Dangerous Aesthetics

But Neo said awkwardly: "Eh? Didn't you sit in the study all day yesterday? When did you play tennis? Why don't you go play tennis with me tomorrow? I really want to see you wearing sports shorts all over the court." The way you run, it must be very sexy..."

David really wants to buy super glue to stick Neo's beak!

Enduring the soreness, David still drove to the hotel that Neo had booked.

Holden and David chatted about some trivial matters about the art collection. At this moment, a young man in a cheap suit came to their table with a wrapped painting in his hand.

Just as David was about to ask him what he wanted, Neo's voice sounded: "Ask him 'Sibe, are you sure this painting only sells for $[-], because it's worth at least $[-]'."

The young man had a shy expression on his face, "Excuse me...is that Mr. Hovland?"

"Yes." David stood up under Horton's gaze, and called the waiter to pour a glass of wine for the young man named Sibby, "Sibby, are you here? Are you sure you're here?" A painting for only five thousand dollars? It's worth at least fifty thousand."

"Hey, I said [-], not [-]! You're too dark, aren't you?" Neo's voice was a little playful.

Xibi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am in a hurry to spend money, five thousand is already good enough."

David knew what Neo and the others were setting up, so he was naturally very interested in continuing to act, "But I can't take advantage of you like this, connoisseur Dupont has decided to write a column for you, and the value of your paintings will It will go up all the way, I can’t buy your work for just five thousand dollars, it’s an insult to art.” David lowered his head, “Well, let me write you a check for 2 dollars.”

Just when David was looking for the checkbook in his pocket, Neo said half-sarcastically, "Why didn't I know you, a penniless liar, still have checks?"

Of course David didn't have a checkbook. He touched his pocket for a long time, and then said guiltily, "Oh, Sibby, I was out riding with my friends today, so I forgot the checkbook. You sit here and wait a while. I'll let the secretary Send me the checkbook."

Just when David was about to make a call, Holden stopped him with his hand, "Hovland, this gentleman seems to be in urgent need of help, and as you said, his paintings should be of great artistic value, I don't know if I don't You can take a look."

David motioned Sibby to open the painting. His painting was fresh and a bit willful, which made people feel the peace and freedom he yearned for in his heart. It was a pursuit that ran counter to reality. David squinted his eyes. Suddenly he regretted saying that this painting was worth 20 yuan. With the appreciation he had cultivated in Oliwen's study these days, as long as someone said a few words for this young man, it would be impossible for this painting to sell for [-] yuan. question.

David took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, carefully pointing out the brush strokes and the beauty of techniques and artistic conception with his fingertips. After hearing his introduction, Horton seemed to love the painting too.

"Mr. Hovland, if I am willing to write a check for thirty thousand to this young man, I wonder if I can get this painting?"

"Of course." David showed a somewhat surprised expression, but he said in his heart that you, an old boy, have taken advantage of it, "I didn't expect Mr. Horton to pay such a price for an unknown work. "

"I like it very much, and I also trust Mr. Hovland's taste." Holden smiled and signed the check to Sibby.

Although David was smiling, he gave him a middle finger in his heart: If I hadn't said that DuPont would write a column for him, would you be willing to pay for it?

After dinner, Hovland invited David to join him in an art exhibition two weeks later, and David naturally agreed.

When he came to the car, David found that Sibby was waiting for him not far away.

Sibby's eyes were full of gratitude, and because of his thin cheeks, his eyes were full of pity.

"Mr. Hovland...you are the first person who appreciates me so much besides the teacher."

"Who is your teacher?"

"Olivan? Kane... the teacher also asked me to come to this restaurant to find you, and he said that you would buy my paintings." Sibby fiddled with her fingers a little awkwardly, "Compared to the other students of the teacher, I It's the most obscure one... I haven't won an award, and I don't even have enough money to finish my studies..."

David reached out and clasped Sibby's fingers, and said softly: "Sir, your hands are for drawing, so please be careful not to hurt them. Also, one day you will become more than your classmates." Your teacher Olivan? Kane brighter star."

