Chapter 5048 (Five Thousand and Forty-Eight) Green Meaning
When the man with gray hands heard that person said that he was not that easy to control, he felt a little nervous, thinking that the other person might be affected by some changes here. But at this moment, the gray-hand man was not aware of any changes here. He just vaguely felt that maybe Shuzhu had changed again and he didn't know it yet.
The man with gray hands glanced at the man with brown hands. Seeing that the man with brown hands was looking at Shuzhu, he asked in a low voice: "Did you see anything unusual?"
"No." The man with brown hands looked at the man with gray hands and replied softly.
The gray-handed man said "hmm", then looked again at the person who said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." and asked, "I know You didn’t lie to me. At this moment, you think life is just like that. Do you think your thoughts at that moment were too abnormal?”
"Yes." The man said, "Now that I think about it, it was because I thought of committing suicide at that time that... I suddenly felt that way about life at that time. Under normal circumstances... a person like me They probably don’t think about what life is like... I don’t know... I don’t know if people in this world are like this. When they are on the verge of giving up on life, they can... think of things related to life. "
The gray-hand man said: "What happened after you thought about something related to life?"
"At that time...I...I looked around, and there was a...green...the air was very good, and the sun was so warm. At first, I thought...if I...would die in such warmth..." That person said.
"At that time...your discomfort with the feeling of being illuminated by the sun in spring disappeared?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's...disappeared." The person said.
"After the discomfort disappeared, have you thought about the aspect of consuming your will?" The man with gray hands asked.
"No...it seems...it doesn't seem like there was even a moment." The man said, "If I...remember correctly."
"If it were other times, you would definitely think of it, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Yes, I will definitely think of it."
"I didn't think about the reason for wasting one's will this time. Do you know?" the gray-handed man asked.
"What happened at that time... now that I recall it... it's just a memory... As for the reasons and so on, I still... still dare not say 'know', so I'll just say... tell what I think." The man said.
"Just say what you think is fine." The gray-handed man said.
The man said: "I think... at that time... I didn't think about killing my will, probably because... I had... decided to end my life. People must live first before they can talk about will... …I don’t even plan to continue living, so…what’s the point of talking about will? In the past, I was worried about losing my will because I was worried that if I indulged in some illusory beauty for a long time, I would be unable to adapt to the cruelty of the world…That worry. ... It's the future... As for today, there is no future, so there is no need to talk about passing away... People who are dying... have no future, and there is no future, so there is no need to worry. "
The man with gray hands said: "At that time, you no longer thought about the future. If you let go of everything related to the future, it doesn't matter anymore?" (End of Chapter)