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It may be because of this excessive loneliness that the horses let down their trampling sounds for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the place, and the speed of the carriage also became sluggish.

The wheels hit the ground, and Persephone swayed. She hastily propped her elbows on the edge of the carriage seat to stabilize her body. The flowers on her head fell off and rolled onto Hades who was sitting in front of the mural. side.

The flowers were stained with the black mist dripping on the ground, and immediately grew long stems and leaves that spread over, and the slender stems were wrapped around his wrist, and the flowers bloomed on his gold bracelet.

Persephone watched those flowers and leaves blooming on him, and felt a little embarrassed for some reason.The flower on her head is how much she likes Hades, even the one in her memory will not let her go.

The flowers startled Hades, who was drawing a lonely person at the banquet and turned his head. In his last memory, his complexion was a healthy brown, but now sitting in the fog of death, the god's black hair hangs down on his shoulders, and his fair skin There is a tense and solemn feeling on the face, and I don't know how many shades it has turned white.

There is no trace of vitality in his indifferent eyes, like a large gloomy fern, hidden under a large area of ​​bright colors, the strong red and crazy blue cover all the vitality on his body, even the folds of the clothes All blurred.

Persephone couldn't tell what it felt like. She felt that Hades looked more like a human-shaped stone, or even a dead person lying flat in the freezer.

Just from the last memory, the comparison is like seeing the protagonist of a Superman movie suddenly decline and be defeated. This is a tragic stimulus for the audience who are obsessed with the protagonist's theory of victory.

Even if the protagonist is not her favorite.

The carriage slowly moved away from him under the mural, and Persephone thought that this memory was just a flash, but saw him raise his wrist and look at it, a few innocent Maixian flowers formed a garland around the gold bracelet, The pink color is like a fire that ignites the sense of vitality in him, and washes away some hopeless gloom.

Persephone's tense heart just now was relieved by the impact of this color, but thinking about everything he experienced just now, he couldn't feel better. Using this unbelievable state to enter another person's memory world is more profound than verbal confession. many.

Moreover, his memory has a lot of negative energy, which makes his childhood miserable and his adulthood miserable.She is the kind of person whose tear glands develop when watching tragic movies, and she really can't bear this kind of picture.

As the carriage went further and further away, the lonely figure standing under the mural seemed to be covered and eroded by red rust. He still raised his wrist and looked at the flower on his hand.

It seemed that in this lonely and hopeless world, his only mood swings came from the flowers she dropped on the ground.

This was just a memory of Hades. Persephone was lying on the side of the carriage trying to convince herself not to be in a bad mood. After all, this was a scene from the past.

So even if she went to comfort him, or stayed with him for a while, it was just an unnecessary afterthought.Moreover, Hades in reality is really unsympathetic.

Persephone took a deep breath, and when she was about to flick the rope ruthlessly to urge the horses to run faster, she hesitated and paused. Although Hades was in the past, her bad mood was in the present.

Every time she watched a tragedy movie, it took her a long time to recover. The memory of Hades was more uncomfortable than a hundred movies in which lovers become enemies.

And when I saw beggars begging for money at school, I lost my good mood for a day without sweeping a few dollars.

Persephone thought for a while, but still didn't want to panic herself, thinking that Hades in this memory liked flowers, so it would be enough to just sprinkle a few more flowers for him, and it would not cost much effort or money.

Lest he sit miserably in front of the mural every day and drink the northwest wind to the painted banquet.Being miserable like this beggar is simply morally kidnapping others to sympathize with him. If you don't sympathize, you are not a human being.

She stretched out her hand to smooth her hair, and she found that many flowers had bloomed again. She scraped off a large group of wild flowers on her hair, including red poppy, vetch, Yunnan comfrey, etc., and filled her hands with colorful colors.

She is amazed every day that her hair is like a basket, and all kinds of flowers can be put in it.

Persephone turned around and lay on the back of the carriage, grabbed a large bunch of flowers and threw them out, and then said to Hades who was not far away: "That, this is for you."

