Died at the age of 17

Vulcan drew the silhouette of the boy in the darkness, the boy's curly hair, and the boy's clear eyes.The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was so pleasant and cruel.

He picked up the match and lightly rubbed it in the air. The blue flame lit up in the darkness, burning silently.His pale hands held the flames, and the fire shone on his pale face.The faint blue flame flickered in his cold blue eyes, illuminating his thin facial features, the bridge of his nose, and the cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Vulcan twirled the sides of the glass, soaking the sugar cube with a dark green liquid.The sugar cube ignited by the fire exudes a sweet and charming aroma, and soon a stronger smell suppresses the light sweetness, and a mysterious temptation fills the air.Green flames flicker, tempting people to commit crimes.

There were exclamations and gasps in the air, they never expected Vulkan to come back.That stunner with blond hair and blue eyes, that bloody devil.It was the vehicle of their dark desires, the proof of their past sins.The smile on the corner of his mouth made everyone present shudder.Even in the dark night, no one could see who they were, but when they saw the blue pupils staring at them through the green flames, they felt a chill from the depths of their souls.

From the gloomy flames in the dead night and the scimitar-like icy smile, they clearly read resentment, resentment towards God, resentment towards their environment, resentment towards everything and even despair.

Vulkan picked up the spoon, and his hatred ignited into flames, floating in the air like a butterfly from hell.The sugar cube fell into the cup full of absinthe, igniting the cup full of dark green liquid, like the water of the Styx rushing into the world.His lips fluttered slightly, and behind the emerald green liquid, he was red and seductive, and he chanted softly, "What flows through him is not blood, but the green water of Wangchuan." 'Like dark moss, like cold dark river.

Their faces changed color in the darkness, pale as death.They knew that Charlotte loved Baudelaire's poetry, and had chanted these dark and delicate passages at parties more than once.Ten years have passed, and none of them has any news about Charlotte. They thought Charlotte had died a long time ago, either in the catastrophe ten years ago, or on the way to escape.The young man with sad and dim eyes, their former spiritual leader, the center of their activities.

Vulcan's expression dimmed in the darkness, and he stared at the crowd shrouded in fear through the dark green liquid, the group of self-proclaimed writers and writers.Seeing the fear gradually appearing on their faces, he laughed, the joyful smile was almost cruel, cruel to others, and equally cruel to himself.

Literature used to be his only hope of living, and literature was his refuge in life.Relying on the beautiful dreams constructed by literature, he passed the gloomy time of childhood.He thought that from now on, his life would only be literature, and he would devote himself to literature just as he devoted himself to the revolution.He never doubted and deceived himself like this.

At the age of 17, he was admitted to the university in Paris, so he was able to stay away from his hometown, his mother, and his life of poverty.He thought that he finally got God's favor, and luck fell on him for the first time.He met the one he loved, and he who thought he would never have love in this life saw a possibility of staying together for life.He saw an ideal way of life, no suffering, no poverty, only love.He also wrote his ideal literary works, writing a beautiful utopia with gorgeous pens and simple love.

He loves literature so much, loves this illusory term, loves the forever sad person around him, and at the same time loves this group of people who weave beautiful chapters.He began to believe that all the pain came from deep love, and he began to be full of love and expectation for life.

Until that day, the person he loves the most, the life he yearns for the most, sliced ​​open his heart with a knife, obliterating his last expectation for the world with each knife.He couldn't write a word anymore, he turned into a hard stone, he could no longer comprehend the warmth and coldness of the world, and no kind of love could arouse his resonance.All he has is hatred, and he ignites the dark green hatred for warmth, living alone in the world.

He raised the hell candle in his hand to illuminate Xia Musha's face, which was a face that resembled Charlotte.The dark green fire streaked across his dark chestnut curly hair, his pearl lace bow tie, and his dark blue coat, and went out with a snap.

This is just the beginning.

The air pressure suddenly dropped, and the cold air strangled people's throats, almost suffocating.There were heavy panting sounds in the air one after another.Whispers echoed in the air like a frying pan.From now on, they will always be in the dark, haunted by the shadow of hatred and desire.Erinines returned to the world, sang the song of death, and the world turned into purgatory.

Vulcan took Xia Musha's hand and left the room.He didn't look back, as if saying goodbye to the past.It's just that the smile on the corner of the mouth shows that this is not just a farewell, but more like a declaration of war and the beginning.

Last time, blood gushed out of his body, turning into dark red threads and entwining him.His soul left his body, and in a sober way, he watched the people he once admired leave him one by one.

This includes his lover.

He reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, smiling embarrassingly and timidly.He stared at Charlotte for a long time, but didn't dare to look up into his eyes.He choked up and couldn't speak, as if trying to escape something, he turned and left.Yes, he is not the mastermind of the farce, nor is he the victim of the tragedy. His remaining sin is to stand on the sidelines of his lover's suffering and refuse to save him.

It is the sin of loving others to refuse to save them.Lovers carry love and hope on their shoulders, and they should return it in return.

The essence of his crime is not evil, but cowardice, a fear of losing his current life, a fear of losing his lover.In fact, the essence of compassion is a kind of powerless cowardice, a cowardice towards life and circumstances that cannot be changed, a cowardice towards the unknown darkness, and a cowardice towards human nature.

Vulkan's last hopes were brutally shattered and dissipated in the darkness.

But today is different, he no longer leaves sadly, but leaves under people's fearful eyes.

Xia Musha looked at Vulkan beside him, feeling a little strange, he couldn't explain the feeling.The moment we met, we were familiar with each other like a lingering lover from a previous life.The longer we get along, the more we see the shadow behind the glory.But what does it matter.

Vulcan smiled under the dim streetlight, his smile was still bright.At that moment, Xia Musha felt that everything seemed to lose its meaning, but Vulcan became the meaning of everything.

Vulkan slept in the same room where Charlotte had slept.

A long bookshelf leads to a wooden desk at the far end of the room.Desks and shelves filled with old books.On the bookshelves, there are modern literature in thick shells and hardcovers, and there are also copy copies of ancient books found in the second-hand book market.There are famous masterpieces by well-known writers, as well as travel notes by unknown poets.Some of the covers were so torn that they were barely bound with cotton threads.In the corner between the desk and the wall, there is a violin, which is already covered with dust.

Under the dim light, Vulcan bent his fingers to unbutton his shirt. His movements were slow, but not slow, and instead had a different kind of temptation.The corners of his mouth were slightly bent, and he gently pulled off the moon-white hair band. The hair band and the silk shirt slipped off his body and fell to the ground, like a quietly blooming epiphyllum.

It seems to be thinner than expected.The soft light illuminates Vulkan's side face, and also falls on his thin and pale outline, just like the goddess of beauty in Greek mythology.Xia Musha's face turned red, then he suddenly lowered his head, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep with his clothes on.

Vulcan froze for a moment, then smiled and lay beside Xia Musha.Xia Musha's outstretched hand paused in the air, and landed on Vulkan's hair, gently stroking it, then his hand fell to Vulkan's waist, and Vulkan curled up in his arms Like a golden cat.He felt the ups and downs of Vulkan's heart, and felt his shallow and even breathing.

Xia Musha didn't have any other ideas. Vulcan was his religion and the god he believed in.All his actions are in love and awe.He lowered his head, planted a light kiss on Vulkan's forehead, and then closed his eyes.

Vulkan didn't fall asleep, he opened his eyes in the dark, only looking at Xia Musha coldly.Countless midnight dreams, he fantasized about Charlotte lying beside him like this, holding a silver dagger in his hand, cutting open his chest, piercing his lover's heart, and then he opened his eyes in pain.There is no more annoying pity and sorrow in the lover's eyes, only deep fear and despair.Vulkan's blue eyes flashed a dim light in the darkness, and the corner of his mouth evoked an excited smile.How wonderful it feels to watch the only person you've ever loved in your life slowly die in despair before your eyes.

Xia Mousha fell into a deep sleep.Vulcan smiled and took out the silver dagger from the drawer at the head of the bed, gently outlined the outline of Xia Musha, then slid down his chin, stopped at the protruding part of his throat, and continued to slide down, falling to the beating heart.

Vulkan approached Xia Musha, and the fresh and clear breath of a young man filled his nostrils.Vulcan fantasized that the blood gushed out from the boy's heart, exuding a sweet and fragrant fragrance.

Sensing the approaching danger, the sleeping boy frowned.Vulkan raised the dagger high, then put it down suddenly.He suddenly changed his mind.It would be too violent to let the young man die easily.He wants the young man to fall in love with him thoroughly, center on him, live for him, live for him, and die for him.Then he abandoned the boy and let him experience the heart-wrenching and never-ending torture.

Vulcan's dagger made a small cut on the boy's face, and he licked the blood oozing from the boy's face.In his mouth, the sweet fragrance filled his mouth and his heart, and there was a long-lost warmth in his dry heart.

His lips were red and gorgeous, blooming like roses watered by blood.Blood ran across his pale face and ran down his chin.He panicked like an angel unintentionally infected with evil, but when the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he looked like a bloodthirsty demon.