Dangerous Aesthetics

David stood outside the villa, where the taxi he ordered was waiting.

"Sir, where is your address?"

"New York International Airport."

The car drove out.

The sycamore trees were intertwined above his head, and there was a faint smell of green grass in the air.

David closed his eyes and said softly: Goodbye, Olivan.

Or should I say "see you again".

Men should be the most refreshing animals in the world, even if they give up, they should be extremely refreshing.

Two hours later, David boarded a plane to France.

On the afternoon of the second day, Olivan stood outside the studio door and said loudly, "David—go to 'Phoebe' and buy me a set of brushes!"

After a few seconds, no one answered.

"David Hovland—"

Still no one responded.

Oliwen frowned, as if he had reacted to something, he walked quickly to the second floor, came to David's room door, and slammed the door open.

The bed was neatly made, and it didn't look like anyone had slept in it last night.

Opening the closet, the clothes inside were neatly hung.

The suitcase is also placed there.

Oliwen exhaled slightly, turned and returned to the studio.

A few hours later, there seemed to be movement in the downstairs kitchen.

Olivier came downstairs to find Neo serving dinner.

"Where's David?"

"David... hasn't he come back?" Neo looked indifferent, turned around and shouted, "David—it's time to eat! If you don't come down, Olivier will send you to the state prison!"

Oliwen looked at the dining table, and suddenly grabbed Neo's wrist: "Where is David!"

"How do I know! Didn't he go to some woman's party yesterday? Didn't he get too high and still sleep now!" Neo broke free from Olivine, acting like there was something wrong with you.

"Lie." Olivan stared straight into Neo's eyes, "You only made dinner for two, which means you already know that David is not at home tonight."

Neo turned his head away and sighed slightly: "David has something to do, so he went to another place."

"Where." Olivan's voice sank.

"I don't know." Neo walked around Olivan and began to eat dinner. "There is no tomato sauce, so the pasta uses mushroom sauce."

"You know he's going to run away?" Olivan sat opposite him, but didn't touch the dinner in front of him.

"Why do you use the word 'escape'? He is not your slave. And he has already done a lot of things for you, such as getting back "Girl with a Pearl Earring" and Ekaterina's eggs."

"When does he come back."

"He...he will probably come back after playing enough." Neo stuffed a big mouthful of noodles into his mouth and chewed for a long time, "I forgot to tell you, I took off that watch, if you have something Looking for him, I can't locate where he is for the time being."

"I didn't want to look for him." Olivan said coldly.

"Oh, let's have dinner then."

But Olivan just pushed away the chair and went back to the studio.

Neo touched his forehead and smiled helplessly.

On the afternoon of the third day, Olivan's voice sounded again: "David—clean the studio floor for me! David!"

Ten minutes later, Neo on the second floor poked his head out from the room: "Stop screaming, he hasn't come back yet!"

The whole villa fell into dead silence again.

After this situation lasted for half a month, Neo had to rush from the second floor to the third floor, grabbed Olivan by the collar and said, "Stop calling David's name in the house every day! He's not here! Not here." New York! Not in America!"

Olivan's cold eyes fixed on Neo, "So where is he?"

"I don't know!" Neo looked back at his old friend with unreasonable eyes, "I just hope he is living freely now! It's good! David is a person! He has his own things to do! You just Can't let him finish it?"

Oliwen turned around, went to sit in front of the easel, and quietly adjusted the colors in the drawing board. The strength of the brush became stronger and stronger until it broke with a snap.

Neo took a breath, stepped forward and patted Olivan on the shoulder: "It must be very important to get David out of here."

"Go out, I'm drawing."

Neo frowned, and the moment he closed the studio door, Olivan's figure looked a bit bleak.

Four months later, in a cemetery in Bordeaux, France, a handsome man led a four-year-old girl by the hand, watching a coffin slowly lower into the soil.

"Diana, you haven't handed the flowers to Mom yet." The man squatted down, pinched the little girl's face, the smile on his lips was a little doting, but more sad.

"But Dad, Mom is lying in that box, how did you receive my flowers? I have to wait for Mom to come out of the box before giving her the flowers." The little girl showed a naive expression.

The man's brows and eyes trembled, and he hugged the little girl tightly into his arms, "It's okay, Diana, I will be by your side. Like Ruby, I will tell you stories, watch you grow up, and then marry The best man in the world."

