Died at the age of 17

Xia Musha hesitated for a while, stared at Vulkan, and finally spoke with difficulty, saying intermittently, "Brother often reads that book." 'Suddenly in his mind came the image of his elder brother's ashes-like dark and deep eyes flashing with light and then suddenly returned to calm' I remember that when he read that book, his expression was always painful. ’ He remembered the evasion in his brother’s eyes every time he asked about that book and the author of that book’ I often asked him, but he never showed me the book, nor did he talk to me about it. Speaking of the author of that book. '

Xia Musha plucked up the courage to continue to say, 'So, can I read that book. 'He believed that, as the author, Vulkan must still have the book that he wrote down word by word.

Vulkan lowered his head, as if he was hiding something, at that moment, his eyes were full of joy, hesitation, pain, and despair.Of course, when he raised his head again, his eyes had returned to their usual calmness.His voice was very soft, inaudible, as if it disappeared with the wind in an instant." There are not many printed books, and I have a few copies on hand, but they have been lost long ago. 'His tone was so light, yet so deep, that no doubt could be allowed.He seemed to have expected what Xia Mousha would ask, and continued, 'I haven't written anything for a long time, I believe, and I will never write again. '

He didn't want to say anything more, and Xia Musha didn't dare to continue asking.After a brief silence, Vulcan raised his head again and stared at Xia Musha.In the boy's eyes, there is an eternal flame, which is the holy fire stolen from God by Prometheus, which is the love and firm belief of youth.I have great love for life and great faith in the future.

Vulcan has been thinking how wonderful it would be if he could extinguish the flame with his own hands, and destroy the boy's hope and future with his own hands.He believes that the boy loves him, he firmly believes that no one can not love him, and he also firmly believes that the boy will love him forever.

he laughed.He smiled and looked at Xia Musha, there was no more haze in his eyes, 'Let's go. Xia Musha also laughed.Where are you going? This is the doubt in his heart, but he didn't ask it out.

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The carriage stopped.The birch trees cast a luxuriant foliage.Women in gorgeous dresses held white umbrellas decorated with velvet flowers, and walked slowly, singing and singing.The gentlemen sat in the coffee shops on the street, either reading newspapers or chatting, killing the good time.

This is a beautiful paradise, this is a fairyland on earth.There is no poverty or sickness here, only joy day and night.This is the center of Paris, a cultural symbol of thousands of years, a beautiful fairyland sung by countless literati and painters, the Champs Elysees here.

Xia Mousha had no time to take care of the scenery in front of him, and could only follow Vulkan closely, he was afraid that he would get lost in the glamorous prosperity.He remembered that his elder brother often talked about the Champs Elysees, and his elder brother's eyes were full of memories.He said that even if he leaves Paris, the most unforgettable thing is the Champs Elysees.

Vulkan stopped in front of a gray-blue building, and there was no signboard hanging at the door.It was just a purple-blue gauze dress decorated with pure white flowers placed in the glass window.It was a flower made of velvet cloth. It was as bright and perfect as a flower, but it also had an eternal life.This is enough to show the exquisite craftsmanship of the owner.

Vulkan pushed open the door and walked in, and the wind chime rang softly.After a long time, the busy old tailor behind the counter slowly raised his head.He is very old, with white hair and wrinkled face.He has forgotten many, many things, but he can never forget the tailoring skills. As long as he is given a piece of cloth, he can sew perfect lines with his eyes closed.

He raised his head and squinted at the man who came, 'Master Charlotte and the friend he brought.what do you say that is. 'He recognized Xia Musha as his brother Charlotte.

'Dave, I'm Vulcan.I come here often. ' Vulcan said softly. 'This is Charlotte's younger brother, Chamusha. '

Dave, wearing a pair of reading glasses, walked in and took a closer look 'Oh, oh.vulcan.my muse.The dress I have upstairs in the window. He turned his head and looked at Xia Musha, "Your brother often comes to me to make clothes."You and your brother are so alike. '

'At that time, your brother brought this friend here, and I was shocked.For the first time, I doubted God, how unfair God is to bestow such a peerless beauty and perfect figure on a person.He has blue eyes, golden hair, oh, he must be an angel by God's side.I thought at the time that I must make a dress for him.I did. '

Vulcan interrupted Dave's chatter 'Make him a suit, we'll use it in a hurry. '

'How long?' Dave narrowed his eyes.

'tonight.It doesn't matter how much money you have. '

'No, no, not that fast. ' Dave closed his eyes, thinking about something.He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Mousha, "By the way, your brother has put on a set of clothes at my side, and he hasn't come to pick them up for a long time. It's been... ten years." Dave looked at Xia Musha in surprise.

