Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

Eugene was still crying, he was unable to support his body, so he could only seek help from others.He promised a large amount of wealth to the onlookers. Although some people were unmoved, others were tempted and rushed to help him.He was in excruciating pain, and he couldn't care less about finding out the person who threw the bamboo stick at him. Besides, he also knew that the person who could pierce the sole of his foot with a bamboo stick was something he couldn't offend. Being able to bear this breath, he was escorted to the hospital.

As soon as Eugene left, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Someone went to help Atlante, who was sitting on the ground, but Atlante had already tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings in this short period of time, and she was unwilling to hand over her hand to those who had just watched her liveliness , stubbornly propped up his injured body, and stood up unsteadily.

She was pulled by Eugene before and broke her knee, but now she stands precariously, like a lily of the valley swaying in the wind, looking pitiful and helpless.She walked a few steps, then suddenly staggered, her body lost her balance, and she fell headlong towards the cold stone street.

In a blink of an eye, a big hand reached out, grabbed her clothes, and forcibly lifted her up.That hand was not gentle, as if it wasn't pulling a person, but the dead flesh on the kitten's neck.She was stunned, raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the man's hand from the corner of her eye, and saw a skewer of half-bitten roast lamb.

"...It was you who saved me??"

As far as the eye can see, it is a tragic mask.Atlanta's tone inevitably hesitated.

It's so strange that people still wear tragic masks so long after Dionysus!

Is it really okay to eat roast lamb while wearing a mask?

Several questions popped up in Atlante's mind in succession, and it was inevitable that he would lose his focus.She stared blankly at Tartarus, forgetting to look away for a moment.

Suddenly, a gentle male voice broke her daze: "Are you okay?"

A big dry and warm hand supported her and helped her to sit down on the stone steps by the roadside.I don't know if it's her illusion, it seems that since the man touched her hand, her wound doesn't hurt anymore.

The pain was relieved, Atlante looked up with a small face, and said gratefully: "I? It's okay, thank you two kind people."

Tartarus shook his head and said, "Not kind."

"Ah?" Atlante was stunned for a while, then he reacted and quickly raised his vigilance.She didn't expect that there are people in this world who say "no good intentions" so bluntly, it's really hard to guard against!

Tartarus didn't pay attention to the defense in her eyes, pointed at Apollo and said, "Help you, he's happy, you're incidental."

Atlanta: "..."

Atlante thought to himself, although she is not important, there is no need to tell her specially, it is quite embarrassing.

Apollo was pleased by Tartarus' straightforwardness.The smile at the corner of his mouth was blocked by a thick tragic mask, but his eyes couldn't be concealed, with a smile on his face.

Atlante was still young, and she couldn't understand Apollo's eye-browsing lawsuit, so she just wanted to hurry to the pier and call her brother back.In the past, she was ignorant and always acted coquettishly asking for this and that, but in the future she will not want anything, and the burden on her brother will be lighter, so that he can continue his dream without being tormented by life.

Atlanta squeezed her petal-like lips and stood up on the ground.

Apollo said with concern: "Go back and have a rest, you will get better soon." When he was supporting her, he used a little divine power to help her recover from her injury, and now she should be able to walk smoothly.

The stubborn Atlante shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, me? It's okay, I don't need to rest."

Hearing this, Tartarus frowned and said in disapproval, "Where are you going if you don't rest?"

It was rare for Apollo to see him caring about others, so he couldn't help but look at him more.Just listen to Tartarus' rational analysis: "You are injured now, it is difficult to walk, it is inconvenient to go anywhere, it takes a lot of energy, it is not worth it, and you can wait until the injury recovers."

Hearing that Tartarus abused words again, Apollo felt dumbfounded.

Atlante could understand what Tartaros meant, but said: "You are very reasonable, but I? Can't wait any longer. I? Want to see my brother right away, I?

At the end of Atlante's words, another thin layer of mist floated in his eyes.Tartarus thought she would cry, but she did not.It was as if he thought she would rush to the pier immediately after she finished speaking, but he didn't expect Atlante to turn back home.

"Man is strange," said Tartarus.

Apollo didn't like Tartarus putting too much energy on irrelevant people. He suggested: "Let's go and go to the east of the city to buy cheese balls."

Tartarus didn't move: "Wait."

