Dangerous Aesthetics

"You really want me to try this horse? My riding skills are not very good!" David whispered in Olivier's ear.

Who knew that the other party just smiled, "If it's not good, then practice hard. How can an art appraiser not be able to afford a good horse?"

David sighed. Most of the time he stood beside Olivan, always having the illusion of being helplessly envious but unable to catch up.

Sitting on the saddle and pulling on the reins, David rode Salman through the playground.

This horse is indeed very gentle, with steady steps. The horse trainer who is leading the horse turns around and smiles: "Mr. Hovland, do you want to trot around?"

"Ah?" Before David could react, the horse trainer patted Salman's neck. Suddenly, David got up from the bumps on the horse's back. He had to hold on to the rein for fear of falling.

To tell the truth, David rides pitifully infrequently.The few times I went horseback riding with Mrs. Rich, they moved slowly and basically talked, and David just kept his balance and tried to look graceful.

But this time the degree of difficulty seemed to be beyond David's ability to bear.

Salman ran faster and faster, and David felt himself shaking from side to side, and might fall off the horse at any moment.

Looking back, the horse trainer was looking at him from a distance, and seemed to be saying something, but David couldn't hear him clearly.

It's over... over... I'm gonna break my neck!

The more tense he was, the harder David's legs clamped, and his fingers clenched the reins but it was difficult to maintain his balance.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes came from behind, and David didn't have the courage to look back.

"David, don't clamp the horse's belly too tightly!" Olivan's voice came. Although David didn't want to admit it, his voice sounded like heaven at the moment.

nonsense!I also know not to pinch the horse's belly!But if I don't clamp, I will fall off!

David gritted his teeth and couldn't even speak. He seemed calm on the surface, but his pale face revealed his panic.

"If you pinch a horse again, I'll send you to the state prison! There are plenty of men for you to pinch!" Olivan's voice was half an octave lower, but it pierced through David's heart like a sharp knife.

Oh shit!you are vicious!

David forced his legs to relax, and the reins tightened even more.

"It's normal for a horse to run bumpy! You have to make yourself and the horse move in the same range, and imagine that you and the horse are one!" Oliwen ran with David at a constant speed. His riding skills are very good, otherwise how could it be possible? Always kept an arm's length away from David.

"My imagination is not that rich!" David was about to explode, "You tell it to stop! I won't ride!"

A cold light swept across his back, David turned his head with difficulty, and met Oliwen's eyes, like a cold front passing through.

"If you get off this horse, I'll push you to the grass and kill you! Let passers-by see that you look like a mare!" Olivan yelled, and David almost froze. on horseback.

"What - you dare to fuck me!" For a moment, David's head was blank, except for Olivan's face that was too slapped, he subconsciously grabbed the rein, and Salman rushed towards Olivan.

Oliwen was prostrate on the horse's back, his spine showed a smooth line, galloping at the forefront.

Subconsciously, David imitated his figure and chased after him.

I will cut you to pieces!I want you to be trampled into mud by horseshoes!How dare you fuck me!Am I what you can do!me davidWhat a man Hovland is!Live your daydreams!

I don't know if it's because Olivan slowed down on purpose, or because David, who was blown up, is really unstoppable, and the distance between the two is getting closer.

David's eyes were about to shine, and he raised his whip to hit Olivan's back. The moment he raised his hand, his body lost his balance and fell to the side.

Although he held the reins and one leg was still in the stirrup, he was basically hanging from the side of the horse's back.

"Fuck—" David cursed without hesitation.

Suddenly, someone supported his waist. The other party's arms seemed to be very strong, and he pushed him back on the horse.

David turned his face to the side, and saw Oliwen slanted his back and leaned towards him. If Oliwen hadn't turned back just now, David might not know how long he would hang on the horse's back.

Olivan's side profile was more real and profound than the statues in the museum, and David stopped breathing at that moment.

When he sat still in shock, he shouted not to be outdone: "Don't think that I will be grateful to you for saving me!"

Olivan, who lowered his head and shook his shoulders on the horse and laughed, was a scene David had never seen before.

