everyone loves apollo

Although just one day ago, when he returned to Mount Olympus, Apollo told Eros that he was no longer interested in falling in love, but in just a short moment, he had already changed himself. The mind became enthusiastic again.

But how can we develop a lover relationship with this beautiful boy?

As soon as he thought of this question, several confession experiences flashed through his mind, and almost every time ended in failure.

Although recalling these unpleasant experiences made him feel a little frustrated, Apollo soon happily discovered that this practice was quite useful, because by summarizing the similarities of each experience, he immediately discovered the failure. The main reason is: I was too impulsive, and before I developed a deep relationship with the other party, I hurriedly revealed my heart, and in the end I scared the other party away.

Not this time.

This time, I must first get along with him for a while, increase mutual understanding, and fully show him my medical skills, divination skills, musical talents, and perfect archery skills...let him know what a great god I am, and then , in order to perform intimate actions such as hugging and kissing.

In short, we must take the initiative to attack and find ways to gain his favor, but we must not be too eager to let him see my intentions.

What should I do?I have to plan it out.

Apollo thought hard for a long time, but failed, but other thoughts popped up one after another, completely out of the control of his will.

Judging by the appearance of this young man, he must not be Dionysus himself, because in the mouths of the gods, Dionysus has always been crazy, how can he be so honest.Then, he should be an attendant in the Temple of Dionysus, maybe it is a god from the lower realm, maybe he was ordered to guard the spring water or the vines here, this job is not easy... Oh, no , you idiot, now is not the time to think about these issues at all.Hurry up and say something, everything is fine, you have been silent for long enough, the atmosphere seems to be a bit wrong...God, why does he talk so little, I don't speak, and he doesn't say anything.

"Well, may I ask, have you seen a black leopard? It is so big and beautiful, it should be with me." Apollo said and gestured with his hand.

The big cat is the pet of Dionysus, he should know it, right?That way, we'll have enough to talk about, like its diet, its temper, etc., the Light God thought happily.

The boy waited for a while before speaking, with doubts in his tone.

"Leopard?" As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at Apollo. His black pupils were innocent and innocent, as pure and lovely as his appearance, and his voice was clear and clear, even better than a lyre. .

Apollo's heartbeat accelerated for a while, and he looked at the young man expectantly, but he immediately shook his head and said, "No, I only saw you floating on the top of the wine pool, and I will fish you up gone."

Apollo: "...huh?" This is different from the expected answer,

"Thank you then," he had to say.

The boy's face was red again, and he said in a low voice, "You're welcome." As soon as he finished speaking, he buried his head down, looked at his toes, and stopped talking.

Apollo finally found a common topic, but he finished talking in a few sentences, and he fell into thinking again.

"Oh, I'm Apollo, the God of Light." After a while, he finally remembered that it was time to introduce himself.

Unexpectedly, the boy didn't look surprised at all. Instead, he nodded calmly and said, "Well, I guessed it. Hello, God of Light."

When he said this, Apollo felt a little strange, and said, "You guessed it? How did you guess it?"

He didn't think that an attendant in the Temple of Dionysus had the opportunity to walk freely on Mount Olympus, let alone go to the Temple of Light or the banquet of the gods-otherwise, he would have noticed him long ago.

"Your hair and eyes," said the boy, "I have heard them say that your golden hair shines brighter than the sun, and your eyes are more beautiful than the bluest sea under Poseidon's rule."

"Really?" Apollo smiled, automatically understanding that the boy was praising him.Does this mean that he also has a good impression of him?Then his chances are much greater.Great, but what to say next?

"That's right, I don't know your name yet." The God of Light remembered another important question.

The young man looked up at him quickly, with an incomprehensible look in his eyes, and said, "My name doesn't sound good."

Huh?Is this a rejection?Do you mean you don't want to get to know each other better?

Apollo was a little uncertain.But judging by his expression, there is no feeling of indifference or displeasure.

Before he could figure it out, the young man actually took the initiative to speak: "When you fell into the wine pool just now, you drank a lot of wine. Although I have already given you drinking soup, I don't know how the effect will be. Now I feel still okay?"

As he spoke, he kept looking at him, as if trying to pick out signs of discomfort in his face.In a pair of black grape-like eyes, there is no doubt that there is concern.

