Chapter 4705 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Five) Rhetoric
The man with gray hands asked: "How did he react when he heard you say this?"
"He just said...let me tell you what I understand." The man said.
"Did you just say that?" the gray-handed man asked again.
"Yes, I said it." The man said.
"Did you feel embarrassed when you said it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I felt it, but...but in order not to be attacked more severely by him, I just...suffered for the first time." The man said.
"What did you say?" The gray-handed man asked again.
"I just told him that I...I understood that what he asked me...to say was...what I really thought in my heart." The man said.
"Did he say anything?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I expressed it." The man said, "He said... He asked me to quickly tell me what I was thinking."
"You just told him what you were thinking?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man said, "Yes, told him."
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I told him that I...actually felt...that his eyes might...may hit me close to my heart," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Is he satisfied with what you said this time?"
"No." The man said.
"Still not satisfied?" The gray-hand man asked, "What did he say?"
"He asked me why I lied to him before." The man said, "Obviously...obviously I was thinking...of hitting near the heart...why...why did I say he was a thug."
"Did you answer him?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Answer him," the man said.
"Have you told the truth?" The man with gray hands asked again.
The man said: "No." The man with gray hands asked: "Did you lie to him again?"
The man said: "I just... gave myself some reasons... to tell lies... I don't know if it can count."
"Can lying still count?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Anyway, in that situation...I...I found something to say that might not be so detrimental to myself." The person said.
The man with gray hands asked: "How did you say that?"
"I told him... I did think of thugs at that time... But after he asked, I told him what I was thinking about. This... I can't say that I lied to him. "The man said.
"What about him?" The man with gray hands asked, "Does he believe you?"
"No." The man said, "He said that I still want to lie to him... to his father."
The gray-handed man asked: "What was your reaction?"
"Of course I didn't want to hear him refer to himself as my father... so I... I said... I didn't lie to my father." The man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He told me directly that he was my father... and that I lied to him and I lied to my father," the man said.
"What happened to you after hearing this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I said, liars are still saying... that others are lying." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Does he understand what you mean?"
"I don't know if he actually understood it... I feel... I feel like he could understand it, but he deliberately misinterpreted what I meant." The man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said that I...even if I don't admit it, I am still his child...because I even said what he wanted to say." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Do you know what he means?"
(End of chapter)