Died at the age of 17

With his brother's certificate, Xia Musha took back the money stored in Paris.He couldn't forget the surprised look in the manager's eyes.He thought they were all dead, not only them, but the whole Paris society thought they were dead long ago.

He is the only son of this family, and he will inherit the countless property, reputation and status of this ancient family.For a while, he became the object of gossip in the streets and alleys, and became the prince charming of the famous lady.

Here tonight, there will be a dazzling ball to welcome the newcomers back to Paris.He invited many people, Mrs. Lawrence, Miss Emily, Mr. Owens, that group of nobles and writers in Paris, and his own... Vulcan

After three days of separation, his thoughts have flooded, drowning him like a tide.He felt that he had reached the limit, he was almost out of breath.He thought about the appearance of his lover, with long golden hair, blue eyes, bony and thin outline, and bright red blood flowing.His kindness and his cruelty fascinated him.

He saw his lover, standing in the center of the ball, wandering alone with a wine glass, but his lover was far away from him.But he still saw him at a glance.

The astonishment was the same as when we first met.My love is so beautiful today.The beauty of a lover cannot be described in words.The tenderness of the sea and the coolness of the moon are shattered in the lover's eyes.The lover's long golden hair like sunshine shines through the eternal night, like a holy fire that ignites love and hatred for no reason.

It's just that he read indifference and alienation from his lover's eyes.In the lover's eyes, there is no love anymore, only the unreachable cold distance.That is neither love nor hate.It has nothing to do with love or hate, it's just deeper than love and hate.

Xia Musha looked at the woman holding Vulcan's arm in the dark in surprise.The woman was extremely noble, wearing a gorgeous dress and light makeup, her lips were raised provocatively and coldly.Vulkan turned to look at him with a smile that seemed to melt everything.He is also gentle, but that gentleness is no longer aimed at himself.

That tenderness will never be with him again, and from now on, all that is left to him is the cold despair made of hatred.He doesn't care, he's about to go crazy in love, he wants to build a strong tower, and then surround it with a wall, to imprison his lover, and let his lover belong to him forever.

It's just that there is one more thing that he doesn't know, and he can't read it from his lover's eyes.

Just a few days earlier, police had gone to Vulkan's home.The police received a report from Bill's family.They tracked down the clues, investigated and dealt with the blond-haired and blue-eyed bastard, and got information about him from other people.

The officers froze when they first saw this startling creature.They couldn't believe their eyes. This young man with blond hair and blue eyes had absolutely nothing to do with this murder.

When he laughed, they believed in their ideas even more.This ageless young man is like the most beloved angel in front of the altar.He smiled so innocently, as pure and innocent as lake water, as if he could see the reflection of the world, which made people feel ashamed.When he heard them talk about murder, his eyes were not dodging with guilt, but the panic and bewilderment when he saw the real evil for the first time.He was like a frightened fawn.

His performance was very successful.It's just that all of this depends on himself, his beauty, the gender that has transcended, and the race that has transcended.Became the existence of the beginning of all things.He aroused the protective desire of the five big and three rough police officers.They stopped asking.

It's just that someone still smelled a faint rancid smell in the air.They followed the scent to the back garden of the young man's house, and they saw the enchanting rose blooming.It's just that Vulkan is not afraid at all, even if he is found, he still has other reasons to prevaricate.

They dug with his permission, but the stench became stronger and stronger, and blood seeped out from the ground. They were stunned and did not dare to continue digging.Later, they dug up a bloody nightingale.They didn't continue digging, but just looked at each other blankly, and then turned their heads to see Vulcan.They were amazed that the nightingale was so greedy for the beauty of the flower that she stabbed herself to death on the flower.They looked at the owner here, he was just like this tree rose, beautiful and almost coquettish.

They didn't dare to think about it any more, and they didn't dig any more.In fact, as long as they were digging a little, they could see the blood soaking the soil.It's just that they won't dig down again, and they won't come here again.

Vulkan looked at them with a pale face, as if he had seen some unbelievably cruel scene.The officers walked away apologetically.

Then Vulkan dug, and he saw empty fields of dirt.He immediately figured out the reason why Xia Musha left without saying goodbye. He actually disposed of the corpse behind his back.From this point of view, this young man is almost cute.

He laughed, a smile that was both pleasant and cruel.He looked at the rotting nightingale outside the pit, and gently picked it up.Maggots and flies revolved around him, and he was still extremely holy, as if sin could never infect him.He put the nightingale into the pit and gently cultivated the soil.

