He and It

Apollo still leaned in his original position, smiling triumphantly, as if he had predicted his victory in advance.

He said: "Because humans won the last round, he should go first. Goddess of justice, please lift its cover and let us see what he created with his paintbrush about grapes." Let’s talk about it.”

Themis nodded, and she gently lifted up the cloth covering the horizontal oil painting with her hands.

The gods who were watching all made a low buzz, like a swarm of bees seeing the lush and fragrant flowers.

Xie Ning painted a harvest scene in full swing. The robust farmers wore exotic costumes, and the exposed skin was a healthy and beautiful brown-red color, which was brighter than the soil under their feet. They shuttled among the thick grape vine leaves and heavy ripe grape bunches. Some frowned, some wandered, some smiled broadly, and some chatted with their companions... A pair of emerald blue dragonflies talked to each other. Chase, flutter among the bloated grapes.

The sky is dim and faint red, and more than a dozen people are intertwined in front and back. The perspective of the picture is clear and concise, never redundant, and the colors of the characters and scenery gradually fade. As a painting presented to the gods, it especially depicts the life fragments of ordinary workers. It has an advanced and strong realism style, and at the same time it contains extremely strong vitality rooted in reality.

"Ah, it reminds me of my hometown Thebes." Dionysus said in amazement, "People always work so hard and tie grapevine hairbands on their foreheads, but the world is used to praising heroes, never Psalms and music that sing about ordinary people—the ecstasy of this painting can make me happy!”

Beside him, Demeter, the god of agriculture, also agreed. When she saw this painting, she thought of countless people who went to farm in the fields. She said: "I can hang it in my temple. So that people can know that I love hard-working people very much in my heart."

Apollo smiled but said nothing. He nodded and whispered something to his sister. No one else could hear the whispers of the twins, but Artemis couldn't help laughing and smiled quietly beside her brother.

"Then," the Sun God cleared his throat, "please open my curtain, my dear goddess."

Themis nodded, and she stepped forward as instructed and exposed Apollo's painting to the sun.

--a glass of wine.

That's the top view of a glass of wine.

It is like a drunken red full moon, set off extremely dazzlingly in the center of a pure white canvas, with sparkling waves.

Xie Ning was confused for a moment, but before he made his confusion public, Dionysus opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "Oh!"

This seemed to be a signal. After him, the gods in the palace also sighed one after another: "Oh!"

Apollo captured the boy's confusion, despite his unusual stubbornness, for only a blink of an eye. The god proudly held up the wine glass, pointed at his opponent, and said, "Just lean over and look at that person. You can always see clearly."

So Xie Ning walked over slowly and vigilantly - he didn't think Apollo would continue to fool him in the crucial second game. He was only worried that he couldn't see what the gods around him were exclaiming.

He came closer and stared at the glass of wine, which was served in a gold cup. The wine inside seemed to be wrinkled by the wind, with many irregular, clear ripples. Apart from these, he didn't see anything surprising...

……Wait a moment.

Xie Ning's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

Wait a minute, he saw it! Between those wine stains, he saw it!

His gaze was attracted to the ripples of light and shadow, like a whirlpool attracting a fish with nowhere to escape. There, the shadows of many people gradually emerged. The rising sun glowed with the green of green grapes, like new branches in spring. The sunset sun glowed with the purple of red grapes, like a raging mountain fire. Xie Ning's eyes followed the people walking out of the sun one after another, as if he had become a macroscopic god, watching all the ways in which living beings gave birth and died.

Finally, his attention unconsciously focused on one of the women.

He stared at her. He saw that when the girl was born, she was as tender as a new sheep. The midwife held her young body, as if a fruit farmer was cherishing the first handful of grapes from the late summer harvest. The girl grew up in the autumn, and her red hair was fragrant. Her eyes were dancing and burning in the wind. She was wearing a pomegranate red dress. This slightly sour color especially matched her pink cheeks.

In winter, the sky was filled with green snow. The girl lifted up her skirt and walked through the dirt roads in the countryside to the capital city with sunset-colored roofs. There she met her first husband, who was a warrior. The warriors' armor was cast in brilliant bronze, their wedding was witnessed by gods and relatives and friends, the myrtle trees were covered with jade-like flowers, and the girl waved her arms to the crowd, as happy as a powerful queen.

Spring is here, spring is like a plague, like a rampaging train. Spring also brings war, blood soaking the earth like a pool of sour wine filled with rusted swords and spears. In this spring, the girl lost her husband, and she had no time to grieve, because among the inheritance he passed down, there were still two young children, and their rosy cheeks could not be turned pale by hunger. The children's little mouths that kept moving turned them into little aphids on the grapevine. Girls had to work day and night on weaving to nurture their healthy bodies.

The summer sun was so hot that it burned everyone, and a rose-pink disease struck like lightning. The girl's son died, and life only left her with a thin daughter. She remarried another businessman, whose main business was horse breeding. When the horses ran, their satin-like fur would always roll out with shiny water-like ripples.

As the seasons turn, the girl turns into a woman, and the woman turns into an old man. Her ups and downs of life are scattered along the ripples of the wine. She was born and died in late summer. She was buried holding a small gold goblet when she died. Her tomb was built on the seaside, where countless tombstones were erected at the same time, and the bones of young and old were buried. .

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