You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The white-haired girl stretched out her hand, touched the sheep's head, and showed a happy expression, "You have learned how to raise sheep." She said in a fuss, and walked around the black-haired young man twice.

Moros smiled.

"boy."

The girl laughed. She put her arms around the sheep's neck, rubbed its soft fur, and showed a satisfied expression, "You also planted grapes."

"Yes." Moros pulled off a leaf and looked at it in his hand.

"I think it's quite interesting. Do you want some cheese?"

"Do you have any in stock?" the girl said excitedly. Moros walked into the room, took out a knife, cut a piece and handed it to her, "Try it."

"It's delicious." The girl said.

She looked curiously at this half-mountain house, which was connected to a sheepfold. The house was neither big nor small. There were round cheeses fermenting, heavy flour, and baskets of potatoes.

"It's going to be winter." Moros said, "If you have anything you want, you can hurry up and buy it."

Then the snow would turn the hills white, and people wouldn't come out of their houses, they'd hide in their rooms, and tell stories or something, and sit around the fire, eating cheese and hot milk, Discussing plans for the third year.

The girl leaned against the window, looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, on which the snow that would never melt was accumulated, just like the color of her hair, she stretched out her hand to feel the wind.

"It's really a soft mountain." She said softly. There were a few flower pots set up on the window sill, and some flowers were blooming. They were small round flowers. She lowered her eyes to look at it, and then closed her eyes , leaning on his own arm.

Moros was talking to the cloth merchant, who offered him the most fashionable wool product of the day, and hinted that if he wanted to please his wife, he'd better buy a piece.

Moros bent down and studied several pieces of fabric. In his aesthetics, none of them seemed to be a good-looking thing. "I still want this white piece."

The merchant seemed bitter at his lack of vision, but in view of their long-standing cordial relationship, he decided to give him a few inches of the now-fashionable fabric for him to feel.

"You'll be grateful to me," said the businessman in a mysterious way.

"And your wife is pretty, when will you treat me?" the businessman asked.

Moros froze for a moment.

dinner.

He was indeed facing a great difficulty in his life.

Invite to get married.

"Soon." He could only say succinctly.

"Have you prepared anything?" The businessman asked, "It's not easy for everyone to come in winter, you'd better hold the wedding in autumn, when everyone is free."

"Speaking of which, when did you have someone." The businessman patted him on the shoulder, "Did you bring it from your hometown?"

"Yes, I have known each other since I was a child." Moros replied honestly.

"That's good," said the businessman with a smile. "Pretty good."

"Treat her well." The businessman said, "I didn't expect you to get married one day."

The black-haired young man turned his head suspiciously, and the businessman covered his mouth, "I mean, you are more reserved."

Moros smiled.

"Remember to call me then." The businessman waved his hand, turned and left.

Moros put the cloth away, turned around and walked back to the house. He planned to find paper and pen, and then began to write letters. This is really a difficult question, who to invite and how to invite.

He took out a piece of paper and wrote first to the household at the foot of the mountain, then to his neighbors on the ranch next door, and then to the people driving on the mountain.

He's getting married and wants them to be guests.

Thank you for your help and care for me on weekdays.

Now that I am getting married, please come and witness the most important moment of my life, he wrote, and then redacted.

Maybe I should make some beautiful letterhead myself, break up some pulp, mix it with gold powder and bright autumn daisy petals, and then flatten and thin again.

It is then sealed with a pink sealing seal.

Just like all the happy people who marry the woman they love.

Moros looked at the sentence he wrote, scratched his chin with the pen, and wanted to write something more interesting, or more serious.

Invite his neighbors and friends to his wedding.

He suddenly aroused an inexplicable feeling about these two words, neighbor and friend, and he would have no concept of these two words thousands of years ago.

Maybe this is what a free person should have. Friends with similar interests can play cards or make up stories together, and even form a painting club.

Although everyone painted ugly and pretentious, thinking that if they were shearing sheep today, they could go to an art exhibition tomorrow, but they had a good time.

Neighbors, sometimes they would borrow something, sometimes they would leave the children in his care, and sometimes, the car accidentally broke down far away, and he had to tow it.

No one is an island, and never has been.

