Died at the age of 17

Vulkan glanced at Xia Musha, and asked in a low voice, "Are you ready?"

Xia Musha shook his head honestly, Vulcan's eyes flashed dimly, he smiled softly at Xia Musha, and walked to the center of the dance floor gently holding Xia Musha's hand.Xia Mousha stared at Vulcan's eyes. The two eyes, one bright and one dark, shone with the faint blue light of iris, and they were shrouded in morning mist, which made people enchanted.

Mrs. Lawrence tapped the castanets in her hand in a tense and rapid rhythm.Vulcan put his arms around Xia Musha, one hand fell on Xia Musha's shoulder, and slid down along the shoulder blade to land on his waist.Xia Musha felt her breath being deprived, and bright sparks flashed from her most sensitive nerves.This is a fiery and extremely aggressive love, and Xia Musha still can't help herself completely falling into this dangerous love.

Vulkan's other hand held Xia Musha's hand high, and the bright light shone on his pale hand. The dark blue blood vessels were like vines of poisonous flowers, entwining him and tightly entwining his body. Dance partner, flashing a deadly allure.Vulcan's feet rubbed against the ground and retreated quickly, and Xia Musha followed his footsteps back in panic.

Xia Musha just breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning.After a brief pause, Vulkan's footsteps fell like raindrops, landing in the interlaced space.And Xia Musha's footsteps were completely messed up, he was like a puppet who lost his soul at the mercy of Vulcan.Vulkan under the lamp is like a cursed elf, his beauty is so strange and pale, and his beauty is shocking.

There was a blank flash in Xia Musha's mind, and he suddenly remembered the pure and light tune of the acoustic guitar.In an early memory, he remembered that he had learned this dance.He was dancing alone with the moonlight in his arms, while his elder brother was playing the piano beside him.He still remembers the silent and desolate flickering of his eyes when his brother gently plucked the strings.He danced and danced like this, with little bits of moonlight, bright and beautiful like an elf, the rhythm was getting faster and faster, and his dance steps were getting faster and faster, probing on the edge of danger and taboo, searching up and down in the ocean of love.

Xia Musha paused for a moment, and he jumped up according to his own rhythm, like dancing with the moonlight, he had unknowingly got rid of Vulcan's control, one of his hands turned over, and the other Quietly held Vulcan's waist.He took control of the dance.

Vulkan smiled, starlight gleamed in his azure blue eyes, and in the other eye pupils, gray and white shadows shone with the luster of ancient silverware under the bright light.He gazed gently at Xia Musha's eyes. In Xia Musha's deep eye sockets, the dark flames intensified into a prairie fire, which would never go out.Vulcan didn't fight any more, he slowed down and jumped up following Xia Musha.

The rhythm of the music suddenly became more intense.Mrs. Lawrence's castanets strike a chaotic and ardent rhythm, like the most brilliant fireworks burning to the uttermost.Vulkan's soft footsteps became even more enchanting, his legs slowly wrapped around Xia Musha's, sliding and jumping.His legs seemed to be tightly attached to Xia Musha's, but there was always a little distance between them, separated by a layer of thin air, teasing and seducing.The staggered footsteps of the two soon became light and shadow.Vulkan spun, and the moon-white silk shirt flickered in the air, making a crisp sound like cracking silk.

Xia Musha hugged Vulkan tightly, his hands tightened suddenly, and he held Vulkan tightly in his arms.He was panting, his chest was heaving and rising, and his heart was beating violently and rapidly.He thought of the person he had loved for so many years, and the beautiful but unreal phantom in his heart was actually embraced by him at this moment.He didn't want to let go of his hand, he was afraid that if he let go, he would wake up from the dream, and this elf-like man left him as quietly as the moonlight that night.

Vulcan gently hooked Xia Musha's neck, his lips moved slowly with his hand, kissed the crystal sweat on Xia Musha's neck, kissed his trembling chin, and lightly touched his lips , on Xia Musha's lips, a light kiss fell.A dryness as fresh and sweet as the sea filled his senses.Then he slowly let go of his hand and stepped back.Retreat to the shadows under the lamp.As if he had thought of something, his eyes dimmed instantly, the charm and love before were all annihilated in the darkness, and he fell in the shadow of memories.

He remembered that many years ago, he also danced this dance with someone.He was only 17 years old at the time, and he had just come to this city not long ago, and he had just fallen into a heart-wrenching love puzzle.That is because they are still innocent and innocent, and they have nothing to do with the cruelty and harm in fate.At that time, their hundredfold mutual understanding and tacit understanding made sweetness, but they all disappeared in the dark shadow.How ironic it is to leave a nearly broken and tired disguise and a heart full of holes.

