[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

"Welcome, guest from afar!" A teenager lying on the grass sat up. He raised the horn cup overflowing with wine in his hand, bent his slender right leg, and spread the cloth on his leg. , exposing flexible and strong muscles.He rested his well-shaped chin on his knee, straightened his other leg casually, and showed a mellow and charming smile at Paris who strayed in. After a slight gesture, he raised his head and drank it And all!

This is a wild and wanton banquet, music, singing, laughter... Before Paris came out from the jungle, everyone was reveling unscrupulously, they drank without restraint, and let their bodies in this Stretching freely in the magical power of the magical liquid, the air was filled with the sweet scent of wine, they sang hymns with mixed words and upside-down words, and there was a slight crackling sound when the wood was burning in the bonfire, and the women surrounded the fire Surrounded in a circle, beat the tambourine rhythmically, swayed the waist, and let the long skirt swing with the movement. They followed the beating of the firelight and danced intoxicated.

But when the boy straightened up, everyone's eyes fell on him involuntarily. When he raised the wine glass in his hand, everyone stopped in unison at the same time, and when he started to start When the lips opened their mouths to speak, the bustling venue quieted down at that moment. All Paris could hear was the "rustling" sound of the branches and leaves rubbing against each other when the howling evening wind blew through the branches in the forest at night...

"Welcome, friend from afar!" His eyes flicked from the golden arrow behind Paris, and once again expressed his kindness, just like any hospitable host in the world, he He stood up, walked towards Paris, and sincerely and gently invited him to join this joyful reception... Although his movements were frivolous and casual, his etiquette was perfect, as if polite, Genuine and friendly gentleman.

He picked up Paris's right hand, guided him to the side of his position, tapped lightly on the ivy-wrapped Dionysian staff held in his hand, tapped the tip of the staff three times on the ground, and waited until he moved away. In the palm of my own hand, a green shoot emerged from the soil that was struck. The shoot trembled and stretched the stem and leaves vigorously. It spread and climbed around the staff of Dionysus, and the leaves changed from light green to dark. Immediately afterwards, when it touched the pine cone on the top of the stick, it trembled slightly and bloomed... Not long after, the flowers passed away, and purple-red grapes hung down, and a beautiful half-naked girl came forward, She plucked the fruit with bare hands, brewed it into a jug of crystal clear wine, and poured a cup for the distinguished guests.

Paris did not refuse this warm hospitality. To be honest, he had already vaguely guessed the identity of the handsome and extraordinary boy in front of him from this familiar scene. Maintain due respect for this god, at the very least, when he walks in front of you, you should know his name, and don't disobey him easily...

Dionysus, the god of wine, is not a god who likes to hide. From a nature point of view, he loves all indulgence and willful joy. He came down from Mount Olympus to preach the worship and sacrifice of the god of wine. Where he passed by, the women dropped their work and followed behind him fanatically. They waved wooden sticks and torches, pious and crazy. Torn to pieces...like Cadmus' king Pentheus, who hated Dionysus, sent people to persecute the followers of Dionysus, and put Dionysus in chains...but in the end he He was punished by Dionysus and torn to death by his mother who regarded him as a wild lion.

Paris took a sip of the crimson wine in his glass. Many people have met Dionysus's feast before, and some were invited to join, but he can get it tonight This god's personal invitation is probably because of the golden arrow bestowed by Apollo, and like the one who came before him... His eyes swept over the rejoiced feast, paying attention There was another stray intruder sitting quietly in a corner who was always out of place from beginning to end. He was lowering his head and was wearing a black robe, covering his entire face.

"What?" Dionysus noticed this. He was lying on his side with his arms on the ground, letting his curly wine-red hair fall to the grass. He raised his right hand and put his elbow on the ground, supporting himself Holding his fair and sharp chin, he narrowed his eyes lazily and asked, "Are you interested in her?"

Paris nodded, but Dionysus did not answer directly.

He just sighed for a long time, and asked like a chant: "You who are favored by Apollo... I am the son of Zeus, the king of gods, the god of Olympus, the god of wine Dionysus, young man who came from afar, you haven't told me your name yet!"

He raised his hand and poured another glass of wine, and the thin liquid gurgled down.

