She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

"Indeed, I'm willing to come again just for the scenery." Pandora looked around, and there was only their car in the parking lot. "Why is there no one around such a great night scene?"

"This is a hidden scenic spot, and not many people know about it," the gradually sinking blue-purple sky shrouded, and the electric lights in the parking lot also buzzed, a pale fire ignited in Hermes' eyes, "I am also the first Bring someone here once."

Pandora was stunned when she heard the words, biting half of the French fries without moving.Many of her thoughts are remarkably accessible, but there are moments when her gentle silence becomes a mask behind which she pulls back with more nuanced emotions, making it difficult to grasp her true perspective.For example, now, it was difficult for Hermes to say whether her surprise was mixed with other emotions.

The sound of a car horn in the distance was followed by a moment of silence.

Hermes laughed softly: "Actually, there are quite a few places overlooking the night view nearby, if someone takes you to see the lights, and then claims that you are the No. 1, You must not believe it. People who have lived here for a while will basically know one or two good places to see the scenery, and then want to use this to sell favors to the new students."

Pandora lowered her eyes and smiled: "I know. Thank you for warning in advance."

The other party blinked playfully again: "Besides, the field of view of several well-known viewing platforms is far from that of this place. I can guarantee this."

"You will please people." Pandora praised sincerely.

Hermes' expression was a little subtle: "Why do I think this is not a compliment?"

She lowered her eyes and scribbled on the bottom of the carton with french fries dipped in ketchup: "Why not a compliment? After coming here, you are the kindest and friendliest person to me. But..." She paused for a moment before looking at him: "But I don't know why, I always feel that I still don't know you at all."

Unlike the other people I met at 1212 Agra Avenue, Hermes never seemed to show a "gap" in front of her - from which she could glimpse the details of her true personality, likes and dislikes.The closest moment was the moment when he prevented her from searching for the mysterious ID face to face, as if she was standing in front of a door called Hermes, the door was ajar, and he didn't stop her from seeing what was behind the door, but also Not encouraging, so she didn't push it away in the end.

This is very contradictory.Hermes is friendly and reliable. He is very kind to Pandora, whom he has only known for three days, and to everyone.Like the breeze that walks among the crowd, it is calm and comfortable, bringing flower rain and fragrant mist, but its own appearance is ambiguous.Because of this, Pandora couldn't think that Hermes' care was a good impression of her. She guessed that Councilman Olymboi had entrusted him to take care of her, a girl from a small town who had just arrived in a big city.

It's better to keep a distance, that's what she originally planned.Before leaving, Epimetheus also warned her not to get too involved with the Olymboi family, and to be kind and friendly ordinary friends is enough.But Hermes aroused her curiosity.

"You want to know me?" Hermes asked back.

In the living room after the party that day, he also asked her with a smile like this.

Pandora put her knees together, her calves intertwined, and moved a little behind the seat.She looked at him without dodging: "what if I say yes?"

"Okay, then what do you want to know?" He pushed the dinner plate aside, rested his chin with one hand, and leaned forward towards her, "It seems that you still haven't searched for caduceus4?"

"It was you who made me think of you as Hermes Olymboy."

"Indeed. But I'm still a little surprised. Generally speaking, you will search it out of curiosity afterwards, right?"

Pandora shook the Coke, and the ice cubes rattled: "Then I'm not 'generally speaking'."

He put on an expression of admiration, and turned his palms to make a "please" gesture.

"The internal relationship of the Olymboi family is very complicated, but everyone can still live in peace in the same house. How is this possible?"

"What do you want to know is about me, or about the Olympian family?" Hermes returned the question with a smile.

"Aren't you a member of the Olymboi family? From my observations these days, Athena and Ares have a bad relationship; the welcome party was organized by Apollo and Artemis. Lin Boyi didn't seem to show his face. You must have a subtle relationship that I didn't notice, but you are an exception, no matter who the other party is, it seems that you have a good relationship. "

Hermes applauded lightly: "You are very observant." Pandora pouted, and he motioned for her to let him finish.

"There is nothing to hide. Our father, Zeus Olimboi, has a very rich relationship history and many children. Generally speaking, it is common sense for half-brothers and sisters to have tensions over property and inheritance rights. But we each The role played in front of him has been fixed," he tilted his head slightly to consider the statement, "in other words, our father is not the kind of person who would change the key clauses of the will because of personal affairs. As long as he is still alive, you can fight for it. It doesn’t make sense. Also, Agra Road isn’t always full of people all year round.”

Hermes changed his sitting position: "I can give you a detailed introduction to the situation in Olymboi's house, but accordingly, you have to answer a few questions for me afterwards."

Pandora picked up the cup and touched his: "Deal."

For the convenience of explanation, Hermes picked up a French fries and put them on the far left of the dinner plate: "This is the eldest daughter Athena. Her mother passed away shortly after giving birth. You should also know that she is now reading jd In the future, he will either become a justice or a member of Olymboy Jr."

Fries number 2, which are about the same length, are placed a little farther away at the same height, next to one extra short and another medium length.

