Died at the age of 17

A gloomy carol floats in the dim morning light, and the light presents a silky texture in the milky white morning mist, weaving an impenetrable net and covering the lovers.

About hopeless love and the future.

Vulcan was not asleep, sleep was not essential to him.He can sit alone in the dark night until dawn.He lowered his head and gazed into his lover's face.The face of the lover showed a kind of gray from excessive blood loss, and only the shallow breathing sprayed out a sickly blush, indicating that the lover was still alive.Last night's blood had scabbed her lover's long dark chestnut hair.The lover's slender neck is wrapped with layers of intertwined white gauze.

He held his lover's hand, and the lover's hand was tightly wrapped with gauze.He remembered what the doctor said last night, that his boy was really lucky to escape death.He thought he was really lucky, there was a person worthy of his love who crossed the thorns just to stand in front of him.

A pair of soft and gentle hands knocked on the door.Vulkan thought it was a nurse checking the wound, so he went to open the door, and standing in front of the door was his unmarried wife.Vulkan frowned, showing undisguised disgust.

He stood at the door and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?" He locked the door frame with both hands and didn't mean to let Emily in.

Suddenly, two lines of tears poured out of Emily's eyes. She looked at Vulkan with a bewildered look, and her voice could not conceal the sadness that could be expressed, "I'll see my brother." ,is it not OK'

Last night, she got the news from the groom she bribed. Her husband went out with her little brother. For some reason, the little brother's throat was cut and his life was dying.She stayed up all night, waiting for the dawn.Her worries and worries were mixed with a kind of ecstasy and hope.

She was not worried about her little brother's life or death, but worried that after this incident, his little brother would completely snatch Vulcan from her life.It's just that her worries were nothing compared to her ecstasy.She secretly hoped that her little brother would sleep forever like this, and then Vulkan would belong to her alone from now on.

Vulkan has no reason to stop Emily, after all, she is Xia Musha's own sister.Vulkan had every reason to believe that she would never hurt her brother.It's just that when Vulcan turned around and walked to Chamusha's window, he didn't pay attention to the cold smile on Emily's face.For love and for her husband, there is nothing a woman can't do.

Emily's belly was already protruding, and she was already clumsy and difficult when she sat on the chair.She lowered her head and leaned closer to her little brother's face, her warm lips leaning against his face in an intimate manner.It's just that no one will see the indifference and alienation on her face, her dream was once again disillusioned, and she felt the weak breathing of her little brother.But when she looked up, her smile was still bright and moving, it didn't matter, she could still make him die.

She turned around to look at her unmarried husband, and smiled at him with a gentle, gentle smile.Dark chestnut hair fell over her face, accentuating her delicate silhouette.Like the Madonna stepping out of the icon.It's just that she didn't realize that no matter how charming and holy she was, her lover would still remain unmoved.

'I am pregnant. 'Her soft voice is like a blunt knife, tearing the veil of dawn.

Vulkan nodded, his eyes were dark and gloomy, like a pool of stagnant water, making it hard to see what he was thinking.There was a provocative smile on the corner of his mouth, waiting for Emily to continue.He thought he was talking about breaking off the engagement, because he couldn't think of it.

Emily also laughed, with a sinister and cruel smile, revealing a touch of coldness.The corners of her mouth curled up like a knife's edge, 'It's yours. '

The air fell silent, as if it had condensed into ice in an instant.Vulkan laughed out loud, like the sound of wind chimes but with a sense of ridicule, as if Emily was talking about some absurd joke.It is impossible for him to have children.

Emily waited for Vulcan to stop, then looked at him quietly, and said calmly without sadness or joy, with self-deprecation that couldn't be concealed in her voice, "Do you remember the night when you came back with your little brother in your arms?" You have a glass of wine.Do you wake up the next day with a splitting headache and can't remember what happened that night? Are you also wondering because you rarely sleep.Haven't you ever wondered why'

As early as the first time she saw Vulcan, Emily felt that she was hopelessly in love with him.For the rest of his life, he is destined to live and die for him.Her girlhood, her kindness and innocence, were so fleeting and disappeared, her life stopped at that moment.This is the sin of her life, but also the blessing of her life.

