She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

After drinking the potion, Pandora was finally no longer a giant.But it can't be called returning to its original state at all, and her body always feels weird.The skirt on her body suddenly became loose and baggy, and the skirt that was originally above her knees grew down to her calves.After taking a photo on the lake, she realized that she had not only shrunk and got rid of the huge effect of the cake, but had directly returned to the appearance of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl ten years ago.

Miaoluosi raised his tail and shook it several times in satisfaction: "Welcome back, Pandora."

"I..." A lot of memories suddenly appeared in my mind, and my body returned to the previous state. Pandora felt a little numb all over.She touched her face, and stared blankly at the potion bottle in her hand that grew bigger and smaller with her.

There is also writing on the inside of the label attached to the outer wall, but it was completely hidden by the dark potion before.Because the side next to the bottle is less oxidized, the handwriting is still legible even when viewed through the glass:

Rememberme remember me.

Before she understood this sentence, hot tears rushed to her eyes.

Before she had time to put on her socks, she stepped into her ill-fitting shoes and started running.

The crimson brick house that was just a step away suddenly became so far away. It stood at the end of the long ramp, patiently waiting for Pandora to stagger up the hill.Pushing open the small gate of the iron fence, she walked through the flowerbed planted with various exotic flowers and weed seedlings, climbed up the steps, and came to the main entrance of the house.

Holding on to the sun-stained doorpost for a while, she stood up straight and wiped the thin sweat from her brow with her backhand, then picked up the door knocker and knocked twice.The sound of metal colliding with the wooden door was like her heartbeat suddenly becoming louder and faster.

No one answered the door.

Pandora was a little flustered immediately, and pushed it casually, and the door creaked and opened inward.

Subconsciously, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly walked in across the threshold.

The dark and narrow foyer leads to a room that looks like a living room, but the original appearance is no longer visible-all kinds of boxes are piled up from the floor to the ceiling, and those with the lids half-opened can see the contents inside. Stuff, everything from Mardi Gras masks to antique tableware to marbles.More like a warehouse than a living room, or a poorly run antique store.Just like the Mad Hatter described.

Even though it was the first time she stepped here, Pandora immediately knew which door in the corridor led to which room, and what was inside the room behind the door.Because during the journey, the Mad Hatter described it to her too many times.

She once complained half-truthfully that it was of no use to know what his parents were like and what their internal structure was, and the young man replied with a smile: "In this way, when you really come to be a guest, you don't have to worry about being like everyone else. I got lost in the labyrinth house." He pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice, stood on her shoulder, and added into her ear: "This is a special treatment that only my dearest partner can enjoy." I don't know what it is. It's strange that what he said was still the breath falling down the earlobe and the side of the neck, anyway, Pandora's heart was beating violently at that moment.At that time, she wondered vaguely, would anyone really like a weird girl who was taller than the tallest tree in the forest?But he's a mad hatter.

She should have remembered more than this shining moment.There are many, many more.For example, while waiting for Hecate to concoct the potion, the Mad Hatter made an agreement with her that when she returned to her normal shape, she could visit him as a guest and invite other people to drink a cup of delicious tea together at the end of the journey. It is the scene that the story should have at the end of the reunion.But this agreement was not fulfilled.And when she left here, she actually forgot about these things, even the Mad Hatter.

The room was quiet, so when the clock in the corner was about to point to six in the afternoon, the sound of the internal mechanical parts turning was very clear.Pandora shuddered and immediately came back to her senses.

The Mad Hatter was accused of murdering Time in order to save her.Time has cursed the Mad Hatter: he will never make it to six o'clock, when tea begins.

There are still a few minutes before the minute hand reverses again.Is she late?

"Mad Hatter? Where are you?! Is anyone there?" Pandora turned into the kitchen holding her skirt.The copper kettle was still warm on the stove, and the air smelled of buttered scones.But no one was there.

Without thinking, she turned into the corridor on one side and pushed open the small door leading to the garden behind the house.When she stepped down the steps, she stepped on the hem of her skirt, and the heel of her too big shoes was unstable, and she almost fell face down on the green grass.

Raising her head, she saw a long dining table covered with a rhombic tablecloth, which could accommodate more than a dozen people, but a full set of luxurious tea sets and food were crowded together.A man stood at the head of the table, stooping over the silverware, concentrating on it, murmuring to himself whether to put the napkin under or above the knives and forks, the tea strainer in the left hand or the right.His movements stopped suddenly.Pandora thought he was going to turn around when he sensed the noise, but he didn't.

The world beyond the dinner table seems to him to be completely non-existent.

"It's almost time, it's really exciting."

The young man in a long coat and top hat stood up straight, with his left thumb and index finger tucked together, as if holding a small daisy, while his other hand was pulling out petals that did not exist, whispering along with the movement like a riddle: "Will she Come, she won't come, she will come, she won't come, she—"

Pandora got up on her hands, and staggered into his field of vision.

"Mad Hatter... Hermes!"

At the same time, whether it is the clock in the house or the pocket watch in the pocket of the Mad Hatter's vest, their hour and minute hands stretch straight into a vertical line.When the time reaches six o'clock in the evening, it no longer goes backwards counterclockwise, but continues to move forward.The clock in the house rang, and the long and slow clang—————

The youth's emerald green eyes widened in astonishment.The insane aura of being dazed and focused only on the narrow world around him was gone.The next moment, he smiled brightly: "Ah, you came just in time."

