Dangerous Aesthetics

This sentence made David swallow his saliva, which made it clear that Olivan set up a trap to deceive his grandfather.

Unexpectedly, Raymond laughed instead, and even the anger that suppressed the air was gone.

"Anthony, are you saying that this "Time" is a copy of Olivan's painting?" Raymond held the frame of the painting, put on his glasses and re-examined it.

"That's right." Anthony glanced at Olivan, "You should still remember that Mr. Kane was also a student of Uris? If it weren't for this signature, there would really be a need to imitate the teacher's work in this world." There are two "Years"."

Victor, who was kneeling on the ground, was also stunned: "Wh... what... is this painting Olivan? Kane... drew it?"

Raymond seemed to have realized something, sat down and stared at Victor, who was about to lose control, hit his head with a pistol and said, "Today is my birthday, I don't want to kill people casually, but if I hear anything about my Grandson's gossip, I will not let you die easily."

"Yes! Yes! I will definitely not go out and talk nonsense!"

"get out."

As soon as Raymond's words came out, Victor left in a frenzy.

"Olivan..." Raymond turned his head and wanted to say something to him, but Olivan pulled David around.

"Let's go, there can't be any bombs here. Anthony won't be so stupid as to blow himself up." Olivan's voice was even colder.

David turned his head and saw Anthony slowly raising his hand. In his hand was Schiller's rib!

Grabbing Olivan, David asked Anthony: "How could it be with you?"

"Because Mr. Waleran gave it to me as a gift, who asked me to recognize Olivan's work for him?" Anthony's smile only made David feel dazzling.

Raymond came over: "So David, you like this thing? If you had said earlier, I would have given it to you."

Anthony said in a half-joking tone: "David, if you come with me, everything I have is yours, including this little rib."

"Dream." David pulled Oliwen to leave this time instead.

Anthony came slowly, and whispered in Olivan's ear: "Take care of him, because I can steal him away at any time."

Olivan turned around without saying a word, and the two left the Waleran family in this way.

After getting into the car, Oliwen's face was still as cold as ever.

"I know you're upset that you can't get that rib back..." David wanted to speak comfortingly, only to realize how poor his language was.An arrogant person like Oliwen was defeated by Anthony...

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, Olivan smiled slightly again.

"Forget it. Anyway, Anthony didn't get what he really wanted. I just feel sorry for Mr. Wenman."

"But... I think he'll understand."

The car started, and they drove directly to London International Airport.At this moment, David is also returning home.

After a long flight, David was exhausted.But as soon as he got home, Diana ran into his arms like a deer, and all the fatigue disappeared.

"Dad, I miss you so much! Where have you been!"

"Daddy misses you too." David comforted his daughter as he walked upstairs.

Who knew that the little girl quickly stretched out her hand to Oliwen who was at the side.

"Daddy! I miss you too!"

Olivier took her over with a smile.

"Next week the teacher wants us to hand in the drawing! I want Daddy to watch me draw!"

"Okay." Olivan kissed her lightly on the forehead.

David was overwhelmed immediately, and brought his daughter over, "Don't kiss me randomly, this is my daughter!"

"Then can I kiss you indiscriminately? Anyway, you are mine." Just as Olivan was about to kiss David's side face, he was dodged by the other party.

The two called Mr. Weinman that night and told him sorry that Schiller's ribs had been taken by Anthony.

"Is that so?" Mr. Wenman's voice was not as disappointed as David imagined, but a little helpless.

"Are you okay?" David was a little worried.

"I'm fine. I used this rib to achieve success in my career. It's the price I should pay. But I'm very grateful to you for getting back "Years" for me."

"Good night then, please rest well."

After hanging up the phone, the lives of David and Olivan seemed to be back on the original track.

When Olivan was painting in the studio, he would force David to stay by his side.

"I want to have a snack."

"You can serve the dim sum."

"...I want to go to the gym, I haven't exercised in a long time..."

"Isn't the exercise we do every night counted as exercise?"

"...I don't want to stay here anymore! It's boring!" David opened the door of the studio and went out regardless of the three seven twenty one.

Olivan put down his paintbrush and followed him for a drive.

