[Greek mythology] The troubles of Adonis

Hearing the heartbroken cries of the Golden Spikes, Ming Pomegranate was held in his hand, and when the temperature around the Plant God dropped rapidly, he also slowly realized that something was wrong.But it was stupid, and it was told to play the role of "being eaten obediently". Now that the environment changed suddenly, it was at a loss what to do, and it was calm.

——Anyway, the current state is much more comfortable than hanging on a tree~ Adonis is far less than it is at peace with the situation. After striding away from the land where golden spikes grow, all the way there is only a ghost with an empty expression, lifeless The thick fog covered half of his face, and there was not even anyone to question.

he's lost.

Seeing more and more desolation, Adonis hesitated for a moment, finally stopped, and asked Ming Pomegranate who was always cheerful: "Why did they let me eat you?"

Ming Pomegranate was startled by his sudden question. Knowing that there would not be those golden spike flowers who were only docile and docile in front of the handsome plant gods, but who were always fierce on weekdays, they still rolled in Adonis's palm nervously. Roll over and see that there are no gray waves around.

Adonis saw that it was afraid of the golden spike flower's threat, and he decided in his heart that the reward he was asking for was actually malicious, but his tone became more gentle, and a pair of pear dimples slightly opened on his pink rose-like cheeks: "Could you please tell me?"

Ming Pomegranate was unwilling to refuse a request from such a beautiful god, but she couldn't help but hesitate, and said dejectedly, "They will definitely punish me."

Adonis is persuasive, and at the bottom of his smiling black eyes, there is a dangerous depth: "Lauton's chariots can't catch up with vigorous horses. After trying unsuccessfully, they will divert other routes. If you are worried that they will If you hurt me, it is better to believe that you will be safe under my shade."

Fascinated by this spring-like smile, it didn't even listen to half a sentence, and it couldn't finish a sentence for a long time.

This pomegranate has been disliked by its brothers and sisters all the time since the branch bulged out a bud. They are proud of their tightness and symmetry, but it is one of the outliers.It doesn't absorb much nutrients, but it grows to be three times the size of other brothers, causing the sisters hanging on the same branch with it to tremble with fear every day, lest they wake up one day and be implicated by this abominable fat man fell down.

This time, the Golden Spikes rarely rolled their eyes at it, nor did they sneer at it. Instead, they told it to be eaten by the most beautiful and gentle god obediently, making it feel sad that even if there was even a trace of death in its heart, And overshadowed by the joy of being recognized for the first time.

"Well, they said," it didn't want the gentle treatment it received for the first time to disappear so quickly, and after thinking it over, it summoned up courage and said, "If your Highness eats me up, you won't be able to leave here in the future."

Even the gods will be firmly trapped by the fetters produced by the body fluid of the pomegranate, and will no longer be able to easily step out of the underworld.

Every time he eats a pomegranate seed, he will be forced to stay for a month in a year, and they are much more greedy. To be on the safe side, they ask him to eat a whole pomegranate seed as soon as they open their mouths.

——In this way, the beautiful and kind plant god can be left forever.

Apparently the Golden Spikes calculated clearly, and their hearts were clear, and they deliberately used this common sense in the underworld to deceive the newcomer plant gods.

It's just that the flaws in his acting skills led to Adonis' unfulfilling actions and extreme vigilance, which were beyond the scope of their calculations.

"Is what you said true?"

Adonis froze.

Ming Pomegranate jumped up anxiously in his palm, and almost didn't fall, for fear that he would not believe himself: "Really! Really!"

Adonis frowned slightly, touched the bouncing pomegranate comfortingly, and simply put it in his arms, and finally calmed down.

In his guess, it was very likely that it was a prank that made him feel unwell, but he never thought that the real answer would be such a face that made him laugh.

Adonis no longer entangled with the previous words: "Where is this place?"

Ming Shiliu answered very simply this time, but was a little muffled by the thin fabric: "I'm ashamed, I don't know anything."

Adonis: "..."

While he was slightly disappointed, he also realized how stupid he was with this question.This pomegranate has obviously never left the deciduous shrub where it was born and raised, and the relationship with its siblings is not harmonious-it should be said that it was unilaterally abandoned like a shoe, and it suddenly came to other regions. Not surprising.

Ming Shiliu racked his brains and searched his stomach, but found some relevant information in the messy memory, and said politely: "Your Highness, you might as well go further, and when you see the black poplar tree, you can find it." Most learned daffodil."

Without waiting for Adonis to speak, it added a guilty conscience: "Probably only real exploration can test the value of it."

— After all, it really doesn't remember clearly.

Although the guide was vague and he was very confused, Adonis decided to go in the direction it said and give it a try.

There was a shallow ditch next to the deep path, and a few mint plants with dull leaves grew sporadically on it. He touched it and wanted to communicate, but he didn't get any response, only heard intermittent choked sobs.

"It often feels wronged and cries non-stop." Nested in the bosom of the plant god, and touched by the pair of balm-like catkins from time to time, Pomegranate Ming is as happy as a bird that has been reborn. Jump for joy and take off straight.

