Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7245 (Seven Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Five) Looking Back

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Very perceptive."

Brown-Handed Man said, "Is this what you call perceptive? Are you stuck in some kind of pattern again?"

The gray-handed man smiled and replied, "No, that's not it."

The brown-handed man asked, "Do you really think that what I'm saying is insightful?"

The gray-handed man said, "Yes."

The brown-handed man said, "You're like this because you've forgotten everything from before, aren't you?"

The gray-handed man fell silent.

The brown-handed man asked, "What's wrong? I was just joking. I wasn't mocking your memory. Everyone knows you have a good memory. You remember things clearly and in detail."

The gray-handed man said, "You're bringing up my memory again. You have an exceptionally good memory, yet you say I have a good memory."

The brown-handed man said, "Isn't that a contradiction? Even if I have a good memory, it doesn't affect yours. Besides, there's no need for us to compare ourselves."

Grayhand said, "But having a good memory was a choice we had to make back then."

The brown-handed man said, "There's no other choice but to do it that way."

The gray-handed man said, "So now that we look back, it doesn't seem like such a good thing, does it?"

The brown-handed man said, "Looking back from where you are now?"

The gray-handed man said, "Yes, it's about looking back. Do you know what I was thinking when you said 'looking back'?"

“Go ahead and say it,” said the brown-handed man.

“Green grass, small hills, babbling brooks, I stand on a small hill,” said the gray-handed man.

"And then?" the brown-handed man asked. "You obviously didn't finish your sentence, did you?"

“Yes,” said the gray-handed man. “You can obviously guess what’s coming next.”

The brown-handed man said, "I can probably only think of part of it."

“Whether you’ve only thought of part of it or more, I believe that what you’re thinking is exactly what I was just thinking,” said the Gray-Handed Man.

"Are you so sure?" the Brown-Handed Man asked. "Yes, I'm sure," the Gray-Handed Man replied.

The brown-handed man said, "Should I tell you what I've thought of right now?"

“Of course,” said the gray-handed man.

The brown-handed man said, “You stand on the hill and look back. You see the path you have walked before.”

The gray-handed man said, "Yes."

"Didn't I finish speaking?" the brown-handed man asked.

“We can consider that we’ve finished speaking,” said the gray-handed man.

“I can tell from your words that I haven’t finished speaking,” said the brown-handed man.

Grayhand said, "No, I think whether or not someone finishes speaking is something a person can decide, right?"

“It’s your decision,” the brown-handed man said.

“That’s something you can decide,” the gray-handed man said.

“How can I decide?” the brown-handed man laughed. “Whether or not you’ve finished speaking is something only you know.”

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "I know, so you knew."

"Are you about to say 'you are me, and I am you' again?" the brown-handed man asked.

"I was indeed going to make a joke like that to lighten the mood," Grayhand said with a laugh.

The brown-handed man said, "Now that I've told you, you're not going to tell me anymore, are you?"

"You could say that," said the gray-handed man.

The brown-handed man asked, "You just said 'alleviate'? What do you mean by 'alleviate'?"

"Oh, it's nothing really, just to ease the tension from earlier..." Grayhand said, "I don't really know how to put it."

"Is what you're trying to alleviate related to your silence just now?" the brown-handed man asked.