Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 47

Oliwen turned on the cold water, picked it up and splashed it on his face, then leaned on the edge of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

Suddenly, he turned around, turned off the hot water in the bathroom, opened the water plug, and watched the water spin and disappear.

At this time, the bathroom door opened.

Olivier turned around suddenly and saw Neo.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Neo laughed, "You don't think David is back, do you?"

Olivier remained silent.

"Are you going to send the pretty kid downstairs to take a bath in David's room?"

As if stimulated, Oliwen looked sideways and said word by word: "This entire villa is mine, so this room is also mine, not David's."

"Okay, okay." Neo shook his hands, as if he didn't dare to provoke him, "I heard your tone as if you were going to kick me out..."

Before reaching the door, Neo stopped in his tracks, "Why do I feel that your taste has changed recently? You used to like the type that looks very masculine, which makes you feel more conquered... But the kind of beautiful boy downstairs..."

"I love anything that has an aesthetic, regardless of the type of aesthetic."

Olivan walked straight out of the bathroom, ignoring Neo's probing eyes.

"Well, no matter what kind of person you like, please don't make it so loud..." Neo touched his ears, looked around, and saw the bed, "I miss that guy eating junk food in bed It looks like..."

Before the Christmas holidays, someone rang the doorbell of the villa.

Neo lazily opened the door, and the postman stood outside.

"This is Mr. Olivan Kane's package."

"Olivan—your package!" Neo yelled upstairs.

No one answered, Neo looked at the other party apologetically: "He should be at work, can I sign for him?"

"can."

Neo signed it, carried the package upstairs, and said in bits and pieces, "This guy Olivan is really lucky. It's a gift from a student, a gift from a collector, and a gift from an art association..."

After leaving the package at the door of the studio, Neo turned and went back to the room to continue playing games.

In the middle of the night, in the darkness, Olivan opened the door of the room.

He stepped on something and looked down, only to find it was a package.He casually kicked the package aside, he was sent so many packages every Christmas.He doesn't open every present.

He opened his bedroom door, the lights in the room were projected on the corridor, and he inadvertently saw the package again.

After a pause of two seconds, he walked over in a mysterious manner, and opened the package casually. His fingers trembled and he took a deep breath.

Walking back to the room in two or three steps, under the light, he could clearly see what was in his hand.

It was a specimen box, and behind the glass were red carnations that were forever frozen in bloom.

Olivan opened his mouth slightly, and stroked the flower through the glass with his fingers over and over again.

He picked up the outer box of the package on the ground, and turned to the column where the sender was filled in. There was no name on it.

Olivan turned around, walked downstairs quickly, and slammed on the door of Neo's room.

"Neo—Neo Langdon!"

"What are you doing!" Neoji reluctantly opened the door. He was passing through the level just now, but he was so surprised by Oliwen that he had to do it all over again.He suddenly wondered if he should find a place to live. Ever since David left, Olivan has become more and more nervous.

"Do you recognize this handwriting!" Olivan stretched out the package slip in front of him.

Neo took two steps back and narrowed his eyes: "The handwriting...a bit familiar...is it today's package?"

"Red carnations... red carnations blooming in winter..." Olivan's expression was complicated, sad and joyful, "Is this his message? Has he forgiven me?"

Neo's eyes widened in an instant, looking at the specimen box containing the carnations, "It's Dai..."

Realizing something, Neo didn't say any more, but hugged his old friend tightly, "Yes, of course this is his message to you, you don't have to apologize for his death anymore, he has always cared for you , how could I wish you pain? You once said that if someone gave you red carnations in winter, you would forgive yourself...for so many years..."

Olivan kept his head down, his shoulders trembling.

He suddenly pushed Neo out of the way, and said sharply, "It's a lie. It's not a coincidence. Why would someone give me such a worthless thing? And it's a carnation specimen?"

Neo took a step back: "You don't suspect that I sent you flowers...I don't have such romantic feelings to send you flowers..."

"Then who sent me this specimen?" Olivan stared into Neo's eyes, not giving him a chance to escape.

