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past? "

Ares still refused, and his attitude was even more determined.Aphrodite, his original intention and motivation of returning to Olympus, when she appeared in front of him without warning, he was too nervous for a moment and didn't know how to face it.

I said: "I thought the Protoss had fallen, and now no one believes in Greek gods..."

Eros raised two fingers and said in a frivolous tone: "First, it is true that few people believe in Greek gods anymore, but gods are not kitchen waste. After they are produced, they can be left to rot and return to nature. If they are compared to garbage, then The gods are non-recyclable garbage, no matter they are shredded, torn, or crushed by machines, they are still there, unable to be incinerated, unable to be completely disposed of, how to say that word, haunting."

I said, "You can't say that."

Eros continued: "Secondly, the Protoss has not fallen," he pointed to his mobile phone, and said, "It's just that the boundary between gods and humans has become blurred."

He talked eloquently: "My friends, this is the general trend. In the future, the boundaries between countries, races, nations, languages, and men and women will all become blurred. People will share the same values ​​regardless of each other. accept different voices,” he asked us, “Have you ever been to the [-]th century? Have you been to before the creation of the world?”

I said, "We went to the era of Chaos."

Eros nodded: "That may be your limit."

"What do you mean?"

Eros said: "The era of Chaos is your limit, but I, I am love that existed from ancient times. The god of lust, as early as love, as early as time, as early as age, as early as Ananke, as early as Ka Before Russia."

I said, "How is this possible, you existed as early as the creation of the world?"

Eros said: "It's just that I left for a while and appeared for a while. Now, I am a child of love and war. In the past, I was the crystallization of chaos and purity. In the future, I will become one of the thousands of children born of the division of the abstinent self. "

Eros said, "What you see now is not what I am," and he looked at Ares, his "now" father, "You gave me black eyes, black hair, no, man gave me Your black eyes, black hair, people gave me this body, so that they can sing, so that their poetry, their sculpture, their art, their beauty. In the future, I am also beautiful, so am I Worthy of praise, I will have mechanical arms, indifferent eyes, cold body, and blazing heart."

I asked, "Then what is your true face?"

He said: "My original face is a mirror."

We were all silent.After a long time, Ares asked Eros, "How is your mother?"

Eros said: "Happy for a while, sad for a while, this is love, this is her true face."

"Does she... have a lover?"

"She had many lovers."

Ares was speechless.Eros said: "Loving for a while and not loving for a while, this is also love."

Ares said: "I don't ask her to be committed to me. I have wandered here for too long."

I drank and did not speak.

Eros said: "Of course you can't ask her that. How can you ask for love? Why? How can you limit love? Love is the most free, the most loose, the most loyal, the strongest, and the most fragile. You Can't defend her, can't protect her, can't break her." He said with a smile, "I assure you, she is the happiest among the gods, although the happiness is fleeting, but she has too many moments gone."

I asked, "What about the other gods?"

Eros said: "Zeus, of course it's not bad, Athena runs her public relations company, Hades is in the business of reselling plastic products, and all day long for people to swallow the last in the ocean of plastic." He said that he wanted to strengthen his own kingdom of the underworld, Dionysus became a monk, everyone is good, only Hermes, no one knows his whereabouts."

I couldn't help but sigh: "Hermes, he used to be the one in Olympus who likes to approach the crowd the most."

At this moment, a group of four middle-aged men in suits and bow ties walked into the tavern carrying piano cases. Eros said: "They are here to perform a show, and here, there are shows to watch every night. "

I looked at them, then at the suits on me and Ares, no wonder the bartender recognized me and Ares as performers.The performance team sat down in the middle of the bar, opened the piano case, adjusted the tone slightly, and the accordion began to play, and then the violin rang happily.They all knew Eros too, and all raised their eyebrows at him.

Eros asked us, "Would you like to play cards? Or Greek backgammon?"

He asked the bartender for a deck of French tarot cards.First of all, we have to decide who will deal the cards. Eros drew a card, 9, of hearts, and I also drew a card, also 9, of spades. Ares drew last, still 9, of diamonds.

