Dangerous Aesthetics

Prison life is not generally boring but very boring.

In addition to looking up at the blue sky, Anthony occasionally fantasized that an angel with white wings descended from the sky with an oracle.Then Anthony would strangle him at a speed so fast that even the gods could not react, broke off his wings, and watched his blood stain all the holiness in this world.

At the time of the release, the numb prisoners enjoyed a week of rare sunlight and musty-free air.

There are often some passionate scenes, after all, in this place where even the air smells of male hormones, everyone is looking for the outlet of desire.

Occasionally there will be some small commotions, and the prison guards will rush over with batons, and every blow is full of vigor, and they will not stop until they beat you to hell.

"Master, smoke." Mi Gao handed a good cigar to Anthony, who was actually in a daze with a smile on his face.

In this world, cigarettes are sharper bills than dollars.

After taking a puff, Anthony still said with mixed feelings: "Migao...it's so boring here...why didn't Solomon send someone to kill me?"

"I heard that there will be new prison guards coming the day after tomorrow, maybe they are from Solomon." Mi Gao replied, even though he knew that Anthony was full of bad things, his favorite thing was to stir up disputes in the prison, and then stood aside and watched the show.

But what Mi Gao didn't expect was that the new prison guard has nothing to do with Solomon, on the contrary, he has a face that makes people want to move.The already numb air in the prison suddenly fluctuated.

When the lights were turned off, Mark led the prison guard named David to inspect the cells on the fourth floor.

When he walked slowly through the door, Anthony, who was used to the darkness, felt dazzled for the first time.

With a devastating beauty, Anthony seems to have seen the picture of the sun and the ocean reflecting each other.

"Are you really a prison guard?" Anthony asked, but the other party just paused but left without saying anything.

In the darkness, he flashed a smile.

Fool, you shouldn't be wearing a prison guard's uniform, it can't protect you, it just makes people want to tear everything away from you.

"Too beautiful prison guard, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble." Mi Gao whispered while lying on the bed.

Anthony also lay down, leaning on his arm, looking at the upper bunk Mi Gao was lying on, "Mi Gao, 'beautiful' and 'beautiful' are two different things. You can praise him for being beautiful, but don't use words to describe women. 'Beautiful' to describe him."

Mi Gao hummed, and asked again after a few seconds: "Master... I still can't understand the difference between those two words."

However, Michael was right when he said that David would cause a lot of trouble. Mark, who was on duty with David within two days, was very busy.One night the rookie went to bother Jeremy and his concubine, and was nearly pinned to a railing and fucked.However, the rookie's performance was unexpectedly brave. Jeremy's concubine was poked and blinded, and Jeremy was beaten up.

But what Mi Gao couldn't bear the most was that Anthony yearned to say that he really envied Jeremy who could touch David's ass, why didn't he see Jeremy being beaten badly!

The opportunity to enter the library once a week was actually obtained by Anthony giving the warden hundreds of thousands of dollars.He has no interest in the collection of books in that library, not only the books are dilapidated, but also have a musty smell.The only good thing is that it is quiet, without those sounds that seem to echo in hell.

Anthony put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked around the rows of bookshelves.

The moment he raised his head inadvertently, he stopped his breathing.

David sat on the ladder, fell asleep with his hands on top of the bookshelf, his head on his side.Anthony could clearly distinguish his eyelashes, his nasal bone, even his breath drawing curves in the air.

One of his legs hangs naturally, like an unspoken invitation.

It was the first time that Anthony looked up in one direction for so long.

The thin and bright sunlight filtered through the window and fell on David's head, leaving a soft halo.

"I want to pull you down and see you fall into the darkness...whether you can still have such bright colors." Anthony said softly, but the other party seemed to have heard nothing quietly.

David's brows trembled, like a row of seagulls flying across the sea, Anthony's heart beat wildly as if countless wings were waving.He took a deep breath and smiled helplessly.

I have a feeling that I want to touch you, you understand?

So, on the playground a few days later, Anthony just said a few words and caused a dispute. When the two groups started to fight, Anthony came not far away, smoking the cigarettes offered by Mi Gao, watching Prison guards not far away rushed over brandishing batons.

And of course David from behind him.

Mark had already rushed up, and the moment David ran past Anthony, Anthony pulled him over and pressed him hard on the gravel.

