Died at the age of 17

Vulkan's thin hand gently supported his chin, raised his head slightly, and whispered about his past.As he said, his eyes were filled with a kind of bleak to the extreme despair, but there were sparks of joy flashing.

'My mother is a prostitute in a small town in another province. ’ He paused, and smiled self-deprecatingly, ‘Yes, she wasn’t a prostitute, but what does it matter.Once a big shot came to our country for vacation and she got me. '

Xia Musha looked at Vulkan apologetically and said in a low voice, 'I'm sorry. ' Vulcan shook his head and said 'you have nothing to say sorry for. 'His eyes are very indifferent' She was originally the daughter of a farmer in the country, she considered herself extremely beautiful, and rejected countless matchmakers who came to propose marriage.Until I met my father who was pregnant with me.She looked forward to my birth with great anticipation.She thought my birth was enough to change her poor life.She didn't expect to get a marriage. She thought that as long as she could go to that noble family, it would be good to be a servant.It's just that she forgot her identity, she was just the daughter of a poor farmer's family. '

' She was plain, and what made her stand out from the women in the country was her long golden hair and her blue eyes.Probably the noble person she said chose her because of this.Her innocence was almost ridiculous, and with the money she had saved over the years, she brought me to Paris. We, mother and son, wandered the streets for several months, and finally found the nobleman. '

'The nobleman lives in a big house.He was not there, but his wife received us.The lady was a beautiful and kind woman. She didn't know anything about the matter, and thought we were just beggars who came to beg for food. She thoughtfully fetched water for us to wash our faces, and enthusiastically provided meals and desserts.I swear, that was the first time I saw such a big house and had such delicious food and desserts.I gobbled it up.But my mother didn't eat a bite, and looked at the woman full of guilt.She originally thought of a beating or whatever, because she was secretly pregnant with the woman's husband's child.I didn't expect to be treated so kindly. '

'Later the woman's husband came back, and the woman's child also came back, throwing herself into father's arms.The father was not angry, but lovingly scratched the child's nose.The woman also walked over, and he gently kissed her on the cheek.Such a happy family, such a happy child.I thought so at the time. '

'Then the man turned his head and saw me and my mother on the sofa.The woman with dirty long blonde hair and a pair of cloudy and dull blue eyes, and the little bastard next to her with the same blonde long hair and blue eyes.What did he think of.The housekeeper was called and pushed us out indifferently.When we left there in embarrassment, we heard the voice inside, the man was explaining something to his wife.Then the man came out, tore off a thin piece of paper and handed it to my mother, pointing to my mother to tell her to roll. '

'My mother didn't know that it was a check with a large denomination. She just thought it was an ordinary piece of paper and tore it to shreds, and took me away.After she went back, she became a boss.The money bought with her body was used to drink, her dream was shattered, but she still had a glimmer of hope, and that was me.She sent me to school to give me the best education possible. '

'She's been nice to me, but only in her waking moments, but that's usually short-lived.She was drunk and no one was cooking. She was drunk for several days in a row, and I almost starved to death. That's when I learned to cook. '

Vulkan's tone was indifferent, as if he was narrating a tragic drama that had nothing to do with him. 'As for my eyes.It was when she was drunk once, she yelled 'Why are you so like me' like crazy, and then inserted a piece of glass into my eye, and I passed out.After waking up, she hugged me and cried, and I found that I couldn't see in my left eye. Vulcan paused, but his extremely calm tone seemed to choke the person's trachea, making him unable to breathe.

Xia Musha could imagine the despair, lying alone in a quiet hut, with blood mixed with sweat pouring out, feeling that his blood was about to run dry, he lost consciousness and hope little by little.He stretched out a warm hand to cover Vulkan's left eye.

Vulcan stared at Xia Musha, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards, and smiled.This smile is very gentle.It's just that the ice-like coolness seeped out from the deep blue eyes, and was covered with a layer of cold mist. 'It's already dead, it doesn't feel pain anymore, it's so good, it doesn't need to suffer long and painful torture like all living beings, and then slowly return to death. '

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'Do you still want to hear the story? ' Vulkan's face flashed an almost cruel smile, and it was fleeting.He never let others go, let them wallow in pain in the mud of the world, gave them love and hope of life, but took them away cruelly in an instant, those who loved him also hated him, but never forgot I can't remember the tenderness of the moment he gave love.But why did he let himself go? He was cruel to others, and he was even more cruel to himself.He took a blunt knife and gouged out the old wound one by one, showing it naked in front of everyone.This is the only motivation that supports him to live up to now and continue to live.

