Dangerous Aesthetics

Because without this box, the Fan Ximin family would no longer have a foothold.

But even if David was willing to reach out and hand him the box, Perros couldn't reach it.

At this moment, Anthony's heart was about to jump out. Although he knew that all plans could not be perfect, and all goals could not come true, but his bottom line was that nothing happened to David!

If Peros goes crazy like this again, once Olivan lets go, David will fall.

Oliwen's facial features, which had rarely shown emotion, trembled and twisted, and the veins on his arms popped.

"Hold on to me... David!"

His eyes were sore, and David, who was gritting his teeth, felt Olivan's force to crush him.

For the first time, David was extremely sure that Olivan had only him in his eyes at this moment.

With little thought, Anthony raised his gun and slammed Perros in the back of the head.

At the same moment, Lydia and other bodyguards also shot, and Peros' blood spattered everywhere.

David threw his head back, watching in shock as he fell, brushed past him, and hit the ground with a thud.

The red liquid seeped into the grass, and David closed his eyes. What he was most worried about at the moment was Olivan's right hand.

Lydia and the others stepped forward and dragged David and Oliwen up.

Anthony let out a breath when he saw that David was dragged up safely.

Raymond is still his hostage. Although the plan is completely beyond his imagination, he still has the bargaining chip to withdraw.

"Old friend, the farce is over, I think it's time for me to exit." Anthony led Raymond back slowly, his gun against Raymond's head without trembling.

"You have a certain amount of advance and retreat, but it's a pity that Peros is not a good partner." Raymond endured his shoulder injury and said.

The moment David was pulled up, Oliwen hugged him, "It's a good thing you're okay...it's a good thing you're okay..."

"Let me see your hand!" David held Olivan's right hand in front of him. The depth of the wound on the palm is likely to damage the nerve.David opened his mouth, heartbroken beyond measure.

"It's okay...it's just a hand..." Olivan's tone was indifferent, as if his artistic life was not worth mentioning compared with David.

David leaned on Olivan's shoulder. At that moment, he realized that he was not only far away from the height where Olivan was standing, but also pulled him down from there... the fall was extremely violent.

"It's okay, David!" Olivan put his left hand on his shoulder, "Trust me!"

"I believe you." David stood up, "So we must go to the hospital right now!"

At this moment, Anthony took Raymond into the car, Mi Gao drove the car and sped out, followed by Lydia.

"Old man, that shot didn't really kill you?" Anthony asked with a smile.

"Maybe, I'm old, and I haven't shed so much blood for a long time." Raymond smiled helplessly.

"You can't die, Lydia thinks I'm not pleasing to the eyes, if she really inherits the Waleran family, I will have a bad life." Anthony took out a handkerchief to cover Raymond's wound.

"I know you are interested in David, but I didn't think you were really tempted." Raymond shook his head, "Oh, no...it should be my old eyesight. At the wedding anniversary dinner of the Duke and his wife, you kept When I stared at him, I should have understood."

"Hmm, so I'm robbing your grandson for a man."

"But you should understand that David likes Olivan, no matter what happens, he will not leave him." Raymond lowered his voice, "And I am willing to do anything to ensure Olivan's happiness, So Anthony, I advise you to let go."

"Raymond... a lot of times we can't just let go when we say let go, and it may take a lifetime to do this." Anthony took out his phone and handed it to Raymond, "Tell Lydia for me to stop chasing her. "

"Then Anthony, please also tell me, how should I treat you? An enemy who deliberately wants to blow me up? A fool who intends to let me go when he has the opportunity to kill me?" Raymond took the phone But did not make a call.

The corners of Anthony's mouth pulled out a helpless arc, and when he nodded, his blond hair fell down, covering his sad eyes.

"Then please... treat me as a man who is blinded by love."

In their world, there are no absolute friends and no permanent enemies.

"Yes, but your profit in the UK must be reduced by [-]%. This request is not too much. You must know that all of Oliwen's works that I have collected for so many years have been destroyed."

