Died at the age of 17

Hands wearing black lace gloves raised the dark red curtains, and a pair of deep dark golden eyes silently watched everything in front of them.There was an imperceptible smile on her dark red lips under the black veil.

"Stop," she whispered to the driver.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the maid got out of the car and walked in front of Xia Musha and the girl, put down a few silver coins of not small value, picked up the little girl's basket, and then turned to look at Xia Musha, "My wife invites you to go to the mansion. Go to dinner."

Xia Musha glanced at the little girl, the little girl smiled gratefully at him and the woman, then leaned away and left, Xia Musha followed the maid into the car.

In the car sat a lady dressed in black.The exquisite figure under the luxurious black sarong, and the red lips half covered and half exposed under the black veil.Even a heavy mourning dress cannot conceal her elegance and beauty, just as soil cannot conceal the fragrance of roses.Opposite the lady sat a young and beautiful young lady, she was wearing a gorgeous white dress, with layers of lace piled up, embellished with moon white pearls and velvet flower clusters.

Xia Musha smiled, bowed down and kissed the lady's hand, then turned around and presented the iris bouquet in her hand to the beautiful young lady. The young lady pinned the flowers on her long dark chestnut hair, bowed her head Smiling shyly.Madam smiled, took off her veil, and looked at Xia Musha.

What kind of face is under the veil.Deep eye sockets, full red lips, tired and gentle and beautiful face, no vicissitudes of age can be seen.

"Wouldn't it be distressing for you to exchange the bouquet you bought with pearls and give it to her?" Xia Musha realized that all the wives just saw it.

He shook his head and smiled as clear as water, "How could it be? How can you feel distressed when you give flowers to a beautiful woman."

Pink and white petals fluttered and fell all over the road, and the carriage crushed the petals and moved slowly towards the villa.Pushing open the heavy iron gate, the carriage stopped in front of the building, the wife walked out of the carriage with the lady on her arm, and Xia Musha followed behind.

The servants arranged the lady's house in an orderly manner, and the maid put irises in vases and placed them on the dark red wooden table.Then she took a look at Xia Musha, took him to sit on the chair in the living room, and didn't say much.At this time, the lady and the lady had already walked back to the room, leaving Xia Musha alone.

Xia Musha sat on a chair and looked around the room, guessing the identity of this lady.His elder brother once taught him how to judge. He rubbed the handle of the wooden chair and looked at the silver teapot on the coffee table. The solemn family crest and the letter Lawrence were engraved under the lid.He thought of the Lawrence family that his brother had said, the earls inherited from generation to generation.Thinking of the lady's black clothes and light makeup, it seems that the legendary Earl Lawrence has passed away for a long time.

He is in a small provincial town, but he is familiar with the celebrities and nobles in Paris, as well as various etiquettes. This is the foresight of his elder brother Charlotte, so that even if his younger brother returns to Paris, he will not be at a loss, but calmly deal with it without losing his demeanor. .

The banquet began soon, with red tears dripping down from the silver candlesticks, and the light was dim and soft.The guests came in twos and threes, the men in smart coats and bright silk ties, the women in the most splendid dresses, and the room was full of jewels.

Xia Musha is like a child who opened his eyes to see the world for the first time, looking at everything with novelty.Nobody here knows him anyway, he thought.When he just picked up the food and was about to put it in his mouth, a middle-aged gentleman raised his wine glass and toasted him with a smile.Then a lot of people came, both men and women, the men were okay, the women just took a sip, but Xia Mousha had to drink a whole glass.

Xia Musha smiled wryly and drank one cup after another.My brother had never told him about such a situation, nor had he ever thought about it.Behind the pretense of calm is embarrassment.He couldn't figure it out.It turns out that the people here regard him as an upstart who has just stepped into the social scene, and he is either rich or expensive to appear at the Countess Lawrence's banquet. Of course they want to curry favor.

Finally free, Xia Musha's clear and bright eyes flickered, he turned and walked upstairs, up the long stairs one after another, reached the top of the building, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and there was a wide terrace.Xia Musha breathed a sigh of relief, brushed the messy hair on the eye frame, the clear moonlight was reflected in his clear pupils, and a slight blush appeared on his fair face.

"You are here." A voice sounded from the other end of the night.Like the nocturne played on the Vatican, and like the sound of a harp, it is as clear as water and like moonlight.

Xia Musha raised his head and looked at a man sitting on the high edge of the wooden terrace. The man turned his head, and the moonlight shone on his face like light silk, covering his face with a hazy veil.

