Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 69

"It's what you said, the Tower of London is too bloody, Westminster Abbey is too ordinary, Buckingham Palace is too vulgar...Then where else can you take me?" David wanted to kick the opponent with his legs, but he didn't want Olivier to directly choke Grab his calf, pull him over, and straddle his lap.

The ambiguous atmosphere spread again.

"For me, I'm already in the best place in the world." Olivan kissed David's chin lightly.

"Hey... didn't you say you would take me out for a walk?"

David didn't want his sightseeing plans to turn into spending time in bed.

They went to the Victoria and Albert Museum first in the morning.Named after Queen Victoria and the Duke of Albert, the museum specializes in fine arts and crafts, including jewellery, furniture and more.It holds an important position among many museums in London because of its magnificent collections.David was particularly interested in the exhibition hall of the history of European clothing development, and half-jokingly asked Oliwen, how would it be if he dressed like the one in the exhibition window.

Oliwen's answer made David's face full of black lines: "Your clothes will be taken off by me after all."

After leaving the museum, they stayed in Trafalgar Square.Trafalgar Square is also known as "Pigeon Square" because of the large number of pigeons that often stop there.In order to thank London for accepting the Norwegian royal family in exile during World War II, the kingdom of Norway, which is rich in timber, will send a tall and beautiful Christmas tree to Pigeon Square every Christmas, making it the main place to celebrate Christmas in London.

David didn't mingle with the pigeons like a child, but was more like a bystander, watching the tourists with Olivier.

"It would be nice if there were bicycle rentals here." David said with a bit of regret, holding his head, "Occasionally, I also want to sit in the back and watch you pedal."

"Okay, I'm back in New York." Olivan said lightly.

"Olivan, do you have a camera? How about a photo of the two of us?"

"it is good."

Olivan handed the camera to a tourist and stood with David.

"One, two... the gentleman on the left, can you laugh?"

David looked sideways, "Hey, this is the first photo of the two of us, can you show some face?"

When David put his arms around Olivan's waist, a smile appeared on his mouth.

The pigeons flapped their wings behind them and flew into the sky.

There are also some street performers who specialize in painting for tourists around the square.

When David passed by, he couldn't help but take a second look.

"It seems that London also has a very artistic atmosphere. And the paintings are not bad. It only costs a few pennies." Just as David was about to pass, Olivier stopped him.

"Why are you looking for them, I can also help you draw."

"Olivan, are you okay? I haven't seen you draw a sketch, and you're not a realist." David smiled.

Olivan snorted, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips.He came to a student who was arranging the easel, bowed his head and said a few words, and gave him all the painting tools for the time being.

David happily sat across from him, posing in a natural pose.

Oliwen picked up the pencil and rustled it on the drawing paper, leaving imaginative marks.

The student stood aside, looking at it with relish, perhaps admiring something like "So it can be handled like this...".

David was a little tired from sitting and wanted to change his posture all the time.

Olivan smiled at him: "Come here, I knew you wouldn't be able to sit for long."

David chuckled, came behind him, saw the person on the drawing paper, and asked, "Oliwen, why don't I think I'm so good-looking? I want a realistic version, not an artistic one!"

The student who was watching said: "Sir, you are indeed very beautiful."

After another ten minutes, the modification of the shadow was also completed.

David pointed to the lower corner of the painting and said, "Sign! Sign!"

Oliwen wrote down his name with a smile, then asked the student for a painting bucket, and put the painting in.

David happily hung the microphone on his back. Oliwen's paintings are basically postmodern, with occasional sketches, but when it comes to sketches...the rarer the thing, the better the price!

Oliwen reached out to stop David's shoulder, and his warm breath swept over his ears, "If I find out that you sold this painting, I will open that bottle of 'Shuska' and drink it all up."

"Hey——" David immediately put on a serious look, "How can I sell the sketch you drew for me!"

"It won't be fine."

"It's definitely not!"

At this moment, a man wearing a peaked cap walked past them and bumped into David.

"I'm sorry." The other party hurried past.

