Died at the age of 17

The journey back home was long, but it seemed like a lifetime in just one year.It is spring again, the trees are verdant, the grass is lush, and the extremely short life of the vegetation is carved into eternity in the cycle of seasons.

He was still a young man when he left, and he was already vicissitudes when he returned.Xia Mousha was walking on that road, but she had gone so far that she could no longer turn back.He burned all the enthusiasm in his life, only to exchange for that tiny bit of hope.

Nothing can stop him from moving forward, not even the sunset of the sun, nor the ups and downs of the sea.His young eyes weaved a net of sorrow, but under the net, there was a flame of determination and tenacity.He kept walking until he reached the end of the road.

The sea breeze blows the dryness and saltiness into white gauze around the fingers, and the waves hit the brown reef deafeningly. It is the life of pebbles hitting rocks, which is warm and joyful.He has traveled a long way, but what he can't forget is that the warm tide, the blooming life, everything here has replaced the fleeting Paris, which has become the background color of his soul.

At the end of the road, the tide hit the cliff, like cold fireworks, blooming in the pale night sky in an instant, and the white powder scattered in the sky, sprinkled on the world with a magnificent splendor.It was the wailing and shouting that consumed life, the aftermath of flesh and blood hitting the Stone of Destiny.

The cliffs are lined with tombstones that have been worn down by the years.The short tombstone and the shallow soil, no matter what kind of life it is, such an eternal sleep is inevitable.Human corpses are buried in the tombstones, full of flesh and blood, cold and withered, festering and shrinking, how sad it is.The once clear love and hate have been worn down by time and turned into black and white movies, no one can smell the fragrance anymore.

The passing of life, like the reversal of seasons, is engraved as eternity in the waves.Human beings reproduce eternally one generation after another, but they can only rely on the perishable tombstones to engrave the traces of their own existence.How sad.

When he was a teenager, he used to sit on the tombstone for a whole day.Sit from dawn to dusk, sit from dusk to late night, and sit from late night to dawn.

On the gray and white tombstones, there is the texture and luster of life.The vines climbed along the slope and connected the tombstones to everything. It was the relationship network belonging to the deceased, and it was the life inherited from generation to generation.A person's life is as insignificant as a drop in the vast ocean, and as short as dew disappears. In the vast universe, even human civilization is so short that it is not worth mentioning.

When he was a teenager, he ran between the tombstones. At that time, he couldn't hear what life really wanted to say to him.He often sits down on the grass by the tombstone, holds the straw in his mouth, closes his eyes, and listens to the sound of the sea.The waves were mighty one after another, crashing against the rocks, and overshadowing them with one sound.

At that time, he didn't understand anything, but the touch of the wind blowing over his nose was extremely beautiful, and it was worth remembering with his life.He felt so full and rich, he had youth, he had everything.

No one can remember the sound of the waves, just as no one can remember the humble life.The desolation of being human is nothing more than this, but how can we prove our unique existence, with love.Yes, what can prove a person's existence is not life, but love.

A life that has experienced love to death has truly gone through a complete life and has eternal value.Life is always similar, it is the myriad variables of love that give us different meanings and possibilities.

Youth is always beautiful, only a teenager can love everything he wants to love regardless of right and wrong.Even if love ends, love burns to ashes, love is unique.

Xia Musha saw a new grave on the top of the cliff, and the crooked handwriting on the tombstone looked like a child's graffiti.He gently stroked the tombstone, spelling out the name letter by letter.

charlotte.

It seems that at a certain moment, Xia Miaosha felt that her brother was standing beside her, in the most youthful, bright, and prime-of-life posture.Wearing the fancy dress for the banquet, with the pair of pearl cufflinks pinned to his cuffs, he resolutely went step by step to the feast and carnival of death.

How could he be willing to abandon himself and go alone first.He respects and hates his brother so much.The last relative in the world who was connected with him by blood also returned to the embrace of death and left him.Everything he had foreseen for a long time came in this way, and he felt extremely calm and relieved.

That person left this world with infinite nostalgia.Before long, that name would be eroded by sea wind and rain, and no one could remember where he was buried, nor would there be anything to prove he ever existed.He died a long time ago, ten years ago, his soul has long been dead, his body is burning with gray flames, waiting for obsession in the world, he can't wait any longer.The fire withered and he was gone.

Tears welled down Xia Musha's cheeks, but his smile was extremely calm and relieved.A pair of warm hands gently wiped his tears, and the man's fiery lips kissed along the tear stains, sealed his vicissitudes of life and painful eyes, and held his cold hands.

'You came. Xia Musha didn't look back, he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the tide.He could feel Vulkan's soul walking towards him step by step.

