everyone loves apollo

The young Apollo was running happily in the mountains and forests in a knee-length hunting suit.He held a lyre in his hand, and a silver bow hung on his shoulder. The golden arrows in the quiver collided and jingled all the way. The yellow arrows reflected the brilliance of the sun, which was the same color as his hair.

He is the god of light in charge of music.When he plucked the strings, everything in the world was immersed in the sound of his zither.The leaves in the forest stopped rustling, the rivers on the ground stopped rushing, the birds in the sky forgot to flap their wings, even the most ferocious tigers and wild boars crawled out from the dark depths of the forest, obediently Crouching at his feet, on all fours, revealing a soft belly and smooth fur, begging for his favor.

But in this dense forest, there is one exception.

In a place covered by tall trees, Apollo saw a tall young man.He was leaning against a cypress tree with lush branches, lowering his head and fiddling with the things in his hands.He was so focused and serious that no matter how beautiful the sound of the lyre was, he couldn't stop his work and take a break.

Apollo recognized him at a glance as a great god, because his whole body shone with the brilliance of divinity.But which god is this?He thought hard and couldn't find the answer for a long time.He has attended many banquets on Mount Olympus. He has seen many gods and goddesses, big and small, but he has never seen this figure.

He was wearing a loose white gown with pleats that fell to his ankles, and around his waist was a belt of azure blue, like the color of the sea when the sea is calm.His curly, light-brown hair was trimmed just to the ears, revealing a graceful jaw and neck, and marble-smooth white skin.

Following his gaze, Apollo saw the golden bow in his hand.The back of the bow is engraved with exquisite patterns of wisteria flowers, and the arrow tails are inlaid with a few golden feathers, which looks golden and very beautiful.However, the size of the bow and arrow is too small, like a child's toy.The bowstring is also too slender, as if it would break if you pluck it lightly, let alone use it to deal with the enemy.But the strange god treated them like treasures, and wiped them delicately with a dollop of golden fleece, down to the tiniest crevice.

After thinking for a moment, Apollo guessed his identity.

As far as he knew, among all the gods in heaven and earth, except him, there was only one who used bows and arrows as weapons: Eros, the son of Aphrodite, the god of beauty, and Ares, the god of war.He never attended the gatherings and banquets on Mount Olympus, nor did he care about those precious god food and fairy liquid, but ran around on the earth, matching couple after couple with his golden arrows, Let men and women give birth to offspring continuously, and let the world maintain youth and vitality forever.

But his bow and arrow are too small, can such a small thing really hit people?Apollo looked at his and then at his own, and couldn't help shouting at him: "Eros, although your golden bow is beautiful, it shouldn't work well for shooting people, right? Why don't you change it to a bigger bow?" What about one point? Here, it’s like this silver bow on my back.”

Eros had already heard the melodious sound of the lyre, and also felt that a powerful god had come not far away, but he was just too lazy to answer.As the God of Eros with an ancient bloodline, he has neither married nor had a lover for many years.Countless handsome men and beautiful women in the world can't make him the slightest interest, let alone such a trivial matter.Hearing Apollo's provocation, he just raised his head lazily and looked at him lightly.Unexpectedly, at this glance, he was taken aback.

Judging from his stature, the boy in front of him was only a few months old, and he has not yet reached the peak state of a god.The tall and slender body not only has the fitness of a young man, but also has a little bit of youthfulness.Sleeveless tops do not hide well-proportioned arms.Because I often draw the bow and shoot arrows, every muscle on it seems to contain huge strength.Under the knee-length hunting suit are two slender and strong calves. Long-term running and jumping have made their shape extremely perfect.His long hair exudes the fragrance of grass and trees, curls down to his shoulders, the color is like shining gold, he has a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, and blue eyes.His handsome appearance is second to none even among the gods, and his sunny and radiant temperament is beyond the reach of Ares, the god of war, and Hermes, the god of thieves.He was like a radiant sun that fell into the dark forest and dispelled the surrounding haze in an instant.

Eros immediately remembered his name, Apollo from the island of Adros.When he was born, Rhea, the mother of Zeus, the king of all gods, Themis, the goddess of justice, and Amphitrite, the queen of Poseidon, all went to welcome his birth.It is said that at the moment when he was born, above the cloudy sky, the sun suddenly shot out thousands of golden lights, and the animals on the island danced happily. All the flowers emitted various fragrances at the same time, and proud white swans circled around Then he flew seven times.Even Zeus immediately sent a lyre, a silver bow and a flying car as gifts.

