Death knocked on the gate of hell

They talked for a long time that day.Adonis told Venus that the world is not black and white, just look at it with a normal heart.With Adonis' enlightenment, Venus' mood improved a lot, and even the blackening value was instantly emptied.

Adonis is so gentle, he can calm down and not have any bad thoughts by his side.Although he is a mortal, he knows more than many gods.

Venus returned to the holy mountain and continued to live a full and happy life.

Venus often went to Dionysus to listen to stories and rub a plate of sweet and juicy grapes.At first he had to peel the grapes by himself, but later he complained that peeling the grape skins was too troublesome, and the sticky juice would stain his hands. When he went next time, a plate of peeled grapes was already lying there cleanly. This is the case every time.

Dionysus said he ordered his maid to do this.But the maid of the Temple of Wine secretly told him that His Highness would personally peel a plate of grapes every day, waiting for the arrival of Venus.If Venus didn't come that day, His Highness Dionysus would silently eat the grapes that were no longer fresh.

Venus was moved and guilty, and then ran to the Temple of Dionysus more often, in order not to let Dionysus' hard work go to waste.

What he couldn't see, however, was that after he left—

In the vineyard, Dionysus carefully peeled the grapes with his slender fingers, but his expression was a bit casual, and his voice was low: "Well done, this golden cup rewards you."

The maid quickly thanked her, she was the one who "secretly" told Venus that Dionysus peeled the grapes himself every day.

Where did it come from secretly, but it was just following orders.

Hermes and Ares tried their best to win Venus' favor every day, which was not as effective as Dionysus' trick.

Hermes, the god of deceit, would do all kinds of tricks to make Venus happy, but after the initial novelty, it was difficult to arouse Venus' interest again.Ares, the god of war, will teach him fighting and swordsmanship, but Venus doesn't like to fight and kill, so he quickly finds an excuse to slip away after learning a few tricks.

In terms of means, the god of wine is still brilliant.

But in front of Hephaestus, the god of fire, all three were defeated.

Venus' best friend on the holy mountain was Hephaestus.After he learned the real reason for Hephaestus' disability from Hermes, he couldn't help caring more about his friend.He didn't directly express sympathy for Hephaestus, but went to the Temple of Fire to find Hephaestus more frequently, far more than the other three gods, which also aroused the jealousy of Ares.

Hephaestus was flattered by this.He is a very boring god. He can neither tell many interesting stories like Dionysus, nor can he perform many wonderful magic tricks like Hermes, nor can he perform superb swordsmanship like Ares.He doesn't even understand those various pursuit methods full of scheming.

All he knows is fire control and forging.The flame will burn Venus's delicate skin, forging is a long and boring process, and there will be harsh noises when the iron is struck.He always gave Venus the final results, which were wonderful, but the process of making them was really boring.

When Venus came to him, he would put down his work and go out with Venus to play.Later, they visited the whole Olympus, and Venus asked to see his craftsmanship, so he tried to think of a more interesting activity-teaching Venus to carve.

Hephaestus is a natural craftsman, with his skillful hands, he can carve a lifelike handicraft with a knife on the wood at will, and Venus is very interested in seeing it applauding.

However, when Venus performed the operation himself, he realized how difficult this delicate work is.Hephaestus was carving wood carvings, he was completely chipping wood, and every cut and stroke was clearly in accordance with Hephaestus' actions, and the final finished product was completely different.

Venus dropped the knife with an angry face.

This scene is exactly the same as when he shoots an arrow in front of Adonis.But because Hephaestus was beside him this time, he didn't feel ashamed like last time.At least he didn't blush with embarrassment.

But still a shame.

God is fair.Venus is born with full beauty and charm attributes, as for other aspects, all of them are useless.

Beauty is enough to be his trump card.

Seeing him angry at the wood, Hephaestus couldn't help laughing: "Let me do it, I'll send you this when I'm done."

Venus said stubbornly: "No, I want mine."

Hephaestus stared at the pitted wooden block in front of him, and pondered, "It's not impossible to save."

Venus: "..."

The word "save" is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

Venus didn't believe in evil, picked up the carving knife again, his eyes were burning: "If the sky doesn't give it, I will go against the sky!"

Isn't it because the skills and talent points are not lit?He practiced hard and didn't believe he couldn't succeed!

Hephaestus: "..." Where did Venus learn these words?

Venus learned the word from Adonis.

Venus prefers to hear Adonis talk about how big the world is than listening to Dionysus talk about those things on the mountain.Adonis has read many books, among which the East seems to be especially popular against the sky, and he doesn't know what the East's heaven has done.

It wasn't until he went to the East that he realized that what he was listening to was not the orthodox orthodox mythology of the Orient, but an upgraded oriental fantasy novel...

Anyway, Venus is now deeply poisoned by oriental fantasy novels, full of heaven-defying secondary feelings, and proves that she is not a beautiful waste.

Hephaestus, of course, is up to him.

Seeing Venus scrapping one piece of wood after another, his movements changed from clumsy to gradually irritable, but his work made no progress, Hephaestus felt helpless and wanted to laugh.

Until Venus accidentally cut his hand and blood oozes from his fingertips, Hephaestus's smile disappeared instantly, and he immediately stood up and was about to go out: "I'll go to Apollo to get the medicine."

