracy." The 52-year-old Mrs. Lewis patted the back of David's hand. Although there were some wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and cheeks, The elegant demeanor and the depth of the facial features make her look still charming.

"Okay, Trish." David turned sideways, and Mrs. Lewis naturally walked into the museum with him on her arm.

On the first day of the exhibition, all the celebrities came.

Mrs. Louis runs a gallery, coupled with the large inheritance left by her husband, her life is luxurious and lonely.

Egyptian mummies and clay pots make David extremely sleepy.It's a pity that Mrs. Lewis is very interested in these dull things, and David has to keep his eyes open and pretend to be serious.

"Dear David, I want you to accompany me to the exhibition of the modern painter Olivan Kane tomorrow, please don't be late." Mrs. Lewis stroked his palm with her fingers, with a hint of ambiguity and an expression her kindness.

"It's an honor." David nodded and kissed the back of her hand.

Two months ago, David was spending time in a luxury store when Mrs. Lewis left her handbag in the store and David picked it up.What an ordinary crook would think of when picking up this handbag with countless credit cards should be spending as much as he can before the owner reports the loss, but David wants more.

He returned the handbag to Mrs. Louis, but when the other party wanted to thank him, he left with a smile.

When Mrs. Lewis checked out at the store, she showed a membership card, which meant she was a regular customer of the store.

When the new product was launched, David deliberately "passed by" the store frequently, and he met Mrs. Lewis again. What he needed was the romance of a sudden encounter.

After that, Mrs. Lewis invited him to dinner, chat, opera and so on.And two months later, she actually had the idea of ​​handing over her gallery to David.

If he really became the manager of that gallery, David would be able to escape the life of being oppressed at the bottom of society.

He just barely made it through high school and then went out to work.Although he looks good, it doesn't mean he can find a decent job.The days passed by in a muddle, he relied on his appearance to deceive the hearts of several rich women, and every time he broke through, he had to move from one city to another.

Every woman is a growth, which makes his deception more sophisticated. He understands that to make himself appear elegant and trustworthy, it is not enough to know the etiquette of the upper class, he must have knowledge and know how to grasp those lonely women. psychology.So, he often went to the library, read a lot of books, and observed the behavior of those women to understand their thoughts.

Because of his appreciation of works of art, Mrs. Lewis admired him very much.This time she invited him to Olivan?Kane's art exhibition is obviously to give him more opportunities to get acquainted with modern art.It seemed that Louis, the fat sheep, had already been fed into his mouth, and he had to bite down.

Back in the cramped room that night, David was a little worried.

Of course, he can no longer wear the suit he wore today for the art exhibition tomorrow, and the suit Mrs. Lewis gave him is crumpled on the floor of the closet.

David raised his eyebrows, boiled hot water, poured it into a cup, and ironed the suit bit by bit with the bottom of the cup.Hours later, the suit was at last as sharp and elegant as it had been when it first left the store.And David's shirt was soaked with sweat.

It was only a few hours before dawn, and in order to ensure sufficient energy, David collapsed on the crumpled sheets and fell asleep.

After the alarm clock rang, he jumped out of bed, rushed to the bathroom, and cleaned his face.Because there was no pomade, he had to use running water to comb his hair from his forehead to the back of his head.Looking around, he felt very satisfied with his image, and showed an almost narcissistic smile in the mirror.

He took out his shirt, put on a tie, and walked out the door. David met Mrs. Lewis at the gate of the Museum of Modern Art.

Participating in Olivier this time?Kane's exhibition, either art connoisseurs or wealthy collectors.

The first time David stepped into the exhibition, his heart was shocked. The decoration of the whole exhibition hall was very simple. Like other modern painters, it showed a sense of elegance and simplicity, but there was some faint emotion to be torn from that simplicity Crack everything and run out.

Oliver?Kane is not a prolific painter, but every painting is invaluable, and even the sketches that have been abandoned can be sold for a sky-high price of 10,000+ US dollars.

Today's exhibition will give people the opportunity to see all his unsold works and will also be a battleground for collectors.It is rumored that some works with a reserve price of 100 million US dollars have now been fired to 800 million.

Although David has not taken formal art appreciation courses, his reading experience accumulated in the library and the works of art he saw when he was with rich women in the past make his appreciation ability no less than that of amateur connoisseurs.

The most eye-catching piece in the entire exhibition is a painting with only black and dark blue.On the screen is a silhouette of a woman by the windowsill.A dozen people had already gathered around the painting, and David could only accompany Mrs. Louis to look at it from a distance across the crowd.

"There's a lot of irony in this painting, like Oliver Kane's sneer," said a magazine reporter, squinting his eyes.

"...It looks more like expressing a gloomy mood." A certain connoisseur wearing a single-sided glasses carefully figured out every line of the painting.

"Empty enough to trigger countless imaginations."

The people at the scene were discussing, and Mrs. Lewis slowly turned her head to look at David, who was silent beside her, only to realize that the young man raised his head slightly, his eyes drifted outside his brain, passing through layers of crowd, focusing on the on that painting.

Mrs. Lewis smiled slightly, hooked David's arm, and said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen your expression of concentration."

"Oh..." David came back to his senses and looked at Mrs. Lewis, "I just think this painting is...beautiful..."

"It's beautiful?" Mrs. Louis paused, "How can you see something beautiful with such a tone and picture?"

David's eyes returned to the painting, and his thoughts seemed to drift away again, "I feel as if there is a light rushing out of the darkness..."

Mrs. Louis tilted her head, and said softly after a few seconds: "Yeah... It seems that there is indeed some power that is about to break out of the cocoon in the picture. I didn't even notice it unless you tell me..."

David chuckled, turned his face to the side, and unnaturally saw a man at the entrance of the art exhibition.

His first impression is tall and elegant.

David bet that the light brown oversized sweater worn by the man was definitely not a cheap item from a small store. Even the pair of jeans on his body were washed a little white but made his legs look slender and steady.Since he was able to enter this art exhibition, and he didn't wear suits and ties like those upper-class people, this guy might also be an artist.