This is a young man who has been loved by thousands of people. His appearance is so handsome that even the sun in the sky pales in comparison.

Eros' eyes finally fell on his lips, which were as rose-like in color and glowed like pearls. Just looking at them, one could imagine that their touch was as soft as the clouds in the sky.

"Apollo," he suddenly became interested in speaking, "although your silver bow is strong and huge, if it is not accurate, it will lose any practical use."

When Eros looked up, Apollo was greatly shocked.He had never seen a god more beautiful than himself.He suddenly remembered the evaluation of God of Cupid by the gods: "He is the most beautiful among the immortal gods. All the gods and mortals will be distraught and numb when they see him. No matter how many mental schemes and careful planning they will forget Gotta clean it up."

Poor Apollo felt a momentary loss of consciousness right now, so that Eros repeated what he said just now, and then he reacted, and said unconvinced: "I am a long-range shooter, of course there is no problem with my aim. You see , I used this bow to shoot Pitong, the giant snake who bullied my mother." He took the silver bow off his back, stretched the bowstring far away, and formed a full moon shape, and then said: "He His body is coiled among boulders, as big as a hill. His snake skin has ugly scales, hard as a stone. If it is an ordinary mortal, just seeing its terrifying appearance, his legs will be scared I turned weak and ran away. But I was not afraid of him, and shot him in the vitals with one arrow. After he died, his body occupied a large area. You should really see with your own eyes how brave and powerful I am."

The young Apollo held his blond head high, bragging about his achievements.The lips like rose petals kept opening and closing, and the azure blue eyes shone with excitement, just like the sparkling sea surface when the sun was rising.

Eros was infected by his joy, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously. "Apollo, I believe what you say," he said, "but what's so great about shooting a giant snake? He's so big that even a mortal who doesn't know how to use an arrow can easily aim at it. As you Is this the only thing a long-range shooter can do?"

"Of course not only." The boy jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and the corners of his eyes blushed a little because of anger, and said, "My arrows hit everything with a hundred hits. I once stood by the sea On the cliff, looking into the distance, a sailing ship appeared on the horizon. They were so far apart that only a slender mast could be seen, but my arrow shot out and hit the top of the mast. Those mortals thought that the gods were there On their wooden boat, they were so frightened that they quickly knelt down and prayed."

He pointed to the sky and said, "If you still don't believe it, have you seen that bird? It flapped its powerful wings and flew high in the clouds. From the ground, only a flickering bird could be seen. A small black dot suddenly appeared. But as long as I make a move, I can shoot it in either eye. Tell me, do you want to shoot the left eye or the right eye?"

He posed a standard archery posture toward the sky, the muscles on his arms tensed, and the expression on his face became focused and serious, but his eyes squinted at Eros, waiting for his answer.

Viewed from the side, his eyelashes are exceptionally long and thick, wrapping his crystal clear eyeballs.With the blinking of the eyelids, the upper and lower rows of eyelashes touched together from time to time, and separated at the touch, as if brushing gently on Eros' heart.

He smiled and said: "No, no, God of Silver Bow, I don't doubt your ability, I believe in your honesty, since you said that you can hit the mast and the flying bird, there must be no problem. But 100% hit this You can't talk nonsense about this. As far as I know, there is at least one thing in this world that you can't shoot."

"What is it?" Apollo let go of the hand holding the bow, took a few steps towards Eros, and looked at him eagerly, like a little puppy squatting on the ground looking at its master.Looking closely, his eyes are wet, like a puddle of sea water in his eyes, showing a bit of stubbornness, curiosity, and annoyance.

It was the first time Eros saw such rich eyes. After a while, he pointed to his chest and replied calmly: "Your golden arrow can't hit my heart." Picking up his own golden bow, aiming at Apollo's left chest, he pulled the bowstring casually, and said, "But mine can hit yours."

The proud boy could not accept such humiliation.Even his own sister, Artemis, the moon and the goddess of hunting, who is skilled in archery, dared not boast such a thing in front of him.Crescent-like eyebrows almost stood up, and he said angrily: "Eros, I challenge you. Let's compete and shoot each other's heart with arrows. Whoever shoots first will win. "