Countless fresh flowers fell on the promenade, like the light dotted on this dilapidated memory.

The god who was looking at his wrist felt something lightly falling on his hair, and he stretched out his hand to take it off with a blank expression. It was a wild flower.

Then he raised his head when he heard the shout, and saw that Persephone, who was lying on the back of the carriage, had torn off all the hair bands, and her hair was caught on her left shoulder, and then she picked off all the flowers on it with her right hand, one by one. Duo was thrown into his memory, sowing the power that belonged to her to this barren and dark land.

There is still life.

The carriage gradually went away, and the flowers she left on the ground broke into his next memory wantonly.

Hades stood in the flower, losing all expression.

This piece of memory is beginning to shatter, cracks and popping sounds can be heard from the gorgeous murals, and tall columns are collapsing.The wild flowers she threw to him surged up like a tide, spreading and blooming all the way, breaking all the dark colors here, and bringing vitality and beauty.

The murals of memory are formed by his power. When he walks in, he can feel the emotions of memory, the hatred of birth, the pleasure of killing his father, the loss of being drawn into the underworld, and the pain.

When he found that as the number of human undead began to increase, the black mist on his body became thicker and thicker, and the power of death polluted plague and disease.When some happy immortal god accidentally touched his divine power, he lay down on the ground unable to move.

It was as if his heart had been pinched by the god of misfortune and filled with filthy pain. He could only wander in the hallway of the Hades palace day and night, drawing countless happy moments with a golden pen dipped in divine power, but he could never return easily. on the ground.

Later, the number of human undead was unbearable, and they became more and more noisy.

All kinds of complaints, cursing, pain, and crazy voices became the braided threads on the death robe, embroidering rotten and smelly fruits of power.

Holding the death scepter in his hand, while his strength is growing stronger, he has also been stripped of his joyful nature, no longer fond of banquets and competitions, and his heart is becoming more and more cruel.

I even forgot how difficult this memory was.But now this piece of the most inadaptable gloomy memory has more flowers.

Hades looked at the wildflower in her hand with a blank expression. The tender flower stalk was like her fragile and lovely wrist, and the fragrance of the petals was like her skin.

The memory began to fade all the paint, blanks covered the walls and the ground, and countless cracks formed a huge network of scars at Hades' feet.

Instead of quickly following Persephone's carriage as before and continuing to accompany her through his memories, he stared at the flowers in his hand for a long time in bewilderment.

Then he tried to bring the flower to his lips and kissed it lightly.

The mural of memory constitutes the absolute world of death power, and Cupid's arrow cannot work in this space.The strange thing is, why is his heart still beating so fast?

Persephone broke into the arched stone door that suddenly appeared from that lonely corridor, and found that her eyes were blank, and when she woke up, she saw herself curled up in a ball, wrapped in a cocoon-like soft light.

She stared, wondering what this memory was?But after experiencing the experience of being spit out of the stomach, she can be regarded as someone who has seen many big scenes, so she still has some calmness.

She obediently reached out and hugged herself, thinking that Hades was so miserable in the memory just now, it should be impossible to have a worse memory.

And in reality, Hades looks high-spirited, and the appearance of waving a whip to smoke ghosts is simply a bully.

Okay, not at all pitiful.

Probably after I figured it out, I felt that I lived in such a big house by myself, and before a bunch of relatives came to destroy the house, I happily let go of my bad mood and began to evolve into a purposeful workaholic.

When Persephone was just trying to remember when she could finish it, she heard a bang, as if the terrifying sound of the ground splitting came from above her head.

She raised her hand in a daze, and saw a pair of tender hands stretched out from above, and then she found herself being gently held up.

In the white light, Persephone vaguely saw a familiar little cute baby appearing outside the light.

It was Hades, the Hades of childhood.

More than half of his soft round face was split, and he hugged her with short legs and feet, as if he was afraid that she would lose her.