Smiling, Anthony shook hands with Raymond, "Yes, deal."

David accompanied Olivan to the hospital. According to the doctor's examination, the injury on Olivan's palm has been properly treated, and the problem is not too serious. However, some very delicate things, such as painting, may not be possible. It's the same as before.

This news spread out inadvertently, not only the United Kingdom, but American newspapers also published the news one after another.Kane suffered a serious injury to his right hand and is likely to never be able to hold a pen again.

In less than a week, the prices of Oliwen's paintings continued to rise, and major collectors wanted to buy an Oliwen painting even if their pockets were empty.

In the hospital, Olivan reads the newspaper, next to Lydia sitting there peeling an apple.

He had just had an operation on his hand, and the doctor meant to keep him in the hospital for observation to prevent wound infection.Coupled with the fact that it is the hand of a great painter, the hospital is even more concerned. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would have gone home to raise it.

"I really don't know what grandpa is thinking! He even cooperates with that lunatic Anthony! Isn't grandpa afraid that that guy Anthony will bite us back!" Lydia kept chanting, "By the way, that one section Le's ribs, did you give them back to your friend who had cancer?"

Olivier nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Weinman sent this rib to the University of Freiburg, and their DNA comparison proved that this rib indeed belonged to Schiller."

"Oh..." Lydia shrugged her shoulders, "Then Goethe really makes people feel creepy, and he has Schiller's ribs all the time... But Olivan, you really made money. Other painters are posthumous works The price has only risen to sky-high prices, you just hurt your right hand, and your paintings are even more exaggerated than the rise of Wall Street stocks!"

Oliwen just looked at the newspaper quietly and didn't respond to her again.

His right hand can hold the edge of the newspaper, but it needs to be reconstructed to do very hard work.

"By the way, where's that guy David? Why haven't you seen him?" Lydia cut the peeled apple into pieces, and then directly stuffed it into her mouth with a fruit knife.

Oliwen sighed. He knew that because of his injury, David was very guilty, and he didn't know how to deal with Olivan's injured right hand. For a painter, it was a fatal injury.

David stood outside the door of the ward, leaning against the wall.

He is no longer a child, so naturally he will not choose to escape because of guilt.He was just sorting out his thoughts, how he should stand in front of Oliwen again.

After many nights, Oliwen, who was sitting on the hospital bed and refused to turn off the lights, became a little impatient.

He is willing to give David time to adjust his mood, but it has been almost a week since he returned to New York. He has seen the annoying Neo and the lovely Diana, but the person he most wants to see has not come for a long time.

Olivan has always been very patient, but this does not mean that he will tolerate David always wandering out of his sight.

Until dawn, Oliwen still didn't fall asleep, he was ready to get up and arrest people.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, long and deep, and each step seemed to step on the drumbeat of the heartbeat.

Olivan sat back on the bed and pursed his lips.

The moment the door opened, Olivan froze.

The oncoming man was clean and handsome, with soft golden-brown hair flowing with his steps.He walked like this, and walked into Oliwen's sight, as if he was flipping a lighted match in the dark, making people startled and worried that he would suddenly disappear.

And in his hand, he held a large bouquet of red carnations, which instantly set Oliwen's eyes on fire.

He slowly sat down beside Oliwen, and handed the bouquet of flowers in Oliwen's arms. Only then did Oliwen realize that those flowers were all made of red paper.

"I didn't expect you to learn so quickly. I just folded one for you, but you made such a big bunch." Olivan laughed, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows made people's heart flutter.

"Olivan..." David paused, "Your evaluation of me before was not wrong at all. I am indeed just a person with a glamorous appearance, which does not conform to your aesthetics at all. I am working hard towards you Climb to the heights, want to do the same thing with you, share the same pain for you, but the end is... hurt you..."

Olivan looked at David silently, waiting for him to finish all his words.

