[Greek mythology] The troubles of Adonis

"Eros," Aphrodite approached the sullen Aizi with a smile like a flower: "You are my most important right arm and right arm. Last time you called the son of Laurel and Leto to chase me in full view. Escape is undoubtedly an excellent proof that the fiery passion is as powerful as the sharp weapon."

Eros was proud of being praised, and his cheeks were flushed with a little baby fat.

Unexpectedly, she changed the topic, and her fiery eyes fell on the arrow cluster on his back: "It's just your magical and beloved weapon that should not be underestimated, can you lend me a use?"

Eros didn't react for a while, and handed it over before he had time to think about it, but after a while, he frowned again, and asked suspiciously: "...Mother God?"

Aphrodite smiled brightly and flatteringly, and she couldn't hide her guilty conscience: "When the bees are too attentive, no matter how swaying the flowers are, they regard them as a source of trouble. Even the embodiment of bloodthirsty and force, there are If you don't know the side of knowledge and fun, you need a little harmless driving to deal with it."

Her rhetoric, which she wanted to cover up, made Eros fully understand the conspiracy behind this obscenity, and said helplessly: "The ruler of love and beauty, the noble mother goddess Aphrodite! Even a person with a clumsy tongue can It doesn't prevent him from staring blankly, secretly amazed. It is not surprising that the heroic and tough God of War would be intoxicated by the tenderness in the arms of the God of Beauty, making the drums dusty and the horns broken. If the Mother God hates him, she can say goodbye He didn't pretend, he just forced him to go away, instead of fooling me with clumsy lies."

Aphrodite smiled, and wanted to quibble, but he stopped him: "The white and tender cheeks may be decorated with brilliance, but they are not as golden as the crystal clear jade white; the fleeting youth or There is a unique shy and delicate red, but it is not as good as the unchanging pearls; the dazzling jewels are the eyes of beauties, but how can it be compared with the sparkling water. All the beauty that is worthy of praise in the world comes from the mother goddess and is called Gods who love pets will never lack embellished orbs, why should they be obsessed with a low-level god with nothing but appearance?"

The Goddess of Beauty fell madly in love with the beautiful boy who ran and hunted in the woods. The news had already spread throughout Olympus under the connivance of the queen Hera. The sparks under the dead leaves spy secretly, waiting for an opportunity to set off a prairie fire.They didn't show their faces in front of them, but behind their backs they happily spread the joke that the God of love, who is omnipotent in love, has been repeatedly frustrated by the god of plants, who is of low rank.

"Give the cold drop of oil a cluster of fire, and it will return with fire. The passion that has been silent for a long time is awakened by the peerless beauty, and what is stimulated is an unstoppable love. It is just a person who has stepped into the trap set by himself. The poor hunter suffered a lot from unrequited love, he has suffered enough punishment, how can he be reprimanded with harsh words?" She made an innocent expression, pretended to wipe the dry corners of her eyes, and slyly spoke sweet words : "Luo Tuo was born to love water, the willows are always slender, and the messy development actually contains rhythm. The corners of his precious lips are always coldly pursed, as flat as the surface of a peaceful lake. When he smiles from the heart, it is even Blind rocks wish they could greet the stunning beauty with incense. Whether it is me, or the cold-hearted Hades, we will eventually fall into his love. clearly documented."

Eros has never seen the Adonis who fascinated her, but simply disagrees with these words: "The more you love him, the weaker you are. His ignorance will only make you lose face , become a laughing stock."

"Ah! His turning a blind eye is the cruelest blow, the most ruthless torture, more unbearable than the thunder released by the rage of the god king, more painful than the hot molten lead sticking to the delicate flesh A delicate and beautiful rose is not disappreciated because of its annoying thorns on its stem, a berry is not despised because it comes from a bush, and Apollo's horses are not dismissed because they are hot-tempered."

"Small obstacles are like the seasoning of a delicious meal. A victorious general is often born out of gloomy blows and sorrows. Although indulgence and lust are regarded by the unsmiling virgin goddess as a disaster that kills chastity, it can drive all beasts to seek a mate. All things proliferate, and it skillfully unifies the thrill of excitement, bitter suffering and intoxicating sweetness, how can it be so trivial that it is easily denied."

Eros listened coldly to this seemingly high-sounding, but in fact, purely evasive excuse. She was only sure that she was determined to win Adonis, and she was too lazy to waste her words: "I hope it is as the mother goddess wishes."

Even though the blessing was mixed with unwillingness and sarcasm, Aphrodite still raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction and nodded reservedly.

She persuaded the lazy clouds, so that they could help to cover, so that the white doves, the sacred birds of love, could look for Adonis more secretly. They cooed and flapped their wings, which were short and dainty compared with the hawk , The mung bean-sized eyeballs are dripping, but they are loaded with a huge world.

"Go, remember the oath you have made, and bring me news of the handsome and elegant Adonis, the most favored by nature." Curly, rosy lips opened and closed, pouring out blessings: "Give you a stable perception, bright eyes, inexhaustible energy, and a will that will never be confused."

They are loyal to the God of Cupid, diligently perform tasks, and search tirelessly on the vast land.

The wind with small braids is a good partner, and the shining stars are the beacons that guide the direction. In the cold night when the breath is white, the dim light of fireflies paves the quiet bed.

Only after the blessings filled in his body were exhausted, he was willing to squint for a while on the treetops below, and once his energy recovered, he set off again without hesitation.