After a while, Atlanta came out of the house again.She changed her clothes, combed her hair again, and the gray dress became cute when she wore it, and the expression on her face was even more charming.

She didn't expect that the two male gods were still there, she was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head in shame: "Thank you for helping me, but I just went in, not to give you a thank you gift. You also heard about my family It's...excuse me? No way? Here's a decent present for you guys."

She thought about it, thought of something, raised her small face again, grinned, and showed a bright smile.

"I? Give you a smile," Atlante said, showing a bit of youthful innocence.She recalled her mother, who died of illness, with some nostalgia: "My mother once said that my smile is the most cheerful. I hope you are happy every day!"

As the god of light, Apollo enjoyed the sacrifices of believers, and the god received countless gifts in his life.But he has never received such a strange gift, it can only be seen, not touched, and it is fleeting, but it really makes him happy.

Tartarus was not the same, he waited earnestly for a second, two seconds, three seconds, and there was still no disturbance in his heart.

"Your mother lied to you," he seriously discussed with Atlanta: "Your smile is not funny, I? I haven't become happier."

Atlanta was not convinced, even the kind people who helped her could not question her mother's words.She puffed her cheeks and argued with him: "Mom must be right, it's you who don't like to laugh!"

Tartarus really doesn't like to laugh, but he doesn't agree with Atlante's words: "I? I don't like to laugh, it's not that I can't laugh. Apollo can make me laugh, you can't."

When it was mentioned suddenly, Apollo paused, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.In fact, not only can he make Tartarus smile, Tartarus is also very good at making him smile.

Some people are happy, while others are depressed.Atlante can't help it? Tartarus laughed, frustrated in his heart, turned his head and left.

"Atlante." Apollo called to her.

Atlanta turned his head.

Apollo said: "Thank you for the gift. In return, let us give you a ride." He didn't want Tartarus to spend his energy on irrelevant people, but he didn't expect to make an exception.

Atlante's eyes were slightly hot, and he swallowed a sentence in his throat for a long time, before finally saying: "Thank you, kind people."

Mom never lies, there are indeed kind people in this world.

……

Atlante rarely goes to the docks.When my mother was around, she would often go to the pier to inquire about her father, but she never took her with her, so she was not familiar with the pier area.

However, no matter how unfamiliar she is, how many times have she been there? Based on her vague memory, Atlante can tell that the routes taken by the two male gods seem to be different.

Probably took a shortcut?

The sound of the sea lapping on the pier came closer, closer.Atlante's heart ached, she didn't want to see her brother on the pier, but she came here to look for him, which had already strongly proved a fact - she believed Eugene's words.

Seagulls fly in the sky, so comfortable and comfortable.The golden sunlight sprinkled on its wings, as if it was covered with a golden coat.Dressed in gold, it danced in the air, as if it was about to go to the banquet of the gods.

The laborers on the pier are far less comfortable than the seagulls. They wear tattered straw hats on their heads, hunched over their waists, and carry bags of goods from merchant ships.

The sun is the decoration of the seagulls, but it is their enemy.It basks in the earth, and it also basks in the hard work of every worker, making them sweat profusely and lose the strength to carry goods.But they have to carry it, because what they earn is their strength money, and if they don't work hard, they will get nothing.

Atlante stood tall and far away, searching the pier again and again, and finally she found the figure of her brother Andrew.

He's really on the pier!

He's on the pier!

Atalanta thought of his brother's tired face during the recent period, his gradually darkened skin, and his gentle concealed words every time she asked him, he felt like Squeezed a lemon, very sour, almost tears.

How much burden did her brother, Andrew, who used to love to laugh and play, bear the burden of life? ? ?

She dared not think.

Andrew on the pier had just put down a bag of goods, and he wiped the sweat off his face with the sweat towel on his shoulder, and the uncle who passed by him couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder: "Boy, your temper is terrible." That's queer! If you don't take off your coat, you're going to burn out!"

Andrew shook his head and insisted: "I? Not hot, I? Fine."

In fact, it's not that he's not hot, it's just that he must take good sun protection on the pier. He's already tanned a lot. Atlanta is very worried about him, and he doesn't want her to worry.

Seeing that he didn't listen to the persuasion, the uncle showed a little displeasure on his dark face, muttered "really stubborn", and walked towards the merchant ship.