"But my mother said that the best man in the world is David's father, so when I grow up, do I want to marry you, father?"

"...There will be a man who is better than me, Diana." The man rested his forehead on the little girl's shoulder, and tears fell into the soil where Ruby was sleeping.

"Mr. Hovland, please express your condolences." Mrs. Linda patted the man's shoulder, "You made Ruby's last time very happy."

"Thank you." David took a breath and nodded.

"In the future, what are your plans?"

"There are a lot of local grape plantations in Bordeaux, and there are also a lot of wine manufacturers. If the market is placed in France alone, it is really not competitive. So I want to expand the market. The winemakers in this vineyard are very hardworking Every drop of grape juice is a high-quality product, and I want to shape the wine produced here into a brand and sell it."

"In that case, are you leaving Bordeaux?"

"I think so, I would like to hand over the management of the vineyard and winery to Cole, who is an expert in this area, and then I can focus on bringing our wines to the wider market...just don't know Diana Would you like to leave here, after all, this is where she grew up, and Ruby also sleeps here..."

Diana stood on tiptoe and said in a very serious tone: "Mom said, if you want me to listen to David's father, Diana will go wherever father is going."

"Diana is so good." David hugged her tightly.

Soon, the winter of the year will come.

Diana put on a pink coat and brown leather boots, and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her legs and watching Mrs. Linda pack her luggage.

"Mrs. Linda, do you think the winter in Boston is the same as here?"

"Don't worry, baby, no matter how cold the place is, your daddy David will protect you well." Mrs. Linda touched Diana's little head.

At this time, David walked in, "How is it, have you packed it?"

"Ah, I should bring enough clothes and so on."

David glanced at a sorting box, which was filled with photo frames and the like. Ruby was holding Diana, who was still a baby, smiling happily.David smiled too, running his fingers over Ruby's face.

Flipping through it again, David saw a frame of flowers.

"When did this happen?" David wiped the dust off with his hands.

"Ah, it was made by the children organized by Diana's kindergarten last year." Mrs. Linda took it over, "Actually, it was basically made by the teacher, and the children were only responsible for picking the flowers..."

Holding the specimen frame, David squatted down in front of Diana, raised his head, and looked at her with almost devout eyes, "Little princess, can you give this to Dad? A friend of Dad likes red carnations very much." .”

"Okay." Diana nodded vigorously and generously.

Half a month later in New York, Christmas is approaching.

Christmas songs can be heard everywhere, shops are decorated with colorful lights, and old men with white beards and red hats especially attract children's laughter.

Snowflakes float in the air, people wear coats and scarves, and after the snow falls, the warm winter sun falls on the ground through the treetops.

Neo in the room turned up the music of Christmas songs to the maximum while playing the game, but it couldn't cover the sound from the living room.

The fireplace in the living room was chirping, and on the brown carpet, two bodies were intertwined.

"Ha... ha... teacher... please be gentle..."

"There...there..."

The young man was suppressed and always wanted to kiss the person behind him back, but the other person just closed his eyes and enjoyed his package, frowning as if there was some dissatisfaction, the harder he tried, the less he could catch what he wanted s things.

With the man's low shout, the young man finally had a chance to breathe. The strength and collision just now made him think that he would die like this.

He turned around slowly and looked at the stern man in front of him.

Olivier Kane had no shortage of bed partners, and countless students who wanted to lie next to him.

But I never imagined that I, who had never been in line with Oliwen's aesthetics, would one day be favored by him.

"Teacher..." Just as the young man wanted to put his arms around him, Oliwen had already pulled away.

"Is it cold, Elvis?"

"It's not cold." Elvis curled up shyly. The passion just now hadn't dissipated. He never thought that he would be embraced by this giant in the modern art world.

Olivan reached out and brushed his forehead hair, and Elvis closed his eyes and looked forward to his kiss, but the other party got up and left.

"teacher……"

"I'll go get you some water to take a bath." Olivan walked to a vacant room on the second floor, where the furnishings were the same as four months ago, even the order in which the suits and shirts were hung in the closet hadn't changed.

He opened the bathroom door, turned on the faucet of the bathtub, and hot water flowed out.Turning around again, the cup and toothbrush on the sink were still inserted inside.

The fingers seemed to be possessed, and they retracted the moment they touched the rim of the cup.