Died at the age of 17

The dark cloud weighed down heavily, which was a punishment from God.The dark green liquid poured from hell to the world, flowing in the streets and alleys.So dark, yet so beautiful.There is a lot of sin here, and there is no redemption here.It's like hopeless sex.

Vines twine around the gray castle, and slippery moss covers the stone steps.The crows are floating in the sky, singing day and night.The once bright and beautiful flowers fell to the ground and were already festering, emitting a stench.

The roses in the garden are blooming.The petals are layer upon layer, hot as fire, burning slowly.But under the splendor, it is extremely quiet, like a quiet crimson jade, exuding a strange luster.The crimson liquid seems to be dripping from the sap-filled petals, turning into blood and nourishing the land.Eternal openness.It is the most sinful color, and it is also full of magic that tempts people to commit crimes.Like the apple of Eden, the beginning of human suffering.

A heavy stench exudes from under the rose, and the stench turns into a red factor floating in the air.That's the smell of sin.Conscience and purity have become corrupt and stink.The most loyal angels have rebelled against God, stained their hands with sin, and cast themselves into hell.Evil is rampant in the world, good is destroyed by evil, and evil is wiped out in greater evil.

The fragrance of roses makes nightingales sing here.It sang all night, and the crimson blood gushed out from its slender and beautiful neck. It could no longer sing, but it still wanted to sing the beauty of this rose.It seems to be bewitched by some mysterious power, willingly sacrificing its life for beauty.Its small body was stabbed on the sharp thorn like a rose blade, and the thorn was very deep.It struggled, in order to let the thorn pierce deeper in the heart.At the end of the pain is a sweet despair.The singing of the nightingale lingers around the roses, like a beautiful fragrance floating in the air. 【The Nightingale and the Rose】

Xia Mousha woke up very early. He stepped on the soft soil, walking step by step, with deep footprints.He smelled a thick and rich fragrance, faint at first, like a multicolored silk thread leading him towards the back of the house.The further you go, the stronger and clearer the aroma becomes.The seductive aroma was mingled with a sickening stench, like the smell of rotting flesh.

Xia Musha frowned and walked forward, attracted by the tree rose in front of her.The flower blooms strangely, the huge flower seems to be a bloody mouth, devouring life.There are many flowers in his garden, and his mother who loves gardens often works in the garden in her spare time, but the scene at that time has been forgotten along with her mother's voice and smile, without leaving any traces.

As he came nearer, he saw the nightingale on the rose.When he saw its beautiful and smooth feathers for the first time, he thought it was just sleeping on the flowers, its sleeping face was so beautiful and peaceful.It wasn't until he saw the dripping blood that he realized that the beautiful bird had stabbed itself to death on the flower.It must be envious of the beauty of the flower, and wants to be with the rose tree forever.

This beautiful and desperate gesture is the ultimate sacrifice to love.It touched the deep pain in Xia Musha's heart.This is a kind of sympathetic pain.At that time, I don't know if anyone came to restrain his dead soul.He picked up the bird, stroked its clean and soft feathers, and felt that it was dead but carved into eternal life.

He dug a shallow pit under the rose with his hands, intending to bury the loyal bird.He thought how lucky this nightingale was to be buried under his beloved flower.In this nightingale, he saw the hopeless situation where his love had come to an end and he had nothing left.

The soil seemed to be alive, pulsating and blowing bubbles, blood poured out from the ground, wet Xia Musha's hand, Xia Musha was startled, and withdrew his hand violently like an electric shock.A mere nightingale could not have shed so much blood.Xia Musha was frightened by the terrible conjecture.

He picked up the shovel inserted into the soil, and dug one by one. The dark red clay slabs were clumped together, and the color of the soil became darker as he went down, as if he had dug through the beating heart of the city, gushing out of fiery blood.He found a crimson thread, and he dug down to bring out the sack.

Trembling, he untied the rope that tied the sack, and the sinful secret unfolded before his eyes.The stench wafted out from the opening of the sack, making people sick.Xia Musha managed to restrain the desire to drop the bag and run away, and saw the torn face exposed inside the bag again.The face had been scratched, and the facial features could not be seen clearly. The surface skin had been cut off, exposing the dark flesh and bones.

