Died at the age of 17

It's Lixia, and before the moisture of the torrential rain dissipates, it is transpired by the scorched air and becomes a fog that can never dissipate.Even though it hides everywhere in the hot sun, it has nowhere to hide, and when night falls, it emerges from dark corners.This layer of fog is like a light-colored curtain, covering up the crimes and ugliness in the city.

Xia Musha has not seen the dawn for a long time.The hope at the moment when the blazing sun tore through the mist seemed to be stripped from him as well.He has been sleeping very early these days, but getting up very late.Even with such a long sleep, he still feels very tired.

In the dream, he fell into the deep sea, and the shadow of despair enveloped him.But in the past, every time the sun rises, all bad memories will dissipate with the wind.But now he felt that he couldn't forget that the black shadow belonging to the night crossed the division between night and day, completely enveloping him.

Whenever he blinked in a trance, blood-like crimson liquid poured into his cornea.Strange irritability and wild desires hit his brain like waves.He wants to imprison his lover and let his lover belong to him forever.He wanted to hold a dagger and stab into the warm flesh that was throbbing with vitality.

When he awoke from the evil thoughts, he would feel a moment of bewilderment.This is the evil that surges in his blood, and it is the evil that is commensurate with this family era.If someone carefully studies the cause of death of the deceased, he will definitely find that this family has been passed down for hundreds of years, but no generation has died well.Or die violently from disease, or die from murder.Wherever they go, they will be surrounded by misfortune and injury.

Barbiturates are powerful hypnotics for insomnia and have a calming effect, but long-term use can lead to mental disorders and drug addiction.What Vulcan mixed with milk and fed to Xia Musha was the barbiturate that had just been clinically tested.The side effects of drugs are different for everyone. For Xia Musha, it is to awaken a kind of evil gene that has been buried in his bones for a long time.That seed had been planted in his flesh and blood at the moment of his birth, and now, watered with love, it has germinated and emerged from the ground.

The more insane he became, the more suspicious he became of his lover.His lover always leaves quietly after he falls asleep, and returns quietly to his side before dawn.He was immersed in a deep dream and couldn't wake up, but he could still feel his lover's departure. The joy and loneliness had penetrated the dream, which was extremely real.

He hated himself for being so sleepy, why he couldn't wake up.He thought of the shaking white liquid before going to bed, the crimson good night kiss, which was gradually diffused by the black factor.He was keenly aware of the root of the problem. In fact, from the very first kiss, he had a vague sense of conspiracy and concealment.But he was immersed in the quagmire of love and couldn't extricate himself.

He made up his mind to refuse tonight's milk, but he couldn't refuse that bloody kiss and love.He would rather deceive himself, he would rather never see the truth, as long as he can have this happiness and love forever.But he felt that his normal self was gradually drifting away, and the current self was gradually falling into a kind of madness and dementia.He felt that his current life was getting out of the normal track a little bit, and out of his control.

It's just relative and immutable life, so love is not a kind of derailment.Pull away from the mediocre desperate situation, break the alienated relationship separated by God, establish a secret and intimate connection, and build a utopia of love on the barren land.

The ancient gloomy streets were covered with a chaotic mist like milk.The air was thick and stagnant.The dim light is on, but it can't illuminate the night, and there is a faint light, but it hides in the mist, the light is mysterious.

The flannelette piled up into a delicate umbrella, which he held in his hand.It wasn't raining, but he still held his umbrella, as if he was afraid that the mist would fall on him.His pointed heels landed on the ground with a clatter, and he walked, twirled, and danced solo in the mist.He seemed to blend in with his attire.The bright yellow skirt bloomed under the dim light, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze in the dim place. The moon-white hairband was tied around the slender neck, and the lustrous pearls hung down, spinning with the dance steps.He enjoys being alone, as if the city belongs to him alone.

He suddenly went back to the past, he hadn't been back for a long time, he thought that the past time had been abandoned by him, but now he picked it up again in a dusty corner.

Back then, Charlotte hugged herself and danced in the same way, and it was also an early summer night in the fog.The feast had just ended, and they all drank some wine and were slightly tipsy.Charlotte put her hand on his waist without any scruples.

They walked a long way, far away from the crowd, enjoying the time that belonged to the two of them alone.Charlotte took his hand and walked through the thick fog.The fog was beautifully like a misty dream, and they heard nameless music floating in the air, exuding the fragrance of flowers that bloomed in early summer.

