Dangerous Aesthetics

"Didn't you want to eat?" The greasy baked snails made the steak David just ate go up.

"I don't want to eat now."

David's eyes lit up, "Then let's go back if we don't want to eat!"

"Don't you like the food I ordered for you?" Olivan asked lightly, but with that expression, no one would feel that the other party was asking for advice.

"I don't like French food." David rubbed his head, thinking that even that lunatic Anthony knew about it.

"I like French food." Olivan took a sip of the red wine.

"I don't like French food!" David stood up, supported the table, and said word by word while looking into each other's eyes.

Olivan tilted his head and frowned slightly.

At this time, the waiter brought up some kind of dessert again, and the cream was still drizzled with syrup.

David covered his mouth abruptly, rushed to the bathroom, and spat it all out.

When he returned to the dining table angrily, Oliwen pointed to the plate of snails: "This is a famous dish."

"Since it is a famous dish, you should enjoy it!" After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the parking lot.No matter how Olivan will lose his temper afterwards, asking him to pay back the money, but he didn't, and sending him to the state prison, he ran away!

I'm looking at that watch on my wrist, how annoying!

After dumping Olivan, he didn't go home, but drove around the streets of New York, parked the car in a coffee shop, and ordered a glass of Blue Mountain and waffles for himself.

Finally, the taste of French food in the mouth can be covered.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang, it couldn't be the great painter who made people remind me, right?

"Hey baby David, are you okay?"

"Okay, I'm fine, I'm very fine." Upon hearing Neo's voice, David's fingers turned white with anger. That guy is fine, and he must be enjoying the beauty in the sun now.

"But don't you sound very good? It's no wonder...Olivan is not in a good mood around this time of year."

"Why? He's in menopause?" David scoffed.

"No, next Tuesday is the death day of that professor." Neo lowered his tone slightly.

David was taken aback, took a breath: "Oh..."

There was a sudden silence between the two.

"If you really feel uncomfortable staying here, how about buying a plane ticket and going out like me?"

"..." If Olivan is in the most difficult time now, how can he leave.

Maybe it's best to leave Olivier alone.

But the pain of his past, David hadn't had time to feel it.

He is willing to bear the grief with him now.

Looking out the window again, David was startled, where is his car?

Throwing the money casually on the table, he rushed out, seeing that the parking space where he parked was empty.

"Hey! Did any of you see my car?"

"Your car? What car?" asked a smoking young man squatting under the eaves of a cafe.

"It's a gray Porsche!" David was extremely anxious. He didn't park illegally, so someone must have stolen his car!

"Oh...that car of yours is so eye-catching. Check it out, are your keys still in your pocket?" The young man reminded him.

David touched his pocket, and suddenly remembered that someone bumped into him when he walked into the coffee shop, it must have been at that time...

David rushed to report to the police and informed the police of the license plate number.

It's over!It's over!Olivan was already in a bad mood!Now he really has to buy a plane ticket and escape!

Just at this moment, Oliwen's phone call came again.

"Where are you?"

"In the coffee shop..." David reached into his pocket. Fortunately, he brought out the card, which should be enough to buy a plane ticket to Hawaii to find Neo.

"Where's my car?" Olivan asked directly.

"Haha, is the car? The car is very good... very good!" David laughed so hard that his mouth was about to cramp.

"Why did the insurance company call me just now to tell me that my car was stolen?"

What insurance company is that?How did the news come so quickly?Ah...that's right, people like Oliwen should be VIP customers...

"Go home. Spaghetti tonight." Olivan's voice was normal, but David was uneasy.

"I eat too much at noon, I'm not hungry at night..."

"Okay then, go to Phoebe's and bring me two boxes of white paint before you get back tonight."

Olivan's voice was slightly soft, which made David wonder why he didn't get angry.

"What if... I mean if I did lose your car... what would you do?" David asked tentatively.

"Wait for the insurance company to settle the claim." Olivan's answer was justified, and David let out a sigh of relief.

"Phoebe" is a high-end painting supplies store. Many painters living in New York will come here to buy painting supplies, and Olivan is a frequent visitor here.