Andrew moved several bags of heavy objects in a row, and his waist hurt a little. He supported his waist with one hand, and gave him two light thumps. When he raised his eyes inadvertently, he bumped into the eyes of his younger sister Atlante.

Why is Atlanta here? !

Andrew was taken aback.

The wind picked up, the white clouds were blown away, the sun was basking on the ground without hesitation, and the sweet sea breeze stirred Atlante's curly hair. She ran all the way to Andrew.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was short of breath, and her hair was disheveled by the wind.

If it was at home, Andrew would run his rough hands through her hair and comb it back into place.He would say to her in a loving voice: "I? My stubborn calf has extremely soft curly hair. Don't worry, I? Will help you take care of it." On the wharf, the hands that had just moved the goods were dirty and covered with sticky sweat. He couldn't use these hands to touch her, his most beloved sister.

Andrew's throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton. The more he swallowed, the more he felt that the ball of cotton was as heavy as water. He wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked again.

"Atlante, your hair is messed up."

He reminded her.

Atlanta moved her lips, maybe the sea breeze dried the moisture from the corners of her eyes, although her nose was so sore, she did not shed tears.

She didn't want to cry, she didn't want her brother to worry.

She acted like a baby with her brother as usual: "Andrew, my hair is messed up, isn't it your responsibility?"

Andrew subconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes, and wiped his sweat with the clothes without any trace, but he pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's not big or small, you should find trouble with Haifeng!"

Tartarus looked at it from a distance, only feeling strange: "What are they talking about?"

He couldn't understand: "Should brothers and sisters have to greet each other first?"

Apollo didn't know how to explain to him. He looked at the two brothers and sisters on the pier from afar, and said softly, "Tal, they're not just talking."

The whistling sea wind was blowing in Tartarus' ears, and he listened attentively, only to hear Apollo continue: "They really want to have a good talk, but they don't know where to start."

"Then it's not difficult to start from the beginning."

For Tartarus, communication was not a problem.

He can always use the most straightforward words to kill Tian.

But Apollo sighed: "You still don't understand, the more you care, the more timid you become. Neither of them wants to hurt the other's heart."

Tartarus was silent.

He really doesn't understand.

Human emotions are too complicated.

On the pier, the conversation between the Atlanta brothers and sisters was still going on. A strong man carrying a burden passed by them, and his raised elbow almost hit Atlanta's head.Fortunately, Andrew had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he helped his sister, so that she survived.Atlanta was still in shock, and his heart was beating wildly, when he heard a sneer from above his head: "Little devil, don't use the pier as a place for chatting, you are too obstructive!"

Since the family accident, Andrew has become silent, like a pebble in a stream, smoothed by life, provided that his family is not involved.However, the behavior of the strong man angered him.Obviously, this man did it on purpose.He ran into Atlante on purpose because they were in his way.Andrew showed an unhappy expression, lowered his voice like an angry lion cub: "No one stipulates that you can't stand on the pier and chat, take back your rude words!"

The brawny man didn't think it was disobedient: "You are very confident, brat! You should tell the dock supervisor what you said!"

He looked Andrew up and down with disdainful eyes, and hummed: "Look at your thin body, when you were looking for a job, how many places did you go, no one wanted you, it was the supervisor who took pity on you, and let you work here Live, you're good, don't talk about being lazy, still getting in the way here, it's really shameless!"

After all, Andrew is still a teenager, and he has only been in charge of the family for a few months. Although he has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, he has never experienced being beaten up. He can't compare to a strong man who reacts quickly, speaks poisonously, and is choked.

How did he not know why no one wanted him?Although he is thin and thin, he is willing to work hard and never be lazy. Uncle Jason who hoops the wine barrel often praises him, saying that he is a quick learner and has the ability to be a carpenter.It was just because the rich people in the city wanted to occupy his house, and because of the laws and regulations set by the wise king Admetus, they did not dare to act rashly, so they could only persecute him step by step, leaving him nowhere to go. , In the end, he compromised and bowed his head, sold the house to make ends meet.

The kind dock supervisor helped him, and he couldn't lose this job, otherwise he would step into the arms of death step by step.

It was getting colder, and he still had to save some money to make a thick cotton coat for Atlante so that she could spend the winter comfortably.

He had to be afraid, the voice of the strong man was getting louder, he would attract the supervisor, he couldn't bring trouble to the supervisor.