The black worm flew out of the bag and was able to see the light of day again.White maggots crawled all over the skeleton, got in from the eye sockets of the corpse, and drilled out from the mouth of the corpse.This is a heavily decomposed corpse. It has been dead for a long time and buried in the ground. There is still no time to completely decompose.This is the secret of roses blooming bewitchingly.

Finally, Xia Musha couldn't help it, covered her mouth and vomited out the viscous acid water in her stomach.He felt that his mind was not functioning properly.It's just that the truth is already in front of him, and he no longer needs to think about it.

People were killed by Vulkan.

No matter how much he deceived himself, he couldn't change the certainty of the fact.These days, scenes of drugged milk and sweet kisses before going to bed flashed in his mind.His mood was a little complicated, knowing that his lover had not betrayed him, he should have been relieved, but he didn't expect his lover to give him an even bigger surprise.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't love anymore.He could not imagine how the graceful and slender hand of his lover would hold the knife and stab it into the chest of a living man.He also couldn't imagine how his lover calmly dug up the soil and buried the corpse.

How many secrets does his lover have.How much despair is buried under the corner of the lover's mouth.Before he came to Paris, what happened to his lover.These questions weighed on his heart like a boulder, and he felt like he was about to fall.

A darkness flashed before his eyes, and the past played back before his eyes like a film.It's just that the film has been blurred over the years, and the faces cannot be seen clearly.He felt the blood of his dark desire oozing from the memories, gradually filling his body.A faint excitement revived in his heart. It would be great if he and his lover could complete all of this.

The sin of loving others, let him bear it together.To love someone is to accept everything about him, including his hobbies and sins.A long time ago, Xia Musha had fallen in love with Vulkan with all her heart.He connects life with Vulcan, if it is separated, it is like a fish out of water and cannot live alone.He just wanted to figure out some things, about Vulkan's past, and about himself.

Dear Vulcan:

See the word as the face.

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.But please remember, this is just a short farewell.I can't live without you.Ten years ago, I met you, on your book.The day I met you is as memorable as meeting the sun and the sea.I picture you with countless fantasies.It's just that you are much more beautiful than I can imagine.You are wonderful, you are all the beauty in the world that I can imagine.

My body, my soul, everything about me will be yours forever.It's just that before that, there are still obstacles standing in the way of our thorough love.It's all up to me to sort it out.

Soon, I will return, with a sincere heart, with eternal love, to sacrifice my life.I hope, you will wait for me.I delusional, you love me like I love you.

Always love you Xia Musha

The letter was on the dining table, pressed in a glass vase.Xia Musha left in a hurry, he put down the letter and left his former home.

Vulkan sat at the table, looking at the letter, his eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth drooped, as cold as ice.On that letter, the handwriting was very scribbled, the ink dripped unintentionally, and the paper was wet.He read word by word, the ice on his face gradually melted, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sun shone in.His smile became more and more cruel, tearing apart the eternal sunshine and bringing a shadow.

How could he be unhappy, this is his painstakingly crafted revenge.The moment he finished reading the letter, he could already confirm that the boy completely belonged to him.The little beast he fed with honey finally grew up and could withstand long-term suffering and torture.

The turntable of fate began to roll, and the sweetness disappeared.Hate has always been accompanied by love like a shadow.Where there is light, there will be shadows, which is the endless pain behind love.

He thought he had foreseen everything, but he didn't expect that he himself would also fall deeply in this beautiful and forbidden love.He is fearless, just because he has nothing to lose, but now, he has a love that belongs to him alone, which is ignored by him.Put into the darkness by him, it will eventually decay and fester.

At the moment Vulcan saw the letter, Chamusha had already left Paris.

When I went and came, I was dressed lightly, but with a heavy heart full of love and hope.

The sun can no longer rise, tearing the dark day like night.There is no longer any hope, and all good things disappear with the sun.It's just that Xia Musha is still walking towards the sun, just like Icarus yearning for the light.Without the sun, there is no blazing sun that can melt the wax on his wings and melt the wings he has woven with love.

It's just that these pure white wings, this young, sincere and fearless love will eventually sink into the deep sea of ​​despair along with the festering body and heart.

Today's teenager doesn't know anything, he doesn't know that he will die at the age of 17, at the best age.Since then, his life has been engraved into eternity, and the fiery love and hate are intertwined, supporting his skin to walk in the world and go to nothingness.

The author has something to say:

Everyone should be familiar with the metaphor of Icarus.Overwhelmed and pursued.

Teenage charm.