Chapter 8:

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I didn't get up until I slept in the night until I slept. It was still a yawning and delirious look. Dongzi couldn't bear to bring a comb to help me comb my hair, while combing and counting me: "They are all in their twenties, how can they still look like a child."
"Then it's too late to regret now, Mr. He, maybe you need to think about it carefully."
I threw my tongue at him in the mirror, he bounced on my forehead funny.
"Dream less, you can only be my wife, no one but me wants to hit your mind."
I was startled, and the smile gradually disappeared from the face, but Dong Zi was still combing his hair seriously, his hands were large, but every move was cautious, for fear of hurting me.
"Xiao Le, I will make you the happiest woman in the world, I swear."
He said very affectionately, from the mirror, I saw his gentle eyes and the shy smile on the ribbon. I knew I should respond well, but I couldn't laugh anymore, and finally I just squeezed out a dry smile. Fortunately, Dongzi put all his attention on the upcoming wedding, and said endlessly, ignoring my unnaturalness.
Thousands of millions of years ago, there was such a person who kissed my hand and knelt at my feet while half-heartedly swearing to love me forever and make me the happiest woman in the world.
How did I answer at that time?
Until now, even I don't remember clearly, he may have forgotten long ago.
"Thanks, Dongzi."
Maybe I should say "I love you" in response to my fiancé, but somehow the mood is inexplicably heavy, and the simple three words just can't squeeze out, and I thank you after a long time of hard work.
Dongzi bent over and kissed me softly, and I accepted passively, stiff as a piece of wood. This is a reaction that Han Xiaole should not have. After all, Han Xiaole loves his fiancé so much, doesn't he?
A voice said coldly in his ear, yes, Han Xiaole loved He Jingdong, but Hera did not love him.
... that's my own voice.
In the evening, Dong Zi had to go to the company to work overtime. He repeatedly told me to take a good rest before leaving. I stood on the balcony until I saw the taillights of the car disappear in the corner of the street, and I slowly returned to the bedroom.
Lying on the bed wearily, I could still hear the voice of Hermes and Mom and Dad in the living room. I hate this situation, obviously belongs to my family, but was messed up by these uninvited gods, making my life like a joke.
But what about it? Although Hermes hated it, he was right. This is not his own wish. I believe that if there are other options, he does not want to suffocate and pretend to be a child to stay under my eyes, our relationship has been bad in the mythological era. In other words, I have no good relationship with anyone on Mount Olympus. Everyone is afraid of me, afraid of me, just because of my identity, not how much prestige or strength I have.
I thought that the power of the gods in modern society would be weakened, don't all the TV movies act like that? But Hermes broke the heavens in one word, Zeus is still Zeus, he has absolute dominance in this world. Everyone has long been accustomed to his rule and power, and all the gods who can shake his position have been annihilated. And me, Hera, if you don't have the strength and status he gave, it's just an ordinary goddess, and you can't afford any waves. Take a look at my two sisters, Demeter and Hestia, both of whom were born to a mother. In the end, they did not even have the right to live in Olympus. I doubt how much mortals now know their names and identities.
The most important thing is, what do I, Han Xiaole, think? Not as Hera, just an ordinary human being, what do I want?
Maybe starting from thinking of everything in the past, I'm running away.
She didn't want to face everything as Hera, she was undoubtedly a failure. Whether it was as a mother or a wife, her husband spent many years in the world and gave out the rights and glory that gave her equal status. . Her child was also angry and complaining because of Hera's long-term irritability, far away from wanting to get close to her. The gods on Olympus have little relationship with her, and they can't talk about much respect or love. And Hera herself, besides desperately chasing around with Zeus all day long, staring at him lest he should slip away quietly, that is, the cursing of the thunder and cry, screaming and killing any person or she thinks is a marriage destroyer.
It ’s not that I want to defend Zeus, but in the face of such a wife, it ’s strange that he does n’t run outside.
If I want to, I can of course return to Olympus right away. I believe I will not make the same mistake again this time. I will be a good mother and a god. I will pick up all the irritability and jealousy, and finally let all God recognizes my status again.
But what does that mean? Regardless of the status or power of the queen, those glory, respect, love are not what I want. When I knew what kind of person Zeus was, all the gods I persuaded me to consider carefully. For this reason, I also had a fight with Hades. He thought that I must be obsessed with the false names promised by Zeus and forgot my wish to stay away from all disputes at first.