Andrew gritted his teeth and told himself over and over again that dignity is not that important, just keep your head down, just keep your head down, Andrew.

He finally lowered his proud head, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "...I got in your way, me? I'm sorry."

Satisfied, the strong man raised his eyebrows, and was about to give Andrew a few words, when he was suddenly choked by the sea breeze, and coughed violently.He was still carrying a burden on his shoulders. When he coughed, the burden seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, and he fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The dock supervisor rushed over according to the sound, and when he saw the strong man drop the burden on the ground, he immediately scolded him.

The strong man wanted to defend himself, but instead he let the overseer understand the ins and outs of the matter, and his face became even worse: "Andrew's sister is here. What does it matter to you if he talks to her? He doesn't carry a burden. Talking, it didn't break the burden of the businessman, unlike you, you should think about it quickly, how should you pay for it!"

The strong man faltered and couldn't explain for a long time, so he could only choose to beg for mercy.

Andrew looked at it, only feeling complicated.The same is working hard to make ends meet, so why should he make things difficult for him?Instead? I planted myself in it.

The overseer took the strong man to compensate for the loss.Atlante looked at Andrew, and finally blurted out the question he was holding back: "Andrew, is this the carpentry you're talking about?"

How many times did Andrew's complexion change? He could no longer weave lies and could only admit: "I'm sorry, Atlanta, I? In Licheng, I looked for a few other jobs later, but none were suitable, so I came to work as a laborer on the wharf."

He said it lightly, but it is not difficult for Atlante to imagine his hardship.She sniffed and said distressedly: "I? Let's quit, Andrew, listen to me, quit. You like to be a carpenter, don't you? Let's find another job. Don't worry about the family's livelihood , I? eat very little, and don't need new clothes, I? can wear your old clothes. I? I'm learning how to do needlework from the neighbor's aunt, I? ?We can support ourselves in another way, which doesn't require you to work so hard."

Atlanta is too sensible.

Andrew didn’t want her to be so sensible.

He held her head down, rubbed her hair with his rough hands, and sighed softly: "Atlante, don't think too much, I'm fine here."

Andrew's hand seemed to turn on a special switch, and a crystal teardrop suddenly slipped from the corner of Atlanta's eye.Her voice trembled slightly, like a swallow lighting water, and there was a heaviness that did not belong to her age: "No...you are not good, I? I have seen it all, you are doing things here, it is not good at all .”

When she was trying to convince Andrew, she clearly had so many grown-up vocabulary, but when she talked about Andrew's hard work, she fell into a predicament of lack of words, and could only repeat "you are not good" back and forth.

Andrew sighed and said: "Atlante, you have grown up and become sensible. You should know that survival and dreams are two different things. I? Now I can only care about our survival, but I? Hope , you can continue your dream. You like to read, don’t you? You want to be a future female scholar in Freetown, don’t you? I? Hope you can do it too.”

Atlante, like a stubborn calf, pushed Andrew's hand away, crying and shaking his head: "I? Don't want any dreams, I? I don't want to study, I don't want to be a female scholar, I? I just want Andrew not to work so hard! I? It's been a long time, I haven't seen you smiling! Brother, woo, brother!"

Atlanta's cries infected Andrew, the young man no longer hesitated, hugged his sister tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry, don't cry, Atlanta, me? Working so hard is to protect your smile. When you smile, you are happy, and I am happy."

Andrew obviously can't coax people, and Atlanta cried even more fiercely after hearing this.

The siblings hugged each other and wept into tears.

Apollo watched silently, and said softly: "...It is actually a happy thing to be able to cry."

Tartarus didn't think so: "Why cry when you can laugh?"

He turned his head to look at Apollo, and said seriously: "It is not a glorious thing to cry when you are envious of others."

Apollo was taken aback, then nodded: "You are right."

"Then help them, put a smile on their face."

Tartarus asked: "What shall we do?"

Apollo likes the "we we" he said.He held Tartarus' hand, looked towards the blue ocean, and said in a deep voice, "We can help the brothers and sisters of Atlanta and find their father back."

The ruthless ocean has drowned the news of countless voyagers, and no one knows where Atlanta's father is now.

But they are gods, and they have other means.

The author has something to say: The map of Free City has more supporting roles, but it is all to promote Tartarus to understand feelings_(:з」∠)_