Died at the age of 17

In a few hours, the man would be dead in his own home.The sudden pain hooked his neck like a death scythe.His mouth was wide open, greedily breathing the last breath of air in his life.The sky was bright and dawn was about to break, but he could no longer see the sun, nor could he feel the warmth of the sun touching his face.He will slowly die in silent unwillingness, dying of his sins.

His family would not report to the officials, and this sudden death was regarded as retribution for wanton debauchery.His family didn't even ask why he died. For orphans and widows, getting rid of such a burden is a relief.Vulcan's smile was almost cruel with pleasure.

Yeah, he wouldn't have died at all if he hadn't indulged his desires.He had countless chances to escape, but he resolutely indulged his dark desire to walk in the gutter.Pure white lambs tainted with lust can never return to God's fold, perhaps blaming it all on their own sins.It's just that this is their fault, this is their fate, this is their original sin.They are doomed to walk on this road of eternal redemption until they die and go to hell.

The same is true for Vulcan, he is not afraid of the so-called crime and punishment at all.Before he was born, the punishment that belonged to him had already fallen on him in advance, he had no right to choose at all, he was destined to walk in sin.

At this moment, he has a light smile on his face, he is stepping on brisk steps, his sharp heels cutting the night, and his voice is melodious.He is a person who walks in the dark night all the time, and it is the night, not the light, that gives him his soul.His golden skirt splashed to the ground, and what fell was his own, the sunlight in the dark night.

He walked all the way home, with a smile on his face as bright as day.The quiet and peaceful sleeping face of the young man appeared in his mind, that pure and clear young man, regardless of good intentions or malice, was equally willing to accept.

Xia Musha felt that she had sunk into the silent deep sea.Deathly darkness enveloped him, and the deep sea robbed him of his breath.He shouted loudly, and the sea water rushed into his mouth.Everything that belonged to him was taken away, and endless loneliness and despair enveloped him.He looked up, but he couldn't see the light, there was no light, and there was no hope.

He tightly clenched his palms, his manicured smooth and round nails were embedded in the palms of his hands.Blood gushed from his palm.The sharp pain stimulated his mind, but he still couldn't wake up.We can only welcome the pain with a more sober attitude.

The silent night, endless, endless pain.

This is his subconscious injury.He chose to forget everything, he exiled them, washed away with the sea, and now returned in a dream with a thousand times more pain.Death flames burned that family photo, he and his brother had left Paris, and their parents were still alive and dead.Fate swallowed up his life in an instant, and since then he has been on the verge of desperation.

A light sweet fragrance, full of sad dreams.This is the smell of mother's perfume, the warm and soft embrace and caress of mother.The dream begins to be light and soft, no longer wandering, no longer helpless.

Vulkan couldn't explain that feeling, he looked at Xia Musha's painful expression, a sharp pain tore his heart.In his atrium, there has been no such emotion for a long time.He couldn't bear it and began to feel sad.Vulcan took off his skirt and leaned softly beside Xia Musha. He hugged Xia Musha's shoulders, held his bloody palm, and gently stroked his hand, letting his nails separate from his palm. .

How long has it been since he had a dream? His dreams are like his daytime, all dead silent.No joy or sorrow, emotions have already abandoned him.He is a child abandoned by the dream, and the light will never patronize him again.He only has the night, and the crimson blood pierces through the night, becoming the only color in his world.

He looked at Xia Mousha, with curled chestnut hair covering his eyes, the breath as clear as sea water was filled with blood.He looked at the outline of the boy, at the green fluff emerging from the boy's lips.Vulkan's eyes became darker and darker in the night, and he smelled Charlotte's breath on Xia Musha.He found that Xia Musha was becoming more and more like the person who gave him hatred.

Soon, soon.

Before long, I would own him completely and throw him into the endless night.be with yourself.

On his crimson mouth was the lip gloss that he hadn't had time to wipe off the night before.That's sin, stuffing the air.The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, a cruel smile.He hugged the boy tighter.The boy rested his head on his chest.He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the young man's forehead. The sinful hickey marks were imprinted on the young man's face and melted into the young man's bones and blood.

Because of the effect of the medicine, Xia Musha woke up very late.When he awoke, Vulkan was no longer by his side.The pain of last night was turned into ashes at the moment when the sun shone in.And the feeling of loss when he woke up in the morning enveloped him again.He is no longer around.

