She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

As usual, Zhifuleyuan is sunny and sunny.

The intermittent sound of the piano floated from the depths of the temple.

Pandora sat at one end of the couch, holding the lyre in her arms, and carefully played the strings according to the melody in her memory.Hermes sat lazily on the window sill, bent one leg, propped his cheek with his right hand, and watched her play steadily with a smile on his brows and eyes.He is a quiet listener, but he has a strong sense of presence, especially his undisguised fiery gaze.

The bright sunlight from the window only shone on Pandora's feet, but she felt hot all over, as if she was bathed in strong light, and the hot air rushed to her cheeks.She finally couldn't hold back, and quickly raised her eyes to stare at him.

Their eyes met, and Hermes' smile deepened, his green eyes twinkling slyly.She pursed her lips and tensed her expression, lowered her head again and concentrated on plucking the strings, but the next phrase she played missed several notes in succession.She put down the lyre angrily and complained, "Don't stare at me like this when I'm practicing."

Hermes blinked innocently: "Why not?" He lightly jumped off the window sill, and his slender shadow slid across the floor tiles and came to her.

"Want me to teach you again?"

Pandora didn't know what to think of, the blush on her face became thicker, she turned her face away, and after a long time she gave him a sideways glance, and replied briefly with an angry voice: "No need." He muttered in a soft voice, "It hurts my fingers."

Hermes sat down beside her, took her hands and brought them to his lips to breathe, then turned his eyes and stared at her again: "Does it still hurt?"

Pandora's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly moved her hand away, "It doesn't hurt anymore. But I've played enough..."

He didn't stop him either, instead he stretched out his arms to take the lyre, carelessly playing a string of melodious notes.After thinking for a while, he plucked the strings again and sang aloud with the sound of the piano: "Your voice and your laughter are so sweet when you speak, it shakes my heart;..."[1]

The messenger of the gods has a charming voice, and the casual humming is a moving chapter.

Pandora's eyes flickered, she changed several sitting positions, and finally curled up her knees, resting half of her cheeks on her knees to listen.

"Whenever I look at you," Hermes sang the verse and turned to her sideways, "I can no longer utter a word, my lips and tongue fail, and then a tiny flame passes over my skin, my eyes can't see, my ears can't see. humming in my heart; icy sweat envelops me, uncontrollable trembling holds me. Greener than grass is I, dying—"[1]

The singing stopped abruptly.The strings trembled and played half a phrase again, before stopping with the moved fingers.

The figures on the wall are quietly connected.

Pandora and Hermes touched their lips and retreated, imitating what he did just now, blinking their eyelashes innocently, and asked in a very puzzled way: "Why don't you play anymore?" Before he could answer, she moved closer again, Putting his right hand on his shoulder, this time biting his lips gently and slowly along the outline.She didn't close her eyes, but stared at the dark gold in his emerald green eyes as if wrestling.

Hermes let her go, and seemed to be happy to participate in this inexplicably started close eye-to-eye competition.But he doesn't need to blink at all.Pandora briefly closed her eyelids and then opened them again. In just a split second, he grabbed her upper arm and switched positions.

The lyre slipped from the couch, hit the ground with a whining buzz, and the strings snapped.

Pandora exclaimed: "Ah, it's broken..."

Hermes didn't care at all: "It's not the only one, it was originally something I invented, and I can make as many as I want."

"But...but I always," she paused, "use it, practice..."

"It's not difficult to fix it. Like this." Hermes plucked it with his fingertips, and immediately demonstrated how to change the string.

Pandora looked out of the window over his shoulder, a large transparent white cloud was embedded in the sky, shaking slightly up and down.

She didn't notice the figure standing at the window.So does Hermes.

Therefore, they couldn't perceive how absurd the situation was at this moment, it could even be called weird: another Pandora with exactly the same face was standing quietly outside the window, watching all this.She frowned angrily, and floated in through the window hole.She stops and bends over the lyre.But her hand went through the body of the tortoise shell, or rather, the lyre went through her fingers.She didn't stay any longer, passed by them, and turned into the outer corridor.

