After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

The flaming sun carriage slowly opened the prelude to the dawn, and the morning glow gushed out like fairy wine, a round of red sun rose slowly, the moon and stars gradually faded their luster, and quietly retreated behind the scenes.

The sky and the world are all bright.

A beam of light like a meteor flew across the sky, beautiful but not dazzling, attracting the surrounding plants, bees, butterflies and elves to stop and watch - it was Psyche who had returned to Olympus.

Perhaps it is because Psyche gave birth to a pair of butterfly wings, these little insect elves have a special affinity for her, they play around her, and subconsciously regard her as their own kind.

Flying all the way, Psyche was covered in pollen, and even the corners of his skirt were covered with faint incense.

She was entangled by the elves, but she couldn't help it, so she had to play together for a while.

After finally returning to the temple, Psyche nervously straightened out his slightly messy hair from the wind, and couldn't wait to see his lover's lovely face.

However, after wandering around, there was no sign of Cupid.

A large field of red roses was newly transplanted in the hedge garden, and each flower was carefully watered, and the flowers bloomed very well.

In front of her dressing table, there is a bouquet of small bouquets, pale white in color and delicate petals, it is the elegant white and fragrant myrtle.

Everything was packed just right, but the one who didn't see Cupid.

strangeness.

The fairy passing by said, "Love God was still in the fenced garden just now, and now I don't know where it is. It seems... It seems that he went out with Apollo."

Psyche blinked suspiciously, "Apollo?"

Did she hear correctly, Cupid and Apollo have never had a good relationship, how could these two get together?

The fairy smiled, "I don't think there's anything else to do, it's just an ordinary banquet and drinking."

Psyche thanked the fairy, puffed his cheeks, and was really a little annoyed.

In order to see him in a hurry, she didn't dare to stay in the city-state, she even resigned her sister's invitation, and flew to Olympus as soon as the matter was over.

I thought Cupid would be as impatient as she was, but I didn't expect him to go drinking leisurely?

Psyche was walking among the clouds alone, thinking about how to ask the teacher for a while, when his eyelids felt hot and his eyes were covered.

Wen Tun's breath surrounded her overwhelmingly, her nerves jumped, and within half a second, she recognized who was coming.

The corners of her mouth sank unconsciously, and she feigned anger, "Cupid."

A string of clear laughter came.

"I thought you wouldn't recognize me."

Cupid let go of her eyes, supported her waist, and scraped the tip of her nose affectionately.

"Honey, why have you been away for so long?"

Psyche turned around and saw that he was wearing a corolla made of laurel branches and leaves, not too big or too small, which just lowered the fluffy hair on his head and added a touch of beauty to his fair face.

"Where have you been?" Psyche pointed to the thing above his head, "What is this?"

With such a good complexion, you can see that you are enjoying yourself a lot.

Could it be that some fairy made it up?

Cupid looked at the girl's unspoken expression with a smile, and felt that she was jealous.

He opened his mouth, and just about to say something about Apollo, a sweetness suddenly flooded his heart.

That's right, it's a flattering feeling.

At some point, Psyche also started to be jealous of him.

Cupid cherished the feeling of being cared about so much, and didn't dare to tease her too much, so he explained, "I didn't go anywhere, I just solved the previous troubles."

Psyche pouted slightly.

What is more important than her?

Cupid observed the words and expressions, and saw his lover's frowning eyebrows, he smiled thickly and hooked his lips.

He took her to sit down under the shade of flowers, kissed her forehead, and hugged her little head deeply in his arms, "Psyche, let's not talk about others. Let's talk about our wedding... Miss you."

Psyche's eyes darkened for a moment, and he gently pushed him away, seeming to blame, but also like being shy after not seeing his lover for many days.

"Don't change the subject."

"How to change the subject?"

Cupid took off the wreath from his head and briefly explained to her about Apollo.

After all, it was a debt he owed when he was a teenager, and helping Apollo could be regarded as repayment.

This corolla was given by Apollo before he left.

Psyche was playing with the wreath, leaning on his lover's shoulder, and Cupid's little curl was hanging down, caught by her little finger.

"Okay..." Her face turned pale, "Then I will reluctantly forgive you, but you should stop messing around with each other in the future."

Otherwise, she will become his wife in the future, and she will not be in debt with him?

Cupid nodded meekly.

"I listen to you."

As if deliberately trying to please her, he kissed the back of her hand.This flattery is not disgusting at all, but very useful.

The tip of Psyche's tongue was sweet.

It is difficult for two people who miss each other to restrain their inner feelings.

Psyche looked up at Cupid, and Cupid just looked down at Psyche.

The bright marks in each other's eyes overlapped and shone brightly, and the mottled flower shade sprinkled thickly and faintly, just covering the deepest feelings in the two hearts.

Psyche was driven by an inexplicable feeling, driving her to touch his lips.

Not seeing each other for many days, all words are pale, only the tender touch of a lover can relieve the bitter thinking in the heart.

This idea coincides with Cupid.

……

Finally, the wedding of Psyche and Cupid took place in the temple of Olympus.

The sky in Olympus is always clear and bright, and the wedding was specially chosen on the clearest day. The strong sunlight was like a misty golden mist, accompanied by colorful rainbow spots, which was too beautiful to behold.

Gods, big and small, were invited to the wedding, and the temple was so crowded with guests that the wedding venue had to be extended to the wide lawn outside.

Psyche's long dress was woven with dawn-colored soft satin, inlaid with deep-sea pearls fished out of the rolling sea waves, exuding a fragrant and timeless ocean fragrance, making her already beautiful face even more like a star As moving as moonlight.

