Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6607 (Six Thousand Six Hundred and Seven) Rice
“At the moment, I also like to think about the rice fields. It feels really good to have you thinking about the rice fields with me.” The man with gray hands said with satisfaction.

The brown-handed man said, "I feel very comfortable right now. What do you think rice fields look like?"

"Are you comfortable because you hear me talk like this, or because you feel comfortable thinking about the rice fields?" asked the man with gray hands, smiling.

"Is there any need to distinguish between these two?" The brown-handed man said, "A person's comfort at a certain moment may be the result of the combined effect of many factors."

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "That's true. The rice fields in my impression are full of vitality, and many rice plants seem to be waving."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, one piece after another, waving, and also like calling."

"Summon what?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't know." The brown-handed man said, "After all, I'm not rice."

The Gray Hand Man laughed: "Is it okay to answer the question this way?"

"It's not a main question, so any answer will do." said the man with brown hands.

"Oh, is this how you treat me?" asked the Gray Hand Man with a deliberate smile.

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "It's not just you that I treat like this."

"Who else would be treated like this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"As long as it's not the user, it's like this." The brown-handed man said, "In fact, even if it's the user, I might be like this at this moment."

"You are very brave." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "How dare you."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Well, maybe he dares, but maybe only now."

The brown-handed man said, "I was originally talking about this moment. Times will change, and many situations will change."

"Yes, when the season comes, the rice in the rice fields will turn golden yellow." The gray-handed man said. The brown-handed man said, "Now it seems like a golden color has appeared in front of my eyes. This has nothing to do with any special ability, it's just my own idea."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Me too, and there is also blue sky and sunshine."

"The sun shines on the rice fields. The rice is waving, as if calling out to you." said the man with brown hands.

"Do you think that after a long, long time, I might turn into rice?" asked the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man asked, "What are you asking about that happened a long, long time ago?"

"Do you still feel uncomfortable?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "It depends on how long you've been asking."

The Gray Hand said, "I see. I won't ask. I just said that."

The brown-handed man said, "It's okay. If you turn into rice, I will probably turn into rice too, and we may even stand in the same place in the rice field."

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "If we are the same person, even if we turn into rice, we are still the same rice."

"Anyway, we are now on the same 'Tao'. If I put it this way, you will definitely understand." The man with brown hands emphasized the word "Tao", believing that the man with gray hands would definitely understand which "Tao" he was talking about.

The gray-handed man smiled and said, "No matter which way we go, we are all on the same 'path'." The gray-handed man also emphasized the word "path" and used this method to convey to the brown-handed man that he understood the meaning.

The brown-handed man said, "If you turn into rice, everything will become simple."

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "I also think it will become simple. Maybe it's because we are not rice that we think so?"

"What you said seems to make sense." The brown-handed man said, "Perhaps for rice, everything is not so simple."

(End of this chapter)