Died at the age of 17

Under the moonlight, it was an extremely dark night.The dark liquid of desire generally wreaks havoc on the late-night streets.

Dressed women walked the streets, white fur shawls covering his flat chest.His sharp heels were deeply set into the cracks in the stone slabs, making a crisp sound when they landed.It seemed as if a rust-red liquid could be seen gushing out from the cracks in the slate, soaking through the toes of pedestrians and disappearing in an instant.This is the soul of the city, the beating heart of Paris. This vicissitudes of the ancient city has a human life.

His clothes are plain and glamorous, outlining his exquisite lines.His skin was astonishingly white, as if coated with a layer of pale moonlight.His lips were as red as a rose stained red by a nightingale's blood.Even the pale moonlight could not hide his luster. His long golden hair was scattered on the long golden dress, and the fragrance softened the Paris in the night.

The day here is a depression, but the night is full of glory.The red lights are bright and dripping, and there is a smell of sex in the air.The scantily clad girls are posing behind the glass windows, and the dissolute gentlemen are showing their true colors in front of the wine table.

Vulkan smiled and walked into the frenzied neighborhood.He turned his heels on the ground, turned a corner, and walked into a small shop with curtains drawn.

When the door was opened, the wind chimes rang softly, and behind the curtains was another brightly lit world like daytime.No scantily clad, wanton strippers here.Some of them were just noble women dressed in fine clothes as if they were attending a banquet.But if you look closely, the luster of the jewelry is very dull, the thread of the dress is crooked and uneven, and the lace gloves also appear to be of poor quality.It's like a flashy dream deliberately created.

This is a brothel for literati.This kind of indecent, pretentious style is exactly the preference of literati.The boss is very good at doing business, the rent here is not high, but the girl can be sold for a lot of money if she dresses up a little.Presumably this is the secret to her standing for nearly 20 years.

But on the sofa, the unrestrained men among the women have long lost their daytime demeanor, like beasts that have stripped off their human skin, wantonly indulging their desires.Among them are poets, painters, and literati, all of whom are self-proclaimed talented but frustrated artists.They are not appreciated during the day and are depressed.In the evening, with the money earned in a day, I squandered here wantonly.If you have money, you want a girl. If you don't have money, you just spend money on getting drunk.To die under the peony flower, to be a ghost is also to be romantic, such a life can be lived freely.It's just that those orphans and widows who live alone in vacant rooms work day and night to barely make ends meet.

Vulcan hadn't been here for nearly ten years. He looked down at the dissolute literati in front of him. They were obviously different people, but they had incomparably similar ugly faces.

He still remembers the first time he came here 17 years ago, with a group of literati.Charlotte held his hand, and he pretended to be calm, so that he wouldn't look panicked and was laughed at.He sat stiffly on the chair, his dim eyes could not conceal the panic.Charlotte sat on the ground, resting her head on Vulcan's knee.And the group of literati sat around them.

The gangsters gathered around, and a blond girl walked up to Vulkan, her expression was as terrified as Vulcan's.

A man raised his head, looked at Vulcan and that cockroach, and joked to Charlotte, "She looks really like your little lover." 'Yes, the girl's long golden hair shone under the light, and her almost transparent white face was flushed.If Vulkan is allowed to pretend to be her, it can almost be faked.

At that time, the relationship between Vulcan and Charlotte had just been exposed, and it became a big news in the Paris social scene.The lover of the young master Charlotte, the top student of the literature department of the University of Paris, the young poet, these titles are so eye-catching.There was undisguised irony in the man's words just now. He was insinuating the unequal relationship between Charlotte and Vulcan, and Vulkan's lowly status.

Vulkan's eyes suddenly dimmed.This metaphor made him very uncomfortable.This kind of irony is extremely disrespectful to him, and the solution for ordinary people is nothing more than to swallow their anger and laugh it off.Charlotte just bowed her head and said nothing. It would be too disrespectful to get angry just because of a word, not to mention that here are all like-minded friends.Charlotte knew in her heart that for herself, Vulcan was not an ordinary lover, but a lover who could communicate spiritually.

People around have echoed.Vulcan stood up slowly, with cold eyes, he looked around at the person sitting beside him.Then he slammed the glass in his hand to the ground, angrily hitting the ground, splashing sharp fragments, splashing on the man's face, drawing a long bloodstain.

The literati were startled, and stared blankly at this seemingly weak young man.The man realized it later, spat out, and whispered, 'Whatever you raise is what you raise. '

Vulkan walked out without looking back, turned a corner, and stood alone in the shadows.He exhaled heavily, only then was he able to soften the cold hatred.At that moment, the blond-haired man chased him out, stood beside him, and apologized in a low voice, 'I'm sorry. 'The sound is like the crisp sound of a nightingale.