They can't see her.

She was just a transparent phantom in this déjà vu dream.

Pandora confirmed this matter again.

She tried to use the power of calamity to change her form, or to attack the things in her dreams, but to no avail.Not only that, but no matter how much she called, Kires didn't respond.

Pandora once again wandered to the border of dreams.Unchanged, at most she could reach the main entrance of the temple, but couldn't push it.As for the cliff on the back side, she floated to a place farther from the coastline, and then returned to the center of the temple.She was sent back to the original place without any accidents, and she couldn't help slandering: If she didn't wake up from the dream, she didn't know if Apollo would kindly help her untie the dream catcher, he might make a mistake and trap her in the dreamcatcher. here.

This is venting anger.Apollo probably didn't know how to end Hermes' dream.The proud son of Leto would not have turned to her if he had no other choice.

Compared with being trapped, what made Pandora more depressed was the dream itself.

Everything happened.A portion matched her memory perfectly, down to the exact string that broke.Other moments lack real feeling, as if they were experienced by another self.Watching the old days with cold eyes, she caught too many dangerous omens.Facing mistakes is always a shame, and she felt an indisputable anger at her naive and partial self, and knowing that Eros shot Hermes with an arrow, she didn't want to look any further.

The ending is always the same.On the last day, they jumped off the cliff back and forth because of a joke, and cruised in the emerald-colored offshore sea until the sunset dyed the red ocean surface, and then they exchanged long kisses in the sinking sun, as if they wanted to meet the orange-red sunset glow on the water. Melt into bubbles together in the brightest and joyful moments.

Dream goes wrong here.Every time.Hermes did not take her to Olympus the next day.They all forgot about it.Like Ouroboros biting and swallowing his own tail, old dreams lose the notion of beginning and end and just repeat themselves.

Pandora was too lazy to count the number of cycles.

Before she knew it, she wandered back to the room just now.The length of day and night in the dream was chaotic, but after a while, the sunset glow all over the sky was reflected on the wall.

Hermes is re-stringing the lyre.Repairing musical instruments is delicate work, and he rarely concentrates on it.That was also because Pandora fell asleep on his pillow.

After replacing the strings, Hermes lowered his eyes, and his eyes that were cold and bright when he was concentrating suddenly softened.He gently put the lyre aside and pinned a stray lock of hair that fell over her face behind her ear.He stared at her for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally bent down and kissed her thin red cheek.

Pandora slept very lightly, and woke up because her hair rubbed against the tip of her nose.She half-opened her eyes, and when she saw him, she seemed to feel at ease immediately, and hid her face in his arms: "Let me sleep for a while..."

That being said, sleepiness has flown away.She hooked his neck and sat up. She couldn't see the grand and burning sunset behind him outside the window, and didn't notice the slender crescent moon on the other half of the blue-purple sky. She just looked at Hermes and traced his eyes divided by the shadow and the sunset. His face, then his eyes flickered and he lowered his head.

"What are you thinking?" Hermes noticed something and turned his head to see her expression.

Pandora, who has reached the ending, knows the answer: she was thinking, it would be great if she could stay in the present forever.

But at that time she couldn't tell.Because this wish is contrary to another wish: she wants not only now, but also tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even forever, she wants them all.

When she recalled the thought at this moment, she inevitably re-experienced the turbulent emotion surging under the desire.She was just a phantom, but for a moment, she seemed to be one with herself in the dream, regaining her mortal body, feeling her heart beating wildly, and the familiar yet unfamiliar passion and longing clutching her chest vigorously.

"I love you. Hermes, I love you."

She heard herself whisper, and saw the dark-haired god tremble at the word.

don't want.She already knew later.She wished she hadn't said that.

