[Greek mythology] The troubles of Adonis

"Heh, look who I met?" Hermes was just doing a routine job. When he saw the Plant God who was so calm that he was sitting by the bed, he had a beautiful face, as beautiful as a sun surrounded by fragrant mist. Then he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and jokingly said: "I can't find you, the god of love and beauty who has been destroyed in the kingdom of the soul is heartbroken because of this, with tears streaming down his face, and he repeatedly questioned me. The suspicion is innocent." The Messenger hid her Beloved's Orb deep within. The only one who smiled was the wise Enemy who comforted her lover and won her sweet and tender bosom."

Adonis smiled involuntarily, and as the corners of his lips were drawn, a beautiful arc was formed, like a shyly blooming epiphyllum, pure and flawless, but soaked in a lingering melancholy, like Ying Dew-covered delicate green buds make people look down: "Take your shade."

A pair of small pear dimples appeared on the snow-white side cheeks, bringing a sweetness that he himself didn't realize, adding radiance to this amazing beauty, and the bright black eyes were shining brightly, Better than the vanity whitewashing of those goddesses, delicate and artificial.

Hermes couldn't help admiring in his heart, even if he didn't put on any makeup, he was still getting more and more beautiful.

However, unlike the anxious Aphrodite, he doesn't like to recklessly pick off the green fruits that are still in the growing stage, and would rather spend a little time waiting, and there will eventually be sweet fruits hanging on the branches.

The thick black eyelashes like crow feathers were modestly drawn, and the soft voice was more moving than the melodious and melodious nightingale: "It's a pleasure to see you again, Your Highness Hermes."

He didn't explain why he appeared here, because he didn't want to show weakness, and he also felt that there was no need to explain to the witty and cunning creator of deception.

Hermes narrowly said: "If it wasn't for the overnight rain that caused the tide to overflow the riverbank, the baby rabbits nestled comfortably in it would not be wandering on the dry desert."

Orpheus, who was in the soul state, saw that they were chatting happily on their own, and they looked very familiar, so he couldn't help being stunned for a while, and Adonis said: "It may sound very brazen, but I have to seek your Highness's advice. help."

"Then tell me first, has the bloody incarnation stretched out a cold spear at you?"

Adonis glanced at him silently: "Probably just sounded the drum and raised the flag."

He thought he hadn't been physically harmed, and Hermes was mainly curious, so there was absolutely no possibility of him taking action to protect him, and it was useless to say more.

"Since you were bred to be beautiful, it is your bounden duty to maintain a beauty that makes people ecstatic. Troubles are the most useless things, not worth memorizing." Hermes seemed to see through his thoughts , After a few words of persuasion without a trace, he said: "With you, a new friend with a dull mind, I don't need to make a special trip to open the door for you, but it's a matter of little effort."

He satisfied his desire to inquire, and agreed very readily, but he still maintained an attitude of disapproval of Adonis' actions: "If you are forced to hide by the ardent love she exudes, what is left of your sanity It is enough to support normal operation, and you will remember that the underworld is not a suitable environment for young stamens who are used to being loved by the fragrant wind. There is no prey worthy of your bow and string, the mountains will not be covered with snow, and the sky will not be covered with snow. There will be floating drizzle and colorful clouds. The cracks in the rocks are ruthlessly blocked and shrouded in dense fog all year round. It is not the silence of death, the cry of despair, or the appeal of pain and panic. Even a ray of sunshine can't help Trespassing with the permission of Hades, where the coconut trees bear no fruit, the poplars are pure black, and the soil is as dry as sand or muddy, too sinister for delicate flowers and plants to live in."

"And the stubborn residents are indifferent and ruthless, and only recognize their familiar partners. Even the plump pomegranates probably won't soften their hearts because of your perfection, nor will they feel pity for your sad and tearful eyes."

If it was just Aphrodite and Ares, Adonis would not have made such a move, but the ruler of thunder and sky is about to move, there is nothing to hide on the earth, and there is no refuge for him anymore. Was forced to the end of the cliff involuntarily.

He didn't say this to Hermes, who was loyal to the king of gods, but stated gently: "Even if they disagree with me and speak sarcasticly, they are kind enough to turn a blind eye. Lost and inexplicable will emerge, and the wonderful taste of freedom alone is enough to make me gluttonous and rich in spirit, and the bone marrow that yearns for it is deeply tasted."

He had enough patience to wait, just asking for a safe place to live away from the control of the gods of Olympus.

Even if he is as powerful as the lord of the sky, he will not be so fascinated that he makes a special trip to a dark dignitary.

"Okay." Hermes pondered for a while, then smiled suddenly, and did not continue to persuade: "Then... let's go."

Orpheus, who voluntarily went to the kingdom of death, is naturally not as stubborn as other ghosts who refuse to accept the cruel fact of his death, or who still have people and things that he cares about. Seeing that he is very obedient and obedient. Hermes saved the effort of confusing him with the sound of the harp, held a parasitic golden branch, and led the two of them straight through Erebus, which symbolizes darkness, and was sent by the wind to the village near Yinghaiokeanos. , the dark gate of Hades.

He is both guide and escort.