"I... how do I know... Look at the sender's column!" Neo raised his head, Oliwen's imposing manner made him swallow his saliva continuously.

"There's no name, so I'm waiting for you to tell me who I am." Olivan's voice sank, as if if Neo didn't tell the truth, he wouldn't stop.

"Is there anyone in this world who knows what red carnations mean to you in winter?" Neo continued to back away, his head already pressed against the wall.

"That depends on who you told it to." Olivan put his hand next to Neo's ear, closed his eyes and lowered his head, "Tell me who...is it him?"

Neo sighed, "Who is the 'he' in your heart? I'm afraid that if I say the name of that person, if he is never in your heart, you will be disappointed."

"...Is it David?" Olivan hesitated for a long time, and finally pronounced the name.

His voice was very soft, like snowflakes falling by the window in the dark night.

Neo sighed and reached out to pat Olivan on the shoulder.

Olivan lost his strength, and leaned his head on Neo's body, holding the specimen frame in his hand.

"...I think, I'm in love with him."

A short sentence seems to be the answer that I have been looking for for too long, and finally the dust falls to the ground.

"He's not your type." Neo looked down at Olivan's slightly trembling shoulders and frowned.

"I really miss him."

"He used to eat junk food in the bedroom, had scum everywhere and kept cockroaches..."

"Tell me where he is."

"He always likes to see those beautiful women..."

"I'm going to find him."

No matter what Neo said, Olivan's answer was certain.

"Oliwen, you are hopelessly stubborn..."

"Then tell me where he is, because if you don't tell me, I will find him in other ways. One year... two years... one day I will find him."

Neo sighed: "Olivan...he's married."

Oliwen raised his head abruptly, with disbelief in his eyes.

"I don't know how he is now, but the woman who made him drop everything to go after... what else can you do?"

"How do you know he's married?" Olivan's fingers pinched tightly on the edge of the specimen frame, turning white from the force.

"He once... told me on the public phone." Neo held Olivan's head in both hands, and said word by word: "Olivan, your timing is no longer right."

Olivier smiled slowly, "Then he shouldn't have sent me red carnations."

Neo looked at his smile, his breath congealed in his nose, "What do you want to do..."

"Don't you think..." Olivan leaned his face towards Neo, "Is it fate that I want to catch him?"

When Olivan turned to leave, the deadly pressure dissipated.

Early the next morning, Oliwen left the villa with the specimen box and the parcel slip.

Neo stood on the second floor, leaning against the fence, "Olivan, it's impossible for you to find him with a package slip! He can send it from anywhere!"

Oliwen raised his head and smiled: "Since you don't want to help me, I have to find someone else."

At this time, David came to Washington with Diana.

David handpicked a kindergarten for her, and then started looking for opportunities to negotiate with local wine agents.The first few months were a bump in the wall.

Most agents feel that David's wine is not well-known, has no recognition in the United States, and has no advantage over other wines in terms of price.Other agents feel that the wines they represent are already profitable, and they don't want to take the risk of representing unfamiliar brands.

David knew that he needed to find the right entry point, and he had an idea, and he thought of table wine.

The wines prepared by the organizers of some business banquets cannot be good wines for several years.Many business people have a bad reputation for these table wines, which are too sour and not mellow.

David sold his wines to some parties at table wine prices and quickly gained word of mouth.

Because of his handsome appearance and elegant style of conversation, he caught the attention of a fashion magazine editor and took him into a high-class banquet. By chance, David helped a tobacco tycoon avoid buying a fake of a late modern painter, and the other party was very grateful , introduced David's red wine to several agents.

The originally blocked market was suddenly opened.

Although David's red wine is not a good wine for more than ten years, it has a pure taste and has gradually gained a foothold among the middle-priced red wines.

With the sales volume, the income will naturally increase, and he will transfer the money back to the vineyard and winery. He did not deliberately ask the workers to speed up the speed of winemaking, but told them to pay attention to the quality.

David knew that the better the red wine, the smaller the annual production.He wants to keep improving and rank among the ranks of high-end red wine within ten years.