Chapter 5034 (Five Thousand and Thirty-Four) Burr
“Are you not done yet?” Gray Hand asked, “Do you have anything else to say?”
The gray-hand man felt it by looking at the other person's expression.
"It's not finished, but...but I don't know how to say it." The man said, "I can't explain clearly...that feeling is...infinitely...desolate."
At this point, the man felt that it was easy to cause misunderstanding, and quickly added: "This... this is not the feeling I had when I saw it last time... this is... this is the last time."
"Didn't you feel desolate when you saw it this time?" The man with gray hands asked.
"This time...this time the situation is completely different. What I felt at first was not desolation. It seemed...as if everything was very hopeful. I also...don't know why I thought of hope." The man said.
"Don't you feel like your heart is covered with gray this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"You mean at first, or later?" the man asked.
"Listening to what you said, it seems that it was different at first and later. Please elaborate on it." The gray-handed man said.
"Oh...no...it's inappropriate for me to say that. I'm worried that I said it wrong...whether it was at first or later...my heart...my heart is not covered with gray...really... ...Nothing." The man said.
"Then why did you talk about the beginning and the end?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Because...because...when I first arrived in that world, I suddenly thought of...saw the so-called hope." The man said, "That kind of exciting and painful thing."
"Really? Is it new to think of hope?" the gray-handed man asked. "Of course... of course it's new... I hope this thing... doesn't seem to have much to do with me... I'm already in that mood." The person said, "Even before I arrived in that world."
"In this world, you have no hope?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's not true." The man said, "I don't know how to say it..."
"Say what you think. Do you also have hope in this place?" The Gray Hand man asked, "For example, do you have hope that we will let you go?"
"When I'm... in this place... in front of you, actually... I can only say that I occasionally have that kind of... hope... but that hope is like a very thin burr, popping up from time to time. , they... scratch my heart from time to time, making me... make me believe that I can still go out... but sometimes... they seem to become very sharp and prick me a few times, making me feel a little tingly. It hurts, but...it's just a little stinging, kind of...like being pricked by a thorn of hope from time to time, it's not...exciting and...painful," the man said.
"But it was different this time when you went to that world?" The Gray-Hand Man asked, "Obviously it feels different?"
"Yes. When I went to that world this time, my feeling was... completely different. The hope I saw seemed to be the kind... the kind that was about to burst out... it seemed that there was a lot of it wrapped up in it. What suppressed hope inside..." the man said.
"What kind of hope is that?" asked the gray-hand man, "Is it related to you being let go?"
"This... I don't know what kind of hope it is, it seems like there is something... some big tide surging in this world. That big tide is undercurrent." The man said.
(End of chapter)