Dangerous Aesthetics

The other party seemed to have stood at the door for a long time, and the end point of his eyes was David's back, and the moment David turned sideways made the eyes of the two blend together.

There was no sudden abruptness, and everything seemed to happen naturally.

That man is not a handsome man in the traditional sense, but his eye sockets are deep, his brows are delicate, and the edges and corners are clear but not blunt.From an aesthetic point of view, his aesthetic and David's are two styles.

It seemed strange to keep looking at each other like this with a stranger. David took the lead to avert his gaze, and focused on Mrs. Louis who was on the side.

The two of them took a closer look at the other works in the exhibition, and whenever they passed by that painting, David couldn't help but look at it.

It was like a fateful encounter.

David pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed, while Mrs. Lewis stretched out her hand and pinched his face, "Do you like that painting very much?"

"Yes." David's answer was without the slightest concealment.

"Unfortunately, "Far Window" is not for sale, otherwise I would really like to buy it and put it in my gallery." Mrs. Louis showed a slightly regretful expression.

Before leaving the art exhibition, David went to the bathroom.

The fine running water slipped through his fingers, and he looked up at himself in the mirror.

The whole space is peaceful, and the bright and soft lighting makes his face more beautiful. In the exhibition alone, there are already several ladies and ladies staring at him. Does this make him think about Oliwen?Kane feels slightly guilty that he accidentally stole some of the painter's limelight in his exhibition.

The moment he looked up, David's heart throbbed violently, and the man in a light brown sweater stood behind him.

"First... sir..." David calmed down and complained a little why this guy was silent like a ghost, but soon he pulled out his signature smile, "Are you going to wash your hands? ?”

The man hugged his arms slowly.

According to David, people who adopt this posture are either trying to distance themselves from others and close themselves off, or they are overconfident.

The man turned his head slightly, and the gesture of looking sideways always had a sense of irony and disrespect.

David's eyes ached slightly as if he had been stabbed. He turned around and was about to push the door to leave when the man who had been silent all this time spoke.

"Why do you think "The Far Window" is beautiful?" English with a London accent has a similar accent to Jude Law on the screen, but the sound quality is completely different, indifferent but not cold, just like his expression, with a slight ridicule.

David hadn't wanted to talk to him.The reason is not because of the other party's attitude, but because of the other party's appearance.

David has been praised as cute since he was a child, and when he grows up, he is regarded as a "beautiful man" by many women, but what he wants more is a manly appearance that does not need beauty but strength. Just like this dude in front of me.

But if David didn't say anything, he seemed to be despised by the other party, which made him even more unbearable.

So he turned back slowly, leaning his back against the bathroom door, met the other person's gaze and said, "Olivan? Kane is very smart. He uses black in the place closest to the frame, but on the upper right of the visual focus." The corners are filled with dark blue. Although these two colors are gloomy, the gradient effect guides the direction of the light source, creating the illusion that something is about to light up the picture. In fact, humans, like insects, are pursuing Bright. So, I feel good."

As a liar, David needs to maintain a calm mind at all times, even when he is talking nonsense, he must convince himself that whatever he says is true.

The man's lips parted slowly, and he didn't show a kind or gentle smile, not even a smile.

"It would be a pity if you were just a liar." The voice was still cool, vibrating along the air. Before David had time to identify the meaning of each word spoken by the other party, the man turned and left. When David passed by, the other party whispered, "You are much better than those idiots in suits outside."

A few seconds later, David was the only one left in the bathroom again. His eyes blinked before he realized—could someone already see through his identity?

Several past experiences made him a lot more cautious.

Whatever the man had meant, David knew he might have to give up Mrs. Lewis's gallery and get out of the city.

Rather than being frustrated in his heart, he wanted to know who the man was just now.Undoubtedly, the other party seemed to be staring at him from the moment he entered the exhibition, and a feeling of uneasiness spread in David's heart.