He raised his head and managed to squeeze out a soft smile, 'You're not wrong, it's me. '

'It's very gentle. ' said the girl.Vulkan looked at the girl puzzled. 'As for you, you are such a gentle person. '

'My name is Joan.Daughter of June. '

Joan and Vulcan have similar appearances and similar life experiences. Joan is the child of a prostitute and grew up in a brothel, so she has no choice but to become a prostitute.Her tenderness is in her bones, just like his coldness is also in her bones.She was born humble, but possessed an incomparably noble soul. This is her destiny and the source of her misery.

She has been a boss for 17 years, she is not young anymore, the tiredness and vicissitudes of the years have climbed up the corners of her eyes and brows.Unlike Vulcan, who has the magic power of youth, she is just an ordinary girl with a miserable fate.Her business is not very good, and usually only familiar customers will order her table, and at the same time, she doesn't ask for much money, just enough to maintain her life.But there is an unusual elegance and vicissitudes on her body, and she is beautiful with a little make-up, which is enough to make her shine on this street.

Meeting Vulcan was a happy time for Joan.She smiled after a long absence, but it was a bit sour. 17 years ago, men and women who were like brothers and sisters are now like mother and son. She is old, but he is still young and bright.

a few days ago.Vulkan came to her and told her his request, and she laughed as she listened.After hearing the last word, she hesitated for a moment, but still gave an affirmative answer.She is powerless to change her own destiny, but now she has an opportunity to change the destiny of others, how wonderful it is.

Vulcan walked to the small compartment in the back of the shop, tapped the signal lightly, and Joan came over to open the door, with a hint of cunning and playfulness in his eyes.She nodded towards Vulcan, walked into the room and said to the guest on the bed, 'I'm having my period today, it's a bit inconvenient. '

There was undisguised dissatisfaction and unhappiness on the guest's face. The money he had worked so hard to save was in exchange for a night of fun, but the woman said that she had her period. What should I do? He restrained himself when he heard Joan's next sentence.

'My sister can serve you instead of me, at the same price. '

Vulcan walked in. In the simple room, under the dim light, his beauty was astonishing.The guest was stunned, already in awe.When she realized it again, she nodded abruptly and drove Joan out. Joan went out and closed the door, with a secretive smile flashing across her face.

Vulcan twisted his waist, moved lightly, and walked in front of the guest under the dim moonlight.He knew the guest, one of the guests at the chaotic banquet in the abandoned factory.But he didn't recognize Vulcan anymore, he was approaching fifty years old, fat and tired accumulated on his body and face, he looked like an ugly toad.But Vulkan is as young and bright as 50 years ago, and his appearance is even more dazzling, as if time has never patronized him.

His long golden hair was scattered on the golden long skirt, shining brightly under the dim yellow light.He doesn't look like a prostitute at all, but like a noble lady who has fallen into prostitution.His eyes were dim, deliberately showing fear, but in the dark corners where the lights couldn't penetrate, there was a cruel and comforting smile.

The guest's expression exploded in an instant, blood rushed to his head, and his fat face was blown up.He looked lewdly at the blond stunner in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I haven't done it before, I'll teach you." '

Vulkan blushed slightly, and shook his head shyly, really looking like a girl.It's just that the movement of her walking over is crazy and powerful.He straddled the guest's lap, and the hem of the golden skirt fell to the ground with the desk lamp, and the only light in the room was extinguished.

He lowered his head, cupped the disgusted face of the guest, and kissed it. He gently crushed the dark green pill with the tip of his teeth.The disgusting stench of the guests washed up in his mouth.The medicine powder in the mouth has melted into a liquid, which spreads in the mouth until it reaches the guest's throat.There were still some green pills in Vulcan's pocket.After a few hours, the poison can kill people without knowing it.Colorless, odorless, and most importantly, undetectable even by autopsy.

Then Vulkan turned and disappeared into the depths of the night.He was leaning against the sewer, and the nausea accumulated just now rushed into his heart, and he vomited out everything, including the meth that he had just taken.He leaned against the sewage and looked at his current appearance, he was very embarrassed.He laughed at himself and walked towards home.

Joan leaned against the corner, staring at Vulcan with complicated eyes.This man wrapped in hatred, took off his cold and gorgeous coat, revealing an equally fragile and tired soul.She came out slowly and walked over to Vulkan.

Vulcan saw Joan, and he nodded to Joan.He took out the note in his pocket, bit his finger, and bright red blood gushed out, erasing a name on the note, as if erasing hatred and painful memories.

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