Chapter 4738 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty-Eight) No choice
"Let's make it clear." The man said, "I will tell him... if he says that my heart is black... and at the same time he says that he is my father... then... then he is equivalent to talking about his own The heart is black."
"What happened to him after hearing this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He laughed again," said the man, "and said I was really stupid."
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I asked him, I don't think I'm stupid for saying this..." the man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said it was normal," the man said, "and said... stupid people often don't know how stupid their words are."
The man with gray hands asked, "How did you feel after hearing what he said?"
"A little angry but... I don't think it's appropriate to say anything to him." The person said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "You didn't speak?"
"No." The man said.
"Can you bear it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Bear it," the man said.
"Have you ever felt shame?" asked the Gray Hand.
"At that time... I felt a little bit... After all, at that time I... I was already in a lot of pain." The person said, "Pain... sometimes can dilute the shame, of course... when my shame is too heavy "
The gray-handed man asked again: "Where is the other party? How is it?"
"The other party actually asked me...if I knew why I was so stupid." The man said.
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered." The man said, "I said...I am not stupid at all...so...so there is no question of where I am stupid."
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man. "He told me... I don't know... there is something he can tell me." The man said, "He asked me whether I would choose to let my eyes tell me, or whether I would choose... to let the bag tell me."
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I answered." The man said, "I said no."
"Were you scared then?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, I'm very nervous...because...when I listened to him say that...I saw his eyes again...eyeballs bulging outward, and...after he finished saying this, he didn't... Return to your original position immediately," the man said.
"Then how did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I said I...don't even want to choose." The man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said... people often... don't even have a chance not to choose." The man said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I asked him... how did he get such an opportunity?" the gray-handed man asked.
"He said...he said I couldn't understand the words." The man said.
"What happened next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't say anything." The man said, "He told me...it's not a choice to be the father...and said that if...you could choose who your child is...he...didn't... will choose me.”
"How do you feel after hearing this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I... had very mixed emotions at the time... I was scared, but also a little worried, and at the same time... I was still thinking that it would be better for him not to forcefully recognize me as his child," the man said.
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
(End of chapter)