Connected to the door is a long, dark and meandering river. The water is fast-flowing, undercurrents and tumbling. There are poisonous Aconitum plants growing on the riverside, and golden spikes with narrow leaves and gray color. They stand quietly and are occasionally blown by phantoms. The folded sleeves of the clothes were moved and swayed gently.

There are often some people who are faintly visible, with empty eyes, driven by the persistence that can't even take away the lost memory, wandering slowly and uselessly around the gate that cannot be left.

The moment I officially stepped into the Netherland, whether it was the bright sunshine or the pleasant temperature, even the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers disappeared without a trace, as if all the breath of life was completely swallowed by an invisible big mouth, and the rest There are only illusory wandering souls, the empty and silent wilderness, and the deserted and gloomy dark sky.

The string in Orpheus' mind visibly tensed, and Adonis was the last to walk in.

Unlike Orpheus, who was overwhelmed by the ubiquitous death pressure, it may be that there are a lot of plants growing in the underworld, and they are still watching curiously, and because they did not repel rashly, he was affected It can be said to be negligible, much better than imagined.

Before boarding the boat, his attention was basically attracted by the three-headed giant dog that was looking at him in confusion - it had a strong and tall body like an adult giant cow, with a colorful venomous snake that spewed letters around its neck, Lying lazily by the river, Huang Chengcheng's eyes were fixed on the direction of the door, and he flicked his slender tail at Hermes, who was a frequent visitor to the underworld, and when he looked carefully, it turned out to be a snake!

"That's Cerberus," Hermes said with his back to Adonis, but he was able to clearly answer the question he didn't ask: "He is in charge of guarding the gate and not letting anyone go out from here. The bright red drops are the blood splashed by ignorant disobedients when they are torn apart by their teeth. It likes white bread and honey cakes, but remember to feed them only one at a time, so that its three warlike heads can compete with each other. Fan, I have no time to pay attention to you who violated the rules."

He is planning to stay for a long time this trip, and the timing of his next visit is far away. Maybe by then, Cerberus will become fond of oatmeal cakes.

Adonis responded casually, with a calm expression on the surface, but secretly surprised in his heart.

——How did Hermes see through his thoughts?

At the same time, he silently began to think about whether he had ever turned disrespectful content in his mind before.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the liar and the god of eloquence laughed out loud: "Did I really guess correctly, you are really curious about its identity?"

Adonis: "..."

"If you are impatient to feed him, those who are talented in music will play beautiful music to coax you," Hermes said, looking at the silent Orpheus.Although the latter was sitting motionless on the small pier waiting for Charon to drive a boat to the shore, he was always eagerly looking around for the figures on the shore, so as to know if there were any people he wanted to rescue day and night. Eurydice.

Hermes smiled inexplicably, and continued: "The brave man with enough force will let him drink the water of the Acheron River and fall into a short slumber."

Charon, the ferry god holding the oar, got the silver coins given by Hermes. It happened that there were only two passengers on this trip, so he turned a blind eye to Adonis who had sneaked in.

Looking at the picture of their transaction, Adonis thought deeply.

... I don't know if the huge amount of money this bearded man has received over time includes the taxes to be paid to His Majesty Pluto?

"I won't go any further," Hermes' words interrupted Adonis' thoughts. He stood on the shore with a smile, giving his last words to this beautiful young man who might never have the chance to see him again. : "I hope you escaped the atrocities of plundering beauty as you wish, but if you feel remorse and want to leave the lonely death, you can go back along the same road, pass through the dry hills, and meet Cerberus at the door. , Blow the leaf flute I gave you in time, the divine power contained in it can make it fall asleep, and you can leave calmly, as simple as picking up a baby that has already been born."

Without giving Adonis another chance to express his gratitude, Hermes disappeared like a breeze.

Charon shook the long oar indifferently. In fact, he didn't need to work hard to move the oar, the rapids would push the boat forward by itself.The water quality of the Styx River is special, and the weight of the living will make the slow-moving boat extremely unstable. Fortunately, there are only two passengers who have paid enough for the ferry, and there is no danger of capsizing at any time.

Charon's voice is as rough as the gravel that rubs against papyrus, he hums an out-of-tune tune in a low voice, and his staid face reveals a little comfort.Taking the first-dead ghosts to the other side of the river was just a natural cycle for him. It's just a blurry ghost figure, let alone distinguishing the specific appearance.

Adonis wanted to comfort him. The ghosts who would walk aimlessly by the river are all minds honed by time. generation.However, considering that Eurydice is most likely to fall into this category, it is impossible to say this to Orpheus, whose complexion is already pale as paper and nervous.

Pushed and shoved by the rushing waves all the way, this unpretentious, even dilapidated boat sailed rapidly to the other end of the river, and soon reached the Plain of Truth.

This is where the undead are judged by the judges, and then decide whether to be sent to Elysee, which is called the place of happiness, or Tartarus, the place of pain that makes people change their faces.

Orpheus and Adonis disembark, the former battered, with daze, pain, and more insensitivity infected by the hopeless spectacle.

In a daze, he wanted to walk back to see if his wife was among the crowd of gray souls along the way, but he took a step when the God of Vegetation called him softly.

"Wait a minute, Orpheus."

Already forgetting all about what they had agreed in advance, Orpheus stopped reflexively and turned to look at him.