It seemed that such an image should never appear on Oliwen, but David couldn't help but take a second look.

The other party approached him slowly, and the horsewhip reached out and touched David's chin, and it flipped a little frivolously, "You don't really think I want to fuck you? A body like yours is full of fat and has no depth. Your personality, even your appearance can be classed as a creamy niche, I really have no interest."

David gritted his teeth. Although he didn't want Olivan to be interested in him at all, what the other party said just now seriously hurt his self-esteem.

What does it mean to be full of fat?How deep is the character?If his looks were not creamy enough, how could so many women like him? Are they supposed to like King Kong?

"However, didn't you ride a horse very well just now?" Olivan turned around, "Riding a horse is like being an Ai, as long as you let go, you will enjoy it a lot."

David looked at the other person's back, touched his forehead, and sighed.

When they returned to the stables, under the watchful eyes of the horse trainers and the head of the clubhouse, Olivan smartly signed his name on the check, and David also had his first horse in his life.

"Let's go, ride two more laps." Oliwen raised his chin.

David touched Salman's head. Although it scared him a little just now, David still liked it.

Just as he left the stable again, Olivan handed him the small communicator.

"What are you doing?" David was a little suspicious. He saw Holden riding a horse from a distance, and he finally understood why Olivan dragged him to ride a horse—for a "coincidence" with Holden.

"Oh, dear Mr. Hovland, I didn't expect to see you here." Holden smiled, leaned over and held out his hand to David.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Horton." David complained in his heart. Olivier should have told him in advance that he would deal with Horton today, so that he could be prepared.

"I thought you were busy all the time. I haven't received a call from you in the past four or five days. I wonder if you have forgotten me?"

"No, I'm just a little busy. I'm here today to relax while riding a horse and talk to clients at the same time."

"Oh," Holden looked thoughtfully at Olivan next to David. At Olivan's age, unless he inherited the family business, it would be difficult for people to think that he was a collector, but Olivan gave the impression of being restrained. And elegantly, "Then this gentleman is..."

David looked at Olivan, and he didn't know whether he should make up a name for him or say Olivan's real name.

"Olivan? Kane." Olivan nodded to Horton, and said to David, "Since you have other friends, let's stop talking here today, see you next time."

David was stunned for a moment, and then he understood why Olivan said his name so readily. What he wanted was for Horton to trust David more.

"He... what did he say his name was just now? Olivier... Kane... he can't be that famous painter, right?"

"Yeah. But he's not very good-tempered." David shrugged.

Neo's voice came from the communicator: "Okay, how dare you accuse Oliwen of having a bad temper in public, boy, you are dead!"

David's eyebrows trembled. Sometimes he really wanted to throw the thing in his ear as far as he could.

The expression on Holden's face was one of surprise and excitement, "So you have a cooperative relationship with Mr. Kane?"

"Ah, no, we're just friends, like-minded about art appreciation."

"That's right." Holden glanced at David's horse. As an expert, he quickly recognized Salman's expensive price. "Is this your horse?"

"Yes, I just decided to buy it today." David smiled slightly, without showing off his expression and looked very calm, as if the ones under him were not nearly a million fine varieties.

There was no need to look at Holden's expression, David knew that this guy must have already decided that he was a very good appraiser.

"Well, Mr. Horton, I'm a little tired after riding the horse all morning, and I made an appointment to have dinner with you last time. It's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. What do you think?" After being on horseback for too long, David's inner thighs and the heels of his legs were very painful.

"It's a great honor." Horton agreed without thinking.

In the communicator, Neo reminded: "Take him to the Rockwell Hotel at 21 Phoenix Road, and I can book a seat for you there."

David got off the horse smoothly, and his legs were weak when he landed, and he almost couldn't stand still. This was the end of riding a horse for three hours in a row.

Seeing his strange walking posture, Holden asked with concern: "Mr. Hovland, are you having cramps?"

"Ah, it's because I played tennis with a collector yesterday, and I've been riding a horse today, so my muscles are a little tired." David smiled shyly.