The kisses were manic, each touch so hard it felt like it was going to penetrate his skin and into his blood.

I can always see the wings on your back, but I can't tell the direction you want to fly.

So I want to tear off your wings and imprison you in my arms, even if I will be stained red by your blood...

The more David struggled to get up, the harder Anthony suppressed. If kissing could also express possession, Anthony just wanted to swallow the man under him in one gulp.

Seeing that he was like a trapped animal, wanting to leave him even if he was running rampant and dripping with blood, Anthony's heart softened again.

I never thought of hurting you...why did you leave me so eagerly?

It was at that moment of hesitation that David successfully pushed him away, picking up the baton and was about to smash it down.

After Anthony dodged, David waved his baton angrily, as if he would not give up until he was beaten into mud.

His heart ached slightly, this feeling... Anthony hadn't felt it for a long time.

I want to take you away, David.

On the night of leaving the prison, Anthony did not put on the prison guard's clothes and use the warden's magnetic card to leave as originally planned. Instead, he used that magnetic card to come to the warden's office.

"Anthony...Anthony...why are you here?" The warden looked surprised, and just as he was about to take out the gun from the drawer after realizing something, Anthony's muzzle had already reached between his eyebrows.

"Dear Mr. Warden, would you like to accompany me to invite dear David to dinner?" Anthony turned his head away, and the moonlight streamed over his brows and eyes, looking mysterious and profound.

"I...I would like...don't shoot..." The warden almost fell to the ground when he pushed his chair away and stood up.

You greedy guy who is afraid of death, you should do something for me after taking so much money from me.

Anthony glanced at Mi Gao: "Remember to prepare the best food, I don't want David to have any bad impression of me."

"Master, this is a prison, do you still want the 1982 red wine?" Mi Gao asked with a very serious expression.

Anthony looked up, "Ah... ah... I still want to have a romantic dinner... find some candles..."

Mi Gao said seriously again: "According to my observation, your David is not interested in this kind of romance."

"If you talk so much nonsense, I will order you to kiss the warden!" Anthony shot the warden's head with the muzzle of a gun, and the warden was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

"Then I'd better prepare dinner." Mi Gao resigned and turned around.

Anthony had countless fantasies about this dinner, although he didn't want to tell anyone about his idiotic feelings, even the maid he had a crush on at the age of 12 was not so careful.

As David stood at the table of French dishes, Anthony hoped that he would smile and show surprise at his elaborate dinner.

Then, they can sit face to face.Anthony wanted to look at him and talk to him in this soft candlelight.Those bloody topics, those wars of money and interests have nothing to do with tonight.

I saw David reading books about art in the library that day. For some reason, Anthony felt that while holding the book, he showed a comfortable expression, and at the same time, he was smiling gently... like a peaceful landscape, I'm even afraid to touch it with my hands and scratch it.

But from the beginning to the end, David's expression was full of guard.No matter Anthony carefully opened the seat for him or poured red wine for him, he just said coldly: "I hate French food."

Anthony was stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that he would face such a straightforward rejection, he couldn't even make a helpless expression, he could only slowly cut the steak in front of him, pretending to be graceful.

On this day, he met Oliwen?Kane.

It was a stern and rational man with sharp eyes. When he pointed a gun at Anthony, his slender fingers did not tremble at all.

If he hadn't met David, Anthony might have been more interested in a man like Olivan, who sliced ​​through the air with a sharp blade, but calmly retracted it freely.

He was the one who gave Anthony a choice for the first time: put David down and hand over the key, or stand deadlocked until the bomb went off.

Anthony also smiled back and gave his opponent a choice: David, or the key to the Tsar's egg.

Olivan surprised Anthony once again, and there was no wave in his expression: Either hand over the key to the easter egg with David, or blow up to death together.

Both jade and stone were destroyed, and Oliwen did not leave himself any escape route, without any compromise.

It was this determination that made Anthony have no choice but to let David go.

The compromise this time allowed Anthony to make countless concessions in subsequent confrontations with Olivier.Because he was completely seen through by Oliwen.

He wanted to have David, the whole David.

On the "Blue Diamond", in the castle of Bordeaux, in Moscow... Anthony found himself as if he had stepped into a maze of dominoes. He approached David countless times, and then... let him go countless times.