Vulcan held his hand, and the two stood together in front of the tomb. Vulcan stared at the tombstone, and the warmth from the past was rekindled.The irreproachable morbid past reappeared before his eyes like a revolving lantern.He saw them sleeping in each other's arms, he saw his fingertips picking up his long hair.All hatred and pain are purified by death, and the glass bottle of life retains extremely pure love and happiness.

Xia Musha asked in a low voice, "Do you still hate him?"

Vulkan shook his head lightly, and his answer was blown away in the wind.He used his life to repay the debt he once owed, and he paid it off.The corners of Vulcan's mouth were slightly curved, and the sparkle in his eyes was like spring water fluctuations, clear to the bottom.

The love and hate that used to be bright and fierce can be so dim and silent. They are obviously the protagonists of the story, but they are like readers watching from the outside of the story.His life ignited again, but not to pursue the traces of his love.He wanted to throw his life back in a new direction, a new direction of love.

The night is coming quietly, and the lighthouse in the distance is shining.Although it is faint, it is the hope in the deep sea of ​​despair, guiding the lost travelers to return home.It has been flickering from the ancient past to the present, and it will also be flickering in the distant future.

The siren's singing is blown by the sea breeze, guiding travelers step by step to the eternal hometown of death, come back, come back, come back to the embrace of death, and sleep forever here.

Xia Musha took Vulkan's hand and walked on the beach.The sadness in his eyes has faded, but it is almost colorless, just like the sharp edges and corners smoothed by his fate.The calm smile on the corner of his mouth reflected his peaceful heart, neither happy nor sad.

Vulkan smiled, as if the white moon was burning and exuding icy silver light, extremely pale, extremely deep, but also extremely bright and brilliant.Vulcan's smile was very warm, and his hands gradually warmed up, exuding a temperature that he had never had before.The two of them are so close that they seem to be able to hear each other's breathing, and their fiery heartbeat and pulse are forever connected together through their hands.He leaned close to Xia Musha's ear and spoke in a low voice, his hot breath seemed to be gushing on Xia Musha's face.

'do you hate me? '

Xia Musha shook his head, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the warmth and sweetness of warm yellow floated in the air.He doesn't hate, why should he hate.His youth, his love is so beautiful, why should he hate.

'So, do you love me? '

How could it be possible not to love, love is already a poison that penetrates into the bones and blood.He can doubt fate, everything, but he will not doubt love.He can never be silent about love.Loving him was the best thing he could do in his short 17 years of life.

The waves beat on the shore, erasing the deep and shallow footprints left on the beach, the footprints when we came.About fame and fortune, about wealth, all the pursuits of secular human beings disappear in the waves, only love is immortal, love is in the hearts of lovers, even if the soul falls into the deep sea.Love can still light them up.

Xia Musha led Vulcan and walked towards the ocean step by step. The place where human life was first conceived seems to be able to contain human life and wash away all human sins.They walked, walked, the faint blue liquid covered the lovers' knees, the hands held by the lovers, the waist, and the chin.

What was originally an extremely painful torture has been delayed into an unspeakable tacit understanding and sweetness between lovers.Vulkan stopped and stared at Xia Musha's face, and Xia Musha smiled at him.Then the two held hands and continued walking towards the depths of the sea.The sea water is up to the lover's nose.Lovers are submerged in water.

A soft light from the soul guides them to find each other.The resistance of the water tried to tear them apart, but their hands were tightly held, and they smiled, as if there was no pain, no sadness.Their lips touched, and they kissed crazily, more crazily than any kiss in their life, but also full of warm love.

They kissed, giving each other their last breath, their last message of love, until the last breath of air was squeezed from their lungs.Their consciousness gradually faded and blurred, and the souls of the two seemed to be fused together forever, becoming a whole, no longer distinguishing you and me, living in each other's souls.

Their love, like their sin, will not be tolerated by this world.Only two hands stained with sin can hold together, and only sea water can wash away the unforgivable sin.Time can kill everything, but it can't kill their love.

Consciousness gradually slackened, and the body returned to the deep sea.The lover's face became brighter and clearer, like a lighthouse shining weakly and softly, guiding the soul to its hometown.There is no god in this world, only destiny.

Died at 17, lived at 17.

Vulcan was 17 years old when he met Charlotte.He died at the age of 17, and hatred supported his body to walk alone in the world, burying and collecting his dead soul.Xia Musha was also 17 years old when he met Vulcan.He died at the age of 17, at the most beautiful age. Since then, his years have been engraved into eternity, like insects sealed in amber for immortality. He no longer has to endure the vicissitudes of life and wither, and live in love forever.

For us, for all living beings, dying at the age of 17 may seem like a distant dream.Our hatred is not decisive, our love is not clear, we can only waste our youth in feast after feast.It is so sad that we kill ourselves in the ordinary years and spend the rest of our lives to bury them.

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