Died at the age of 17

Memories surged like blood, flooding the black picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of my eyes, dimming the warm old dream of warm yellow.All self-deceptions collapsed with the awakening, and the utopia of singing birds and flowers also collapsed in an instant, revealing the true traces of barrenness.

The sky was as dark as ink, and white ashes floated in the air, tearing apart the gray dome, waiting for the birth of demons.The crow screamed, cut through the street, pierced the eardrum, and blood flowed.

That day, my mother was wearing her favorite white dress.Gold lace inlay, elegant and simple.The youngest son is curling up on his mother's lap, pulling the flower spikes on his mother's skirt, sniffing his mother's fragrance, and falling asleep peacefully.It's just that he doesn't know that the danger is approaching quietly.The gears of his destiny have already been shifted, ring after ring, and began to spin rapidly.

Dad had just returned from a party, and before he could take off his finery, the thud of his wooden heels echoed in the empty room.

'Keep down, don't disturb the children. ' said the mother in a low voice, she only thought that her husband had drunk too much, and she had no premonition of the impending danger.She looked back at her husband, only to see that his eyes were clear and he was not drunk.It's just that his eyes were burning with fiery flames, which was an abnormality close to madness.

The mother was stunned, subconsciously protecting the child.The husband didn't do anything, but walked over slowly. He stared at his wife. The birth experience made her plump and plump. The nectar of years washed her soft long hair. The passing of time made her clear eyes full Know the magic of all things.The woman is sitting with the child in the dim light, like the Virgin Mary in the statue.He didn't do anything, he just walked behind the woman's wife, hugged the woman's shiny body, and stroked the woman's soft long hair.

She was so beautiful, it was maddeningly beautiful.

Beauty is the original sin of women. Their ancestors woke up from ignorance and saw their own beauty.This is the beginning of their descent to heaven.Pure beauty stained with sex becomes evil.At the ball held in the palace, the emperor fell in love with her at first sight and wanted her to be his secret lover.

The mother raised her head and gently stroked her husband's face.The corners of her mouth seemed to be slightly curved, smiling like a child.She is as ignorant of her bad luck as she is of her own beauty.

At today's party, his father was personally received by the emperor, and he was terrified, thinking that this was the meritorious service of his ancestors and a great blessing.It's just that he never thought that His Majesty the glorious emperor was thinking about his wife.If it were someone else, he would agree without hesitation, but she is just a woman, in exchange for money and power, why not do it.

It's just that the father is different. He has always loved this woman in his arms, and he will love her forever, until he dies, and he will be buried together.He promised before God that they would be together forever.He doesn't believe in God, he only believes in love.He vowed to protect this woman for the rest of his life and not let her suffer any harm.He did it, only in the last period of her short life, he destroyed her with his own hands.

He wasn't wrong, he was just too scared of losing her.And she was his original sin, his crime, and his blessing.Fate draws a circle for everyone, we spend our whole life looking for our own way out, if we can't get out, we just walk around the circle.

He picked up the knife hidden in his sleeve and gently stabbed his wife in the heart.The golden lace was torn, and the sharp knife tore through the blood vessels, pierced into the bones, and pierced into the heart.There was an almost crazy confusion in his eyes.

The dark blood of his family ran through his young veins.Crimson evil blooms blood-red in the dusty earth.After all, he did not escape the crime. After all, he destroyed his lover and himself with his own hands.

If someone studies the genealogy of this ancient family and the cause of death of the ancestors, he will be surprised to find that this ancient family is sparsely populated, and most young men and women die young.The toxin has already penetrated into the blood, passed down from generation to generation under the flesh and blood, and the fate is doomed before birth.Both men and women are crazy, doomed to live and die for love.

The wife paused and did not speak.She just raised her head and looked at her husband with infinite love and compassion in her eyes.Her pure eyes seem to be able to see through everything, and they seem to be able to tolerate thousands of sins.She doesn't blame her husband, she believes in her husband until she dies.

She raised her head, held her husband's face in her hands, and gently kissed her husband's lips, giving him a light kiss.Her consciousness began to gradually slacken, and she began to lose sight of her lover's face.Blood gushed out from her torn wound, and the pure white gauze dress dyed red bloomed gorgeous and coquettish flowers, like a dream in which dark red paint was soaked in pure white.She gradually stopped patting her son's hand, and what remained was her last tenderness.