The last time, at Walren's house, Perros pressed the explosion button, and the moment the ground collapsed, no matter how much Anthony wanted to rush forward, it was Olivan who grabbed David.

Anthony suddenly understood that his loss to Olivan was not just about time, but also the determination to never let go even if he and David were destroyed at the same time.

Compared with Anthony, Olivier?Kane is the real madman.

And that time, Anthony finally knew David's direction.

The reason why he is so bright is because he keeps flying to the high place, and the one standing on the high place is Oliwen?Kane.

It seemed that he suddenly understood that no matter how much he wanted to drag David from the clouds into his own world, what he was really attached to was David who yearned for the sky.

One day, a long, long time later, Anthony sent someone to steal the sketch from Olivier's hand.

It was a sunny afternoon, and he received a call from David.

"Did you take that sketch?"

There was no anger in his voice, it was as calm as greeting an old friend.

"It's me." Anthony said softly.

"Then keep it for me. It's the only sketch that Oliwen has preserved. It will be worth a fortune in the future."

Anthony didn't need to see his face to imagine the smile on his lips.

"Okay." Anthony nodded, his mood suddenly brightened, and it seemed that only this time he had the feeling of communication with David in countless conversations.

The moment he hung up the phone, Anthony couldn't help asking, "David..."

"Huh?" The other party murmured softly.

"Have you ever had a heartbeat for me?" After Anthony asked this sentence, his heart beat wildly.

"...Yes. When you thought I was shot, you carried me and ran on the square of the Winter Palace."

David's voice was smiling, echoing in the flowing time.

Anthony closed his eyes, as if he had been waiting for that word all his life.

Extra Charm

There is a coffee shop on the corner of Queen Street.

By the floor-to-ceiling windows, a man was sitting.He picked up the coffee cup and sipped it lightly, with a demeanor that made people think.

A few fashionable young girls passed by the window and couldn't help but look at him more.

The man nodded slightly towards them with a smile, and a blush immediately appeared on the girl's face.

At this time, opposite the man, a neatly dressed woman sat down and said in a half-joking tone, "You're still so eye-catching."

The man smiled slightly and called the waiter, "A glass of Blue Mountain, no sugar, half a spoonful of milk."

The woman's smile grew wider, "You even remember every female friend's preferences clearly."

"You are not an ordinary woman, Olia..." The man propped his chin with one hand, with a lazy look in his eyes, "You are the editor-in-chief of "Alice", the object of all wine merchants' fawning."

"David, what if I'm not the editor-in-chief of "Alice"?" Olia blinked, "Will you pursue me?"

"Of course." David nodded.

Olia smiled slightly, "This sentence should be added with a suffix, that is, 'If you don't know Olivan'."

David showed a helpless expression, "Why did you mention that man? It's really meaningless."

"Everyone knows now," Olia raised her eyebrows, "wherever David Hovland, the brewer of 'Ruby', appears, there must be Olivier Kane. Thanks to you, now No matter where the wine festival is held, it will be sponsored by many collectors, and they just want to take advantage of you to take a look at that great painter who rarely appears in public and has a very mysterious temperament."

"Feels like he stole Ruby's thunder." David shook his head.

"And what about the wine tasting in Madrid next week? Aren't you going to tell him that you're going to attend?" Olia asked amusedly.

"Occasionally I want some time for myself." David winked.

"You're a bad man, David." Olia sighed.

"What's wrong with me?" David showed a naive expression of thinking. He is obviously a good father who takes good care of his daughter, and a good husband who devotes himself to the career left by his wife...

"The bad thing about you is that you chose Olivan, which broke the hearts of women all over the world." Olia tapped the tip of David's nose with her finger, and pushed the invitation for the judging meeting in front of David, "Don't Let him see it."

David accepted the invitation, opened the door of the coffee shop for Olia in a very gentlemanly manner, and watched her leave.

When he got home, David walked up to the third floor, knowing that Olivier must still be in the studio.

Seven years ago, Olivan caused an uproar in the art world when he injured his right hand.The value of all his paintings has skyrocketed, and in order to recover his right hand, Oliwen has not produced any works for two years, which also makes many connoisseurs lament the fall of this superstar.