There was no warmth in the quilt beside her, and there was no trace of his presence.Xia Musha bent down, trying to smell his breath from under the quilt.nothing.The rich scent of perfume filled the air.It turned out that the dream last night softened the smell of the perfume, but in the morning the smell was unconcealed, so pungent.

It must be suspicion. My sweetheart cheated on me last night.I did not own him, no contract, no marriage, no oath before God.Why talk about controlling his life and depriving him of his freedom.It was rumored that he had countless lovers, that anyone in Parisian society could have sex with him.It's just that Xia Musha didn't believe it.Vulcan was his muse, his god.

However, the bronze statue also rotted with time, and the stone wall collapsed in the wind.There is nothing that cannot be changed, probably only the pure and passionate love of young people, who believe in their lover as a god, and will never change.

It is very strange that Vulkan is not at home. It is not known whether he did not return overnight or left Xia Musha early in the morning.

Thinking of what Mrs. Lawrence said to him yesterday evening, he couldn't suppress his curiosity about the book, and drove to Mrs. Lawrence's estate by car.Mrs. Lawrence didn't seem surprised at his arrival, she just handed him the book with the red cover.

The dark red cover of the book has been worn out, like a heart that barely maintains its dignity in love.Xia Mousha read in a low voice, he likes to use language to feel the rhythm of poetry.The soft spring breeze pierced through the window lattice, making a clear sound.

The boy in the book has long dark chestnut hair.In the melancholy eyes, there is deep compassion and love.Love for man, love for God, love and compassion for all.He has no mother, he is considered unknown, abandoned by the villagers, and travels alone in the world.He walked alone barefoot in the world where weeds were reborn, and the thorns pierced his white skin, and his blood stained the ground red, and bright flowers bloomed.He didn't notice it at all, just kept walking towards the warmth of the sun.

He is only 17 years old, and his life will always be fixed at 17 years old.He came to this land with love for everything, but was wounded by torture and frustration.The sweet scent of his blood lures the beasts to partake of his flesh.He has nowhere to go in hell, and lonely ghosts tear his soul apart.

He is an angel by God's side, and his experience of asceticism failed to erase his pure faith, and he finally returned to God's side.The nightingale sang, resounding through the sky.The thorns turned into roses, wove garlands, and fell on his head, crowning him. A 17-year-old life is carved into eternity.

This is a dystopia within a utopia. Behind the prosperity is cruelty and barrenness. Just walking through the barrenness, there is new hope in full bloom.This is an ode to youth, life and love.Only a young man can ignore good and evil, follow his own heart, and go on without hesitation.Only teenagers have the right to sit beside the gods and be crowned by the gods.

Xia Miaosha felt more and more familiar with the image created in the poem.Vulkan had kneaded his soul with Charlotte.He can read the fiery passion and fear in the poem, the kind of youth's loyalty to love, and the infinite fear of the future.Compare life to a journey full of thorns, but the end is the blessing of ascending to the altar.They swore before their gods that they forged their souls together and would never be apart.

Xia Musha felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart, he was going crazy with jealousy, he saw the intimate relationship between Vulcan and Charlotte.All his self-deception is nothing compared to the truth.They used to be lovers, they used to belong to each other.He felt like something was being torn apart, all the negativity pouring out.He felt a cold, dark desire revive within him.

He began to understand the tears in his brother's eyes, the smile on his mouth, and the joy and pain behind his evasive words.The youthful years that belonged to the two of them will never have anything to do with him.

He pays attention to every detail and metaphor.But he just forgot one thing, he is the boy who is walking towards the sun.He is only 17 years old, he has courage and youth.He can have everything he wants.

He thought he saw everything clearly, it was just the so-called answer to the mystery, but not the real answer.He is just a person who reads the story, how can he understand everything about the story.He read about love, but did not read about the harm that accompanies love.He read the beauty, but he couldn't read the cruel desolation behind the beauty.

The birth of fairy tales needs soil, and the soil of this cruel fairy tale is the misery and despair in countless nights.

Just as he couldn't see the howling piercing the silent sky at this moment, the smile on the face of his loved one was cold.Vulkan was standing in front of that family's door, he didn't hide it, all the disguises were just trying to cover up.All his goodwill was wiped out along with his hopes, and he could no longer write such sad and sensitive words.From the day he chose to hate, his hand could never hold a pen again.

The author has something to say:

I know not many people will see it.

I may never write like this again.

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ps The fairy tales mentioned in this chapter imitate the style of Oscar Wilde's fairy tales.

It will be mentioned later.