Sibby looked up at David, as if in David's eyes, that "someday" had become a reality.

"See you next time, Sibby." David bowed, opened the car door, and frowned when he sat down. His thighs were so sore...

Neo's voice sounded again: "It's a pity that Sibby is not a woman, otherwise he might have already secretly committed to you."

As the car drove into the sunset, David twitched the corners of his mouth, "This meal is to sell Sibby's painting, isn't it?"

"Yes, not all of them." Neo's voice was a bit unfathomable, and David was a little tired, and didn't want to continue to explore the meaning.

Back in his room, he simply took a shower and lay down on his bed.

The bath liquid stings a little when it flows through the heels of his legs. Because of the soreness, he has to use his hands to separate the two legs, and lower his head to look at the inside of his legs.

There is a large area of ​​red, and there are places where the saddle has been worn...

David sighed, not knowing where the medicine could be rubbed.

"My mother—this scene is so evocative, I won't be able to sleep!" Neo's voice came from the door, and he was holding a notebook and seemed to be planning to share something with David.

David froze on the spot, his posture was simply "please taste", the red legs seemed to have been violated countless times, coupled with the flushed cheeks from exertion, it looked like "dissatisfaction with desire".

David went crazy, put his legs together, and roared: "You don't even knock when you enter my room—"

Neo acted as if he hadn't seen David go crazy, and ran over to sit in front of David with his computer in his arms, with his head stretched between his legs: "Can you take a look again? Your little hole is really beautiful !"

David collapsed, picked up Neo's computer and was about to smash it on the top of his head, but the guy flashed very fast, the computer only landed on the mattress.

"David, are you shy? But what you did just now really made people dream about..." Neo reached out to grab the notebook back, but David held it tightly, ready to smash Neo's if he had the chance. head.

At this moment, the door was kicked open, and Oliwen rushed over covered in paint, "Listen to me, both of you! I will throw anyone who makes any noise again!"

David was just gesturing to keep his laptop, but was startled by Oliwen, and the computer fell down. Neo quickly reached out to take it, and said with lingering fear, "It's obvious that David spread his thighs to seduce me..."

"What did you say?" David wanted to hit Neo, but he was swept away by Oliwen's eyes, and his momentum suddenly fell back.

"Spread your legs." Olivan said in a cold voice.

"What..." David stared blankly at Olivan's expressionless face, completely unable to guess what he was thinking.

"Oh, Olivan, so you also want to see David's place. Let me tell you, his place is really cute. It makes people want to rush in and bully him. Watch him gasp and cry..." Neo said Increasingly unreliable, David's fingers rattled.

"Neo? Langdon—I'm going to kill you—" David finally managed to punch Neo in the face, causing the annoying guy to take a few steps back.

David was obviously wearing underwear. Could it be that damn Neo has X-ray eyes, otherwise how could he see his... there!

"David... how can you do this..." Neo covered his cheeks, but no one paid any attention to him.

Olivan sighed lightly, and said in a low voice, "David, let me see how badly you are hurt."

This sentence made David blink his eyes. Is he hallucinating?Will Olivan care about where he is hurt?

Even so, David didn't intend to open his legs for other men to see.

"It's nothing, it's just a little red." David now just wanted these two people to leave his room immediately and let him stay alone.

"Since you're fine, little David, shall we go play tennis tomorrow?" Neo definitely wanted to avenge David's punch just now before making such a humble suggestion.

"Hit your head!" David was about to punch the guy again when his ankle was held down.

"O... Olivan, what are you doing!" David's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

That guy Olivan knelt down on David's bed at some point, clasped his ankles with both hands and pulled his legs apart vigorously. The sore muscles made David scream at this moment.

"God—"

David's body fell backwards, and in front of him was the rotating ceiling.

Olivan's head was already between his legs, and even Neo moved closer.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Oliwen's body temperature infected the air and spread along David's skin.

Realizing that he was being watched by Olivan, David really wanted to slam his head on the edge of the bed.

"You are such a squeamish playboy." Olivan's voice reappeared that mocking tone.