modern greek mythology

Strings and broken pieces of wood...

This violin was the first gift Hermes gave him, and it was also the beginning of their fate.

That year, that naughty boy had just arrived in Olympus, and he took a fancy to the fifty divine bulls he raised at the foot of the mountain, and secretly took them away.

In order not to be punished, he improvised and made this lyre, and gave it to himself as compensation.

That spirited young man sat on the bluestone and flicked the strings of the zither, and he also flicked his own heartstrings...

Apollo desperately pieced together the wreckage of the zither. Over the years, times have changed. He has been patiently maintaining it and carefully cherishing it. He just wants to keep the afterimage of yesterday in his heart...

However, that piano is so old that it cannot get any older, its skeleton can no longer support it, and trying to restore it can only make it more fragmented...

Apollo looked at the wreckage in his hands, his heart was bleeding.

Suddenly, he raised his head, staring at the murderer who killed Qin with blood red eyes.

Cupid still looked at him, without apology or remorse.

Apollo's blood surged, he got up and stepped forward, and slapped him hard!

That palm was so powerful that it knocked Cupid to the ground, and he could only hear buzzing in his ears.

Then, with a bang, Apollo slammed the door and went away.

Cupid was beaten almost unconscious by Apollo, and his head was a little unconscious.

I can't hear anything in my left ear, and my face is swollen and painful. Even if I don't look in the mirror, I know that I have become a pig.

Slowly sat up from the ground, leaned weakly against the wall, and wiped away the bright red blood from the corner of his mouth.

I wanted to cry, but smiled helplessly.

Cupid, why are you doing this?

Knowing that he would be beaten, he went to pick his sore spots.

If he wants to hold on to the old dream, let him hold it, he can't forget others, you can forget him!

Why bother?Why bother?

Cupid sighed, even wanting to smoke himself.

Sitting like this for hours, until night fell.

The sound of "cracking, bang, bang" downstairs is also gone, and the decoration workers are all off work.

Cupid thought to himself, give him another 3 minutes.

If he doesn't show up within 3 minutes, I will leave, forever and ever, and never touch the restricted area of ​​his heart.

Fortunately, he still showed up.

In the last ten seconds, the door opened.

Without turning on the light, the whole room was gradually plunged into darkness.

Apollo sat beside him and was silent for a while.

Slowly, he stretched out his hand to his injured left cheek, releasing a soft light of healing.

"I'm sorry...I asked you to help me forget him, but I hit you instead." In the darkness, Apollo's voice was very soft, "Actually, I really want to forget him too...but every time When I saw him, it was like taking a drug, and I couldn’t get rid of that addiction. I imagined that one day he would change his mind, that he would get tired of Hades thinking of himself, that one day he would return to this room and see I still keep the keepsake from the past and I am so moved...I have been indulging in my own delusions, unable to extricate myself, and unwilling to wake up. I...I can't go on like this anymore. He has his happiness, and I should also have my life ……Is not it?"

Cupid listened quietly, the pain on his injured face gradually disappeared under Apollo's treatment, and he could hear clearly.

"You... have figured it out?"

"Figured out."

"Determined to forget him?"

"Determined to forget him."

"No matter how painful it is?"

"...No matter how painful it is."

"Okay, hug me." Cupid suddenly turned around and hugged Apollo, looking straight into his eyes, "Hold me on the bed where you slept with him."

In the room, spring is brewing, and it is beautiful.

Two pairs of intertwined bodies shook violently in the darkness.

"Uh...uh...aha...ah..."

The big bed, which had been cold for many years, was finally warmed by the hot body temperature.

Apollo has not slept with anyone since Hermes left.

"Ah... ah... Hermes..."

The person above did it right, calling out the name he was used to calling out in a haze.

The people below were furious, and suddenly grabbed the head buried on his body, and slapped him twice.

"Fuck! What are you doing!!"

"Fuck! Open your eyes wide to see who I am!"

"I'm going to fuck you brat to death!!"

Since then, the cursing has completely disappeared.

In the room, the shallow moans and deep gasps of "hmm, huh, huh" and the ambiguous sound of "squeak" from the bed board continued.

Car accident

Setting foot on this land again, Hermes' psychology is still very delicate.

No one here knew him anymore, but he couldn't help but feel a vanity of returning home.