She felt Vulcan's life pulsating in her body all the time, she felt extremely hopeless and extremely happy, and she felt that two opposite contradictory emotions coexisted in her flesh and blood.Everything she did after that was so high-sounding, crowned with the name of love and holiness.Love has always been so selfish.She has been making mistakes for the rest of her life, but no one will tell her how to live is right, she has already lived too lonely and too tired.

She turned and left like a breeze, but what was left behind was filthy.

Vulcan looked at Emily's leaving back, but his eyes were extremely gloomy and desolate.He felt that his fine wine had been overturned, but it smelled of bitter vinegar.He still remembered the first time he saw Emily, lying in a pool of blood, so fragile, but so beautiful.He rescued her because he smelled the same kind of breath in her.In fact, he didn't intend to hurt him, he just seemed to use her love to complete his revenge.

It's just that fate is like a precision instrument, once it starts running, it can never stop.Until it falls apart and rots and crumbles.

These days Emily also often accompanied her little brother, she put away her resentment and hatred, and put on a soft smile.She is like an angel, and the shadows of the world seem to never be able to stain her eyes.Her outline, again flashed a holy light, a maternal light.

The moment Xia Musha woke up, Emily was sitting in front of him, with a gentle and low voice, reciting a poem with beautiful rhythm.

These days, Xia Mousha is sometimes sober and sometimes hazy.He couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.He dreamed of his mother sitting beside her, reciting soft poetry, and of his sharp knife piercing his father's throat.When he woke up, he often laughed loudly, sometimes wept softly, and fell into a kind of wild hysteria that he couldn't extricate himself from.

The wounds on his body gradually healed, but the rift in his soul could never be healed.He has fallen into a kind of madness, and his emotions are no longer under his control.All the things that happened before seem like a lifetime away.

There was a rare time when he woke up and saw his sister sitting next to him. He moved the corner of his mouth and wanted to smile, but the sharp pain in his neck prevented him from doing so.The younger sister smiled, her smile was bright and pure.

He looked at his sister's innocent smile, as if he had returned to the time when his sister was holding his hand and leading him to travel together.It's just that he couldn't ignore his sister's gradually swollen belly, as if a memory from another life had awakened in his mind, he remembered the marriage contract between his sister and his lover.There was a burst of sadness and guilt in his heart.

My sister handed him a sharpened pencil and a roll of paper so that he could write something.He was in a trance for a while, this was his lifelong pursuit, how could he even forget himself? He felt a faint sadness, and the inspiration he had been looking for all this time came to him at this moment.

It was as if a nameless and shadowy god held his hand, writing words beyond the very concept of his existence.Those words did not belong to him. After he wrote them, they seemed to become part of the real existence of this world, with their own life, which could not be destroyed or taken away.

When he was sober occasionally, he used writing to vent his painful emotions.He enjoys this state very much, as if he can let go of everything.With gushing emotions and a quiet state, he has reached a rare peak in this way.The corners of his mouth were slightly curved upwards, but his smile was full of desolation.In just one year, he seems to have gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes.In his young skin, there lived an old soul, whose splendor was gone, and the years withered.

Nothing can arouse his emotional fluctuations, neither love nor hate.He felt that his emotions were like impurities floating in the water, gradually settling down, and as his pen fell on the paper, it also settled in time.He seemed to be on the verge of recovery.

These days, Vulkan is also thinking, thinking about a problem that is destined to be unsolvable.

He leaned against the door and watched Emily fall asleep beside Xia Mousha's bed. Her sleeping face was so beautiful, and that innocent and innocent posture seemed to be able to tolerate all sins.Xia Musha lowered her head and was just writing something, her eyes were clear but filled with sadness and gloom that could never be washed away.He didn't know what he was thinking, he only knew that the answer to all his questions was negative.

It seemed that everything in the world could be forgiven except him.Because he is the root of all evil, he is the water of bitterness, he is the root of evil.It was he who should leave.He wondered if if he died, the darkness of this world would end, and from then on, those who loved him and were hurt by him would return to the true and happy state of life

He was lowering his head in the shadows, but no matter how much pain and struggle he went through, he couldn't shed tears anymore.He laughed, someone said he was more suitable for laughing, he smiled beautifully.It's just that when he laughed, it was like cutting open his own wound with a blunt knife, but he was so awake in pain.