everyone loves apollo

The Spartan warriors were chanting and roasting meat, when suddenly a strong wind blew up on the ground, and the olive tree at the entrance of the temple frantically waved its slender branches and messy green leaves, making a rattling sound, like a wave after wave waves.The newly planted laurel tree was shaken from side to side by the blowing, and the slender trunk seemed to be broken soon.

The devout warrior hurriedly raised his shield to block the hunting wind, and at the same time inserted his sword into the soil to stabilize his figure.And their hearts were full of anxiety.

Could it be that he unintentionally blasphemed the gods and caused him to be furious?

But the gale died down as quickly as it had risen.The faint sound of the lyre came from afar, as moving as a forest covered with green grass and wild flowers.

All of a sudden, this group of ruthless fighters who only knew about training and fighting, and never knew what music and art are, were all immersed in the sound of music, relaxed their hands holding the sword, and listened attentively, completely forgetting to explore the sound of the piano origin of.Gradually, their facial expressions became soft and calm, and an enchanted smile appeared on the corners of their mouths unconsciously.

At this moment, the great God of Light flew down from the clouds and fell in front of them, just like the radiant sun falling into the mortal world.Soft blond hair hung down obediently on both sides of his cheeks, swaying smartly with his steps.Beside him, an olive tree hangs its tall branches in homage to the temple's owner.Above him, groups of crows flew by, covering the sky like dark clouds.

All the soldiers were stunned.

They came to seek the oracle. They thought that if they were lucky, they could get a precious instruction, but they didn't expect to see the God of Light, let alone he was so young and handsome, far beyond everyone's expectations. The wildest imagination.

Most people lowered their heads in panic, not daring to look directly at those eyes that were brighter than the morning stars, but they couldn't help raising their heads a little bit, looking at the god's face secretly, trembling with excitement, unable to say a word. come out.

Only the leading fighters are more courageous.Like a ghost, he raised the barbecue on the tip of the sword, handed it to Apollo, looked at him blankly, and said incoherently: "God, Apollo, this is, I just roasted it, it's delicious... "As he spoke, he wanted to bite his tongue off.

Really, I can't speak too much, and I don't know if I've offended him by trying to use this little thing to please the gods.

Moreover, I should take off the barbecue, put it on a beautiful plate, and hold it to him with both hands, how can I just pass it over like this.

The young warrior hated his rudeness, but saw the handsome God of Light with two slender and white fingers, took off the leg of lamb on the tip of the sword, took a light bite, chewed slowly, swallowed, and then gave him a slap in the face. Show a smile.The smile reached the bottom of the eyes, like a circle of ripples on the calm sea, so beautiful that it sucked one's soul into it.

The soldier's face flushed, his mind exploded, and only one voice remained after repeated repetitions.

Ah, he smiled, he actually smiled at me.I'm going to die, even if I die immediately, this life is worth it.

His heart was excited for a long time, and suddenly he saw the brows of the God of Light frowning slightly.

It was like taking a bite of ice and snow while running and marching in winter, and his mind suddenly calmed down.

How many times did God's lips seem to move just now?

Damn it, he was so rude in front of the gods that he couldn't even hear what he said.

Ashamed and remorseful, he knelt down on one knee, raised his head, and asked shamefully, "God, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"I'm asking," the God of Light forgave his rudeness, motioned him to stand up, and said again, "Your name."

His voice was so beautiful that it even surpassed the lyre just heard.

"My name is Lysander," the brave Spartan warrior said with a trembling voice, feeling his head was confounded again.

"Very well, Lysander," Apollo smiled, "remember my oracle. The reason why the Spartans lost to the Athenians is..."

Lysander quickly turned the point of the sword upside down and made a slash on his thigh, only then did he pull himself together.

Blood flowed down his robe, as if he didn't notice the pain, he didn't even frown, just looked at the God of Light eagerly.

Apollo's eyelids jumped, and he said nonchalantly: "When you worshiped Cupid, you made a mistake of his personal image. It caused him to be furious on Mount Olympus, so he punished you and let you suffer defeat in the war. "

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of "Boom...", and someone's sword fell to the ground.

This... Eros is also in charge of war?Never heard of it.In fact, the reason why he was counted as one of the sacrifices before the war was just to follow the fine traditions passed down from generation to generation in Sparta, and he was not expected to play any practical role.After all, there are many gods in the sky, each performing their duties, and it is difficult to cross the boundary.The main hope of the Spartans was still on Zeus, the god of thunder, Apollo, the god of light, and Ares, the god of war.

