Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5911 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred Eleven) Change

The Gray Hand Man said, "Okay, let's just let it be."

The brown-handed man smiled.

"I really hope to see numbers again." said the man with gray hands.

"Why?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"I don't know." The Gray Hand Man said, "Maybe I'm just used to it? Habit becomes nature?"

"Will there be less hope after a while?" asked the Brown-Handed Man with a smile.

"It's possible. It's so easy to change." Gray Hand Man said, "How easy is it to change in such an environment?"

The brown-handed man said, "I understand that very well."

"Do you wish you could see numbers again?" asked the Gray Hand.

"To be honest, I really hope so." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said, “I guess we can still see it.”

"Why do you estimate that?" asked the brown-handed man.

"No reason, I just think it should be okay." said the man with gray hands.

“It can’t be a deep feeling, right?” asked the brown-handed man.

"Do you think it looks like that?" said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said again, "I can't tell whether they look alike or not."

"Then just pretend it doesn't look like one." said the man with gray hands.

"Why don't you pretend to be like that?" asked the man with brown hands.

“Because most of the time they don’t look like it.” The man with gray hands laughed.

"But in such an environment, we can't use experience to predict anything, right?" asked the brown-handed man.

"That's true." The Gray Hand said, "It's really impossible to predict anything with experience. But I still want to pretend not to be like it."

"What if I'm asking about myself?" the brown-handed man asked deliberately.

"Then just treat it as a statue." said the man with gray hands.

"Look, look, here it comes again!" said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man laughed again.

The brown-handed man asked, "What does your smile mean?"

"I can almost tell what you are going to say next." The gray-handed man said. "You go ahead," the brown-handed man said.

"I said it, will you say it again?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, “I don’t know.”

The Gray Hand said, "You said you don't know, so I can't tell you."

"Why?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"What if you stop talking because of what I said? Then I won't be able to hear you anymore?" asked the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "If you can't hear it, then you can't hear it. You won't lose anything."

"Who said there's no loss if I can't hear it?" said the Gray Hand Man, "Then the loss is huge!"

"Ah?" the brown-handed man asked, "One word, you're so serious?"

"Because what we want to hear is from your mouth." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "What if I tell you so?"

"Very important." said the Gray Hand Man.

"You are joking..." said the man with brown hands.

"It's important to listen to you. Is this a joke?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Are you still speaking seriously?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I really want to hear more of you." said the man with gray hands.

"Then let me say a few more words." The brown-handed man said, "Look, you have listened to me for so long now."

"Then should I still say it?" the Gray Hand Man asked, "If I say it, will you say that again?"

"Didn't I answer you just now?" said the Brown Hand Man. "I don't know."

The Gray Hand asked, "Do you want to change your answer now?"

"You actually ask that." said the Brown-Handed Man.

"You answer." said the Gray Hand Man.

"If I changed my answer, would you still say it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"If I say it, you will say it again, then I will say it." said the man with gray hands.

"Okay." The brown-handed man smiled, "I'll change it to this."

(End of this chapter)