Two boxes of white paint cost David more than 300 yuan. Not only is Olivan living a luxurious life, but even the paint used for painting is also extravagant. However, considering the price at which his paintings are sold, the price of the paint does not seem so outrageous. up.

David returned to the villa and went to the third floor nervously.

Oliwen should be in the studio. When he opened the door, the guy sat in front of the drawing board again, looking gloomy and motionless.

There is no paint tray in his hand, and the paintbrush is still inserted in the pen holder.

It seemed that he was just meditating.

"Olivan, I bought the paint back." David took a breath.

"Hmm." The other party just nodded slightly.

"That... your car... was indeed stolen..."

"Well, the insurance company has too many claims procedures, so I ordered a Spyker, and you go to test the car the day after tomorrow. If there is nothing wrong, go out."

What?You bought a new car so quickly?

David hurriedly left the studio, before Oliwen turned his back on him.

Olivan's temper is as confusing as art.

Starting at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, it suddenly rained heavily.The sweltering weather instantly cooled down.

It's like some kind of emotion that has been suppressed for a long time, and when it comes out, it can't stop talking.

The torrential rain, accompanied by lightning, was reflected on the wall from the window, which was shocking.

David quickly closed all the windows, there was another burst of thunder, and the entire villa suddenly lost power.

"No way? So bad?"

Where's Olivier?Now that he can't see anything, isn't he still sitting in the studio?

David returned to his room and found the scented candlestick given to him by a woman he had been in contact with. After lighting it, there was finally some light in the dark room.

He went upstairs with the candlestick, and when he came to the door of the studio, another burst of lightning passed by, casting a sharp shadow on the wall.

Olivan's back was not as straight as usual. He hung his head and pressed his palms on the picture frame.

David raised the candlestick slightly, and saw Olivan's trembling back and the wet tears on his cheeks.

There is only one person in this world who can make him so sad.

Oliwen was proud, he would not want others to see his tears, maybe it was the darkness brought about by the torrential rain that gave him a chance to indulge his emotions.

David was about to turn around and close the door when Olivan suddenly spoke.

"Can you keep the candlestick?"

"I only have this one candlestick." David said with a smile, do you want him to go downstairs in the dark? "Forget it, I'll leave the candlestick to you."

David walked over and put the candlestick on the open space of the studio.

"If there is only this candlestick, you can sit down too." Olivan said lightly.

David didn't say much, just sat on the ground.

There was a drawing board between him and Olivan, and this drawing board made David and Olivan feel safe when they sat face to face.

Because... Olivier couldn't see his expression, so he couldn't guess his heart.

"David, do you believe in God?" Olivier asked.

"I believe in money, you know. Prayer is never good for money," David replied.

"I don't believe in God either, but he does. For him, death means returning to the embrace of God. Does that mean that I won't see him after I die because I don't have the same beliefs as him?" Olivan said The eloquent voice is intertwined with the sound of rain outside the window.

"Do you love him very much?" David asked, it seemed that Olivan's answer could also answer the question in his mind.

"Hmm." The other party murmured softly.

"So, do you ever make him happy?"

"Probably. When I got the first art award in my life, he smiled brightly."

"Then always remember his smile at that time."

"But I can only always remember that he died for me. The pain will always be deeper than the joy."

He couldn't see his face, but David could imagine the corners of his lips curled up helplessly.

"Olivan..." David got up, walked to the easel, and reached out to him, "Did you go camping when you were young?"

A few seconds later, the man lying on the easel raised his head and said softly, "I played."

"Then let's come and play too. I didn't go on the high school graduation trip. I heard they went camping." David put out Oliwen's empty easel, and then took off the curtain to cover it. Like a tent.

David sat in and waved at the other party, "Do you want to come in?"

Olivan sat in the same place for a while, and David stretched his arms and pulled the candlestick into the tent. The soft halo diffused in the small space, making people want to approach involuntarily.

Olivan bent down, got in, and sat cross-legged with David.

"The way you were sitting in the tent holding candles just now looks like the Virgin Mary." Olivan raised the corners of his lips.