As the public relations manager and secretary to the chairman of the Olympus Consortium, news of his visit still dominated the front pages of major newspapers even though he was traveling in a low-key manner. Lincoln car, stay in Sheraton's star presidential suite.

Look in the mirror at this handsome boy in a well-proportioned suit, he doesn't look like the little gangster who was tricked and abducted on the street back then.

Hermes smiled self-deprecatingly, and tied his tie, just as the phone in the room rang.

"Mr. Hermes, the welcome banquet hosted by Mr. Mayor is about to begin, and the car is waiting for you downstairs."

"Understood, I'm going down now."

Look, even the mayor is going to meet him in person, this kind of big man who only appeared on TV in his previous life actually wanted to shake hands and chat with him face to face today...

Hehe, the world is unpredictable.

Pulling the light and closing the door, Hermes walked towards the elevator in style.

That's right, this is an important stop of his Asia trip, and it is also the place where he was born in his previous life - China.

During this trip to Asia, Yu’s public purpose was to investigate the establishment of a new production base for solar cars, and Yu’s private purpose was to avoid the relationship between him and Apollo.

As a potential big investor, Hermes received warm hospitality wherever he went, and officials from all over the place tried their best to show the beautiful side of their city, hoping that Olympus would invest a lot of money.

Hermes pretended not to understand Chinese, just kept smiling, and said some polite words through the translator, so that he could learn more information from other people whispering behind his back.

According to the Chinese tradition, most business is conducted in banquets.

After a few cups, people get closer and it becomes easier to talk.

Hermes hadn't eaten such authentic Chinese food for a long time, so he drank a few more glasses unconsciously.

In this way, the dinner was carried out in a harmonious atmosphere, and both the host and the guest were very happy.

On the way back, Hermes pressed down the car window, letting the howling wind blow his face hot from alcohol.

Looking around, the city is still so prosperous, like a coquettish girl dressed up in countless neon lights.

At the beginning, I was attracted by this vain prosperity. I ran from the small town to the city with dreams at a young age.

However, the imagination is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

At first, I also thought about living a down-to-earth life, but I still couldn't resist the temptation and joined the underworld as a gangster.

He still remembered that there was the busiest nightclub in the city on the road ahead, where he worked as a valet and drove all kinds of luxury cars, but none of them belonged to him.

If it wasn't for the time travel, he might still be hiding in a dark alley, living a life like a rat in the trench.

Traveling through the long years to ancient times, and living up to the present as a god, it seems to have circled a big circle and returned to the original point.

Past life and present life, which one is illusion and which one is real?

With a dull pain in his temple, Hermes closed the window and said to the driver in front, "Hurry up, I want to go back and rest."

"Yes."

It was getting late, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and the driver stepped on the gas pedal.

However, he didn't run very far, and at a traffic light, another sudden brake came on!

There seemed to be a black shadow flashing in front of him, but the car still couldn't dodge it, and crashed into it abruptly!

"Bang!" There was a huge collision, and the object in front was knocked more than ten meters away!

The tire rubbed against the ground and made a sharp "squeak" sound, and the strong inertia pulled the people in the car forward violently. Hermes was caught off guard, and the whole person threw himself on the back of the seat in front of him!

After sliding forward for several meters, the car came to a complete stop.

The people in the car were still in shock, panting heavily.

After about ten seconds, Hermes came back to his senses and asked the driver in front, "What happened?"

The driver froze for a while, then said tremblingly, "I seem to have hit someone..."

Hermes looked up, and the windshield was shattered like a spider web. The car was hit hard, and the person hit was even worse!

"Quick! Get out of the car and have a look!"

Hermes opened the car door and jumped down. Sure enough, there was a person lying about ten meters ahead, covered in blood!

Hermes ran over quickly, trying to save him, but before touching him, he froze there.

Hermes stared blankly at the man on the ground, he was like a fish caught out of the water, twitching in pain, blood kept flowing from his mouth, staining his face...

Hermes gasped, he recognized this face.

Yes, no matter how dirty it was, he could still recognize this face - the person lying in a pool of blood was none other than Zhang Xiaomo!

Hermes felt a chill down his spine, his legs slumped and he sat on the ground, watching his "other self" slowly swallow his last breath.

What the hell is going on here? !

Came back here without hesitation, just to kill himself? !