The three of us looked at each other, and Ares closed the card in his hand and looked out.It was getting dark, and Aphrodite hadn't appeared yet.

Eros raised the corner of his mouth, looked at me with a smile, and asked me, "Why don't we play together?"

I said, "Two people can't play this, can they?"

He said, "Then we'll draw cards and compare them, and whoever draws the lower card drinks, Mychar. There's always a way to play."

He asked the bartender for a full bottle of Myshal.Eros drew the cards first, looked at the cards, and said, "She will come."

I then drew a card, and we spread out the cards in our hands at the same time.I am the 3 of diamonds and Eros is the 6 of diamonds.I lost and had a glass of Mychard.Let's go on smoking, Eros first, then I.

Ares suddenly said: "Let's go back to Olympus."

I said: "Aphrodite is coming soon, don't you go back to Olympus to see her? Since she is coming, why do you go back?" I said, "Don't be nervous, she is still here." Love you, we both know that."

Eros nodded and said: "Even if the tryst is revealed, she will be ashamed and become the laughing stock of the gods, but she loves you more because of it, she loves you."

Ares sat down again and shook his head: "I don't know, I don't have the talent to be eloquent." He thought for a while, and then said: "You know, we fell in love by the river of Iros, so we will You named Eros."

Eros raised his eyebrows and said nothing.He doesn't seem to care about the origin of his name.

Ares touched the wine glass and sighed: "I don't know if that river still flows through the plain of Thrace."

Eros said: "The river has dried up, but don't worry, it will fill up again in the next century."

He still had that indifferent tone.The two of us turned over the cards at the same time, I was 2 of hearts, Eros was 4 of hearts, I lost again, and I drank another glass of Mychar.I said, "I'm going to get drunk."

Eros asked me with a smile, "What happens when you get drunk?"

I said, "Like a human being, I will be what a human being is." I said, "I don't know."

Eros said: "Some people will cry, some people will sleep in silence, and some people will talk endlessly."

I lay on the table and murmured: "The boundary between man and god is getting blurred, but the boundary between man and man is becoming more and more clear, everyone."

Eros said: "Ha! You are a talker, you are a talker!"

He arched Ares, and Ares sat with his hands folded. Aphrodite was coming, but he wanted to go back to Olympus. Did he want to relive the time of the age of the gods?How ironic, he clearly wants to be human so much, what is he thinking at this moment?How can I know what he is thinking?I don't know... It should be because there are too many cups of Mysial, no, it's because people are ignorant and at a loss in front of that night.

Is he thinking that the boundary between man and god is so blurred that there is no obvious difference between being a god and being a man.What he's after is...

Aphrodite is coming, right away, maybe the next second...

The next moment...

I hiccupped and said, "I know why you're going back to Olympus."

Ares looked at me, and Eros said, "Let's hear it."

I said: "What you are after is 'difference'. Once, the boundary between man and god was so blurred that there is no obvious difference between being a god and being a man." I said, "You don't want to be a man, you just don't want to be you Own."

I said: "Why do you love Aphrodite? Because she tolerates you, recognizes you, sings songs of praise for you, calms your mind, and tells you that you can be understood, you Love is available. You don't love her, you love yourself."

Ares stood up, anger burning in his eyes, but more confusion, he opened his mouth a few times, but in the end he hesitated to speak, he sat back and finished a glass of Mychar.Eros looked at me, then at him, lit a cigarette, and I asked him for one.We smoked, and I took two sips of Mychar, and another two sips... I was drunk, we discussed our self-identity under the influence of nicotine and alcohol, so we fell into a boundless silence, completely reduced to human beings.

Ares asked me: "Was it you that night?"

I nodded: "It's me."

I lied, I lied to myself, I confessed, I confessed vilely, I clinging to a bundle of straws called "luck" on nicotine and alcohol, bobbing and sinking on a boundless ocean, completely lost modern man.

Ares didn't look at me, his body was trembling because of anger or other reasons.I got up and said, "I don't know how to face Aphrodite