Died at the age of 17

The blood soaked the surface of the cards and soaked into the cards, as if they had merged with the strange dominoes.The dull gray matter of those dominoes seems to have regained the luster of living things.Their flesh and bones gradually plump back to what they were when they were alive.

Xia Mousha's fingertips were moist and clean, and the place where his fingers passed, there was a gentle luster.His fingers seemed to be drawn by a transparent thread, pointing to the three cards representing his past, present and future.

With trembling hands, he took out three cards from the woman's hand and handed them to the woman one by one.The cards handed out from his hand shone with a holy luster, and gradually became brighter, and the cards he let go dimmed behind the woman, returning to a dirty and hopeless look.They don't know when they will be picked up again, blooming their own luster again.

The woman placed the three cards in front of her, and the flame of the candle suddenly lit up and flickered.The air was so quiet that it was almost condensed, and even the sound of breathing could be heard.Xia Musha seemed to have fallen into a kind of crazy bewilderment.He surrendered everything that was his, and obeyed his fate ever since.

The dominoes were turned over, and on the pale bones, strange words were engraved in bright red ink like blood.The bright red blood seemed to have just dripped from a living body, and flowed down the card, as if it was about to drip to the ground.The bright red words seemed to turn black when exposed to the air:

The first domino says 'The Fool'

The second domino says 'The Hanged Man'

The third domino says 'Reaper'

The woman has already slightly pursed the corners of her lips that did not exist.Then a long gash opened in her terrified face.The opening moved, and a low-pitched laugh sounded like a crow's neighing in the air, and the woman spoke in a low voice, as if she was singing some nameless poem.

'The fool stands on the edge of the cliff, one more step forward, one step further, and he will fall into the abyss.The hot sun above his head is the direction and the curse that belongs to his life.The beautiful white rose in his hand was gushing with the morning dew, pure, beautiful, and ignorant.His hands are empty and his bag is empty.His ignorance makes him chase bravely, even if he dies, even if he is beyond redemption. '

'The Fool is your past, simple and ignorant.You are not afraid of the danger in front of you, and you are not afraid of the future, even if there are many difficulties in front of you.Your feet are stepping on the muddy world, but your ideal is extremely holy.You are a complete idealist, and you dream of building the Tower of Babel alone on a land where no gods exist.You yearn for the future, for love, for everything. '

Xia Musha's eyes filled with the confusion and madness of an almost fanatical religious person.He stared at the woman, as if the past years were revolving around in front of his eyes.

The woman smiled, and her hoarse voice continued to come from the bottom of her throat that had been burned by the fire.

'The Hanged Man is a great brave man who sacrificed for his ideals.His eyes were extremely compassionate, and a golden holy light enveloped him.He no longer belongs to the world, and his detachment has lit himself up.He is completely free, and his life is at his mercy.His body is suffering, but his spirit is flying in the infinite air.It's just that other than himself, no one else can tell whether he has really become a god or a crazy phantom conjured up in his mind. '

'The Hanged Man is yours now.The inverted Hanged Man has his unique meaning.Hmm.....let me think.Reality is a heavy shackle for you, and you are trapped in the mud of reality, unable to extricate yourself.What made the shackles that trapped you, youth or ideal?Is it fate, or love? In such a dilemma, you imagine your freedom, imagine yourself flying in the air.The so-called happiness is just the fantasy of a crazy person, even if he thinks he is extremely sober.This is a meaningless sacrifice, and your current love will never end well. '

Xia Musha sat there motionless, with a complex expression that was almost tangled flashing on his face.He believed in women and what women said.But he is unwilling to accept the present that he cannot love forever.Even if the truth is in front of him, he will never be willing to accept it.Even if the world ridicules him, he is still the Hanged Man full of love and redemption, and he will not change.

He didn't know that he was crazy, he had always been like this, extremely persistent.It was his dark red flesh and blood, his soul that was marked with a black mark.

Vulkan sat beside him motionless, and there was another kind of deep and mysterious brilliance surging in his dim eyes.He didn't say a word, his lips were pursed, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his lips, with a hint of sarcasm.