It's like treating yourself as a beautiful life sacrificed for love.He hummed a song softly, softly, strangely but beautifully.This is the music when his mother coaxed him to sleep when he was a child.His voice was very low, and he chanted the lullaby like a funeral song.He hummed like this, burying the nightingale who died magnificently for love.

Tonight's dance is like a funeral.The protagonist of the funeral is Xia Musha.

The hoarse singing of the accordion was like the wind singing by the cemetery, and the guests in black surrounded Xia Mousha in the middle, singing flashy ballads.He died, at the best age, at 17.

The golden wine cup is filled with dark golden liquid, and the group of demons dance wildly with the cup.They walked up to Xia Musha and made a toast, wishing him youth and glory.Xia Miaosha never refuses anyone who comes, but the clear wind in his eyes has already drifted away without knowing where to go.Putting on an extremely indifferent face, this is the mask that Vanity Fair created for him.

He's back, and he's back to take everything that belongs to him.

He was surrounded tightly, so he could only sit silently.He watched Vulkan dancing with a strange woman on the dance floor surrounded by gray and white skeletons.

The music was the one when they met. Vulkan's hand held the woman's hand, igniting ambiguous sparks in the dark air.

Xia Musha didn't care about everything around him, he drank coldly one cup after another.It's just that the eyes he stared at Vulkan were burning hot.He couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything.There was only Vulkan's smile in his eyes, and only Vulkan's breathing in his ears.

He watched Vulkan's hand on the woman move wildly, landed on the woman's collarbone, slid down to the woman's waist, and then continued to slide down and up and down.Like the dance he danced when he first met him.

Deep emotions surged beneath the calm.He felt a fire burning deep inside him, and no one passing by could see the smoke.He was about to go crazy, about to be driven insane by himself.Countless voices in his heart urged him to do something, tearing apart the crowd, walking to the center, embracing Vulkan, and loudly declaring his sovereignty.

The medicine in the milk and the red kiss, he has stopped using it for a long time.The drug that brought intoxication and madness, after a brief parting, played the prelude to his madness.He was already standing on the verge of collapse, and if he took another step forward, he would be in the abyss.

He was willing to jump down because he saw the light at the end of the darkness, and he saw his lover waiting for him on the opposite side.

The dance stopped, and he saw his lover lowered his head in the dark, as if turning his head and smiling at him inadvertently.Then the lover lowered his head again and kissed the woman. A long and lingering deep kiss almost tore Xia Mousha's heart.

He wanted to stop his lover, and asked his lover if he remembered the lingering and singing every night in the past few days.It's just that he didn't say it out loud, could the person standing in front of him, but far away endlessly, be his lover?He felt a tearing heartache, it was useless, even if he saw him, what could he say.

As he walked towards Vulcan, the crowd stepped aside to look at him in wonder and amusement.In all Paris, no one knew that he had been Vulcan's lover.Did this naive and almost stupid boy really think that this manipulative devil would like him?Everyone who has been watched by Vulcan, perhaps at that moment, will feel that his tenderness belongs only to him, and he has fallen in love with him.But those who fell asleep in this dream of love and fell asleep were almost dead, and there was no place to bury them.

Xia Mousha walked up to Vulkan and whispered to Vulkan, 'I'm sorry. ’ This is Charlotte’s sorry, he helped him bring it.

Vulkan raised his head and looked at him, but his eyes were instantly cold.Because Xia Musha went on to say, 'This is for Charlotte. 'He thought his heart had died a long time ago, he thought he wouldn't be in pain anymore, but he still felt the violent convulsions of his heart.However, it seems that it is not for Charlotte, but for Xia Musha.

Xia Musha's expression was so indifferent, and the pure and youthful breath dissipated from him.The strong smell of perfume covered up the fishy and salty aroma of the sea on his body.He is also so alienated, as if he doesn't know himself.

Vulkan has not yet realized that from now on, this is no longer his own revenge.But it belongs to the love wrestling of two people.

Vulcan raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the young man coldly, at the dark and deepening eyes of the young man, at the neatly combed long chestnut hair of the young man.

The rain fell suddenly, and the heavy rain poured down like pillars.Xia Musha had wanted to do this a long time ago, he firmly grasped Vulkan's wrist, took Vulcan's hand, and dragged him out of the crowd.imprison him by his side.

Eternal life will never be separated again.