Died at the age of 17

He smelled the fragrance of his lover in the air, a cold and quiet atmosphere like a deep pool, but there was a wonderful temptation that resisted people thousands of miles away.That kind of bloody smell is faint, hidden under the cold fragrance.The lover's breathing is very light and gradually even.

The lover fell asleep, but he couldn't sleep.No sleep tonight.He turned his head and looked at his lover, who was sleeping very lightly.His fiery gaze caressed his lover's closed eyes, caressed his lover's mean and red lips, and caressed his lover's undulating chest.His dark desires awoke in the darkness, he wanted to have his lover completely, and when this love was tormented to the extreme, he wanted to embrace his lover and die together.This is the dark bloodline inherited from his family, once again blooming crimson flowers in his young flesh and blood.

Lovers are beautiful when they are asleep.When he fell asleep, his plots and calculations seemed to fall asleep with him.His sleeping face was peaceful and soft, revealing a kind of lustrous light.He was spotless and fragile, like fine china shelved.He's like an angel when he's asleep.

This kind of lover is probably the closest to the image that has been portrayed in my heart for many years and is getting fuller day by day.So beautiful, so gentle.It's just that when he finds that his lover is different from what he imagined, he still indulges in love irresistibly.

He gently twitched the hair tie on his lover's neck that he hadn't had time to take off.The shiny pearls fell on his hands, soft but cold.The red mark on the lover's neck is exposed to the air, and the mark is very deep, engraved on the lover's Adam's apple.With the slight ups and downs of the lover's Adam's apple, it seems to have life.A kind of inexplicable jealousy ignited in his heart, he thought that the trace was brought to him by himself, and he did not allow anyone except himself to hurt him.

He wanted to kill him, then commit suicide, to be with him forever.Neither God nor death can separate them.

He didn't know when his pure and passionate love began to rot and decay, becoming stinky.Perhaps only when he reaches the end one day, when he has nowhere to go, will he discover the great changes that have happened to him.He died from a certain day, and it was another self who lived instead of him.

When Vulcan woke up, he found Nana lying on his shoulders.Xia Musha also woke up. He stared at Vulcan, but he never broke away from his embrace. He just stared at Vulkan all night.

It was a blissful illusion, fatal to Vulkan.What supported him to live was despair and hatred, but never happiness and expectation.But he still couldn't wake up, that indulgence was almost like a hangover.He gently picked up the sleeping Nana and put her beside the bed.He sat up, the silk nightgown was loose and hung on his shoulders, his pale and thin body was exposed in the air, and his long golden hair was hanging down on his shoulders.

Sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains, tearing apart the white mist that hadn't dispersed all night.Vulkan's hair had a soft golden sheen.He stroked his hair lightly, and the dark blue blood vessels in his hands were faintly visible flowing with dark red blood.He lowered his head and fumbled for the hair tie, and picked up the hair tie around Ben's neck from the pillow.

Xia Musha also sat up, her dark chestnut hair covering her face.He gently grabbed Vulkan's hand, held his long dark golden hair, and picked up the comb by the window to gently comb it.The hair slipped from the fingertips, and the texture left behind reminded him of soft silk, and the waves also rippled in his heart.

Vulkan was stunned, but didn't look back, just sat still, letting Xia Mousha stroke his long hair.He remembered that many years ago, after sleeping together late at night, Charlotte combed his hair like this, and the gentle touch lasted forever.He remembered Charlotte leaning down and kissing his hair softly, the epitome of his lost love.

Xia Musha's movements were very gentle, her slender joints raised her long hair, as if evoking eternal time.He combed it slowly, as if he could really go on combing like this forever, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth.

All the calculations were laid out before his eyes, and he knew that the medicine was in the milk.But for that kiss, he could still drink the milk.He can pretend not to know, and then continue to love like this.

He lowered his head and kissed his lover's forehead gently.Vulcan turned his head to look at him, his azure blue eyes fluctuating like sea water.Under the golden sunshine, the lover is as beautiful as a god.The light outlines the silhouette of the lover.His lips moved down slowly, and kissed his lover's lips, just a light kiss, so soft and beautiful.

Vulkan didn't move, but his heart was stabbed sharply. He felt that he had fallen in this love game, and he also lived in this beautiful boy in his heart.The young man has soft curly chestnut hair, and the young man's breath is as green as sea water.The arrival of Xia Musha seems to be a kind of compensation for his fleeting youth and love.However, since he has embarked on this path, he cannot turn back.He had already lost everything, but now he regained his ties.

He thought, if he died at this moment, would he be able to live in love forever, escape the shadows and gloom of life, and be with the boy forever.Ten years ago, he thought the same way, but he had died long ago, and he had no more life to sacrifice.