'Death came to the world on a white horse, held high the battle flag, and harvested life.Where the horseshoes passed, the lives were burnt, and the blood flowed into the sea.The seeds of death have long been buried in the world. It is war, massacre, cholera, and malaria.The king knelt before him, but the god of death would never forgive him because of these secular offerings.The bishop knelt before him, but death would never have mercy on his faith that was not pure and sincere.There is only the child, holding a white bouquet and standing in front of the God of Death. He looks straight into the pupils of the God of Death without fear, is full of curiosity about the real face under the mask of the God of Death, knows nothing about the cruelty of fate, and hopes for change and redemption. '

The woman's withered face was twisted into a ball, and the mingled flesh stretched out." Very cute horoscope.Death is your future, and your future is the eternal night.In this world, the people you care about will leave you one by one, abandon you one by one, and forget you in the deep and hopeless dead sea.But you have an inverted Grim Reaper.This is the turning point of your fate, you will die and come back to life. In the next morning, you will wake up and you will be resurrected.Your life, your love, your youth, will be revived.Don't be afraid to open your eyes and see hell, you will meet the day again.Everything that is truly yours will be there waiting for you, never to leave. '

The confusion on Xia Mousha's face became deeper and deeper, he couldn't explain this feeling, his fate, his soul, were stripped off and displayed in front of him.It's amazing, but also creepy.He saw Death, and Death was coming towards him.He trembled, but at this moment, Vulkan hugged him tightly.

Vulkan's sharp eyes pierced the woman's body, like burning sea water, hot and scorching, "I've seen you, you look beautiful."A few years ago, you reneged on your marriage contract, eloped with a young painter, was abandoned by your lover, abandoned by your family, lived in seclusion in a foreign land, and lived in anxiety.But I don't know when you will be reduced to such a situation.The fire of the world scorches your body and scorches your face. '

The woman stood up hastily, she knocked over the glassware on the table, the flames went out, her dirty hair fell over her face.There was a moment of confusion in the room.

The corners of Vulcan's mouth curled up, and he continued, he was cruel to himself, as well as to others' You gave an answer that is universally applicable, this is a scam.If you can calculate your fate so accurately, why you can't see your own fate is a joke.So why did you set up a trick to bring us here, why don't you just say it out, say it out, maybe I will satisfy you. '

The woman fell into a kind of madness, she shook her head in the dark, but the smile on her face was bright and desolate.The wind blows open the window, snow falls in, falls on the woman's hair, illuminates the woman's face, she stretches out her black nails, looks at Chamusha, then turns her head and points at Vulcan' this is what I owe him of.As for you, you will get your comeuppance. '

The woman laughed, laughing wildly, her laughter was like howling wind, bringing endless depression and desolation.

Vulkan took Xia Musha's hand and walked out of the hut, but Xia Musha still didn't seem to be able to wake up from the dazed state.His eyes were blank, staring at Vulkan's face, crystal clear tears welled up along his cheeks, and slid down his chin, as if they had frozen into ice in an instant.

This is his hopeless love, his fruitless life.He is a walking dead, he has lost his purpose, lost his youth, lost his love, lost his strength to live.His life lost its meaning.He seems to have been lost long ago, and his body is meaninglessly living in the world.

He walked over to the bridge.Vulkan thought he was just looking at the snow scene, so he didn't follow him, but just watched from a distance.It's just that Xia Musha walked over step by step, slowly, as if offering sacrifices.A kind of numbness is written on his face, a kind of despair that has lost the reason to live, but cannot rush to death.The flames in his eyes seemed to have been extinguished in the snowy night, leaving a field of ashes, which also dissipated with the wind.

He stood by the bridge, with his hands on the cold ropes.He stretched out his hand, stepped over the low rope, flipped over, and plunged into the silent snow-covered river in the middle of the night.He was so light, falling like a ray of light into the icy water of the river.The river water only rippled slightly, and then returned to a deathly silence.It was as if such a young life had never been accepted at all.

When Vulkan saw the situation passing by, the accident had already happened quietly.At that moment not long ago, Xia Musha's hand was still in front of her, but now it turned into a phantom.He froze for a moment, then jumped into the river without hesitation, into the silent night.Let the river swallow his life.

'One cannot step across the same river twice. When you wade across the water for the second time, neither you nor the river are the same. '

The author has something to say:

About Tarot cards: I am really good at using materials to write, and a little information from my father can fully support my pretense.Thanks to my father and I for anal plots, so that I can continue to write without getting stuck.I checked the information, it doesn’t snow in Paris, but I just like the mood of snow, come on, come on, hit me, I’m not afraid, hahaha