Nothing interesting can make Venus look good, and he has no interest in drinking with Dionysus. No matter how the other party asks, he will not speak his mind. Dionysus had no choice but to put down the wine and leave, not to disturb Venus who was in a depressed mood.

Ares never came.

Since the last time Ares forced his way into Venus's dormitory and was kicked out for unscrupulous behavior, Venus's goodwill towards him plummeted, and he never saw him again.

With Ares' stalking personality, even if Venus didn't want to see him, he would come over himself.

It's not that he doesn't want to come, it's that he can't come.

After Ares turned into a wild boar and killed Adonis, he returned to the Temple of War to recuperate. I thought that the arrow wounds made by mortals were no big deal. With the physical quality of the God of War, they could heal quickly. Who would have thought that the wounds would bleed continuously and could not be cured with any medicine.

Not only that, but Ares discovered something even more terrifying.

He stopped lifting.

Although he didn't know the connection between the arrow in the abdomen and the inability to get hard, Ares intuitively determined that it must be the ghost of that mortal.

But he has no evidence, mortals are dead, he has no choice.

For Ares, who has a constant lover and inherited the wind of his father Zeus' stallion, this is worse than the unhealed wound in his abdomen.

Ares did not wrong anyone by guessing this time, it was indeed the handwriting of the Sea God.

Poseidon is reluctant to perform abstinence on Venus, which does not mean that he will be soft-hearted towards Ares.

It is known that Ares secretly followed Venus down the mountain, and even poisoned Venus's mortal lover, who would believe that he did not care about Venus?

The means he used were things that he didn't like. Become a wild boar? Luckily he figured it out.

The perfectionist His Majesty the Sea Emperor is extremely disgusted.

How could Poseidon allow such an insufferable thing to touch Venus, and immediately shot an arrow, the arrow was attached with abstinence, and sent an abstinence package.

The wound can still be healed after a period of time, just to teach a lesson, abstinence will not disappear for hundreds of years, and Ares should not touch any man or woman for hundreds of years.

This kind of shameful thing, with Ares' good-faced character, will not publicize it, and he can only eat this boring loss by himself.

The moonlight filtered through the window, and the red and white roses in the garden reflected each other.

Since the blood of Venus dyed red and white roses, there are more varieties of red roses in the world. People endow white roses with pure romance and red roses with warm love.

In the Temple of Beauty, Venus was lying on the table, staring at the jar of wine that Dionysus left behind.

He lost his mind for a while, then opened the wine jar, poured glass after glass of wine, and poured it down his throat.

"Cough cough!" This was the first time Venus drank as an adult, and he was not used to the taste of wine, so he choked before taking two sips. He slowed down and continued drinking regardless.

Soon, his face was flushed, and he fell drunk on the table.

The moon was hazy at night, but the sun was shining brightly in his dream.

He dreamed again of the valley, the coast, the fairy tale cottage in the woods. He blows the conch, and Adonis comes to him at once; they hunt together; he dances while Adonis plays the harp; Adonis carries the wild fruit from his tree and weaves a beautiful wreath for him ; they shared stories in front of the window full of flowers, one told the other; they kissed and lingered on a rainy night...

The dream was very long, as long as one hundred and fifty years, and the dream was so beautiful that Venus did not want to wake up.

At the end of the story, they were sitting side by side by the window, and Adonis told him the story in a soft and sweet voice. The original version was in Chinese, and Adonis translated it into Greek and told him. There is also a beautiful story about the origin of Chinese books - it is said that a western mermaid who traveled abroad became friends with an oriental merman, brought back many books, and finally fell into the hands of Adonis for some reason. The book is a moving story. Halfway through Adonis's story, Venus put his ears to listen, and before he heard the ending, Adonis' voice disappeared.

No, haven't heard the ending yet, so why don't you talk about it?

Venus opened his eyes blankly and saw the sun hanging high in the sky, without Adonis beside him, he was lying alone in front of the window.

This is not a cabin in the woods, but a temple of beauty.

He was awakened by the harsh sunlight.

Venus covered his eyes with his fingers, squinted, and looked at the sun shining in the sky through his fingers.

"The nasty sun can't wait for me to finish listening to the story before it rises."

The dream was so dreamy that Venus couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality. After a few days of self-isolation in his room, he finally opened the door of the temple, and without taking the main road, he swam from the river to the coast as before, and went ashore to blow the conch shells.

He was going to finish listening to that story.

Venus finished blowing the conch, but Adonis did not appear in front of him as before.

Venus blew several more times, but Adonis did not appear.

"Why are you late this time?" Venus put down the conch, "Forget it, I'll find it myself."

He came to the tree house with ease, and the house was empty and no one was there.

There was also a book spread out on the table, the Chinese book. Halfway through the story of Adonis that day, Venus couldn't hold back his desire and took the initiative to kiss Adonis, but when Adonis couldn't concentrate on telling the story, he carried him to the bed.

He wanted to listen to the story tomorrow, but Adonis didn't seem to be very happy a day later, so he said he would do nothing else. Adonis misunderstood what he meant, did not finish the story for him, and rolled him onto the bed again.

Then Adonis went out and never came back.

Venus looked down through the window and saw a large area of ​​red roses, stained with blood, on the forest road.

Like the blood-stained flowers on Adonis that day.

Venus blinked slightly, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and touched a drop of water.

He suddenly realized that the person who told the story for him would never come back.