This is a feeling he has never experienced in his thousands of years as a god.

He couldn't help but think of Tartarus, if only he could be invited.

If only he were alive today.

Although he will most likely say, I am not the bride, why should I go.

He originally thought that the gods would not be lost.

But now he tasted the taste of loss, an unspeakable pain. That person suddenly walked away one day and never came back.

Obviously I still remember his appearance and his voice, but those are old and will not be updated.

That day was the darkest of his life, he lost Tartarus and her.

None of them are coming back.

He is well aware of this.

He squatted in a place where no one was there, covered his face, and shed tears for a long time. His heart had never been so uncomfortable, but in the end he decided to stand up and move on.

Together with the share of the people he lost.

They will not die, as long as they are still alive.

Moros doesn't know why, he just thinks that the sun will still rise tomorrow, and hope will still fly beautifully. He must live to see if the world without them has become better.

"If one day I'm gone." Tartarus once drank too much wine and said, "Then I will probably turn into everything."

"Lord Tartarus?" He was puzzled at the time.

"I may die." Tartarus said softly, "I only die once in my life. I have to think about where it is more appropriate to use it."

He was lying on the table, pointing at something with his fingers, "If someone puts a knife on his neck, it would be too detrimental to my majesty, Lord Tartarus."

"Well, no matter how you think about it, it feels weird." He said softly, "I'm not a good person."

"But you are not a bad person." Moros said patiently, ready to drag him up and put him on the bed.

"You really think so?" Tartarus asked, opening his eyes.

"I think you're fine," Moros said.

"You're probably the only one in the world who said that." Tartarus yawned, "I think I'm just a rotten person, irresponsible for everything, easy to like something, and easy to throw away. "

"There is no such thing." Moros said softly, "You have always been very responsible, for example, to the abyss, to the underworld."

Tartarus smiled awkwardly covering his face.

"I have nowhere else to go." He muttered, "Hades is my home, and I want to love her."

"You've had too much to drink," Moros said.

"If I die one day." Tartarus said softly, "Who will protect you."

"Take care of yourself." He said to himself, patted Moros on the back with his limp hand because of drunkenness, "It's best to always remember that I love you, Lord Chaos, and also, love Typhon."

"It's so disgusting, I'm throwing up." Tartarus said to himself, lying on the edge of the bed and began to retch, Moros poured him a glass of ice water and patted him on the back.

"Better forget about it, or I'll kill you to silence it," said Tartarus, and fell asleep.

Moros washed the towel and went out.

At that time he thought Tartarus was going crazy with wine.

Typhon was indeed his child.

To die for the one you love is the most honorable thing in the world.

Moros couldn't help thinking.

He decided to live, to live with the dead.

Compared to what they got, the victims should feel happy, but they are gone.

Moros finally wrote on the first letter, "Master Tartarus, I sincerely invite you to come to my wedding ceremony."

He wrote the full text carefully and meticulously, and then sealed it with sealing wax.

Then he stretched out his hand and threw it out, the wind rolled up the letter, flew into the air, and took it away.

He said that he will become everything.

Moros thought of another man, the man who fought to the death, and he picked up his pen and wrote the beginning, "Lord Typhon."

Sicily's volcanoes are dormant, beautiful vineyards meander at the foot of the mountains, and people plant roses as tree walls, leading a peaceful and busy life.

The world, curse them.

The world, frightened by them.

The world, enshrined in them.

The world, witness to them.

The world, in the end, lost them.

For us to live better.

Moros picked up another piece of letterhead and wrote the neighbor's name. He wrote lightly and naturally, imagining a banquet of drinking wine, beautiful flowers, and a happy and conversing crowd.

The people he missed would eventually come back to him, he reached out and touched his chest, maybe they never left.

For love always outlives death.

The letter paper was blown into the valley by the wind, flowed down the long river, fell into the mountain stream, and went straight to the bottom of the darkest and most profound ravine.

Accepted by the earth.

The author has something to say: What the Messiah prayed before his death was "O world, curse me."

What Typhon said when he went to fight was, "O world, be intimidated by me."

What Tartarus said when exercising his power was, "Give me, O world."

Prometheus made a wish before exercising his power, "O world, witness to me."

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