The two drank a cup of coffee in a cafe in the city, and then went to listen to an opera, but David fell asleep halfway through.

It ended with David not enjoying himself back at the villa.

At this time, there was already a guest waiting for them.

It was a young man in his 20s, with a handsome face, short golden brown hair and a straight nose.

Seeing Oliwen come in, the joy in the young man's eyes could not be concealed, as well as the strong admiration.

"teacher!"

"Ivis, you should be working on your graduation project right now." Olivier took David's hand and sat down in front of him.

Although the young man named Elvis wanted to divert his attention, he still glanced at Olivan and held David's hand from time to time.

David is not used to Olivan showing such intimacy in front of outsiders, "You talk to your students, I'm going up."

Elvis swallowed: "Did I disturb you, teacher?"

"No, he's free every day." David smiled, but he still wanted to get up, but Olivier could only let go.

Putting his painting on the table, Elvis said sincerely: "Teacher, can you give me some advice?"

Olivan brought it over and looked at it twice.

"From a technical point of view, you draw well."

"Really?"

"But in terms of connotation, it's very empty." Olivan never left room for praise and criticism, "Although you are my student, it never means that you want to imitate me. There will be no second Olivan in this world. Levan? Kane. So all you have to do is be uniquely Elvis."

Elvis' expression was more of frustration than confusion.Because he knew that he was not recognized by the teacher.

At this time, Neo suddenly came to the stairs on the second floor, and leaned against the fence to unfold a sketch.

"Olivan--David says you did it! Impossible?"

Elvis also raised his head, his eyes trembling: "It's...beautiful..."

"I drew it." Olivan got up, "Neo, I advise you not to encourage David to sell it."

Neo heheed twice, "How is it possible...David is also reluctant..."

It was only then that Elvis realized that the person in the painting was the man who was sitting on the sofa with the teacher just now.

All of a sudden, my eyes hurt.

"Teacher... I'm leaving first! I still need to modify my drawing!"

The young man hastily packed up his things and left.

David walks out the door and takes the painting from Neo.

"This is my thing, get rid of it, don't take it out to dry!"

Neo turned and leaned against the fence: "I did it to stabilize your position."

"What is my status?" David glanced at him, and saw that Oliwen downstairs had already frowned, as if he was about to get angry.

"That little guy rolled across the carpet with your Oliver before Christmas." Neo dropped this sentence coldly, and went back to the house and locked the door.

David's hands were stiff, but he rolled up the painting and stuffed it into the painting bucket.

"At that time, you left me." Olivan said to him downstairs.

In fact, seeing Elvis' eyes, David knew his feelings for Olivier.

"There are so many students who are related to you, I can't care about them one by one." David was not angry. The relationship between him and Oliwen has actually been maintained long enough. For an artist who is constantly looking for inspiration Said that David even feels lucky that he seems to still have him until now.

Oliwen walked up the stairs, trying to say: "There are many women who have relationships with you, and I can't care about it."

"What—" David was angry.

"The best way is to get it back on the bed." Olivan carried David into the bedroom, and the result after that can be imagined.

The next day, David babbled out of bed, put on his suit, and packed his luggage.

Oliwen lay sideways on the bed and looked at him: "Where are you going?"

"Boston," David glared at him, "there's a bottle designer living there, and we've made an appointment to discuss the shape of the 'Ruby' bottle for next year."

"Yeah." Olivan nodded, "I'll accompany you."

David paused, and said helplessly: "This is the United States, not the United Kingdom. Your grandfather will not come all the way to kidnap me. And he just wants you to appear at his birthday party."

"I'll accompany you. I booked a ticket on the same flight as you yesterday."

However, a phone call half an hour later forced them to stay in New York.

A collector bought "House and Tree Shadow" created by Uris in his later years and was identified as a forgery.And there is another washed-out painting at the very bottom of the paint.The connoisseur preliminarily identified the washed-out painting as Olivan's handwriting based on the brushstrokes.

Although it is not surprising that well-known painters copy other people's paintings, in this legal society, it constitutes a series of problems.In addition, Oliwen's talent and sharpness are also envied by many people. Even if he has reached the level of a great god, it will have a considerable impact on his reputation and integrity.