[Greek mythology] The troubles of Adonis

Orpheus looked at it in bewilderment, a golden spike flower with deep purple veins on its petals, judging from the appearance alone, it was just like other similar ones growing by the river, but at this time it was just like the one that was caught by the river. As if the support of the rhizome was removed, the angle of the calyx was tilted strangely, and it lay limply in Adonis's delicate white palm, just like a drunken vagabond who found a comfortable place.

The handsome and elegant deity with picturesque eyebrows stands quietly holding flowers, and the green hair seems to be smoky, and there is no wind.The delicately painted face is no longer as cold as ice as usual, nor is it purely heroic galloping through the forest, but like the morning dew, although it is cold and clear, it has a pure and moist halo, and it is not at all vulgar It is breathtaking and has an indescribable beauty.

Orpheus has reached the pinnacle of artistic attainments. Even if he is worried about the whereabouts of his wife, he can't bear to disturb this picture. The sheng is rippling, and the crisp is gradually melting, and I can't think of looking away at all, and I have some guesses about the reason why the other party wants to hide.

He was standing a little far away, and couldn't hear what Adonis said softly. He could only see the misty waves in those shiny black eyes, which seemed to be ignited by fire, and his slender neck, which was as long as a swan, shook slightly. At the bend, the golden spike flower that was lucky enough to listen was jolting happily, reluctantly leaving the soft and soft palm like roasted beeswax, stretching out clusters of thin leaves, and following the surrounding Friends touch.

They were very resistant at first, because they were dissatisfied with being ordinary and ordinary, being treated softly and gently by the handsome plant god.But it was completely captured by the beautiful man, but it had a good eloquence, and after a while, it successfully persuaded the angry ones to help deliver the news.

More and more golden spikes were told the name and appearance of the singer's wife by touching the leaves.

No matter how dull Orpheus was, he could see something was wrong at this moment: "...can you tell me what happened just now?"

"If your wife is really swimming on the banks of the Acheron River, it is impossible to escape their eyes." Adonis said calmly, "Just wait for the news here."

"Oh my God, Adonis!" Knowing nothing about Adonis' identity as a plant god, Orpheus was stunned at first, then surprised and delighted, and thanked incoherently: "There is nothing like being in the desert." A traveler who walks with an empty water bladder and is hungry and thirsty is even more grateful for the generous gift of nectar. Ashamed to say, you are always taciturn and frowning along the way, but when it comes to critical moments, you are Reliable as a rock, of course, you are much more beautiful and lovely than cold them. Please forgive my clumsy lips, and give it the gift to sing with mediocre notes The admirable virtue of clear eyes."

"No matter how careless the guard is, he will not turn a blind eye to the swaggering intruder. A thousand careful planning is no match for one stupid mistake. Don't be blinded by joy and be paralyzed." Adonis is not salty. He glanced at the emotionally agitated him indifferently, quickly moved his eyes away, and warned: "Since you have the time to organize these tiresome eulogies, you might as well think about how to bring her back again after seeing her." Back to the world—don't forget that you and her have lost their living bodies now."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, and Orpheus, who was so hot-headed and wished to take out his lyre and compose a hymn on the spot, was frozen back to reality.

"I will try to ask His Majesty Hades," he thought for a long time, and finally smiled with relief, and said, "If I can't resurrect her, then I will stay with you in Hades together. Whether it is morning or night, The wild fires are all spontaneously condensed by love, the happy dancing spirits will not slacken for want of the audience's flattery, and the music still hovers without the help of the breeze."

"I think this decision I made must be without regret—as early as in the myrtle bushes, when I kissed her sweet lips that trembled with shyness, I swore that even if one of the parties was dying, I would never die. To accompany each other."

It can be seen that he has too much confidence in whether he can persuade Hades, who is impartial, disciplined, and strict in rule, to be lenient, and he is not optimistic.

Adonis said nothing.

He was staring at the golden spike flower that looked at him shyly and made great contributions, feeling dazed about his uncertain fate.

Blindly hiding is useless. To get out of the predicament of involuntary control, the premise is to become strong enough.

They were also born as gods, but their divine power and responsibilities are completely different.He has already lost in talent, and he wants to make the high-level gods who are used to wanton behavior unable to plunder him at will. In addition to exploring the laws and trajectories of ability operation, accumulating experience and exercising the gods, he just needs to be prepared and wait. One day the opportunity came.

——How long are we going to wait?

Adonis sighed.

The air on their side was extra heavy, but the discussion in the flowers became more and more intense, and there was no aloofness and arrogance that had been deliberately maintained before.

"A person who looks affectionately into the air and talks to himself, that person is as stupid as Narcissus who shows his love to himself."

"I think he was talking to His Highness... but His Highness didn't listen to his nonsense at all."

After the gloating laughter, some said: "Although I think he is so stupid, I still keep my voice down, don't let your gentle and amiable Highness catch your chatter."

They immediately fell silent, looked at the handsome god wandering in unison, and lowered the volume a few degrees tacitly.

"His lips are red and plump, his long hair is more lively and beautiful than the vibrant primroses, his dark eyes are more shining than the largest gemstone inlaid on the scepter of His Majesty, and his words are cheerful deep valleys and flowing springs.”

"My chest is no longer scattered and empty, it is filled with a love for beauty."

