Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7166 (Seven Thousand One Hundred and Sixty-Six) ​​Holding Back

The gray-handed man said, "Yeah. Are you going to say to me next, 'Then why did you ask?'"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Even if it were, it isn't anymore."

The gray-handed man asked, "Why?"

“If you’ve already said it all, what’s the point of me saying anything more?” the brown-handed man asked.

"What do you mean? Of course, it's what you said," the gray-handed man laughed.

The brown-handed man asked, "Is that really what you think?"

“Yes, if I don’t think that way, how should I think? What do you think I think?” the gray-handed man asked.

"Why don't you just say 'it's a duplicate'?" the brown-handed man asked.

"How can this be considered a repetition?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.

The brown-handed man said, "Why can't it be counted? Explain this to me."

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "After all, it was what you wanted to say. Even if I said it, it was only because I guessed what you were going to say. In the end, it was still your words."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Because you're facing me, you think that ultimately it still comes down to me, right?"

"What do you mean by 'because I'm facing you'? Does that have a lot to do with it?" the gray-handed man asked.

“If it were someone else, you’d know whether the relationship is really that big,” said the brown-handed man.

The gray-handed man chuckled, “It’s the same with anyone else. Take that person for example. I guessed what that person was going to say, and I guessed correctly, even before they were about to speak. Those words still belong to that person. It’s just that I said what I guessed they were going to say first. What I guessed someone else was going to say doesn’t count as what I was going to say, right? So it doesn’t count as my words. Even if it were thrown at me, I wouldn’t take it.” “So averse to it?” the brown-handed man asked.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Rejection? Not at all."

“You said you ‘throw it to’,” the brown-handed man said.

"What's wrong with saying 'throw'?" the gray-handed man laughed. "What does 'throw' mean?"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Don't you think that thing you're 'throwing' sounds like garbage?"

The gray-handed man said, "I don't think so. You're carrying a big bag of steamed buns—I mean, the kind that's tightly sealed—and you toss the bag to me, and I catch it. That's you passing me food. In that situation, you wouldn't even think that what's in the bag is garbage, would you?"

"That's because you already said it was a steamed bun, so I already knew beforehand. If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have known what was inside," the brown-handed man asked.

“Under normal circumstances, you probably wouldn’t immediately consider it garbage,” the Gray-Handed Man chuckled.

“You keep saying ‘under normal circumstances,’ making it sound like it would be abnormal if I weren’t like this,” the brown-handed man said.

“I said ‘under normal circumstances’ based on your situation, which means I think you’re pretty normal,” the gray-handed man laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "But you've blocked what I might say."

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "You held it in yourself, didn't you?"

“It was precisely because you said ‘under normal circumstances’ that I couldn’t say that anymore. I can’t just hold it back,” the brown-handed man laughed.

The gray-handed man said, "Then choose an abnormal situation. If you want to say something, who can make you hold it back? I don't have the ability to make you hold it back. As long as you insist on saying it, and you don't care about whether it's normal or not, what can I do with you? I can't take back what you've said, right?"