Apollo secretly rejoiced in his heart.

He is such a gentle person, careful and considerate, I like this type the most.

Thinking of the way he fed him the hangover soup just now, Apollo's face was hot, and he couldn't help lowering his head, but immediately raised it again, cursing himself inwardly: You idiot, why are you blushing, you look like a Like a kid who can't talk about love.Pretty boys don't like your type.Remember, be calm, calm, and act experienced.

So he smiled, showing just six teeth, and replied, "It was quite uncomfortable at first, but it feels better now. Thanks to your hangover soup."

The boy smiled and stopped talking.

Well, this topic is also finished, what to talk about next.

If only Hermes was here, Apollo bit his lip and thought angrily, he would know how to continue the conversation.

"By the way," the boy who didn't want to reveal his name finally spoke, "Why did the God of Light come to the Temple of Dionysus?"

Apollo was relieved, great, finally he had something to say.It's a good topic, enough to talk through the night.

He looked up and looked at the sun above his head. It was still early and they could chat slowly.

"Well, I think the wine made by Dionysus is very delicious-oh, I drank it at the banquet of the gods before-but I don't know when the next gathering of the gods will be, in my Temple of Light I don't have any wine to drink, so I wanted to come and have a look." He said a lot in one breath.

The boy let out an "oh".

Apollo waited for his response, preferably offering to bring out the wine or something.But after he finished, he stopped talking and just looked at him with a smile.

Apollo bit his lip and said directly: "Are you an attendant of the Temple of Wine? Can you give me some wine?"

As he spoke, he felt ashamed that the dignified God of Light actually begged for a drink from a temple attendant.But, who made him so beautiful, just take the opportunity of asking for wine to develop a relationship with him.

The corner of the young man's mouth was raised higher, his black eyes were full of smiles, and he said, "Okay, I just don't know what kind of wine you want to drink?"

"Uh..." The God of Light fell into deep thought for a moment.He didn't know anything about wine.No matter what kind of grapes are used or what technique is used to make it, in his eyes, all wines are divided into two types: those that are easy to get drunk and those that are not easy to get drunk.

But this can't be said directly, wouldn't that expose his ignorance.

He didn't want to be despised and ridiculed by his sweetheart, even if it was a secret joke in his heart.

"What does Dionysus usually like to drink?" He finally thought of a less error-prone answer.

The boy raised his eyebrows, as if a little surprised: "You want to drink the kind of wine that Dionysus often drinks?"

When Apollo saw his expression, he had a bad intuition, and when he thought about the rumors about Dionysus drinking mad, he immediately realized that the wine he often drank must not be a good thing, so he quickly changed his words: "No, no, I Just asking casually. Actually, I'm not picky about wine at all, as long as it's not the kind he likes to drink, any wine is fine. "

"Really?" The young man laughed again, and said, "But there are thousands of wines in the Temple of Wine. Excluding the one he likes to drink, it's not easy to pick out the rest."

"That's it," Apollo was distressed, thinking about how to narrow the scope.

According to his original plan, he just wanted to get drunk to his heart's content. Of course, he would drink whatever wine was easy to get drunk.But now he has changed his mind. How can he chat with this cute boy after he is drunk, so it is best to choose a kind of wine that is the least likely to get drunk, and then the two of them will have a glass each, just under the grape arbor. Enjoy the gentle breeze and the sweet smell of grapes, while tasting the slightly sweet wine, while talking about his life in the Temple of Wine, and showing his accurate prophecy and so on.

Oh, if it could be done like this, the relationship between the two of them would definitely develop rapidly.

Just imagining the scene, Apollo narrowed his eyes for joy, and his blue eyes were full of smiles, like the sparkling light in the sea under the sun.

The boy on the opposite side stared into his eyes and licked his lips.

The God of Light has made up his mind, but he has encountered difficulties in expressing his intentions. What should he say?He couldn't just say that he wanted the bar where he was the least likely to get drunk. That would be too unmanly, and he might be despised by the teenager.

Seeing the perplexed expression on the face of the God of Light, the young man smiled and said empathetically, "Well, let's go to the wine cellar together, and take whatever wine you fancy."

These words hit Apollo's arms, his eyes lit up, and he agreed immediately.