She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

After several days of sweltering heat, it finally began to thunder and rain in the evening.By midnight, the storm had slowed down but showed no sign of letting up, and the first thing Pandora heard as she descended the stairs was the sound of water in the backyard, as if the house was next to a clear and swift stream.

The floor lamp in the corner of the living room was on alone. Apollo was writing at his desk, and he raised his head when he heard footsteps: "Good evening. Can't sleep?"

"Well, a little bit," Pandora opened the refrigerator, pulled out a can of sparkling water from the pile of alcoholic drinks, and the whistling of the bubbles at the moment the tab was opened made this summer night more cool and humid, she said casually, "It's raining heavily. "

"The sound of the rain can make me concentrate, so I quite like the rain." Apollo said so, tapped the forehead with the end of the fountain pen, and crossed out another paragraph of text on the draft paper in distress.

Senator Olimpoi is also in the center of the storm now, but Apollo is still writing here calmly.Unbelievably, this scene even slightly calmed the restlessness in her heart.She couldn't help standing where she was, staring blankly at Apollo's shadow on the wall.

Apollo sighed and capped the pen.

Pandora thought that she was disturbing Mr. Poet's creation by standing there, so she planned to go upstairs.But he stood up: "I have been stuck in the same place for a long time. Talking to you may give you new ideas. If you are not in a hurry to go to sleep?"

"of course."

Apollo first took a glass of drinking water, and drank half of it directly, with a bold gesture as if drinking strong wine.

"What are you writing? New poetry?"

The blond youth shook his head: "Write a letter."

"To the person who bought the stationery and wrote to...?"

"Correct."

Pandora couldn't help but bend her lips.

Apollo raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"If I say it straight, you might be offended."

"How can I be so narrow-minded."

"The air pressure in the house has been low today, and I feel like I have to be careful when I say a word, but you are still writing love letters at this time, and suddenly feel...it's pretty good."

Not only was Apollo not angry, but he also raised his chin: "It's time like this that you have to uphold yourself and live as usual."

It sounds reasonable.

"How long have you been writing to that lady?"

Apollo was obviously stunned for a moment, blinking his pale eyelashes, calculating the year in his mind, and replied in surprise: "It's been five years." It was as if he had never counted the years before she asked the question.

"Five years..." Pandora's eyes widened in admiration, "In this day and age, communication can be maintained for five years, and it's still made of paper. It's amazing."

Apollo touched his nose, and lowered his voice: "It's not so much a communication...it's better to say that I wrote to her unilaterally. She didn't reply."

Sir, this kind of behavior could easily be dismissed as a pervert...

"Did your letter really go to her?"

Normal people will change addresses.

"She received them all. I sent them all the way to our mutual friends."

Probably another wealthy love story with a lot of inside information.Pandora didn't ask any more questions, took a sip of sparkling water, and then looked at the body of the can.The first night she came to 1212 Agra Avenue, Hermes poured her the same one.In fact, she doesn't particularly like fruity sparkling water, but when faced with a whole refrigerator full of drinks just now, she still naturally chose this flavor and this brand.She squeezed the can tightly and lowered her gaze.

"You really won't ask about our private affairs." Apollo suddenly sighed.

"what?"

"Hermes told me before that you would stop as soon as you start asking questions about your private life. It's as accurate as a veteran driver who knows in advance that there will be a speedometer at the next intersection and slows down."

Pandora didn't know what expression to put on: "He said that about me?"

"Don't worry, that's probably his special way of complimenting."

She smiled and didn't answer.

"But I don't mind telling you about the relationship between me and her. I don't practice secrecy." Apollo seemed to have never considered the possibility that Pandora was not interested in this, so he sighed softly and began to tell:

"Her name is Daphne."

He uttered the three-syllable name like a carol, slow and reverent.

"I met her at a party seven years ago, and it was love at first sight. When I met her eyes, I was struck by lightning in the head and couldn't speak. Never before, and since then, no one has been able to speak at the same time. It gives me that feeling."

"Her feelings for me were not that strong, at least not at first, and I was well aware of that. But my frantic pursuit didn't scare her, and she responded to my feelings later. We were in the same school, and during the holidays I invited her to go skiing or go to the beach with me, and the year I spent with her was the happiest 365 days of my life."

The courtyard lamp reflected on the porch through the rain curtain and the water vapor on the glass, a string of irregular and ambiguous light, Apollo stared at the slightly shaking light and shadow, as if he saw the time when his sweetheart walked with him , There was no sound for a long time.