It was as if she was on time for her appointment.

"Hermes!" Pandora rushed over, almost hanging on him.

"Ouch," he wrapped his arms around her back to stabilize her, and smiled softly, "you have grown into an outstanding lady too."

She froze for a moment, and suddenly found that she had grown back to the size of an adult.Time begins to flow again, and of course it is.But she suddenly became sad: "Mad Hatter, I..."

"Well, I know," he stroked her hair softly, "forgetting is the curse of time. But you came back and remembered. So there's nothing wrong with you. Well, look, I let you Don't cry. All right, all right, sit down first."

He pulled out a chair for her, and poured dark red tea into the teacup in front of her: "Milk, sugar? Or lemon?"

The confirmation and answer overlapped in unison:

"Milk, and a lot of sugar?"

"Milk, and lots of sugar."

They looked at each other and smiled.

Then, the Mad Hatter's tea party began.

Various flavors of mini sandwiches, scones with whipped cream and jam, fruit tarts, pastries, strawberry cream layer cakes, macarons, fruit mousse... While enjoying delicious food, they talked about each other's love after parting. crazy story.It's hard to say whether the world she grew up in is more insane, or the wondrous world no longer ruled by fate is more irrational.Yet the stories they told were so interrupted now and then by sudden riddles and other word games that no one was told at all from beginning to end.But Pandora and Hermes didn't care.

The sun gradually sank, setting behind the treetops, and the wind in the garden was chilled with it.

There are tables and their shadows in the orange-red sunset on the ground.Pandora watched the elongated shadows of her and the Mad Hatter tremble gently with the blades of grass, and suddenly realized that it was finally time for the tea party to end.Then what……?Then what should she do?Does she want to stay in this world forever?But outside the rabbit hole, the adult Pandora also has a life. Will she completely abandon the adult world?

She looked up.

Hermes put down the empty teacup, and the crisp sound of the porcelain colliding was a bit lonely.He smiled, as if he had seen through all her thoughts, but he didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything.

This guy is too cunning.Pandora couldn't help thinking.He is willing to repeat the same tea party preparation time because of her, and is willing to wander on the edge of the abyss of madness, but he will not snatch the dominance of her entire life.He had the answer he wanted, but he gave her the right to choose, without persuading, preventing, or retaining.

She asked softly: "Why is a crow like a writing desk?"*

He responded frankly: "I don't know at all."*

"Mad Hatter, I..."

The setting sun was burning, blurring his vision.

Pandora opened her eyes, she was used to the glare of the glare, there was not a single cloud in the blue sky, the sailing ship was shaking slightly, and the waves beat against the side of the ship rhythmically.She stared blankly at the white waterfowl circling, but did not slow down.

"What dream?" Hermes touched her cheek.

Only then did she realize that she was leaning against his arms, and then she remembered that they were walking slowly on the sea.The afternoon sun makes people drowsy, but unlike the immortal gods, she will be attacked by drowsiness from time to time, so she slips into sleep unconsciously on Hermes' chest.

"Strange dream." Saying so, Pandora buried her face in his neck, stretched out her arms and hugged him.

She took the initiative to act like a baby, and Hermes was always very welcome.He found a comfortable embrace position in the shadow of the mast and sail, lowered his head and rubbed her forehead and hair with his lips, and asked at the same time, "Specifically?"

"It's weird everywhere," she really wanted to describe, and everything in the dream began to blur. She hesitated to briefly describe the passage of the dream, "You were trapped by a curse to save me, but I forgot you Grow up and grow old alone. When I finally remember to meet you again, I have to choose. Do I give up everything else and stay with you, or go back to my old life? And—"

After waiting for a while, Hermes couldn't help asking: "And then?"

"No then, and then I woke up."

He raised his eyebrows subtly, leaned his back against the mast, and wrapped his fingertips around her hair.

"Fortunately, it was just a dream." Pandora slapped his hand off, sat up, and then pecked at the corner of his lips, "I won't regard you as an option."

Hermes stopped talking, his eyes flickered, and he pulled her directly in front of him, pressing his lips together.

A moment of silence.

"In case a sea monster or a fairy in the ocean passes by..." Pandora complained in a low voice.

As for mortals, they cannot see the sails of the gods at all.Moreover, they have already left the easy-to-navigate sea area near the coast, and headed for a wider ocean. Human ships are afraid of wind and waves, and they will never go to this water area.As for the purpose of Pandora and Hermes' trip, it is very simple: they want to see the end of the water waves guarded by Oceanus.

Hermes lowered his head and argued confidently: "With Poseidon around, the sirens and nymphs at sea will not feel out of place no matter what they encounter. And it's too late for them to avoid this ship. Who told Ling Ao A certain goddess whom the Limbos protoss are afraid of is on board."

Pandora held his face in both hands, and blew at him: "Then you are not afraid of me?"

"I have already been corroded by your power once, what else is there to be afraid of?" Hermes held her waist, and there was an evil light in the eyes raised to her, like flames, like stars, shining brightly. Flash, "I don't mind if you swallow me right now."

The wind and waves on the sea come and go, sometimes slow and sometimes strong.

When Pandora almost forgot what strange dream she had during her nap just now, Hermes suddenly stopped everything else, looked into her eyes seriously and said, "For me, you are not an option either."

It is the premise, the condition, and the only necessity that cannot be weighed on the scales.

-And their adventure goes on...-