He handed it over.

"I'm Paris." The young man who drank the glass of wine in front of him replied softly, his voice seemed to be dissipated in the night wind: "A lost person who has embarked on a road of exploration and search."

After a pause, the traveler named Paris then asked a little shyly, "Is she your first guest?"

In the past few years, he has walked through countless cities, lands and oceans with a bow and arrow and a lyre on his back. On the day he stepped out of Mount Ida, he chose a direction at random, and then he went straight all the way, climbing over the long and steep mountains. Mountains, passing through the vast and humid forest, crossing the vast and vast sea, he has learned eight or nine parts of Apollo's brilliant appearance, and the remaining part is a kind of greenness unique to youth, but this kind of youth During this free journey, he also precipitated into a sunshine-like pure brew... He seemed to have never had the slightest trouble or worry about the fate he was told that day from the beginning to the end.

Dionysus smiled, he took a deep breath, his expression was a kind of intoxicated Tao Ran: "... that taste mixed with bitterness and astringency... that woman... is a woman who is hated. A fine brew tormented and made with pain..."

"Have you heard the story of Jason and the Golden Fleece?" He stretched his voice, rolled his eyes, and said with a chuckle: "She is the one who killed her two sons with her own hands, just to let the one who betrayed her Husband Jason has no bloodline to pass on to the world, Princess Medea of ​​Colchis."

"Love is such a wonderful emotion, isn't it?" Dionysus asked with a sigh.

Paris smiled and did not answer. He lowered his eyebrows and fiddled with the strings casually.

But Dionysus didn't look up, he just said lightly: "I heard that before she waved the sword in her hand to her two sons, she once offered precious sacrifices to the mysterious man in the underworld." The god of death pleaded, hoping that when he took her two sons away, he would make them suffer less pain of death, and even she voluntarily offered her soul for them, only asking him to save them from those who came from hell after they died. punishment."

"I don't know where her self-confidence comes from... that god of death who never takes a step out of the underworld, besides Hermes who often goes in and out of the underground, Zeus' messenger and messenger, is there any other Olympian?" Did the gods on the mountain have the honor to meet him?" Dionysus couldn't help but sneered: "Of course, she didn't get any answer in the end, but she was also persistent. After Jason committed suicide, she fled to Athens. , where she joined the underground church that believed in the God of Death, and since then, like other members, she has been wearing a cloak that is exactly the same as the black robes floating in the sky and the ground..."

After a while, Dionysus raised his upper body without receiving any response. He leaned closer to the tree trunk, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and Paris, who was still holding a harp in his arms, looked carefully at him. Then he laughed and said, "Hey, are you drunk now?"

He moved closer, wrapped his fingers around a strand of brown hair draped over Paris's shoulders, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly. After a long time, he raised his eyelids and whispered with an unknown meaning: "In my It seems that all creatures in this world are cups of wine brewed by the world, whether it is human beings or gods, or even myself... The difference is just the difference between inferior and superior. But I have never seen such a Such an icy soul of yours... that kind of bone-piercing coldness, the eternal deep cold that can freeze my soul, when you just stepped into this venue, it made me feel like I was in the world for a moment. In the boundless world of ice and snow... Do you think I invited you because of Apollo?"

He breathed out a deep breath of cold air. Once the white mist was exhaled, the temperature in the room plummeted. For a moment, everyone thought that it was the cold early winter. The world can hardly meet a second miracle!"

On the other side, after Paris drank the wine with a strong aroma, a little drowsiness covered his heart. He didn't try to resist this tempting attack, and closed his slightly heavy eyelids. Leaning against the tall tree, he let sleep pull him in, into the deep darkness...

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a sea of ​​fiery red poppies. The beautiful and enchanting flowers swayed slightly in the wind. Paris knocked on his head and crawled off the ground in some distress. Get up, when he raised his head again, a man in a long black robe was standing quietly in front of him, looking at him wordlessly.

"...Who are you?" Paris asked in confusion.

Hypnos looked at him in a little surprise, he touched his chin, hesitantly said: "...don't you even know me?"

Although he asked this question, Paris could clearly see that in his black eyes, rather than trouble, it seemed more interesting and anticipating!

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