Died at the age of 17

The clouds are low and the wind is calm.The sky was sinking, and the rain did not fall.

This weather is depressing.Crowds of rats died in the sewers, and piles of impoverished corpses were left unburied and stank.The wheels ran over the gloomy and drowsy atmosphere and drove out of the city.Vulkan sat in the car, his hat was very low, and he was woven into a black shirt in the dark night, allowing him to hide safely in the crowd.He came to the funeral.

The poor are buried in the mountains.There are nameless yellow flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains, blooming strangely in the gloomy air.There were no guests at the funeral, only a mother and daughter.

The gray-white eyes of the woman are like dead fish, but there is only silence, no sadness.She seems to have died, the heart-piercing pain is only for a moment, and the endless pain is eternal.The source of her pain is her confusion and ignorance.She also had a youthful time, dancing under the stars during the slack.It's just that that period of time was too short, as if it was fleeting before I had time to feel it.Youth only belongs to the rich in the city, and poor women always age too easily.

Next to the woman stood her child, who was not smiling.The remaining vitality is buried in his eyes, and will soon dissipate with the wind.

Vulcan watched silently, and he didn't speak until the mother and daughter piled up the last shovel of soil.Their souls seem to be buried with this unmarked cemetery.Vulkan walked over, squatted down, and wiped the child's dirty face. The child was stunned, staring at him blankly. His mother had never treated him so tenderly.He couldn't see the face under the cloak, only eyes as blue as a clear sky.

Vulkan stood up and said to the woman in a low voice, 'I am willing to provide him with education and life until he reaches adulthood. Hope surged again on the woman's dark yellow face, and she suddenly knelt down at the man's feet, kissing the land in front of him with respect.She thought she was finally relieved and saw the angel descend.

Poor woman, she didn't know that her husband died because of it.And this is also part of Vulkan's revenge plan, and he wants them to live for him from now on.

The torrential rain poured down, covering his body, and it seemed that the rain was falling for him alone.Vulkan shook the rain from his hat, turned and left.

A whole day is enough to turn the waiting into madness.Xia Musha sat there for a long time, until the night came quietly.

He sat in the dark, staring at the direction of the door faintly.The past and the future are juxtaposed into eternity before our eyes.

The door trembled slightly, then opened, and Vulkan walked in from the darkness.He didn't turn on the light, the silent darkness was his spiritual shelter.

A dangerous breath hit his face, he raised his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Danger and the unknown are the perfect antidote to the mundane life, like the strawberry on top of the cream cake.In the dark, he gently closed the doors, relaxed, and waited for the danger to come.

Clouds cover the moon, impenetrable, and will not let a ray of light go.In the silent and thick night, a black figure rushed up, his knees rested on Vulkan's legs, and he knocked him down against the door. Vulkan snorted, The smile on his face became more pleasant, and he enjoyed the pain as he enjoyed the darkness.

In the darkness, the hot lips kissed his Adam's apple, moved along the top of the Adam's apple, and captured the cool thin lips.He kissed tentatively, and then kissed him fiercely, plundering his food like a wild beast, and seemed to knead the two of them together.Panting heavily, he let go of his lips, and his teeth collided violently, biting Vulkan's lips.The blood oozes out, and slowly stays, splashing down the night, falling with a clear sound.

Vulkan's brain went blank for a moment, and then, the corners of his mouth curled up. That smile was the clear moonlight in the dark, fleeting and impossible to capture.This kind of smile is enough to tempt all living beings to go to hell for him, even if he suffers from eternal torment.

Vulkan stretched out his hand, hugged the boy tenderly, and gently stroked the boy's long dark chestnut hair.In his blue eyes, a clear brilliance slowly flowed.He embraced the boy and kissed him gently.It seems that at this moment, the rain is over and the sky is clear, and the moon behind the cloud shows its face, smiling beautifully.

It was at this very moment that Vulkan felt the human emotions return to him.Whether love or hate, joy and joy are very real.He wants to stop his revenge, but hatred is like a train running at high speed on the track, if it stops, it will collapse.So the thought that flashed in my mind at this moment is just an illusion of returning light.Once again, the dark clouds blocked the light that was lucky to pass through, and the world fell into an endless night of despair.

The light came on, illuminating the faces of the two under the light.All emotions were erased from his life again, he smiled, the smile was cold.The boy he raised with love has finally grown up, and his frail body seems to be able to withstand the long-term torture of love. How happy it should be.

Under the lamp, the boy's eyes were confused, and he saw a drop of blood oozing from the corner of Vulkan's lips, staining his lips red.He suddenly realized what he had done, and the hot flames in his eyes were extinguished in an instant, and the desire also dissipated with the wind, leaving only wisps of green smoke.He closed his eyes, and opened them again, his eyes were full of guilt and remorse.