"It's okay..." David touched his pocket, only to realize that the camera had been stolen. He immediately turned around and rushed over desperately, "Damn—how dare you steal my camera!"

Oliwen was about to grab him with his backhand, but he just tore off the painting tube, and David had already chased him out.

"David!" Olivan followed closely behind.

At this moment, there are many tourists, and it is always inevitable to run into other people when running fast.

They ran across the square, and Olivan watched David rush across the street, his heart pounding out of his chest as a car whizzed by behind him.

The kid in the peaked cap ran into the alley. David almost bumped into the trash can, staggered, and quickly chased after him.

At the end of the alley is another main street.

At the moment when his eyes suddenly became clear, someone suddenly strangled him from behind, and then two men in black came up to him.

David was startled, and hit the back with his elbow, but the opponent was a veteran, so he dodged it easily.

"Olivan—Olivan—"

A tall man wearing black leather gloves came over, covered David's lips, led him to a black car on the side of the road, took the mobile phone from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and stuffed him Get in the back seat.

"Meet you again, Mr. Hovland."

This voice...David was stunned, because the person sitting next to him with a cane was Raymond Waleran.

After the car drove out, David turned his head and saw Oliwen running out of the alley, looking around, calling David's name.

Raymond turned back: "He cares about you very much."

David went to pull the door, but it was locked.He didn't give up and wanted to beat the driver, but Raymond pressed his cane against his neck and pushed him back into the seat.

"I'm sorry to ask you to get into the car in this way." Raymond's voice was kind but there was an irresistible majesty.

"I'm afraid the purpose of you 'inviting' me is for Olivan! Then please solve any problems you two have face to face, and don't involve others." David was not afraid of him. He had seen madmen like Anthony before, and besides Raymond didn't want to kill him.

"If the problem can be solved face to face, I don't need to invite you." Raymond patted David on the shoulder, "Tomorrow is my birthday party, enjoy it. I promise to return you to Olivier tomorrow .”

"Is the purpose of you 'inviting' me to get your grandson to appear at the birthday party?" David snorted coldly, "I think you should know his temper. The more you force him to do something, the more he will The more you resist."

"That's not necessarily true." Raymond took out David's stolen camera and clicked on the photo of the two of them. "I've never seen Olivier smile so happily in my life. You are very important to him, so he I won't take the risk of disobeying me. Don't worry, I won't force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. I'm just a grandfather who wants to have a meal with my grandson."

"I'm afraid you won't be happy with this meal."

The car drove to the London mansion of the Walerans, a castle built in the late eighteenth century.

The carved iron door opened, and the car drove in slowly.

David saw fountains and lawns, and trees erected like walls.

The servant opened the car door for him, and David got out of the car.

He is very upset now, and he is not in the mood to appreciate this ancient building at all.

And now Oliwen is looking for him all over the world, wandering through the streets and alleys, and passing the places where David used to hang around.

"Neo! Help me locate David right now!"

Neo picked his ears, "Is he dissatisfied that you didn't give him any freedom, so he ran away? I told you earlier that I should accompany him for a stroll in London..."

"He just disappeared around Trafalgar Square!"

"Yo, then you really took him to play? Maybe he just got separated, did you call him?"

"His phone was thrown by the side of the road!"

Neo blinked and sat up quickly.

"Hang up first, I'll call you after I locate his location!"

Olivan hung up the phone, but he didn't stop. He walked through the crowds in London, distinguishing the figure of that person.

David was invited to a room with a view of the orchard, and a faint fragrance wafted into the room.

"Please rest well, dinner will start soon." The middle-aged man who looked like a butler saluted and closed the door.

"Damn it!" David gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and saw the stinky boy in the peaked cap looking up at him with a smirk.

That's right, if this kid hadn't stolen his camera, how could he have separated from Olivier?

There was no value in being angry, David took a breath and pressed his forehead, it was all his own fault.This is London, and Olivan was so alert and wanted to leave early because he didn't believe him.

Half an hour later, the sun gradually disappeared towards the horizon.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on David's face, and he frowned slowly.