Chapter 4944 (Four Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Four) Others
"Do you think it's childish to have ever expected help from others?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "When I was a kid, how could I know so much?"
"Even when you were a child, no one ever helped you no matter how much you expected?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, not at all..." the man replied.
"Do you think that no one will help you because of your experience?" the gray-hand man asked.
"It must have something to do with my experience...but...but everyone is like this. The world I see is...like this. Not only my own experience, but also...and other people's experiences." The person said , "The experiences of others that I have seen before, and the experiences of others that I have heard...all...are all like this."
"It's not just your past experience that makes you think this is the case?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I'm not the only one." The man said, "Everyone...is like this."
"There will be situations that you didn't see." The gray-handed man said.
"What I didn't see...I can't believe it anymore." The man said, "After all, what I saw was enough...enough."
"Tell me what you just said. You just said that he told you to let me imagine that when the man in blue armor was being bullied, someone stood up to stop others from bullying him. You can't imagine how that person would feel. . What did he learn when you couldn't imagine it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I knew at that time that he...he knew something I couldn't imagine." The man said.
"How do you know that he knows that you can't imagine it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He just told me... let me try to imagine." The man said, "It must be because I can't imagine... he... he told me this. If I could imagine it, he would... ...You should be able to understand what I imagined." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What's his reaction next?"
"I heard him...sigh," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What do you mean?"
"Sigh...were you sighing at that moment?" the man asked.
"Yes, did he say anything when he sighed?" the man with gray hands said. The man said, "No."
"Then how did you do it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I just continued to work hard to solve my own problems." The man said.
"Trying to imagine?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I tried very hard."
"Did you imagine it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I still think...I can't imagine it." The man said.
"Did he speak at this time?" the man with gray hands asked.
"At this time...he...he understood my...my pain." The man said.
"Ask you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, asked me," the man said.
"Why did he ask?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He...he told me first...that I could answer him just by thinking about it, just talk to him directly. Then...then he asked me...why...it was so...so painful," the man said.
"Did you answer him by thinking about it?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"How did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
(End of chapter)