Pandora came out through the wall.

She didn't know where it started as a lie and where it ended as a truth.Originally, these things were far away from her, but when she suddenly encountered such a moment, she remembered:

She had really loved him.Piously, fervently, earnestly, greedily.Do your best and get nothing.

After rushing into the illusory sunset and turning into a remote corner of the temple, Pandora finally calmed down a little.She looked down at her hands that couldn't touch anything in front of her eyes, and suddenly thought that she was in this embarrassing situation in her dream, maybe it was because she didn't want to play the role of "Pandora", and maybe it wasn't out of her own reluctance to accept him. The tenderness and considerateness of the heart.

He couldn't see her because she didn't want to be seen by him.

A strange intuition told her that this judgment was correct.

There was a glimmer of light at the edge of the field of vision, and Pandora looked casually, but was stunned.

Round mirrors hang from the hallway walls.She couldn't remember if the mirror had been there before.During her stay in Ilysion, she only had eyes for the owner of the temple, and she only glanced at the furnishings and didn't pay attention to them.Coupled with the lack of interest in her appearance since she was born, she passed by several times before, and she never thought of taking a second look.

And now, Pandora unexpectedly found herself in the mirror with a stiff expression.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand, and her fingertips sparked ripples on the mirror.The next moment, she passed to the opposite side without any hindrance.

The space inside the mirror is completely symmetrical to the outside world, and otherwise, there is no difference.Before he had time to explore deeper, the sound of footsteps approached.Pandora's heart moved, and she stood in front of the mirror entrance.

It was daytime again outside in a blink of an eye, and another "Pandora" walked by slowly, and glanced casually from the corner of the eye.

The mirror is not the reflection of her walking sideways, but a woman with a familiar face is waving to her.

She thought she had misread it, so she stopped and looked intently.

Two pairs of identical gray eyes met through the mirror.

"Pandora" outside the mirror shuddered, exclaimed, and retreated to the opposite wall in shock.

Very slight but clear crunch.It was as if a crystal had burst into a fine line.Something has changed.This is an accident that never happened.Ouroboros opened its mouth, and the dream was derailed.

But Pandora outside has not disappeared.

Pandora was a little surprised.She thought that the other party was a product of a dream, and because she was unwilling, she was born to assume the role of Pandora.The moment they face each other, one of them should withdraw from this dream.Not so.She didn't just end up being the only one.

"Pandora?!" Almost immediately, Hermes rushed over, "What happened?"

"Mirror……"

Hermes looked into the mirror as he said, and remained silent in confusion.

Pandora in the mirror smiled.

"He can't see me," she said softly.

Her twin, standing outside the mirror, trembled.

"You can't hear my voice either. But you can. Because I don't want to face him yet," she moved to the front of Hermes, pondered for a moment, then smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe also because...he didn't dare see me."

Her hand stretched out of the mirror, as if to caress his cheek, but passed through.

The other Pandora trembled even more.

From the perspective of the other party, the current situation is indeed very scary.Even if it's just a phantom, scaring yourself is a bizarre experience.Pandora said warmly, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if you left this temple and Ilysion?"

Pandora outside the mirror tightened her lips stiffly.

Hermes narrowed his eyes, following the sights of the people around him to lock on a point in the mirror.

Pandora was right where his eyes settled, but the staring was only a one-sided illusion.

"I know you must have thought about it," she lowered her voice softly, her words were bewitching, "He can't answer you, but I can give you the answer."

The other girl stubbornly turned her face away and refused, then pulled Hermes by the corner of his clothes and leaned against him, lowered her head and said softly: "It's nothing, I may be a little tired, I thought I saw a strange figure in the mirror."

Hermes hugged her by the waist, and put his lips on her forehead: "Then go and lie down for a while."

"Pandora" shrank into Hermes' arms, as if avoiding his gaze.

She laughed softly: "I will wait for you here."

Because the other party will definitely come.