"Ares, he is only a few months younger than Athena? After retiring from the Special Forces, he partnered with his comrades to set up a private security company. Recently, he gave himself an annual leave. You probably won't see him in another week." Hebe, who was born to the same mother, was almost ten years younger than him. Their mother Hera was born in a noble family, and she was the eldest lady of the so-called "Old Qian" family. She divorced her father twice, although the trouble ended in the end, now Is it the father's legal partner or her. You know the situation of Hephaestus, and whether it is the child during the divorce or during the marriage with Zeus... You don't need to know."

Pandora found two French fries of the same length and put them on the other side: "Then these are Apollo and Artemis."

Hermes curled his lips when he saw this: "Yes, after the first divorce, my father quickly remarried with the mother of the twins, Leto. Their marriage lasted for many years. Father likes these two children very much, like Apollo You know, Artemis..." He sighed helplessly: "If you don't know, she is an excellent shooter. You can go back and watch her wonderful results online. They are about six or seven years old When it's time—" He picked up another French fries, twirled them with his fingertips, and lightly pressed them onto the dinner plate.

"Father seems to have reached a juncture that is about the life and death of his political career, so he discussed with Leto and agreed to divorce. The next remarriage partner is the daughter of a former key figure in the political circle who seems to be an enemy but not a friend, that is, my mother. The so-called The key figures in the political circle in the past... just got out of office after causing a national scandal, but they still have a certain influence in the party."

Pandora made a "wow" mouth.

This family has extraordinary backgrounds, it's like watching a dog blood TV series.

"I hardly ever met my grandfather. He basically thought I didn't exist," he shrugged. "After all the danger, my dear father immediately sent a private lawyer to my mother to send a divorce agreement. This is equivalent to I slapped that gentleman in public. It wasn’t long before my mother found out she was pregnant. Unlike others, when I was born, my biological father had already become my mother’s ex-husband. Maybe I should thank her for not killing me.”

When Hermes told about his family background, he stared sideways at the shining outline of the city, his face hidden in the shadows that the lights of the parking lot could not reach.The night wind gently blew his hair, and he suddenly turned his head, not giving Pandora a chance to change his expression.He wasn't smiling, but his tone was gentle: "You didn't pity me."

"I guess you wouldn't like that."

"really."

He started to fiddle with the French fries actors again: "In short, after that, my father and Leto remarried and divorced, and then reunited with Hera, and Hebe was born at that time. Maybe it was the so-called seven-year itch, or maybe my father knew about it. Hephaestus, or maybe the father met Dionysus' mother, a famous opera singer, and they divorced for the second time."

"I don't need to go on, you can probably guess the direction of the story," Hermes put down the French fries representing Dionysus, took out a sterile paper towel and wiped his hands, "Finally, my father pleaded again. Hera's forgiveness, the third legal couple with the same woman, which lasts to this day."

It's really a magnificent story of the wealthy family, and now the streaming media platform's self-produced dramas dare not write like this.

"So? Has your curiosity been satisfied?" The black-haired young man looked as usual.

"You still haven't answered why you're on good terms with everyone."

Hermes raised his hands, as if he was very regretful: "Oh, I couldn't get away with it." He looked at her sideways and said very deliberately: "So should I tell you or not..."

"Then save it for next time."

Pandora stepped back generously, but he was stunned for a moment.

She folded her arms and shrank her neck: "The wind has picked up, and the remaining French fries are all cold."

Hermes pressed the remote car key, and the car lights jumped twice.

"go home."

When starting the engine, he asked casually, "Speaking of which, at what age were you adopted by Prometheus?"

"Six years old."

The voice at the beginning of the navigation overlapped Hermes' next natural question: "Before that...?"

Pandora was busy looking for the seat belt buckle, and replied without much thought: "I don't remember."

Hermes was surprised and silent.

She watched the speed of the sports car climb rapidly, and said calmly: "Both my biological parents died in a traffic accident, and I was also in the car. After waking up, my memory was a little impaired."

Almost immediately, the speed of the car began to slow.

"It's okay, I don't remember anything about the accident, so I don't have any psychological shadows about riding in the car." Pandora smiled gratefully.

Hermes didn't continue this topic, but instead asked, "Which radio station do you want to listen to?"

"It's all right," she yawned, "Sorry, I'll squint for a while."

"Ah."

When merging into the traffic flow of the main highway, the speed of the car has to slow down, or even stop and go. The traffic condition on Sunday night is always worrying. Today is especially congested. It turns out that there is an accident ahead.

While waiting for the parking lot, Hermes took out his phone, opened a chat app known for its one-to-one data confidentiality, and quickly typed a message:

"When I was 6 years old, I encountered a traffic accident with my biological parents, my parents died, and I suffered from stress memory impairment"

The thumb hovers over the send key.He glanced sideways, and saw that Pandora had fallen asleep leaning against the car window, and hadn't woken up because of the long parking.Her expression was quiet and soft, and her slow breathing could be clearly heard in the car without the stereo on.If she was dreaming, it must be a good dream.

Dozing off unpreparedly in the car of a man whom he has only known for a few days is really lack of vigilance. It seems that the Prometheus Brothers still haven't done a good job in safety education.

The traffic started to move again, and the horn blew impatiently from behind. Hermes cleared the message, threw the phone into the storage compartment, and stepped on the accelerator.