"With time, this pretty good skin will lose its luster... So I want to ask you, is this me really what you want?"

Olivan slowly pursed the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowed as if he had reached the end of time.

"David...you and I, not Rimbaud and Willlan, Tchaikovsky and Bob, or Wilde and Percy...we're just David and Olivier. I never thought of you as Miu Si, although I see countless colors in your eyes that I want to describe but cannot put on the canvas..." Olivier took David's hand and placed it in his injured palm, "I never thought Never pursue any illusory things in you, because you gave me far more than you imagined."

David wanted to squeeze Olivan's hand tightly, but was afraid that too much force would hurt him.

"David, did you know that God made Eve out of Adam's rib?"

"I know."

"Then I think you understand... why did Goethe carry Schiller's ribs at the last moment?"

David lowered his head, but Olivan put away his palms.David didn't understand why he was holding himself so hard even though he was already injured.

"Are you trying to say, I'm your rib?" David raised his eyes and asked half-jokingly.

But what he saw was Oliwen's serious expression that made time stand still.

"No, David...you are my everything."

At that moment, David understood that nothing could make him withdraw his hand from Olivier's.

end

After 62 years, New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art welcomes a very important group of paintings.

The curator himself hung them on the wall, and the whole process seemed to be very careful.

"Oh my god... I really didn't expect Olivan? Kane's works will hang in our museum." The curator looked at the works with an admiring expression, "They are all Olivan's pinnacle works , after he injured his right hand at the age of 32, he painted with his left hand... and all of them are not for sale."

The assistant on the side also stared at those paintings.

"It's just...they all have the same name."

"Did you mean "David"?" The curator showed a smile, "People in the art world know the great painter who has always been serious but rarely appears in public, and the brewer who is obsessed with the luxury red wine 'Ruby'. His name is David Hovland."

"But... like a red carnation, unrestrained like a flame, yet exuding deep affection... and the fountain on the square, and this scene of grape arbors and green fields are all called "David"? There is not a single figure on the map at all!" The female assistant was admiring the exquisite painting skills and the graceful composition, but she was also curious about the origin of the names of these works, and the curator smiled, "Maybe there are some things that only the great painters know. Well, we have no way of prying into the answer."

When the last sketch was hung on the wall, the female assistant opened her eyes wide, "This is... the only sketch that Olivan? Kane had in his life?"

"It's beautiful, isn't it? Some people say that this painting has both the mystery of "Mona Lisa" and the depth of "Girl with a Pearl Earring". He is David Hovland, and he occupies all of Olivier's eyes. people."

"I'm afraid it's Oliwen's emotion that portrays the person in the painting so charmingly..." the female assistant sighed.

"No. It should be said that only Olivan Kane's brushstrokes can leave his charm on paper." An old man raised his head and looked at the painting. At the end of his eyes, there was infinite yearning and longing .

The female assistant looked at the curator: "Who is this gentleman? He was able to come in during non-exhibition hours of the museum..."

"He is the donor of this sketch and the Italian agent of 'Ruby', Mr. Donner."

In the quiet museum, Anthony turned around indifferently, walked towards the door, and blended into the crowd.

When time faded everything, David in the museum was still smiling, just like the moment when Anthony saw him lying on the bookshelf many, many years ago.

The author has something to say: I wish you all a happy Valentine’s Day. I specially present the final chapter on this day~ Thank you for accompanying me all the way to finish this article. I will definitely take your encouragement and support to my heart.Although I don't have time to reply to everyone's messages one by one due to work reasons, but please believe me, I have read everyone's messages carefully.

Thank you for your love for David. After all, this small shou is different from what I wrote before. This is the first time I write a vase shou. I hope you like David.

After that, I will update two episodes. The first episode is for Anthony. He has liked our David for so long. I will give him some spiritual comfort.The second episode is some small details of Oliwen and David's later life, which is guaranteed to be very sweet.

Finally, thank you again~