However, probably no one can believe it, not even Zeus himself. At first, I would agree to his proposal, only for one reason.
I love him deeply, more than anything in the world. Even if he is not a king, without those promised power positions, even if he is about to be beaten into the dark invincible abyss, I will promise to be his wife.
Sighing heavily, I buried my face in my arm. Now there is no other prying eye, no need to be afraid of revealing my inner secrets, so I can admit to myself.
I love Zeus so much, my husband, my brother, from the first sight of him.
How can the love of a couple of millions of years be forgotten.
Once upon a time, I was also an innocent girl, dedicated to pure love, and thought that happiness was in my palm and would never be lost. However, the two people I loved betrayed me one by one, one is my brother, and the other is my dear sister. If I did n’t see Zeus and Demeter sleeping in a bed at that time, I probably thought Zeus loved me wholeheartedly.
How could he swear at the same time with my mountain alliance, and at the same time he fell against Phoenix and even gave birth to a child?
And I, who knows all of this, actually pretended not to know anything, and forbearing tears promised his subsequent proposal of marriage, but only made a request that he should give me the same status and power, and there can be no other than me. The woman was given the title "Wife of Zeus".
He remained silent for a long time, but finally agreed. How happy I was at that time, because he gave me something that other goddesses didn't have. Isn't that enough proof of his love for me?
During the period after we got married, we used to be tender and affectionate, and we couldn't even separate for a moment. He looked at me, as if he could no longer see the existence of other goddesses. However, everything soon ended. With our first child born, quarrels, suspicions, and doubts, we fell into an endless cold war. He soon turned and threw himself into the arms of other goddesses. He was the king of the gods. As long as he waved, countless women and men would scramble to embrace. But I, as his sister and wife, as well as the mother of the child, because of the senseless pride of self-esteem, simply moved out of his palace to express my anger.
Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly.
Then I never went back and lived at the other end of Olympus.
When I used to read novels or movies, I was often angry with the heroine in it. Obviously, the heroine was so bad to her. Why did I have to swallow my heart and suffer, and broke my heart again and again. At that time, I had no memory of Hera. I was just Han Xiaole. I naturally felt that if the other person didn't love, I should leave immediately.
However, the other party is not in love, but you still love, what should I do? Even knowing how ridiculous and pitiful this love is. Zeus never dreamed that I still love him? He always thought that I was just greedy for the power and status of the queen, and how he could let me leave easily when he paid such a big price to turn him into a joke.
Zeus is a jerk. He is lascivious, frivolous, arrogant, and never considers other people's moods, only trying to be happy.
Even so, I still love this kind of and it has never changed.
... I am so masochistic, I spurn myself.
"Maybe I should go to Eros and tell him to take that lead arrow to his chest."
I stared blankly at the ceiling, and I muttered to myself.
"But what to do in the future? Is it true to go back obediently?"
No, I do n’t want to go back. Loving Zeus does not mean that you can forgive him. He has no excuse for everything I do. I hate him as much as I love him. In the past, all of this hatred was passed on to those of his lover, and he recklessly reported relapse. After twenty-six years of human life, he finally successfully returned all his hatred to himself.
I do n’t forgive him, and I do n’t want to be his wife anymore. Even if I love him, women are really a strange creature.
But what about Dongzi? I also like Dongzi and really want to be his wife and live with him. In the past without Hera's memory, I did not regard him as a substitute, because he and Zeus are not similar in any way. However, when I was with him, there was no doubt that I was happy and happy, just like the period when I believed that Zeus really loved me.
"Ah, it's so troublesome! Why do you want to think about it! Wouldn't it be better to wait for me and Dongzi to marry or to think about everything in this life before he died!
Troubled rolling on the bed, I fell on the pillow and yelled in a low voice. Because of this, when Dad broke into the house suddenly, he was almost unprepared and almost scared to fall from the bed.
Dad ignored my twisted posture, his face was sweaty, and his face was very pale.
"Xiao Le, don't panic if you hear it. You just received a call from the hospital. Dong Zi ... Dong Zi encountered a car accident and is now in the hospital.
After stunned for a few seconds, I really rolled off the bed.
How could this be?
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