In the past two years, David has almost let go of everything in his hands, even "Ruby" has been completely handed over to Cole's management, and he concentrates on being by Olivan's side.

Massage his fingers and palms every night. When he sits in front of the canvas to practice painting, David is not as impatient as before. He can sit next to Olivan for days at a time.

Oliwen's pen tip was always trembling, unable to draw smooth lines on the canvas.But he picked up the brush again and again, and patiently painted on the canvas over and over again.

At the beginning, David would help him pick up the pens that fell on the ground, and hand wash the pen holders for him, but after nearly a few months, the lines drawn by Olivan on the paper were not as natural and free as before, and David looked down. head, tears fell.

Olivan turned sideways and cupped his chin with his left hand.

His gaze remained the same, without anxiety or helplessness, but with a distressed tone: "What's the matter, David?"

"It's me...if it wasn't for holding me back...you must have drawn a lot by now."

"But I am enjoying the present very much. You put everything aside to stay by my side, and I finally become the only one in your world." Olivan said softly, "I am happier than ever before."

"Are you mocking me?" David frowned, and Oliwen's kiss fell, smoothing away those tangled marks.

"Of course not. Now I hope that my right hand will never get better, and you will always stay by my side like this."

"You really are crazy."

Two years passed quickly, and David accompanied Oliwen to see countless doctors. Almost as long as Olivan went for reconstruction, David would definitely accompany him, and even went to a professional masseur There to learn how.

Every night when David was concentrating on massaging Olivan, the other party would sit there quietly and look at David at first, and within a few minutes, he would lower his head and kiss David's side face.

"Don't make trouble." David would turn his head away, but the other's lips followed closely to his earlobe.

"Olivan, I have learned it very hard!" David was about to raise his head to ask the other party to respect his labor, but his lips were captured. Olivan's kisses were always warm at the beginning, with a sense of guidance. Once he let go of his guard, He will drive straight into the storm like a storm.

"Uh...uh..." David sometimes really doesn't understand why Olivan's fingers are not very flexible when he is painting, but when he is pressing himself down, the fingers of his right hand are always so strong?

"Let go! I'll tell you that I'm going to attend Diana's entrance ceremony tomorrow!" David tried to get up, but his hands were pressed on both sides of his head, and Olivan was firmly pressed there, regardless of his left or right hand.

Olivan kissed David's shoulder through his shirt a little arrogantly. David twisted and suddenly realized: "You bastard! Your right hand is already healed, right!"

Olivan hung his head, and the corner of his mouth was a mature smile that made David jealous.

Knowing that he had been deceived, David struggled even harder, but in the end Olivan did whatever he wanted.

At noon of the next day, when David slowly came to the door of the studio, he found that Oliwen was holding the paintbrush with his left hand, drawing on the canvas, and holding the paint tray in his right hand, swaying gently with the brush.

"Is your right hand... not okay?" David asked softly, leaning against the door.

Olivier smiled, "I exchange the power of holding the pen for the power of grabbing you. This is a very good exchange."

After that, Olivan began to exercise his left hand ability. Five years later, his carnation named "David" became famous at the French Art Exhibition. The critics lamented that the painting was full of romance. The feelings of doctrine, obviously using the left hand, but showing a technique that is not inferior to the right hand, the combination of strong colors and the background, the passion that has settled in the hustle and bustle.

David stood in front of the painting and looked up for a long time.

Just like many years ago, he saw Olivan's "Far Window" for the first time in the Museum of Modern Art in New York.

"Why is it called 'David'?"

Oliwen stayed by David's side, reached out and hooked his finger, "Because that is the carnation I gave you."

Today, seven years later, David came to Olivan's studio again, and the other party's paintbrush deftly moved on the canvas.

"Did you have a good chat with Olia?" Olivan asked softly when he heard David's footsteps.

"It's okay." David came behind him and saw the square on the canvas and the endless fountain in the distance. They used to ride bicycles in this square, and David once said to Olivier here However, I hope that his eyes can have a wider view, but David has never thought about it, and the words Olivan said to him have been remembered to this day.

"Did she invite you to some wine merchant's party?" Olivan raised his head and just kissed David's chin.

"Yes, unfortunately, I happened to be going to Boston to visit Mrs. Linda at that time. She was hospitalized due to diabetes." David turned sideways, lowered his head, and lightly touched the back of Olivan's right hand holding the paint tray with his lips.