"I proposed to her when I graduated, and I took it for granted that she would agree. But she didn't accept the ring I prepared," Apollo's lips curled slightly, "It wasn't enough. The apartment disappeared. She only answered the first call I made. She will never see me again. Only this sentence. And then she left my life completely."

Pandora felt that it was inappropriate to comfort or explain, so she didn't say anything.Apollo didn't care about that either.

"After that, I struggled with a lot of unsightly stupid things, desperately trying to find a reason, thinking that as long as I knew the disease, I could take countermeasures to save her. Writing letters was also a solution to compromise the ideas of both parties at that time. But in the past two years, I Only gradually figured it out, or noticed it for the first time, long before that day... Maybe my love disturbed her when she responded to me. But I was so intoxicated with joy that I didn't notice any warning .”

"Uneasy? How different is her background from yours?"

Apollo was silent for a while in surprise: "So all girls think so?"

"I'm not saying that Daphne will definitely feel inferior because of her different family background, but... I can understand her thoughts to some extent. There will be a lot of pressure to associate with people like you."

Apollo smiled bitterly: "Judging from the results, you are right. I don't think anything else matters as long as there is love, but she obviously doesn't think so."

"As long as there is love, nothing else matters..." Pandora repeated, "It's thanks to you that you can tell."

"I always feel that you are very rude to me today."

Pandora immediately bowed her head in a good manner: "I'm sorry." It can only be blamed for being bored in the room thinking about things all day, and the irritability is hard to suppress.

Apollo kept shaking his head: "No, no, it's okay, you continue to talk, I want to hear it. Artemis said similar things, Artemis and Eros let me think for myself."

"Maybe you feel that love is enough, that's because you... To be honest, from my point of view, you have everything that ordinary people have to work hard to expect to encounter from the beginning, so you can Think love is enough. But I don't think so. Maybe Daphne doesn't think that way either."

All you really have is love, which is pretty scary when you think about it.Besides love, she has other things she wants, and for them, she doesn't even have to choose love.Probably only people who don’t know that there is something to desire besides love—either those who are already extremely desperate or who are extremely happy at the beginning, and those who are completely isolated from the world, pure and ignorant, she guessed, such people Will believe that love is enough.But Pandora didn't say this too.

Just her opinion.

Apollo's pupils flickered violently, his mind agitated.

Pandora turned around and threw the empty soda can into the recycling bin.Yesterday was garbage collection day, and the empty metal cans fell to the bottom, making a lonely bang.

She dryly put a footnote on her big words: "This is just my opinion... What Daphne thinks, you can only ask her yourself."

"Well, you're right, if you don't ask, there will never be an answer," Apollo nodded honestly, like a good student, "When she and I have changed enough one day, maybe she will be willing to see me again. Thank you, Pandora, I know what to write."

In this way... you will understand?real?

"It would be great if I could help you." Pandora was about to go upstairs.

"What about you? What are you worrying about?"

She looked back in surprise.

As if offended by her surprise, Apollo lowered the line of his lips: "I can't fail to see such an obvious thing." After a slight pause, he asked again: "What's wrong with Hermes?"

Pandora smiled awkwardly: "Ah...it has nothing to do with him."

"When you mentioned him just now, your expression was very strange. It is also very strange now."

"..."

"So? I'm that guy's brother anyway, and I can answer many of your questions."

In your eyes, what kind of person is Hermes?

Pandora swallowed the question abruptly.She shouldn't have asked Apollo.What she wants to know is not Hermes in the eyes of her brother who has a close relationship with Hermes.What she wanted to know was what he was thinking and what purpose he had when he, the man with the codenames Hermes Olymboi and Caduceus4, was associated with Pandora Titanes. what kind.

You will never have an answer without asking yourself.

Pandora smiled and shook her head: "Thank you, but you have already given me a trick, I can fall asleep now. Good night."

Apollo scratched her hair and stared at her for a moment, as if judging that she was not lying again: "Okay...good night." He walked back to the table, took the pen in his hand and twirled flowers, and watched her go upstairs.

Back in the room, Pandora clicked on the frequently used messaging app, without allowing herself to hesitate.

"I searched for caduceus4"

A bubble icon with three dots popped up on the other side, and it was typing.

Pandora is faster.

"When you are free, I want to talk to you alone."

The input bubble disappears for a second.Then, a new message bubble pops up:

"it is good"