The cell phone in my pocket rang. It was Mrs. Lewis.

"Honey, why haven't you come back yet?"

"I'm already waiting for you in the garage." David's voice was soft, and there was no falsehood in his sincerity.

After hanging up the phone, David didn't intend to go to the garage but left directly.He was going back to his cramped apartment, packed his belongings, and left for the six o'clock train.

When he walked to the door gracefully with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding the presentation of the exhibition, the police car was parked there, and several policemen were watching the flow of people coming out.

David paused, and cursed "shit" in his heart. He was about to walk back to the garage and take Mrs. Lewis' car to leave when the police found him and gathered around him.

Be calm, David.Maybe their target is not you, so you must not mess around.

"David? Hovland!" The sheriff-like man came to David and put his palm on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry sir, my name is not David...Hellan..." David showed a bewildered expression.

The sheriff stared at him and smiled: "Aren't you the little boy who committed fraud in four states? Many rich women hate you so much!"

David shook his head, took a step back, with a nervous and aggrieved expression on his face, "Sir, my name is Michael Danlun, a student from the art department of nearby Queen's College. Today I came here specially to visit Olivier Kane Today... all the people present are collectors and artists, what kind of... capital do I have to defraud them as a student of the Art Academy?"

The sheriff frowned, and turned to the policeman beside him, "Hey, whoever has a picture of that scammer, use it for comparison!"

At this moment, Mrs. Louis' voice sounded: "David! Why are you here!"

David's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to see Mrs. Lewis walking towards him.

"Fortunately, this gentleman told me that you are here, otherwise I thought you really went to the garage!" Mrs. Lewis turned her head and pointed at the tall figure, David was stunned on the spot, the other was the one in the bathroom met man.

Judging by the shape of his mouth, it seems to be saying "you are finished".

Although he didn't know what was going on, at least David knew that everything at this time was absolutely inseparable from this man.When David subconsciously wanted to walk towards him, a police officer had already come up to hold him down. With a "click", a cold touch surrounded his wrist.

The man slowly adjusted the angle of his head, with a feeling of looking down and looking at a child.

David tried to break free, but was firmly held down by the police officer. He suddenly yelled, "Who the hell are you! Why!"

The man remained silent, turned and left.

The sound of the lighter sounded, and a wisp of smoke circled away from the man.

"David...what's going on here?" Mrs. Louis, who didn't know what to do, came forward, and the sheriff stood between her and David.

"Madam, I'm sorry to tell you that David Hovland is a professional liar. He has committed crimes in several states in the past few years, and he was finally arrested today."

David really wanted to hold his head down. Such an unadorned introduction is really not aesthetically pleasing.

"David," Mrs. Louis opened her eyes wide. She couldn't believe that this handsome, well-mannered, even gentle and considerate young man was a liar. "Is there some misunderstanding here?"

In David's principle, even the exit must be perfect.

There was no need to explain. When the police officers pushed him towards the police car, David turned his head and smiled at Mrs. Lewis, and said, "Goodbye, Trish."

David's figure in the sunset doesn't look lonely, but looks like Olivan?Kane's "Far Window" is average, brewing an unforgettable aesthetic feeling.

After half an hour, David's face changed.

When the officers opened the gate of the detention center, David yelled, "You're going to lock me up here—"

"What's wrong here? A single room is a treatment that others can't enjoy." The policeman knocked on the iron railing with his baton in a funny way, "Go in."

David was pushed in, and the sound of the door lock was particularly harsh.He sat on the hard bed, pressing the back of his head against the wall dejectedly.It's been five years since the last time he sat in a cell when his first scam was caught.

If there is no mistake, this time he will be sent to various states for trial, and then serve his sentence in different places.

"Oh, God..." David pressed his eyes, he knew how he would be treated in prison with his appearance.He didn't want to be treated as a male prostitute, but with his body, when the pack of wolves, tigers and leopards rushed up, there was no way to fight back.