This night, the pigeons, exhausted from flying, hurriedly chose a tall and strong poplar as a landing place. If it wasn’t for the deep fatigue that dulled the senses, they would definitely find that this forest seemed particularly dense. Tall and straight, the fragrance wafting in the air is also extraordinarily rich and sweet.

The pigeon tilted its head and looked around, but couldn't see any ominous clues, so it said decisively: "Cuckoo, cluck, cluck." Hurry up and find something to eat and sleep, and continue on the road tomorrow.

It was too late to say it, and before the group of unlucky sleepers found a few hazelnuts to satisfy their hunger, the sound of "rustling" like rain sounded at the same time without warning, and the sound of miserable "cuckoo" followed one after another.

It turned out that this group of plants that had been coveting for a long time had tacitly set up a trap and captured them cleanly.

Adonis, who is leaning on the tree and sleeping lightly, still has some divine powers involved in the forest in which he is in, and the great commotion and joy they make are not missed, like a torch lit in the dark night, extremely eye-catching.

He didn't sleep deeply, and his resistance to tiredness was strong enough. It was almost like a pigeon opened his eyes blankly when he scraped the bark covered with snow-white velvet with his toes, and put his hands on the ground so that he could lean softly. The waist on the tree trunk straightened up, and the slack black pupils were as shiny as a thin layer of water at any time, gradually focusing, and soon saw clearly the source of the commotion, a group of people panicking and rushing forward. The pigeons struggled with their wings, but they couldn't escape the cage made of dense leaves.

This made him stunned for a moment.

They are all clearly non-carnivorous plants... How did they learn to hunt?

Seeing the God of Plants waking up, the plants that were still in high spirits instantly became shy and shoved away. In the end, Poplar, who led the capture operation and was always calm and self-sufficient, was chosen to offer treasure to the God of Plants. Standing straight, stretching out a deep green branch with a solemn expression, and maintaining the funny posture of hanging these twisted green and white strings, he explained solemnly: "A group of sneaky and suspicious thieves broke into the place where His Highness sleeps. Many heads try to snatch a snuggle, but these dirty tricks cannot fool the sharp eagle eye, and they are not destined to get everything they want—"

Wherever he passed along the way, as long as there were plants, they all took it for granted to protect his safety as their own responsibility, and with an enthusiasm that was almost proud of them, they voluntarily surrounded the seemingly evacuated and harmless, but actually guarded A strict and murderous city-state.

Adonis patiently listened to the statement it was holding back its excitement, nodding its head approvingly from time to time, and bending its brows and eyes gently, it didn't look like it hadn't really woken up yet.

I have been traveling with the taciturn Pluto for several days, and he is also used to the concise and concise way of conversation. With the lifeless Hades by his side, no matter how enthusiastic and bold the flowers and plants dare to come up to show their love, he is suddenly caught by this long-lost Hit by the complicated words and sentences, I feel a little dizzy.

Strange to say, since he left Hades, not only has he not become as energetic as before, but after being exposed to the scorching sun at noon, he is more likely to fall into melancholy dreams and become drowsy.

The quiet smile of the Night Goddess made him feel far more comfortable than the brilliance of the blazing sun-wheeled carriage.

After the initial disbelief, he roughly had a guess: maybe this is the reason for the fusion of the godhead with the breath of the underworld.It doesn't mean that he needs to avoid the sun from now on, it's just that he can't talk about yearning and love, and he probably still slightly repulses it.

He smiled casually, and said to Bai Yang who was waiting for him to tell how to deal with it: "Your carefulness has shown me resourcefulness and courage, since they have been accused of being informers sent by the enemy, there is no need to imprison and torture them." , and directly send it back to the Underworld in peace.” If you don’t want to eat it, just kill it in place.

Before Bai Yang had time to do so, Adonis heard a soft sound of a dry branch being trampled off the ground. Looking sideways, it turned out that it was Pluto who had gone to recover souls from the nearby battlefield where many brave warriors had died. Came back silently.

The effect was immediate - the trees that were chattering cheerfully the last moment stopped their mouths in unison, lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, very quiet.

"Your Majesty." Adonis stood up instinctively, and while saluting, he couldn't help but keep his probing eyes on the small gray ball that lay peacefully in the palm of Pluto and imprisoned countless souls: "The people in this area The gap is closed."

Sprinkle the seeds of the vines between the cracks of the cracked stones, and then use divine power to germinate them, and finally grow into a state where not even a single ray of sunlight can leak in.

"Ah."

Pluto responded casually, and asked coldly, "Do you want it?"

"Ok?"

The plant god was very puzzled, but the expressionless Lord of Hades had already easily flicked the obedient gray ball into his arms.

The soul ball was beating uncomfortably in his arms, and Adonis' gentle and gentle smile froze.

——This is not a suitable toy for subordinates.

At this moment, Pluto noticed the aura of the God of Olympus that he hated so much, and his reaction was faster than the thunder and lightning passing through the air. Precisely, with no damage to the poplar branches, the bunches of pigeons were burned, and only a few handfuls of burnt ashes remained before they even screamed.

"Oh!"

Aphrodite was dressed in a moonlight veil, and walked forward surrounded by the wind in the light night sky, followed by the gloomy Eros.

She has a close relationship with the holy birds, and even though they are far away, she can vaguely feel the shrill cry of the courier before it vanishes into ashes, so she can't help but frown.

"Mother God?"

Eros watched her closely, and at this moment a bud of hope sprouted in his heart, wishing that she would never find the vegetable god who had no appearance to speak of.

It's just that he was going to be disappointed, Aphrodite closed her eyes, felt it carefully, and soon showed a look of joy: "It's there!"