Seeing that the mint grass turned a blind eye to the plant god, it was particularly angry, muttering angrily, which was rare and mean: "Whoever talks to it, it ignores it, indulges in sadness, cries and cries, and does not understand its own figure." Why can't it be reflected in the ink lake I like. Sometimes I hate myself, and sometimes I call myself beautiful."

"Don't give it a chance to deal with its flamboyance and self-indulgence, let alone respond to its stupid and delirious nonsense. Even though you are in love with His Majesty, this shameful wishful thinking is not worth being criticized too much." Have a look."

Adonis: "..."

He was speechless.

Walking along the quiet path to the end, jumping over the turbulent black river, passing through the quiet and rugged rocky valley, and passing through the seven-fold high wall, a row of dense poplars quietly came into view.

They are tall and straight, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and their frost-cracked skins are dark and black, scarred as if they have been whipped, and they are like heroic guards fighting bloody battles, not retreating because of suffering.

Without anyone's explanation, Adonis recognized at a glance that surrounded by poplars as protection, the green grass, the sunshine and warmth, and the pastoral bliss everywhere, it is the bliss that the dead waiting for judgment yearn for. The place - Elysee.

Just like a proud and independent oasis in the desert, free from disasters, disputes and disputes, not polluted by the footprints of indulgence, it is the peace and happiness of people's well-being and prosperity. The coveted sanctuary of mourning ghosts.

Adonis felt it was weird and refused to take a step.

He was already so close, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of joy released by the plants bathed in the sun, nor could he see the natural splendor of life, and he didn't even have the slightest bit of brilliance.

The scenery presented in front of us is false and beautiful, just like a huge oil painting with superb painting skills, a Chinese carpet carefully woven by craftsmen, faithfully and rigidly depicting the mechanical cycle.

"The living who have not been convicted of crimes, this is not the place for you to come."

Startled from deep meditation, he looked down at the source of the sudden sound, and saw a narcissus plant rooted and thriving in a shallow puddle, relying on self-pity by the clear and waveless water. Holding up the snow-white petals, he reprimanded this gentle and pure plant god who is as bright as a moon spirit.

"The oak tree is the most majestic. It always stands on the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds, and the screaming Philomela is inseparable from the sparse valley. The full ears of rice are the reward of the kind and hardworking, since you, the trespasser, have the quality of jade Beauty, the most beautiful, the luxurious white palace is your belonging, the admiration that rains down like rain is so pure that you can't pick out any flaws."

Ming Pomegranate was overwhelmed by its majesty, looked sluggish, trembling, trembling.While comforting it, Adonis calmly nodded to the white narcissus, not sullen because it was supposed to be his subject but spoke boldly, and his tone was still humble.

"Beauty conceived in silence is only superficial, slick flattery does not mean true bliss, disorientation and self-satisfaction in the glory bestowed by others is nothing more than ringing the bells of wasted years and wills for oneself Sad death knell. But if there is a possibility of freedom by my own strength, I will not come here to disturb, but just ask for a trivial shelter."

Narcissus was silent for a while, seemingly unmoved: "Your attitude is certainly decent and personable, and you can easily win lasting admiration and admiration, but your cunning avoidance is not enough to dismiss the accusations I have set against you in advance. The purity of the mind, which holds the title of nature's most beautiful creation, is no excuse for disturbing the harmonious order contained here."

Adonis smiled slightly, and replied softly: "Since I am an unexpected guest, it is not my turn to make a preposterous choice, let alone damage the splendor of this place. This time I came here by accident. If I am not liked, I would like to Immediately away from the fertile and thick wet soil, go to the driest and barren land, and it is also satisfying."

Narcissus thought that he would become angry with embarrassment, but she was so generous and gentle, so she agreed.

For Adonis, this hits the spot.He didn't want to step into the false light that seemed to smell like ink. Even the bitterest fruit has birds that love to eat it. , can also have delicious first blooms.

"Oh, don't go any further." Staying away from the aggressive narcissus, Ming Pomegranate broke free from the state of panic, and dissuaded with righteous indignation: "Even though it is knowledgeable and talented, it ruthlessly drives away His Highness! Just because it is jealous of the world All the more beautiful existences, I wish I could let every admirable romance be annihilated, and even the bereaved were thrown into the mean mud."

"It forces His Highness to stay away from the rich harvest, to stay away from peace and drizzle, so that the wind and the wind are deliberately used to destroy the most elegant masterpieces of life, and the fine wine is not allowed to repair it, and it is hoped that His Highness will be buried with cold blood, withered leaves, and withered appearance. Empty cracked earth."

Adonis heard the trembling of fear hidden in its accusing voice, and also felt the sincere friendship and genuine concern, and unconsciously raised the corners of his lips slightly, the flawless face was more beautiful than the blooming beauty Flowers are as magnificent and beautiful as the first melting of ice and snow, yet solemn and dignified.

"No matter how poor the guests are, they have the right to live comfortably. The prosperity of vegetation is not limited to fertile land. Once you no longer need to be controlled by the stars in the sky..."

Adonis took out the leaf flute that had been carefully preserved, placed it on the soft and delicate lips like petals, and let out a gleam of self-confidence and a radiant smile.

"I am the supreme king here."

He can let go of his actions and restore greenness to the barren soil as he pleases, and the wise sleepers will obey his orders, so that the heyday of a hundred flowers blooming will reappear in front of him.