Her long, soft golden hair was tied with a silver-white ribbon and fell on her shoulders. Her ivory-like porcelain-white skin shone with luster, and the bridge of her nose protruded into a deep outline.His lips were thin and curled upward.There is a lustrous luster on the lips, which is full of honey and blood.

And his eyes, blue and deep, are the reflection of the world, as if they can understand people's hearts.Even the Creator was aware of his excessive preference, and a layer of gray-white shadow was cast in one of his pupils.The tenderness of the sea and the sadness of the moon were crushed in his pupils.

He is the golden narcissus with dewdrops condensing by the deep blue pool, and the indisputable goddess of beauty from ancient Greek mythology.

Xia Musha took a deep breath, he felt the unsettled fluctuations woven by the purest and most complex material in the depths of his heart, as if he was shocked by a breathtaking beauty and breathed in deeply. That breath.He must have met him somewhere before, and fell in love with him a long time ago, as if it was the evil desire of the previous life, but now he is a human being in the second life.But, now he can't remember.

The man looked at him tenderly, the mist flowed like moonlight, as if he was staring at his long-lost lover, as if he had seen him before.Yes, he can forget so much, their love is so unforgettable, so deep, so desperate.

It's just that that person also knows that the him in front of him must not be the one he loved back then.When he met him back then, he must have been about the same age as the boy in front of him. What a wonderful age, a boy as clear as water, with an eternal flame of love burning in his eyes.But now, they are all wandering in the world with their exhausted bodies riddled with holes, and their souls are dying.

Xia Musha finally remembered who the person in front of him was. He had loved this person silently for so many years, and he went to Paris alone to find this person, the pencil portrait on the title page of his brother's book.Seeing the person whom he misses all the time, he tried ten thousand possibilities for them to meet.It's just that this moment came so suddenly, but he couldn't speak.

It was the man who spoke first, "Austin always likes to do these tricks." He muttered softly, as gentle as a lover's murmur.

Xia Musha realized in an instant that Austin was the name of the hostess of this manor.That beautiful and noble Countess.Could that widow be the lover of the man in front of her?

The man jumped down from the terrace, clapped his hands lightly and gracefully, "The banquet, it's boring." There was no question in his tone, as if he didn't expect Xia Musha's answer at all.He stared at Xia Musha with gentle eyes, but soaked in the vicissitudes of time.

This person has the same aura as that of his elder brother, and this aura is like the fusion of two fragrances, as if this person has been with his elder brother for a long time and has established a secret and intimate relationship.This is the secret that his elder brother hid behind his back. There was a faint strange emotion in his heart, or it could be called jealousy. He couldn't tell whether he was jealous of his elder brother or the person in front of him.

"I'm Charlotte's brother."

"I know." The man's smile restrained, his expression was flat, he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy, "I'm Vulkan."

Vulcan, Xia Musha silently read that person's name in his heart, and the beautiful rhythm flowed on his lips and teeth.

The violin struck the first note, the piano sounded slowly, and soft music floated from downstairs.

Vulkan smiled and asked Xia Musha, "Do you want to dance?"

Xia Mousha nodded subconsciously, but felt guilty in her heart.He couldn't explain this feeling, the person he was thinking of day and night stood in front of him and invited him to dance.

Vulcan walked over to hold Xia Musha's hand and walked towards the hall.

Xia Musha felt Vulkan's jade-like hand holding his fingers, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head, and he was in a trance.

When Vulkan walked into the hall, everyone raised their heads and stared at them. Their eyes first focused on Vulkan's face, and then looked at the young man beside Vulkan. Compared with Vulkan, this one was nothing. The strange young man was amazed and envious at the same time.Now it's their turn to speculate on Xia Musha's identity.

Countess Austin was half-lying on the red sofa in the middle of the living room, her daughter was sitting closest to her, and a group of female guests sat around her, carefully looking at her face.She also raised her head to look at Vulcan and Xia Musha, with a sly smile on her face, then she raised her round fan and covered it gently, holding her daughter Emily in her arms.Emily's face dimmed, and the edges of her eye sockets seemed to be dripping with tears.

Vulkan snapped his fingers lightly, but it spread far in the quiet air.The conductor of the orchestra lightly raised his hand, and the bandoneon in the corner on the left played briskly. The countess smiled, called the castanets, and played along with the rhythm.

Vulcan seemed to be the master here, and he led Xia Musha straight to the dance floor surrounded by pink cherry blossoms and light blue irises.

Xia Mousha had no time to listen to the rhythm of the music, he vaguely listened to the rhythm of the bandoneon, and the violin played magnificently.He had the impression that his brother had also played this piece.There is no piano in the countryside where they live in seclusion. My brother teaches him music with a guitar.The bright, jumping yet deep and mournful tune is definitely tango.

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