"Hmm." Olivan's body trembled, but he tried his best to keep his right hand steady, as if he was afraid that the paint would rub against David's face.

David slowly raised his head and smiled mischievously at Olivan.

That night, he was treated badly by Olivan. No matter how much he begged for mercy, the other party was so firm and stubborn that he possessed him over and over again.Even the wedding anniversary dinner of a certain business celebrity the next night could not be attended.

A few days later, David packed his luggage, went to Boston to visit Mrs. Linda, and then flew to Madrid, Spain, to participate in the wine tasting.

At this time, "Ruby" is already one of the world's famous luxury red wines.In addition, a month ago, five bottles of red wine with labels drawn by Oliwen began to go on sale, becoming the target of many red wine and art collectors vying to buy.

As soon as David appeared at the tasting, he attracted more attention than red wine.

Holding the wine glass gracefully, talking politely with the celebrities present, even a nod of the head and a smile, attracted many people to follow his mind.

Ou Liya walked towards him slowly, opened her arms and gave him a hug, then looked behind him, and said with a smile: "It seems that you really got rid of the great painter."

Under Olia's introduction, David met several well-known art collectors.They were obviously regretting not seeing Olivan, but David managed to divert their attention to other topics and gain their favor.

A fashion model who had been watching David not far away finally found a chance to get close to David when the collectors were scattered.She arrived slowly and chatted with David.

It's been a long time since I enjoyed warm and soft words, and David was unusually patient with her.

Gradually, they broke away from the dinner party and came to the terrace.

"Mr. Hovland, you are really charming. Few men have the same appearance, wealth and style as you." The model named Garbo reached out and hooked the wine glass in David's hand, and sent it to herself lips, a silent invitation.

"Not only that, my red wine is also top-notch." David nodded, and the charm between his eyebrows and eyes made the other party lose his mind.

Garbo's leg protruded from the hem of her skirt, and her calf climbed onto David's side knee.

The palm was along the opponent's calf, slowly upwards, David turned his face sideways, and was about to kiss the opponent's lips through the red wine glass.

At this moment, a powerful hand covered his palm, forcing him to leave Garbo's silky skin.

David was burning with anger in his heart, which incomprehensible guy came here and spoiled his good deed!

Looking up, he froze.

"O...Olivan..." Why did he come here?

He pulled David over, and before he could react, he bumped into his chest. The red wine glass almost fell, but was caught neatly by the other party.

Garbo also showed a surprised expression at the sudden accident.

"David..."

David struggled to leave Olivan's arms, but the other party pressed his back even harder.

It's so embarrassing that I'm stuck in your arms like a woman!

David simply put his hands on Olivan's chest and tried to break free from the other's shackles, but the other party's cold snort came from above his head.

"Miss, I'm sorry to disturb your pleasure with Mr. Hovland, but I have more important things to talk to him about." Olivan bowed, his cold eyes made Garbo feel like he was in hell.

"...Then I'll..." Turning around, almost without thinking, Jiabao turned around and ran away.

"What are you doing!" David was still hugged tightly by Olivan.

"I should have asked 'what are you doing'." Olivan turned his face sideways, "You didn't tell me that after visiting Mrs. Linda, you would leave the border of the United States and come to Spain."

"...Am I a child? I have to tell you where to go?" David stopped struggling and let Olivan restrain him like this, but there was an angry look in his eyes.

There was a teasing smile on the corner of Oliwen's mouth, but there was a hint of sullenness in his eyes, "What if I didn't come? What would happen to you and that woman who fits your vulgar aesthetics just now?"

"What can happen? Don't you just have a boo?" David raised his neck, "Who stipulated that I can only have a boo with you in this life?"

"Me!" After Olivan finished speaking, he suddenly lifted David up.

"What are you doing! You bastard!" David was so angry that his hair stood on end. Olivan opened the door to the lounge next to him, threw David on the ground, and locked the door with a bang.

The bones that David fell were about to fall apart, and he finally sat up, but Oliwen pulled a chair in front of David unhurriedly, and then sat down.

He crossed his legs and placed his hands naturally on his knees.

"David, I think there are some things I want to clarify with you." Olivan lowered his eyes. Usually this is a gentle gesture, but at this moment it is full of oppression, "Your behavior just now is called 'cheating'."

