Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5807 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Seven) Brown Green
The Gray Hand said, "It's just to liven up the atmosphere. You're absolutely right to think so."

The brown-handed man asked, "What if the shadow flashes by again in a while?"

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

"Is there a chance that the two shadows will flash by at the same time and meet?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It's possible that they flashed past at the same time." The Gray Hand said, "As for whether they will meet, it's hard to say."

The brown-handed man thought for a moment and said, "Do you have any new feelings?"

"New feeling?" said the Gray Hand Man. "No."

The brown-handed man said, "So this isn't how you feel."

"No," said the Gray Hand Man, "I just said it casually."

"You are speaking so casually at this time?" the brown-handed man asked deliberately.

"Yeah, aren't you too?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's true," said the brown-handed man, "but no matter how casual I am, I still don't want to say anything absolute."

"Maybe it's because I'm controlled by the environment here?" said the Gray Hand Man. "It's the same for me."

"You still don't want to say anything absolute now?" asked the man with the brown hands.

"Do you need to ask too?" the man with gray hands asked with a smile.

"Are you doing this on purpose again?" asked the man with brown hands.

"You can always tell it right away," said the man with gray hands.

"Even if you don't listen, I know it," said the man with the brown hands.

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because I am like that too." said the man with brown hands.

"Because of consistency?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"The color of the yarn has changed." said the man with gray hands.

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

"Brown-green," said the Gray-Handed Man.

"Brown-green?" asked the brown-handed man. "It's a mixture of brown and green," replied the gray-handed man.

"From this perspective, it seems to be even further away from the yellow color than before?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes." The man with gray hands said, "It was yellow-green just now. Compared with brown-green, yellow-green is closer to yellow after all."

The brown-handed man said again, "But it's far away now. Do you see the positive side of the number?"

"I didn't see it." The Gray Hand Man said, "I'll try again."

"Try?" the brown-handed man asked, "Do you want to find a special angle?"

"Yeah, let's find one and give it a try." The Gray Hand Man said, "Just move it around and see if it works."

The brown-handed man said, "Does it work?"

"Trying." said the man with gray hands.

"Do we see hope?" asked the brown-handed man.

"No." said the Gray Hand Man, "But I'm still trying."

"If you persist for a while when you don't see hope, maybe you will see hope?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Well, it's possible." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Do you really think so?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

"You weren't affected by my nonsense, were you?" asked the brown-handed man.

"First of all, I don't think what you are talking about is nonsense. Secondly, I really think so." said the man with gray hands.

"Didn't you feel anything?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"No," said the Gray Hand Man, "I just said that. I don't think it's possible to see the positive side of the numbers now."

The brown-handed man asked, "Do you think you will be able to see it after the yarn turns yellow?"

The Gray Hand said, "I'm not sure at this moment."

"What was the result of the test?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I can't see it," said the Gray Hand Man. "No matter how I move, the figure is facing me with its side."

(End of this chapter)