He walked slowly behind the counter and flipped through the hangers 'Charlotte, Charlotte, found it. 'He took the clothes and walked to Xia Musha.Taking his measurements, Dave looked at Shamusha with a smile on his face when he was done, 'Well, you and your brother really look alike.Waist and bust are exactly the same.The only difference is that you are one centimeter taller than him.You should be able to wear his clothes too.Try it on. '

Xia Musha was in a trance, never said that he was very similar to his brother.When he was young, he was lively and his brother was quiet, but after leaving home, he was innocent and his brother was melancholy.Although they have similar faces, they have completely different souls and temperaments.

Xia Musha took the clothes and put them on, then he turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror.It was a dark blue coat, dotted with stripes of light-colored gold threads. It had been ten years old, but it was still as bright as new.Fits great, almost perfect.

Dave shook his head 'still a kid. Dave thought for a while, and took out a wide lace for a skirt from the cabinet, ordered white silk cloth, embroidered with white pearls, tied a knot, and tied it at Xia Musha's neckline.With his young and slightly childish face, and a messy hair.A dry, light and sweet breath like sea water lingers in the room.

Vulcan nodded. Just about to say something, Dave said, "There is no need to pay, his brother has already given the money." '

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Walking out of Dave's shop, Vulcan stretched out his fingers and gently hooked Xia Musha's hand, "Do you like it?" Xia Musha nodded.At that moment, he misunderstood. He mistakenly thought that Vulkan was asking him if he liked the cold but gentle touch of his fingertips, and if he liked him.Xia Musha wanted to say that he loved him, he loved him for a long time.It was only after realizing that it was just a question about clothes, so he nodded with a smile.

The corners of Vulkan's mouth were slightly raised, and the brilliance flowed in the blue eyes.He had just met Charlotte at that time, and Charlotte took him to order a suit for the party.When leaving, Charlotte also asked him if he liked it, and he smiled and nodded in memory.He likes, he likes everything here, like the compliments from the shopkeepers, the long shade of the Champs-Elysees Avenue, and the deep tenderness under Charlotte's melancholy.

All the memories about him and Charlotte began to reappear on him and Xia Musha.He found a new joy, a new direction, and a new hope of living.Yes, Xia Musha can give him everything.

Xia Musha stared at Vulcan, he knew that Vulcan was in a happy mood at the moment.I don't know why he is so happy.But the pure joy in Vulcan's body has already infected Xia Musha.He thought that no matter what he gave, as long as he could keep Vulkan's smile, let him forget the hurt, the grief, the hatred, and make his light blue eyes not covered with gloom, it would be great.

Vulkan took Xia Mousha's hand for a walk under the shadow of the birch, they crushed the shadow, but splashed time.They walked hand in hand between shadows and shadows, between time and time.They walked slowly, as if they wanted to hide every sweet throbbing in their hearts.

Vulcan stopped, but Xia Musha didn't pay attention and bumped into him.Vulcan hugged Xia Musha, the sweet and dry sea water filled his nostrils, he was intoxicated for a moment, and he suddenly wished that he could just hug like this and never wake up.

Xia Mousha froze for a moment, then stretched out her hand to hug Vulkan.His hand gently slid upwards along the contour of the spine, brushed over Vulkan's bony spine, thin shoulders, and finally fell on his soft blond hair.Just like when he hugged Nana and stroked her gently when he was a child.Vulcan is so thin, so thin that it makes people feel distressed. He wants to give him all his love and tenderness, and then never be separated from him forever.

The fingertips slid across the tail of the hair, and the moon-white pearl headband fell with the wind.Vulkan seemed to wake up from a dream, his eyes suddenly turned cold.He is not the boy who arrived in Paris ten years ago.He should no longer have hope for love and for the future.He looked at Xia Musha's back coldly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the blue eyes were as cold as ice.

Xia Mousha absolutely didn't know.He doesn't know the past and love and hate between his brother and Vulkan.All he knew was what he saw right now.He knew that he loved Vulcan, and he wanted to treat him wholeheartedly, to protect him, and to prevent him from suffering any harm, and that was enough.Without hesitation, he walked into the trap that Vulkan woven with love, and unknowingly walked on the path designed by Vulkan with hatred.

He didn't know that fate had chosen him, that his youth had just begun and would end forever, buried in this late spring.His fate is already doomed, he will die at the age of 17, and bury himself from now on, insensitive, without love or hatred.

Everything is beautiful at this moment, let this situation become an eternal memory.

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