Without waiting for Xia Musha to answer, he took Xia Musha's wrist and walked into the study.Xia Musha noticed that a painting had been hung on the wooden wall of the originally empty study at some point.Looking at the traces of dried paint, the painting is still new.Staring at the painting, Xia Mousha paused.

The painting is always an angel, he has blond curly hair and light blue eyes.His white wings were being stripped from him.The blood-red silk threads entwined around him, he fell slowly from heaven, the gushing blood filled hell, and gradually rose to drown him.His eyes are very soft, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is faint. He looks down at the world, compassionate and indifferent.

'It was painted for me by an artist who had a crush on me.He said that I was his muse, and he was willing to die for me.I like that painting, but as for him, I'm sorry, I never liked him from the beginning to the end. '

Xia Musha was shrouded in a kind of gray emotion, and fell into a deep and desperate emotional vortex.He stared at Vulkan, apart from distress, it was more of an instinctive trembling from the depths of his soul.He wanted to see from Vulcan's eyes how many secrets this beautiful man was hiding, and what caused him to be enveloped in such despair and deep hatred.

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Vulkan smiled softly, breaking the deathly silence.Xia Musha turned his face away in embarrassment, and he saw a group photo placed in the glass of the bookcase.He walked over slowly, turned his head and glanced at Vulkan's expression, and Vulkan nodded.

Xia Musha picked up the photo, the old black-and-white photo has turned yellow.In the photo, a group of young people are smiling brightly.Xia Musha saw her brother standing in the center of the photo, his eyes were very sad, but there was a kind of vitality that could not be concealed, which was completely different from the ashen silence now.He stretched out his arms to embrace a person, and that person's face was right next to his, and a colorful vitality and joy filled the whole picture.Xia Musha saw that the man was Vulcan.

Vulcan understood what Xia Mousha was looking at, 'I am your brother's college classmate, we are very good...friends. '

'This was taken when we were studying at the University of Paris, I studied literature and he studied politics. '

Nana appeared out of nowhere, walked on tiptoe, and jumped into Vulkan's arms.Vulkan gently stroked its smooth fur, and it rubbed against Vulkan's hand comfortably.He looked down at Nana, and continued to say, "We met at Mrs. Green's salon." Vulcan's eyes were deep, and he paused, falling into deep and dim memories. At that time, he was reciting Pod Lyle's poetry.His eyes are the sea of ​​indifference and melancholy, but waves of passion and vitality are rolling.He chanted, "What he flows is not blood, but the green water of Wangchuan." At that time, he seemed to be standing at the boundary between heaven and hell, infinitely close to death, and infinitely close to new hope. 'Vulcan's face flashed a simple and happy smile.He stopped, letting the ending sound float in the stagnant air, and the aroma of old memories lingered for a long time.

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In countless silent late nights, Xia Musha once sat on the beach and meditated, and the sea breeze blew the sweet and seductive aroma of wheat ears.He questioned the secret feelings in his heart again and again, and dissected his pure and clear love and hate time and time again.He wondered about the relationship between his brother and that person, and fantasized about his future with that person.Sometimes he smiled brightly, and sometimes wept loudly.Let the sea breeze mess up his hair and hit his face lightly.That strange yet familiar person has become the master of all his senses, the source of joy in his dull life, and the source of all his joys and pains.He realized love, hated, and life alone in the dark night.Occasionally he would pick up a pen and write on paper, and more, but it would always settle in his heart like the wind.

'And what about your book? ’ The voice was very soft, but Vulcan still heard it.Vulkan's eyes suddenly dimmed, condensing into sharp ice fronts.His voice also sank 'Oh?He still has it. '

Chamusha nodded,' he carried it with him when he left Paris.It was the only book he carried with him.Over the years, he has kept that book close by and reads it often. '

Vulcan's fingers tightened violently, sinking deeply into Nana's flesh.Nana was frightened and screamed very sharply. She jumped off Vulkan and hid in the den, her blue eyes filled with fear and panic.

Xia Musha was also shocked, looking at Vulcan.This is Vulkan also aware of his gaffe, and gradually restrained his cold hatred, and said gently, 'Continue talking. 'It's as if nothing happened just now.

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It's annoying, it's annoying, it's better to kill me if I press the word count, I've been thinking about it for a day, and I would rather post it every other day than press the word count.The structure of each chapter is well controlled, so the number of words is too high.

When I reach 3 words, I will apply for the list, and after 21 days, there will be a crossover list to be listed.What are you worrying about? I'm so worried.

Stand-alone is just stand-alone, it doesn't matter, I am a society, I am not afraid.