She looked at her refined husband's blood, and her eyes were full of despair and bewilderment.Fiery tears welled up from his eyes, mixing with the fiery blood.He whispered 'I'm sorry. ' kept repeating, as if he wouldn't stop until his wife responded.It's just that the knife in his hand pierced his wife's heart even harder.

Her eyes gradually dimmed, but her eyes were still soft.Her moist lips gradually became pale, she trembling lips, unable to say 'I love you. ' She had forgiven him as if he had never hurt her.Fortunately, she escaped the sea of ​​sin, passed away with a smile, and gained eternal life.

The son's dream is very sweet, and the mother endured the pain to protect his last peaceful sleep.Blood gushed out and rushed to his white face, gradually turning cold.He felt a cold touch and woke up.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, raised his head and looked at the purgatory scene in front of him.It's not real, it's like a nightmare.The bright red blood gradually stained the mother's white skirt, and also soaked the mother's pure body and flawless soul.The bright red blood ignited a flame that burned the warm and peaceful family picture, and tore apart the quiet and peaceful life.

It's just that it's true after all.It's just like a nightmare from which one can never wake up.I can only have continuous dreams one after another.

He looked at his normally kind father, lowered his head and wept timidly.The silver knife was still held in his hand and refused to let go.The father becomes the demon in his son's dream.The son saw the knife, it was the father, it was he who tore apart the beautiful and sweet dreams.

He got up from the bed, picked up the knife from the fruit plate on the table, and returned to the bedside.His face was indifferent and cruel, like a beast that had lost all human emotion, he rushed towards his father.It's just that he never thought that the sharp knife cut his father's throat.Blood spurted.

The father was stunned, as if he hadn't thought that his son would kill him with his own hands.Just as it is impossible for a mother to think that her husband who loves her deeply will kill herself with her own hands.Dead, it's okay to die, it's like falling asleep.Father smiled slightly, his blood had washed away his sins.He can sleep forever in the warm soil, and exchange for the eternity of life by death. From then on, he will be with his wife forever and never be separated again.

There was not much time left for father, the blood flowed out, his trachea was torn and the whining wind blew blood bubbles, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it anymore.

Evil is passed down from generation to generation in the blood, and the evil of the ancient family blooms a delicate and strange flower of evil in the young blood of the son.

Good perishes in evil.And the so-called evil can only be wiped out in the greater evil.The father kills his wife, and the son kills his father.This is the sin inherited from generation to generation, the original sin of mankind.

A perfect family is like fine china, even if it is put away carefully, it will be broken by jealousy.God does not allow the existence of perfection, God says all beings are equal.Every life enjoys joy and suffering equally.And when an imbalance of joy and no suffering escapes God's millstone and appears in the human world, God will turn the millstone of fate, grind it with his own hands, grind it into powder, and dissipate with the wind, leaving no trace of its existence.

It was like a nightmare, he wanted to close his eyes and start over again, to do it again, would everything be as good as before, his father and mother were still standing in front of him tenderly

The elder brother rushed into the room and carried him out of the nightmarish pool of blood.Charlotte didn't understand the situation. He would never believe that his father killed his mother and his younger brother killed his father.He thought it was murder by his enemies, so he fled overnight with his younger brother and left Paris in a hurry.

The elder brother seemed to have grown up at that moment, and he had to bear the burden of life.He must protect his younger brother, avenge his parents, and restore the glory of the old family.It's just that what he has always believed in does not exist. The glory he wants to recover is just a joke, and the revenge he wants to avenge will never be avenged. Even if he knows the truth, he can't kill his brother.The rest of his life became a sad joke.

Like a hurricane that whips up a valley with the flapping wings of a butterfly.No one knows how many people's destinies can be changed by just tiny desires and changes.

The dream catcher that Charlotte personally wove by the bed is still fluttering in the night wind.The sun will still rise as usual. I don’t know if it’s like the legend, when the sun rises, the nightmare will disappear along with the sunlight.It's just that the sunlight will also illuminate the sea of ​​blood that fills the room, but after all, it cannot shine into purgatory and into despair.

The picture of a good family life burned to ashes by the fire of purgatory, scattered all over the place and melted in blood, will disappear when the sun rises, and no one will remember its existence anymore.

Xia Musha did not forget everything, the reality is not that the nightmare cannot dissipate, it is just that he is deeply pressed in his heart.Now, with the surge of dark desires, it has washed away his fictional world, fictional life, and fictional happiness.

He remembered, and he was destroyed along with the awakening of memory.He died, at 17.His body was crucified and subjected to eternal torture and torture.Hope and sunshine no longer belong to him.He is already in hell.