"Cheated? What cheated?" David snorted funny, patted his buttocks and stood up. Just as he was about to walk past Oliwen, the other party grabbed his arm.

"David."

"Don't call me by my name casually! Olivan, since I'm with you, my world has become inexplicably narrower! No matter what wine tasting or high-society dinner I attend, you have to come with me! Actually You don't like this kind of scene where a group of rich people are hypocritically flattering each other, don't you just want to watch me?" David was anxious, but couldn't take his hand back.

"Of course I want to keep an eye on you. At the Wine Festival in Venice last month, Anthony Downer nearly pinned you to the bed." Mentioning that guy, Olivan's expression finally rose and fell.

"Anthony! That guy is my agent in Italy!" David looked up at the sky, "And besides shaking hands... at most, a kiss on the face, what else can he do out of the ordinary!"

Although he had done it... But since the bombing at Waleran's house, Anthony has been a lot more honest.

"...Okay, so what about today? Today you are 'very interested' in that woman." Olivan's fingers were even harder, strangling David's arm sorely, but he couldn't pull it back.

"God, I wanted to kiss her... but I didn't want to sleep with her! Just like you sometimes admire boys who fit your aesthetics... don't you want to..."

"What do you want? You are the only person I want to kiss, caress, and possess, and you are the only person I look at, and you are the only object of my sexual fantasies." The word Oliwen One sentence.

David lowered his head and unnaturally saw the scar on Olivan's hand, his heart trembled slightly, and the words overflowed from his lips before he could think about it, "I love, and only you... ..."

In an instant, Olivan hugged him, kissed him strongly and without any room for rejection, and David was once again brought into that crazy vortex by him.

At twelve midnight, the dinner party is coming to an end.

Olia smiled and knocked on the door of the lounge.

"Dear Mr. Olivan Kane, you have to leave this room in half an hour."

The door opened slowly, and Olia saw the great painter in suit pants and shirt.And behind him was David who was lying on the sofa in messy clothes and fell asleep. Olivan's suit jacket just covered his waist, just covering the part that attracted people's reverie.

Oliwen still looked indifferent and sharp, with a sense of distance that made people look up, but at this time a smile appeared on his lips.

"Thank you, Oreya."

"You're welcome." Olia raised her eyebrows, "After all, many sponsors want to meet you. But...you didn't tell David that your right hand is completely healed?"

"No need," Olivan smiled faintly, and the air froze. "My left hand can hold the paintbrush, but I only want to use my right hand to hold him."

You have such a beautiful charm, so I am always uneasy, afraid that you will leave my world.

The author has something to say: In this way, both the main text and the side story are over, and I will take a good rest for a while.Life is still full of unknowns and pressures. If possible, I hope you and I can meet again.It has been almost 2007 years since I first wrote DM in 5.In my opinion, these five years are really short, as if they passed in an instant.But in fact it is very long, because there are not so many five years in life.I was originally a sentimental girl, and my mind was full of romantic fantasies. I always wanted to write it somewhere and show it to everyone. Fortunately, I did it, and I never gave up. Well done.As I get older, I really want to shut myself in the ivory tower and just keep fantasizing and doing what I want to do, even my mother said "You think you can always be a little princess?"But the world does not depend on my life. I want to step out of society, face the pressure of work and future, worry about not having a boyfriend, and fear that the person I like will die because of my little hobby. Misunderstanding... Every time I write an article, I know that I am getting closer and closer to the end, and one day I will forget the passion of writing just like I am no longer crazy about comics.In fact, it’s a bit regretful. After writing for so long, I have never been as popular as other Internet gods. Maybe I still lack a little talent for entanglement. I always want to end everything perfectly without too many twists and turns, just like I expected life is the same.Countless times I really made up my mind to seal my pen, and then wrote it again and again.But I know that the reality does not recognize my little hobby, it can't be put in the sun, so I will end one day.Maybe this year, maybe next year.Thinking of this, I actually want to cry countless times.I am already 25 years old, I believe that many former DM gods also closed their pens at this age.So one day when it's my turn, I hope dear you can support me, and then even if one day you don't watch DM anymore, you will still think of me occasionally. to be or not to be, never bea question, just the matter of time.