He stretched out his fingers and covered Vulkan's lips, the fingertips were warm, but ignited a prairie fire.His fingers gently slid over his lips, as if this would heal the wound.The bleeding really stopped, he stared blankly at the bright red on his finger.It's just a wound on my heart, how can it be so easy to heal.

'It doesn't hurt anymore. The corner of Vulkan's mouth curled into a smile, and the clear mist flowed, looking at the frightened young man.

Vulcan grabbed the boy's shoulders and led him upstairs. He knew that the boy's body and soul belonged to him at this moment.The moment he turned around, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not disappear, and became more profound and cruel.

The young man looked at him almost in awe and reverence.Vulkan stroked the boy's lips and pried open the boy's teeth.He gently picked up a glass of milk and poured it down without leaving any space or chance to catch his breath.This kind of tenderness seems to kill people.

The boy choked and coughed violently, the mild liquid flowed back into the intake pipe, his face was flushed, but his head was still tilted up like a child longing for love.Milk flowed from his mouth, dripped down his chin, and trickled down his collarbone.

Purity becomes tainted by filth, and soon the milk becomes corrupted by germs and begins to rot.The mellow sweetness exudes a stench and has become the favorite food of demons.

Later in the afternoon, Chamusha called on Mr. Augustine.Professor at the University of Paris, tutor at the University of Vulcan and Charlotte.

It can be said that he brought Vulcan to Paris.Once Augustine went to the country for vacation, and saw this young man with melancholy eyes in the field.He sat on a stone among the tall corns, his confused eyes were as bright as water, and he had long golden hair like sunshine.He was reading a poem, and his fragrance was in the air, exuding a seductive aroma like ripe corn.

The boy's tone was very soft, his teeth touched his lips, the color was silent, and the beautiful rhythm flowed between his lips and teeth as he read

'A little patch of dark blue sky, framed by little branches, was pierced by a little star, and the little white star melted with a gentle shudder.

June night! At the age of 17, I am happily intoxicated.The inexhaustible energy of the field rises above your head.

I thought about it and felt a kiss on my lips.

It murmured there, like a little beast. 'His lips quivered slightly, and hot tears seemed to gush from the corners of his eyes.

At that time, Augustine was almost sixty years old, but at that moment, he felt the vitality of life returning to him, and the Virgin Mary embraced him again.He wanted to step forward and kiss the boy's lips devoutly, like kissing an angel lightly.But he didn't dare to go forward, for fear of disturbing the angel intoxicated in the beautiful dream.He turned and left. Later, he asked the villagers and learned of Vulcan's tragic life experience from the villagers. At that time, he thought that he must be taken to Paris, so that such a beautiful life could not be lost in the barren countryside. withered.

Later, the boy actually came to apply for his school.When he saw the young man's essays, they were even more beautiful than when he recited poems, like a penholder kissed by a muse, writing exquisite and beautiful poem movements.

He wants to use everything he has to protect the youth's purity.It's just that the young man didn't know him at all, and only regarded him as a teacher, keeping him at a respectful distance and treating each other with courtesy.But he didn't care at all, he tried his best to lead the boy into the palace of literature and lead him into the circle of writers.

That's how Vulcan and Charlotte got to know each other. Charlotte was a former student of Mr. Augustine.Monsieur Augustine introduced him to Vulkan.But he didn't expect that this meeting would become the beginning of a bad relationship.

When Xia Musha knocked on the door of Mr. Augustine's house, he opened the door slowly. When the door opened, he squinted his eyes and put the reading glasses hanging around his neck on his face, so he could see who was coming.He slammed the door shut. Behind the door, he threw everything he could reach to the ground. There was a sound of broken glass in the room. He was always gentle and gentle. It had been a long time since he was so angry. The last time Still when Vulkan dropped out of school.

Xia Musha was puzzled and continued to knock on the door. "Mrs. Lawrence asked me to come. I am Charlotte's younger brother Xia Musha." '

Mr. Augustine yanked the door open again, apparently still angry, "That wicked little brother.Is your brother dead? '

Xia Miao laughed angrily, it's really rare for people to ask whether their family members are dead or not when they meet like this. Mr. Lao is concerned, my brother is doing well. Seeing that the old man didn't mean to let him in at all, he stood at the door and asked, "You know the relationship between my brother and Mr. Vulcan back then."

'I know, I know very well.All Paris is clear.Your brother is a beast in clothes. ' Augustine slammed the door shut.He will never forget that he heard the rumors that Charlotte and Vulkan were entangled, and at first he chose not to believe it.Until Vulkan disappeared with Charlotte for more than a month, and later Vulkan came to complete the withdrawal procedures alone. He seemed to be a different person, with blue eyes that were indifferent and haggard.Augustine felt his heart was broken, and he soon chose to retire, living alone in a corner of the city, away from society and family.

No one will know how many people have been affected by this disaster of hatred and revenge. It seems that the whole world is a murderer, and everyone must sacrifice for his lost soul.

The author has something to say:

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ps. The quote is Rimbaud's Romance