Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5803 (five thousand eight hundred and three)
The brown-handed man said, "It's just repetition. It seems to feel good when it's repeated many times."

"Maybe we have become accustomed to this repetition." said the man with gray hands.

"Is getting used to it good for us?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"From the so-called experience just now, it doesn't seem to count." Gray Hand Man said, "But I just think this feeling is not bad. In fact, the so-called experience just now may not be true experience."

"It's probably hard to find real experience in this environment," said the brown-handed man. "Anyway, it's all about being comfortable, right?"

"What do you mean?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It should be consistent with your idea." said the man with brown hands.

"It seems that you know what I mean again." said the man with gray hands.

"That's right." said the man with brown hands.

"The yarn has changed color." said the Gray Hand Man.

"What color did it turn into?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yellow and green." said the man with gray hands.

“I hadn’t thought of that,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“I didn’t expect that either,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Did you see the numbers clearly?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I still can't see it clearly." The Gray Hand Man said, "I can't see the front. How can I see it?"

"It's already turned yellow-green but we still can't see it. Do we have to wait until it turns yellow?" asked the man with brown hands.

"At least the color now has something to do with yellow," said the gray-handed man. "If it was like before, sometimes green and sometimes brown, I really don't know if it could be connected to yellow."

"That's true," said the brown-handed man. "It seems to be better than before."

The Gray Hand Man added: "It's a pity that I still can't see what the numbers are."

"Do you feel you'll be able to see it in a moment?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man replied.

"Sure?" asked the Brown Hand. "Sure," said the Gray Hand.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Will the waiting time be long?"

"I don't feel it's short at the moment." said the man with gray hands.

"Surface feeling?" asked the brown-handed man.

"That's right," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again: "Do you believe in this superficial feeling?"

"I can't say I believe it." said the man with gray hands.

"Half-believing?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"That's about right." said the man with gray hands.

"Do you remember some of the superficial feelings you had before, and do you believe them all?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Remember, it hasn't been long." said the man with gray hands.

"You don't believe it so much this time. Is there any reason?" asked the man with brown hands.

"It seems more normal not to believe that, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "That's right. You said that this is just your superficial feeling. Based on our previous experience, superficial feelings don't seem to be very reliable."

"Yes, that was originally the case. But today, in this environment, I have trusted my superficial feelings more often. This time, I didn't believe it so much, and it seemed a little strange." said the man with gray hands.

"Even you find it strange?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man, "It's obviously different from the situation just now where I trusted my superficial feelings."

"Are you adapting well?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Just get used to it," said the Gray Hand Man. "Although it's strange, it's not impossible to get used to strange things. After listening to what I said, have you gotten used to it?"

"I adapt to it," the brown-handed man replied. "It's easy to adapt to it."

(End of this chapter)