"None of the filthy filth of the brutish, senile ugliness of Olympus, sweet as ripe molasses."

"Oh, don't compare Your Highness with those despicable fellows!"

The creatures on Netherland have the same disgust for Olympus as ever: "That reckless ghost wearing a long-winged hat stepped on my foot last time, and he obviously noticed it, but he didn't even say an apology!"

"That's right, that's right, I've had it too, poor that beautiful leg, it just broke like that."

"No matter how good he is, what's the use of it..." When the golden spikes were furiously denouncing the misdeeds of the God of Olympus, there was someone who couldn't hide his frustration, drooped his head dejectedly, and sobbed loudly. They inadvertently ignored the most desperate point in the past: "Unless the chains are forged by the most refined King Kong, and then imprisoned by the most hard-hearted people, otherwise, when the disturbing vulture is no longer interested, he will go again." The outside world has rejuvenated and blossomed."

……

The preoccupied plant gods and bards knew nothing about it. In their view, these enthusiastic flowers have been working together to find Eurydice's whereabouts from the beginning to the end, and soon the results came.

"Tell me to praise you with the last drop of my blood, Adonis! It's a miracle, a miracle!"

Orpheus, who missed her deeply, was ecstatic and couldn't wait for a moment. After sighing with tears in his eyes, he ran towards the specific location indicated.

Adonis watched the figure that quickly disappeared among the dusty flowers, with a slight smile in his eyes, and parted ways with his short-distance travel companion.

"Thank you very much this time," Adonis didn't give up on the golden spikes who were looking at him expectantly, "Do you want any reward?"

Trying their best to huddle together so that the flowers who were closer to him fell silent for a while, and stopped violently pushing their companions. After some small buzzing discussions, they quickly reached a consensus, and they wanted to speak After a while, the lucky one who won the favor of the plant god was introduced at last--Esfer as the representative.

Being stared at by him tenderly, on the one hand, she was almost dizzy with happiness, and on the other hand, she couldn't restrain her unprecedented shyness.The voice was pinched delicately, and it was uncharacteristically weak, as thin as a mosquito. Adonis had to put his ears very close to hear it clearly.

"We all want...you eat, well, that pomegranate!"

Adonis froze for a moment, it was surprisingly simple.

I thought they would be like the flowers and plants I met before, so I took the opportunity to tease him, and proposed such as 'touch my leaves', 'kiss my pistil, please kiss me longer', 'take me off and hang on your Waist, even if it's just for one day~' Kind of weird request.Basically, as long as it is not too much, he will be satisfied one by one.

"Is that really the case?" He turned his eyes slightly, thinking about their identical stalking postures, and reconfirmed suspiciously.

The golden spikes nodded vigorously like crazy, and their movements were very uniform.

Adonis: "..."

A bad premonition loomed in his heart, but no matter how he tasted it, except for the unfounded uneasiness like dark rain clouds surrounding the blazing sun, there was no reason to refuse .

He stretched out his white and slender arm, and took off the pomegranate, which was precariously suspended in mid-air. The seeds were incredibly full. Unexpectedly, it was so heavy that even one hand could not fully support it, so two Pomegranates had to be used. .

"That's it!" Seeing the success is close at hand, the golden spikes watched eagerly, excited like a trap about to trap a pure deer, and urged in unison: "Quick, quick, peel off its skin and eat it whole." Yes, the sooner the better!"

"..."

Adonis couldn't help wondering if it had done something that caused public outrage, and actually made the self-esteemed golden spike hate it to the bone, but this chubby Pomegranate lay in his hand with a naive attitude, and the luster on the fruit edge appeared , and occasionally rolled comfortably, as well-behaved as a tamed horse, but not like a gangster who did all kinds of evil.

He frowned: "Why insist on me eating it?"

He is the god in charge of plants, and he also shares some of the characteristics of plants. He does not need to eat at all, and the sun, rain, dew and gentle breeze are more than enough.

After coming to Hades, where he no longer enjoys the favor of the sun, the living environment has undergone a great change, but this can only make him weaker at best, and he still does not need to take any food.

All plants more or less have the instinct to get close to Adonis. Similarly, for him who gets along with them day and night, they are also regarded as precious existences like friends.

The golden spikes were strangely silent for a while, and then they gave "It's too fat, it's too fat, it may fall down and hurt me at any time, the oppression makes me mentally weak" and "It looks delicious and juicy, it must be delicious." Delicious, destined to be dedicated to the most beautiful god" and other clumsy reasons are not only to cover up a guilty conscience, but also to try to persuade the hesitant Adonis.

The plant god narrowed his eyes slightly.

The smell of conspiracy is so strong that it is almost overflowing - asking him to deceive himself that there is no trap in it is really more incredible than expounding a fallacy that the raging flames are being extinguished by oil.

Even Ming Pomegranate, who was silent from the beginning to the end, lazily rubbed her soft and smooth palms, and said coquettishly, "Eat me~"

Under the beating hearts of the Golden Spikes, the plant god struggled for a while, and silently chose the latter between keeping his promise and being wise, his expression changed from gentle confusion to frosty ruthlessness without warning, Before they could think of a new countermeasure after being shocked, they turned around and left without hesitation with this failed flattery pomegranate in their pockets!