Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5778 (five thousand seven hundred and seventy-eight) Raindrops

The Gray Hand said, "This time not only do you believe it, I also believe your superficial feelings."

"You believe in yourself, don't you?" said the Brown-Handed Man.

"My superficial feelings this time are the same as yours." The Gray Hand Man said, "I believe in myself, and at the same time I believe in you."

The brown-handed man said, "That's right. Our superficial feelings are often the same."

“I guess if the deep feelings can appear during this period, they will be consistent.” said the man with gray hands.

"I suppose so, but I haven't felt the deep feeling in a while," said the Brown Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "If you and I have deep feelings again and they are consistent, will it be the time for something big to happen?"

"What's the big deal?" The brown-handed man asked, "Are you saying that the consequences of spitting out those two have manifested?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "That's what I was thinking."

The brown-handed man added, "You didn't think there was anything wrong with me saying 'consequences' this time."

"Because I think it's very likely." The Gray Hand said, "Although I don't want to say that."

The brown-handed man said, "Even if this incident doesn't have serious consequences, is there anything to look forward to next?"

"I understand what you mean by 'hope'? It means that after the less serious consequences occur, there will be other less bad things happening, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "but it seems difficult."

"It is difficult." The Gray Hand said, "So I will talk about some aspects of 'hope' that are different from what you think."

"What?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"I just hope that we can continue to get along like we do now," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man was stunned for a moment, and said, "I naturally have such a wish in my heart, but I think it is just a wish."

"I know," said the Gray Hand Man. "I think it's just a wish, too."

"The sound of the raindrops is getting heavier," said the brown-handed man. "Yes, and it got heavier when we were talking about this," said the gray-handed man.

"Like a blow to the heart," said the man with the brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Does the sound of rain coming from his abdomen symbolize something?"

"I really hadn't thought about it in this way just now." said the man with brown hands.

"Neither do I." The Gray Hand Man said, "I just thought about that a moment ago."

The Brown-Handed Man said, "If only people like us can hear the sounds coming from his abdomen, could it be that this sound is targeted at us?"

The Gray Hand said, "That's possible."

"Could this voice be trying to remind us of something, or tell us something?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Tell?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I just thought of this possibility." replied the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hands Man said again: "If so, what are these heavy raindrops trying to tell us?"

The Brown-Handed Man asked, "I can't think of anything at all."

“Could it be that the focus is not on the raindrops themselves?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Where do you think it will be?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Could it be that the key point is the feeling that the raindrops just now brought us, hitting our hearts heavily?" asked the man with gray hands.

"We are going to figure out what the sound of the rain is saying through this ourselves?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Let's understand it this way. Can we think of more?" Gray Hand asked, "I haven't thought of anything yet."

(End of this chapter)