Persephone saw countless fatal wounds for humans appeared on his small body, it was almost disembowelled.Just now I was thinking that it couldn't be worse, but in the end I had to face such a tragic visual impact.

Persephone moved her mouth, she really didn't know what to say, is there no end to his misery?

The short-legged Hades hugged her with his small hands, rubbed his crippled face against the light on her outer layer, and then said in a childish voice with an expressionless face, "I am Hadi, the son of Cronus. Si, please protect me and wash away the filth from my body, I will enshrine you as the main god, as your sub-god believers will shape your body, build temples, and burn sacrifices for you."

After he finished speaking, he lifted her up seriously, with a pious expression on his face.

"Please, let me be your believer."

Persephone noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly, his childish eyes were full of longing, and his face was unnaturally serious because of being too nervous.

She suddenly remembered that Hades once said that when he was spit out by his scumbag father, he went to find the goddess who could purify him, but the goddess didn't want him.

Could it be this scene?

He didn't say that his goddess is Tuanqiu, and his memory is getting better and better. He just let her watch from the sidelines, but now let her directly participate.

Although she knew that the memory had already happened, and Hades had no chance to be purified by the favor of the goddess of the ball, Persephone didn't have such troubles. She just wanted to call it a day and go to Hades's memory data.

So when she was about to say yes to him, she found that she couldn't.Can memory not be changed?

Just when Persephone was puzzled, she suddenly heard a ticking sound. She looked blankly, and saw the light golden blood on Hades' face falling into the light on her outer layer, and what mixed with the blood were the tears from the corners of his eyes. .

A very small drop and it disappears quickly.

But this silent sadness was too shocking, and by the time Persephone realized something, she had already stretched out her arms to hug him.The light on her outer layer faded, and her body stretched out into a normal size, and little Hades nestled in her arms and stared at her blankly.

Persephone looked at this face, miserable and cute, completely incompatible with the grown-up Hades.She even felt that this was an ordinary child, and she didn't know how to comfort this little guy who was abandoned for a while, so she had to bite the bullet and hold his trembling fingers, hugging him even tighter.

No comfort is as real as a hug.

Besides, Persephone doesn't know what to comfort her, she can't say that people can't be too licking, since they are all abandoned, forget it, and hate them so much for so many years, isn't this hurting and sad, really Not worth it.

She did this because she wanted to end being tortured by this memory as soon as possible.He is miserable, and she is also miserable if she can't see the tragedy.

Persephone just wanted to sigh, but found that the shadow above her head was shrouded, and she realized that Hades came from nowhere and was looking down on her.

Facing the adult Hades was much more stressful, she swallowed silently, but realized that the child in her arms had disappeared.Not only the child, but the surrounding environment also turned into a white background, and countless cracks turned into lines, intertwined and melted together.

The only thing that was clear was Hades in front of him. He bent down and stretched out his hand. Persephone realized what he was going to do, and quickly waved his hand and said, "No, I myself..."

Before he could say two words, he hugged his whole body into his hot arms.She clenched her hands tightly, leaning her body tightly against his hard chest, the temperature of her skin mixed with the vague scent of spices, mixed into an aura that made her feel dazed.

His heart was beating fast.

Persephone thought of his normal temperature, and compared it with the current temperature, and found that Hades is like a volcano ready to erupt. The magma is only surging through a soft shell, and it will erupt at any time.

She immediately shut up and didn't dare to move, letting Hades step out of the wall of memory step by step, and she went out from the wall again just like when she went in.

Persefine saw that half of her body was still fused into the wall, and in the next second she was back in the empty hall burning with pine oil torches. She took a hard look at the wall.

It was discovered that her figure appeared in the mural on the wall where they came out. She knelt on the ground and stretched out her hands to gently hug a scarred child. Her face was so soft and loving that it was unbelievable.

Persephone took a breath, and then saw the painting next door. It turned out to be the painting of Hades staring at the mural in a daze with a pen. In the dark background behind him, there were countless flowers blooming.

He seemed less lonely. , please keep in mind:,.