According to the previous agreement, Zephyros also brought Agnes to Olympus.

Agnes was still the same, she was not used to riding the clouds, she squatted on the ground and took a few breaths before adapting to the ethereal environment.

Seeing Psyche, she couldn't help sighing sincerely, "My dear, you are so beautiful!"

On the other side, Cupid is talking with Apollo, Zephyrus and others.

Apollo kept his promise and did not bring Lila over to make trouble.

He tugged on Cupid's skirt amusedly, "Hey, little Cupid, can you answer a question for me?"

Apollo and Zephyrus looked at each other and smiled meaningfully.

Apollo just turned into a tree a few days ago, tasted the sweetness, and reconciled with Cupid.

At this moment, the two of them were joking and joking together, as if they were friends who had known each other for many years.

Cupid raised his eyebrows, "What?"

Apollo listened, and the question he asked was not serious, "You and Psyche, who chased who first?"

"Does that matter?" Cupid's eyes turned pale, but his face turned red, and he lowered his voice, "Of course, she is obsessed with me."

Before he finished speaking, Zephyros couldn't help laughing.

Zephyros saw the matter between the two of them step by step.You can't hide it from anyone, but you can't hide it from him.

Apollo questioned, "Really?"

Cupid coughed and smiled a little forcedly, "I'm also the God of Cupid, and she's a more attractive male god in Olympus. It's normal for her to be obsessed with me..."

Apollo was speechless.

"I really didn't see it."

"Cupid, are you not guilty of saying this? Have you forgotten that you tried all your best to keep him and complained to me pitifully..."

Before he could speak, Zephyros' mouth was covered by Cupid, and the two wrestled together. Apollo sighed, "Hey, let him talk, I haven't finished listening yet!"

After all, he joined the battle, and the three male gods scuffled, causing a mess around them.

Here, Psyche and Aphrodite had a formal meeting.

To be honest, although Aphrodite gave Psyche a lot of problems, the two really didn't have a formal conversation.

Aphrodite has always upheld the pride of a goddess, and has always ignored Psyche.

But when Psyche thanked her myrtle, Aphrodite snorted lightly, as if she didn't care, but a subtle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Zeus raised a glass of delicious wine and cheered with the gods, "Let's toast the bride and groom who love each other!"

The grand occasion of the wedding cannot be described in words, there are thousands of seats at least, and the warm atmosphere is like an ocean, irresistibly sweeping every god present.

Olympus has not had such a grand event for a long time. The hot sun lost its color for a while, and the stars were dimmed, as if all the joy of the universe gathered here.

……

Wedding Wedding, said to be the most important moment for a couple, is actually a feast for a group of people, and there is not much space for the bride and groom.

The scene was too dizzying, and there were too many people, the noise was so noisy that I don't know how long it lasted.

Most of the gods were so drunk that they fell crookedly on the soft grass.

Apollo held Lila in his arms, still holding the wine jar, clamoring for another wine fight with Zephyrus.The scene is a mess, but it is full of remnants of joy, and there are pleasant warm colors everywhere.

Psyche collapsed exhausted on the edge of the open air, looking at the sparkling lake in the distance, he also felt a little drunk.

"Cupid?" She blinked, feeling that her eyelids were heavy, and wanted to get up tremblingly, but she was supported by a pair of hands first.

"Ok?"

Cupid's beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and his icy eyes stared at her with a smile... His drinking capacity is really good, she clearly saw him being drunk by Apollo and others, but he was still so calm Leisurely, neither red nor anxious, as if nothing happened.

Cupid's slender white fingers covered her sleepy eyes, bringing a touch of coolness in the sweltering heat, like a refreshing Liquan in summer, making people extremely comfortable.

Psyche clings to those hands greedily.

The temperature on Cupid's hand was exactly the same as when he touched her for the first time, but at that time she thought he was eerie and scary, and she believed that he was the heinous monster and avoided him.

But at this time, she only hoped that these hands could stay by her side for a longer time, and a little longer, and it was best not to leave forever.

Psyche spat out a bubble of wine stupidly, "You have to teach me."

Teach her how to become a heavy drinker.

Cupid smiled indulgently, "Of course, but wait, now is not the time."

Psyche snorted, and his nerves became a little dull due to the effect of the wine.

"why?"

He hugged her horizontally, and the gauze skirt was scattered all over the floor, and the atmosphere became mellow invisibly.

"Because, dear, isn't today our wedding day?"

His voice was hoarse, and he touched her forehead heavily.

Psyche rubbed his eyes, and was slowly carried into the darkness.

The curtain was drawn down, blocking Kazuki's flower shadow.

Time is as calm as flowing water. In such a moment, everything is silent, and even the wind is blowing slowly, afraid to wake up the beautiful air.

Psyche clutched Cupid's neck, still drunk, sometimes sober, sometimes confused.

But whether she is awake or in a daze, she knows that they are bound by each other forever.

Just like their shadows at this moment, the shadows merged together, like a pair of butterflies walking hand in hand.

"Psyche, my love, my wife,"

Cupid's curly eyelashes rested softly on her smooth face, even in the dark, the deepness and concentration in his eyes could be seen clearly.

That kind of gaze can be described as very soft, silky as water, like an invisible ribbon, enveloping her whole body; but it can also be said to be very firm and determined, mixed with infinite meaning, like engraved on a stone tablet Words that are eternal and indelible will not disappear with time.

"……my God."

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