The music is like water droplets splashing into the deep pool, making a clear and ethereal sound.None of them had ever heard this piece, a slow but rhythmic tune, like a waltz.

Charlotte gently embraced his shoulders, and slowly turned in circles in the soft and sticky mist.Vulkan felt that his breathing was stagnant in this beautiful atmosphere. He selfishly thought that it would be great if this time could stop at this moment, but he was even more selfish looking forward to the future, where there will be more beauty and so on. Let the two create together.

They went round and round, many rounds.Vulkan felt that he was about to melt into this gentle mist, and he would become one with his beloved forever.He stood on tiptoe and leaned on Charlotte's shoulder, and Charlotte held him tightly in her arms, and he leaned on the shoulder of his beloved, dreaming and dreaming.

The music died away in the air, and their dance steps stopped.Charlotte hugged him and planted a soft kiss on his lips.That kiss was so gentle, it was the gentleness of the melancholy moonlight, so gentle that it broke the heart.

It's just that the flowering period is short and fleeting.Just like a feast will eventually end, but a round dance will eventually end, just like life, like love, insignificant like a drop in the vast sea, fleeting like dewdrops dissipating.There is nothing more painful than this in being born as a human being.

In the narrow alley, he and the prodigal son met face to face.They go in the same direction.It's just that they have different purposes, they go to have fun, and he goes to kill.

Seeing such a beautiful 'woman', the libertine whistled a short and sharp whistle at him.There are hints of provocation and sordidness in it.Since going there, there are only two purposes, either to enjoy or provide enjoyment.

Vulkan smiled, and his smile was charming, just like a prostitute.The bright red on his lips scattered in the air, dyeing a mist of blood, and his smile was so cruel, like wild roses blooming in the cemetery, extremely enchanting.

Joan was already standing at the door waiting for him, leaning against the cold damp wall, lighting a cigarette.The smoke curled up and drifted away, and the scarlet flames shone shockingly bright in the dark night.She took a puff of cigarette and puffed it into the air.Her beautiful face is full of vicissitudes and tiredness.

When she saw Vulcan, Vulcan was already standing in front of her, "Come in, the guests are waiting. ' She spoke in a very soft voice, with a slight anxiety masking the fluctuations in her voice.She had an ominous premonition, a woman's premonition, that tonight would not go well, that danger was buried in the thick fog.

The fog is heavy, but it can't curb people's overflowing desire for pleasure, which is probably the original sin of being born as a human being.

After walking in, Joan whispered the words she had repeated several times before, 'I'm on my period, it's inconvenient, let my sister serve you instead of me, and the price remains the same. 'The previous few times, the guests might have been unhappy, but when they saw Vulcan's astonished face, they would all be caught.

But this time it seems to be a little different.This time they stood in the light while the guests sat in the dark.In the darkness, the guest's eyes gleamed slyly, and he stretched out his jeweled hand to touch the brim of his hat, but it was showing his wealth.He didn't seem to mind it at all, his voice was flat, with a high-society pompous tone, "It's okay, you come together, I'll pay three times the money." '

A look of embarrassment flashed across Joan's face, she secretly nodded to Vulkan for confirmation, and then she walked over, intending to turn off the light.

In the dark, the voice sounded again 'Don't turn off the lights, I want to watch. '

Joan's premonition was fulfilled, and she turned to look at Vulcan with an ugly expression on her face.She gently took off her skirt, revealing her snow-white shoulders in the air.She has practiced this movement no less than a thousand times, so it is naturally very tempting.The guests were not talking, but stared closely at Joan, concentrating on watching this beautiful performance.

'What about my sister? The guest smiled with interest, staring at Vulcan standing under the lamp, shrouded in darkness.He couldn't remember his face, but he felt that this person must have seen him there, accompanied by his dark desire to wake up in the dark.

Vulkan walked over without hesitation, with a charming smile like the moonlight on his face.It's just that the moonlight is shrouded in fog, and it can no longer emit light.He was walking, and if he took another step, it seemed that he would reveal his secrets.But without fear, he stepped on black high heels and walked in the mist.There are too many uncertainties in his life, he is used to it, he can only go on and never look back.

He straddled his guest's lap, his Adam's apple rolled under the ribbon.His blue eyes dimmed, and his golden hair fell loose.He held up the guest's face, lowered his head, and kissed him lightly.Before he had time to make any more movements, the guest pulled his hair violently, and his wig fell off, leaving a dazzling golden color like the sun.

The author has something to say:

Barbital there is bullshit.

if you serious you lose.