Ziyang is as bright as fire. It is a blue firework burning in the sky. When it is in full bloom, it will wither and decay in the next second.Like the blooming youth, the time is fleeting.

Behind the beautiful flower clusters, there are tombstones made of stone.It is not fear and gloomy, but a kind of tranquility from the depths of the soul, the tranquility of knowing life and death.At the end of the road is a deserted church.Stone and wood cast a century of brilliance, and time engraves an eternal belief.

They held hands and walked step by step as if they had gone through a hundred years.Their love is engraved into eternity.The smiles on their faces are so blissful.All the haze dissipated in the sunshine, and it seemed that his hatred and the crimes he had committed had been forgiven.

As for Xia Musha, as long as he can have the love of his lover, he is willing to give up everything.

The sun weaves a golden garland for Vulcan, which is the call and blessing from God.Vulkan doesn't believe in God, but at this moment, he is willing to believe in everything.The long night was illuminated by light, and he saw his own future and hope.The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, as if he had returned to his 17-year-old age. He hummed softly, softly and sadly, like the long and sad time lost.

All of this is as beautiful as an illusion.Xia Musha felt dazed for a while.The crimson blood flashed before his eyes, and the colorful sweetness stayed before his eyes.If it means happiness, he is willing to live and die in love.

The ancient bells of the church are ringtones from heaven, ringing heavily in the ears of lovers.

The lovers walk up the stone ladder piled up with withering prosperity hand in hand, and walk through the barren and dilapidated time.Step into the old church.The colorful glass windows shone with a blurred and dreamy light, just like the dawn, like dusk, like all the beauty in the world.

At the end of the corridor, the priest who was sweeping the floor with his head down raised his head to look at them, stunned, and muttered 'angel' in a low voice.He was gray-haired and very old, but at the moment when he was infinitely close to death, God sent an angel to come to him. The tears welled up in his eyes fell on the ground and opened a transparent hole in the dust. flowers.

Xia Musha and Vulkan looked at each other and smiled.They have long been lost in the sweet illusion and lost themselves.Let go of the cold and despair together, from now on only love will accompany you.

They walked, on the stone-paved floor, to the priest.The seats on both sides are empty, but the sun is never absent.The bright sunlight outlined Vulkan's silhouette, his long golden hair, and his clear blue eyes.His smile is soft and watery, like the most favored angel under the altar.

They went up to the priest and just stood there.They don't expect any eternal promises, they are just pursuing the beauty of this world.Standing here, they seem to have escaped the sentence of fate, hatred, and despair.

The priest prayed in a low voice according to the Bible. No one could hear what he was saying. His voice had already melted into the air, and communication with God had been achieved.He begged God to bless them and have mercy on all the world.

Tears welled up from the eyes of the lovers, glittering and translucent, blurring the eye sockets.It is also like the morning dew hanging on the rose, dissipating in an instant.The light dimmed, and the church became gloomy and dead.

Vulkan's face was shrouded in gloom, he was bewitched by something, and he had been indulging in sweet happiness for so long.In the end, he also woke up, the sunlight that tore through the darkness was once again shrouded in darkness, and despair would not let him go.He doesn't believe in God, and there will be no God's light in his world.Where he walks is hell, and he is the devil.He will pay homage to his lost life with hatred.

He turned his head to look at Xia Musha, with a cold smile, like a dark green swamp, entangled the traveler's feet, took away the traveler's life, and turned into dark nourishment.Xia Musha was silent, didn't turn his head back, just looked forward, he felt a cold despair, he didn't dare to turn his head, but still maintained a smile, he was afraid that if he turned his head, all the good things would be cruelly destroyed.

A strange scene flashed in Xia Mousha's mind. He saw him pointing at a person with a knife, and his knife fell and slashed at that person, hot blood sprayed his face.The cold desire revived in his life, and the evil inherited from generation to generation sprouted in his flesh and blood.In fact, from the moment he met Vulcan, his life began to develop in an unpredictable direction.

It's just that fate exists before them, and fate will not change for them.Life is never the realization of hope, but the realization of destiny.The heavy wheel rolls, it is God's millstone, it grinds slowly, but it grinds very finely, and every tiny life will never be spared.This is the pain and original sin that people are born with, and they can't change it, and they can't even ask why.

The author has something to say:

There will be a huge turning point in the future, but the obsessive-compulsive disorder is committed again. I must fill this chapter. What should I write? Dad said to comb the hair, and I added the church.Transition chapter.

The metaphor of the millstone comes from the moon and the sixpence.