Chapter 5049 (Five Thousand and Forty-Nine) Quite Piao
"Yes." The man said, "I feel... that should be it."
"Then, what happened next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Then...I just...I was immersed in that...that feeling, like...like being drunk. I still walked forward, surrounded by green, I felt like...like I drank too much... ...It's like dreaming again, I don't know... I don't know what's going on... I'm just... immersed in it... I don't know how to explain it clearly, it's just... just... a bit... a bit Nostalgia." The man said.
"What are you missing?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Nostalgia for that... that feeling... that feeling of being... illuminated by the sun in spring... nostalgic for the green grass you see in front of you... nostalgic for that... that... air..." That humane.
"When you feel nostalgic, do you still not think about things like killing your will?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I didn't expect... I still didn't expect, it seems... it seems that my whole body... is immersed in the spring sun." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "You just kept walking forward like that, without thinking about the future when you left?"
"I didn't think about it." The man said, "At that time, for me, there was no future... I still... felt like I was drunk, like I was in a dream, like... anyway, I felt quite floating..."
"Gone with the wind?" said the gray-handed man.
As soon as the Gray Hand man heard the other person say the word "floating", he first thought about whether it had something to do with magic. Although the Gray Hand man also felt that the person who spoke like this might just be describing his state at that time, and it did not necessarily have anything to do with magic. Something like that is related, but I still want to ask clearly. After all, people with gray hands are not ordinary people. It is normal to think of something else when hearing the word "Giao".
"Yeah..." the man said, "the feeling of being drunk...the feeling of dreaming..."
The gray-hand man found that he could not understand what the man said, and asked: "Please explain in more detail."
"It's just...drinking...drinking too much...it feels...a bit like it." The person said.
The man with gray hands whispered to the man with brown hands: "How do you feel after drinking too much?"
The man with brown hands said: "I don't know."
The man with gray hands said: "We... have never drank." The man with brown hands said: "We practice that kind of kung fu, so we can't drink."
The gray-hand man said: "Before we practiced that kind of Kung Fu, we never drank in a bar."
The man with brown hands said: "Yes, but when did it start?"
"You want to ask me if I haven't touched alcohol since I was a child?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Did we have children?" said the brown-hand man.
"I don't know, what's going on with us? Are we born like this?" Gray Hand Man asked, "People, ordinary people like them, don't they all grow up?"
"That's them, not us," said the brown-hand man.
"Then where did we come from?" The Gray Hand asked, "Did we directly become what we are now?"
The man with brown hands said: "It's impossible."
"I can't think clearly." The gray-handed man said.
"Does drinking help people think clearly?" the brown-handed man asked.
"It seems that I shouldn't ask you these words at this time. It seems to be wasting our time." The gray-handed man said.
"I don't think it's a waste of time." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said "Oh?", but he didn't expect the man with brown hands to say that.
(End of chapter)