Apollo is part-time the god of medicine and has healing attributes.Speaking of which, Venus is out of balance again. Why does he only light up love and beauty, while Apollo lights up many skills such as light, prophecy, music, medicine, and evil at the same time.The sky is too unfair, he is going against this day!

To say that Venus is also a delicate person, just about to cry out for pain, but seeing Hephaestus reacting more than him, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to be hypocritical: "No need, no need, the wound will heal automatically when you come back... ...oh, it's healed."

He raised his intact index finger.

Hephaestus just sat down again, still distressed and afraid, confiscated Venus' knife: "I won't learn this anymore."

Venus didn't insist: "Hephaestus, I want to see you build weapons. I have long wanted to know how such powerful weapons are made."

Hephaestus said euphemistically: "This study is very difficult."

Venus could cut her fingers doing the simplest woodcarving, wouldn't she die on the spot after learning how to forge weapons?

"...I didn't want to learn this." Venus said, "I'm just curious."

"Nothing to see, the forging process is boring and noisy."

"But I want to see it."

"……All right."

Hephaestus couldn't refuse him, so he resigned himself to his fate and began to forge.He thought that Venus would not be able to stand this boring process, and would fall asleep if he didn't leave halfway, but Venus actually moved a small bench and sat on the side, with the bonfire imprinted on his face, green eyes engrossed, watching He hit the iron all day.

"It's hard work, Hephaestus." Venus admired, "You are amazing."

Hephaestus blushed.

No one has ever watched him work so patiently.All the gods on the holy mountain love the weapons and accessories produced by Vulcan, and take his contributions for granted.Venus was the first one who was willing to understand the process and said he had worked hard.

Hephaestus blushed extremely, and almost hit his fingers several times, feeling hot all over his body.

Perhaps the flame temperature was too high.Hephaestus thought.

But how could Vulcan be affected by flames?

Venus is kind to Hephaestus, not just out of sympathy, but sincerely.

He is the god of love and can perceive all kinds of love.The broad meaning of love is very broad, love, parent-child affection, friend affection, all affection with love can be perceived by him.This ability will reach its peak in adulthood, but now he is just as sensitive.

The gods of Olympus are almost universally fond of him.Dionysus is a mellow wine, Hermes is a sweet rum, and Ares is a strong vodka, each with its own flavor.

Hephaestus is boiled water with a very light taste, or a clear mountain spring.

Not as flashy as any other god, but without any impurities.

It is a very sincere feeling.

If only one friend could be chosen, Venus would choose Hephaestus.

But if she had to choose a lover, Venus would only choose Adonis.What Adonis brought to him was the sweet taste of honey, representing the deep affection in love.

The gods on the holy mountain regard Hephaestus as the number one rival in love, and they don't understand why the ugliest god can win the favor of the most beautiful god.What they don't know is that the God of Beauty's favorite is a mortal who lives under the mountain and is well protected, and no one has discovered it.

The number of times Venus went to see Adonis secretly far exceeded the number of times he went to the Temple of Fire openly.

On the mountain is friendship, on the seashore is love.

The erudite and talented Adonis would tell Venus a lot of anecdotes from all over the world. After Venus listened too much, he would feel boring when he went back to the holy mountain to listen to the stories of Dionysus.However, Dionysus quickly retained Venus by carefully peeling the grapes himself.

This is not as good as Adonis doing nothing, making Venus think about it day and night.

On the coast of Cyprus, there are always two strings of footprints they walked side by side on the sand.As soon as the waves of high tide washed at sunset, those footprints were washed clean without leaving a trace, just like their secret and unknown first love.

In the valley, in the woods, they hunted, played, played and sang.Venus also specially asked the muse to learn singing and dancing, so that she could dance for Adonis when he played and sang.All the romance that a human boy has, they are not bad at all.

Venus especially loved going to Adonis' treehouse.In that quiet forest, when he listened to Adonis telling stories from afar, his expression would always overflow with longing.

One day, they sat together in front of a window full of flowers.Venus asked Adonis with some unease: "Adonis, I always tell you about me, am I bothering you?"

Venus suddenly remembered that he always told Adonis what he saw on the mountain, about his friends, about his happiness and complaints, and Adonis would always listen to him tirelessly and explain him.

But Adonis never told him his story.He has so many friends, but Adonis lives alone in the forest, and all the stories are with him.

Venus felt that this didn't seem to take Adonis' feelings into consideration.He is always lively and surrounded by flowers, but Adonis is so lonely.

Adonis smiled but did not answer. He opened a book and asked gently, "Would you like to hear a new story? It's a fairy tale from a foreign country."

Reluctant to reject Adonis, Venus reluctantly agrees.Soon he was attracted by the fairy tale and stopped thinking about the question he just had.

"I'll listen to everything he says, whether he's complaining, bragging, or even being silent, because..."

Adonis will stop talking here.

This pause was the worst, and Venus asked urgently: "Because of what?" He wanted to poke his head to look anxiously, but there were French characters on it that he couldn't understand.

Adonis put down the book, smiled and said, "Look at me, and I'll tell you."

Venus turned his head.

Adonis leaned down and kissed his lips.

Extremely gentle, yet possessive and domineering.

Just a gust of wind blows outside the window, and a white rose on the window sill falls, lying in the arms of the page, blocking the last line.

"Because he is my rose."