Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7332 (Seven Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Two) Postponed

The gray-handed man said, "I never thought I'd want to hear anything else."

“Then what did you mean when you said ‘Anything else?’?” the brown-handed man asked.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Does it have to be something? Can't it just be a simple statement?"

"Is there really no reference to anything?" the brown-handed man asked.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "You're still having doubts?"

“Just asking,” the brown-handed man said.

"What were you thinking when you asked that question?" Grayhand asked.

"I don't have any ideas," the brown-handed man chuckled.

The gray-handed man said, "You asked me if I wanted to hear anything else, but I didn't have any ideas just now."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "You still haven't answered my question."

"Which question?" Grayhand asked.

“Although I don’t believe you’ve truly forgotten, I’ll still tell you directly,” the Brown-Handed Man laughed.

“After you added that sentence, it doesn’t seem as direct anymore,” Grayhand laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "I should have just said what I wanted to say after that, then you wouldn't have been able to say anything."

“I can still say something then,” Grayhand said with a smile.

"Still possible? Then what do you want to say?" the brown-handed man said.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "I would say that the fact that you added a sentence before what you said already makes it seem less direct."

"You can say that?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Of course you can. It’s always the same: you start by saying something else, then follow it with the real point. The other things you said can then be seen as less direct evidence. It doesn’t matter if there’s a gap between the two parts, or if I’ve inserted anything between them,” the Gray-Handed Man laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "Fine, then I really can't do anything about you."

The gray-handed man chuckled, "I noticed something. You interrupted me with a lot of things before you could answer me." The brown-handed man asked, "Who?"

“Both of us count,” said the gray-handed man.

"So you're considering what you said as something you interrupted?" the brown-handed man asked.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Why doesn't it count? Who said it doesn't count? My words might have had a big impact. If I hadn't said that, it wouldn't have caused you to say more, right? And it wouldn't have caused you to postpone what you really wanted to say."

The brown-handed man laughed, "You're making it sound like I'm completely innocent."

The gray-handed man said, "You didn't have any problems to begin with."

"Is it okay if I say something else first and then answer directly?" the brown-handed man asked.

“That’s no problem,” Grayhand laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "Since it's not a problem, what was the point of what you were saying earlier?"

“It’s just narration,” the gray-handed man laughed.

"Purely narrative?" the Brown-Handed Man asked.

"Yes, do you think narration must have a purpose?" Grayhand asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Of course not. At least I don't think there has to be a purpose now. As for the past, I don't need to elaborate, you already know very well, right?"

The gray-handed man said, "There was no other way before. It's understandable."

"Why don't you say that the situation is special now?" the brown-handed man asked.

"Haven't you already said it?" the gray-handed man asked.

“You didn’t say that before,” the brown-handed man said.

"If I tell you, will you tell me again? Wouldn't that be repeating myself?" Grayhand asked.

“Repetition seems pretty good to me,” the brown-handed man laughed.

(End of this chapter)