The air freezes into ice.Mrs. Lawrence's applause broke the silence in the air, and slowly sounded in the air.A sly and pleasant smile flashed across her face 'Okay. 'Her gorgeous face, which was lightly covered with a round fan, revealed the tiredness and vicissitudes of an ordinary middle-aged woman.

After so many years of peaceful life in Gujing, there should be a storm.The grievances and grievances of the young people are left to the young people to resolve themselves.Isn't it a joy to see Charlotte's younger brother return to Paris with the glory of their family.She has long seen through that this is just the calm before the storm, the beginning of a bloody storm.

Interestingly, people with excess energy will always go after one carnival after another when the night is deep, igniting their lives, burning their blood, and even disappearing into thin air.To be alive is to play, to stimulate, to feast one after another, and to have carnivals one after another.It should have been seen through long ago, but no one is willing to see through it, and live and die dreamily in the luxury and gold fans weaved by themselves.

Thunderous applause pierced the silent night sky of the villa, and the air was ignited by a dark fire.The guests knew that this heart-pounding dance would be one of the most talked about stories in Vanity Fair Paris.

The guests were whispering to each other, with secret and malicious smiles flashing on their faces, but they seemed not surprised by the last kiss but were used to it.In their naked eyes, it seemed that the two of them had already been stripped clean.People with discerning eyes are envious of Xia Miaosha having such a blessing, a fledgling little boy will be the guest of honor at Vulkan's house tonight.Someone keenly noticed that the young lady of the Earl's family was no longer in the room.It is no secret that Vivienne, the daughter of the Earl's family, has a crush on the lover of the Earl's widow.

Who doesn't know Vulcan here, he is the darling of the upper class, the most gorgeous decoration in the salon.He was surrounded by men and women of high society.He claimed to be a writer, but did not write any works.It is not clear whether his beauty made him where he is now, or whether his beauty concealed his talent.He haunts the salons of high ladies and the lowest brothels.He never rejects anyone, he can be with the earl's widow day and night, and at the same time play a house-playing game of love with the earl's daughter.He is the lover of playboys and the lover of beautiful young women.

Perhaps some people in the literary and art circles here will also know that almost all famous musicians, writers and painters have slept with him, and he will always come.He loves being a writer.He published a collection of poems in his early years, which was not printed much, but it can be said that he is full of talent.But now I often write some things, but most of them are too embellished, too decadent and extravagant, and seem nonsense.

Of course, these are still a small part of the rumors.Some said he was extremely wealthy, some said he inherited the property of 'American uncle' or 'some widow', some said he was a prostitute in a high-end brothel, and exchanged huge sums of money.His first grand appearance in the social circle was when he bought the house of a fallen nobleman.

What's more, he said convincingly that he was the one who committed the extermination case that shocked Paris ten years ago.The death of the husband and wife of that family was extremely tragic, and the two young masters of that family were also missing.It was rumored that he had a close relationship with the eldest and young master of that family and killed their family only because of his greed for wealth.

It's just that for bystanders, no matter what kind of rumors it is, it only adds to his mystery and charm.

He has long blond hair made of sunlight, and he is the most favored angel by God's side.He is a fallen demon from the altar.With the face of an angel and the soul of a devil.

It was Xia Musha who walked over first, held Vulcan's hand tentatively, and led him out of the room.They walked around the house to the shed where the carriages were parked.

The moonlight is bright tonight, and in a dark corner not covered by the moonlight, in a deeper shadow where shadows overlap, sits a little girl.Xia Musha recognized that it was the earl's daughter Vivienne, who was sitting buried in the darkness.He walked over and gently stroked the little girl's long dark chestnut hair.The little girl sobbed and refused to lift her head.

'Look, you have the same curly dark chestnut hair as your brother. ' The little girl stopped sobbing.Xia Musha was in a trance for a while, if his sister was still alive, she should be about the same age as this little girl.He liked this little girl very much. In his brief but deep impression, she was well-behaved and silent, quiet and introverted, and extraordinarily sensible, but in his eyes, she was still a child.He thought of his sister, the little girl who was always mischievous, the one who always held his coat and shouted 'Brother, brother. 'Let him take her out to play with the little girl.

'Don't cry, you won't be beautiful if you cry. 'He fumbled in his pockets, but there was no handkerchief, and he stretched out his sleeve to wipe the little girl's tears.The little girl looked up at Xia Musha.Xia Musha looked at the little girl's red eyes with distress, but she didn't know that she was the culprit who caused the little girl to cry, the root of all evil.

At this time, Vulcan, who was standing aside, handed Xia Musha the neatly folded handkerchief, and when Xia Musha took it and was about to wipe the little girl's tears, the little girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the handkerchief standing in the moonlight. Vulkan down.She trembled, stood up, and ran away without looking back.

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