Lysander was stunned for a while, and then asked bravely, "Well, God, I, I am stupid, I don't understand what you mean."

Apollo sighed, thinking that although the young man was pious, he was just a little stupid.He asked: "When you worship in the temple, what does the statue of Cupid look like?"

Lysander frowned, his eyeballs kept moving, and while trying to remember, he said intermittently: "The statue is very tall, probably a little taller than you, ah no, I mean, as tall as you. It looks very handsome —Of course, far inferior to you, but there is no expression. The hair is a bit curly and not long. Oh, by the way, there is no beard, and it looks quite young."

He was still thinking hard, but Apollo nodded and said, "That's right. You think Cupid is a handsome young man, don't you? In fact, you are completely wrong. His real image is like this."

After speaking, he pulled out his sword from Lysander's waist.

This movement inevitably made him touch the robe of the Spartan soldier, and in an instant, the distance between the two was brought closer to less than half a step.Lysander trembled all over, glanced at the scabbard of his comrade-in-arms beside him, and began to consider whether he should draw another sword on the other thigh.

The God of Light has already stepped back a few steps, and on the land in front of the temple, he slowly outlines an unprecedented image of the God of Love with the tip of his sword.

It was a little boy less than ten years old. He was chubby and chubby, with big eyes and a pointed and upturned nose. He was very cute. He was like a young Eros.Strangely, he was not wearing any clothes on his body.There are two small white wings on its back.He is holding a small and exquisite golden bow, a short arrow has already reached the string, and he is aiming forward, with a half-smile expression on his face, not as if he is promoting a holy marriage, but as if he is making a fun marriage. game.

Apollo's talent in literature and art is unmatched, otherwise Zeus would not have appointed him to be in charge of the nine muses.Although the painting was only carved on the rough soil, the details are complete and complex, and the expression is vivid. He was very satisfied. He admired it silently for a while, and said to the stunned soldiers standing aside: "Look, this This is the true appearance of the god of love. After returning, throw away the statues in the temple, go to other city-states to find highly skilled craftsmen, and carve new statues of gods according to this picture. The more the better, Sparta placed If you can't finish it, give it to other city-states and tell them that this is the God of love. As long as you do what I say, the next time you fight Athens, he will hear your prayers and help you in the war win."

The soldiers looked at each other, and for a while, no one spoke.

The image and function of the god of love simply subverted their cognition of gods since they were young.

Moreover, why is the god in charge of love and desire a young child?

It's just that no one dared to speak out about these doubts.

Apollo glanced over and guessed what they were thinking. His face darkened, and he said angrily, "Why? Don't believe it? Are you questioning the oracle issued by a god in charge of prophecy?"

"No, of course not," Lysander quickly waved his hand.

Even the slightest displeasure appeared on the flawless face of the God of Light, and he felt it was a sin and a blasphemy.

"It's just that they haven't gotten used to it for a while. After all, the image of Cupid is so... special." Lysander continued, "But please rest assured, we will definitely follow the oracle and completely reverse people's misconceptions about Cupid. .”

Only then did Apollo turn his anger into joy, and smiled, his crescent-like eyebrows and eyes were both bent, and said: "That's right. But you must not let others know that I said this. You know, in the Before you, several city-states who were defeated came to the temple to seek my instructions, but I rejected them."

Lysander said with emotion: "We will keep the secret. God of Light, thank you very much for your great love for Sparta. You are so generous and kind, we don't know how to be grateful."

Apollo blushed a little - he hadn't learned to deceive mortals with a deadpan expression and no shame, like Hermes and Athena.

"You are all devout believers," he said, "and I will be on your side in future wars."

All the soldiers were overjoyed immediately.

The promise of long-range gods is more useful than anything else.As we all know, most of the city-states that have received his love will return in triumph.

Lysander was even more excited with tears in his eyes, and said, "God, you will come to Sparta again! I still have a chance to meet you, it's so great..."

The God of Light nodded reservedly, ending his journey in the world.

After Lysander led the soldiers back to Sparta, he followed Apollo's oracle meticulously.Since then, the image of Eros in the mortal world has become a brat without clothes. Only a few remote city-states still retain the tall and handsome appearance.

Of course, this is a long time later.

That day, the God of Light completed his imaginary act of revenge; even though he knew it was useless—that indifferent guy like Eros didn’t care about his own image—he still felt refreshed and left the temple contentedly, He didn't notice a white figure passing behind the thick marble pillar in front of the door at all.