Chapter 5073 (five thousand and seventy-three) Excessive
The gray-handed man asked: "Why?"
"Because... I think that when I think about the problem from that perspective before, I seem to... just can't forget it." The person said.
"You already think that you can't deceive yourself, so is this kind of deception still meaningful?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems... meaningless." The man said.
"Since it's meaningless, is it still necessary to deceive?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"Then you don't have to lie to yourself, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man replied.
"In that case, then tell me what you just thought of now." The gray-handed man said.
"I..." The man hesitated.
"Didn't you tell me you won't lie to yourself anymore?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yeah... don't lie to yourself anymore." The man said, "Okay, I... I said."
"Say it." The gray-handed man said.
"Where should I start..." the man said, "Let me think about it..."
These words made the Gray Hand man a little unhappy, but because he had experienced the period of despair before, the Gray Hand man did not become irritable again at this time, but began to guide him.
"You just said that a person of your status could actually stand in that angle, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"What kind of person is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"A person with Tiecang identity." The man replied.
"Which angle are you standing on?" the gray-handed man asked.
"From the perspective of... blue... blue-armored man." The man replied.
The man with gray hands said again: "What are you thinking of?" Under the guidance of the man with gray hands, the man said the previous words. Although he still felt a sense of shame, he did not feel that the shame increased because he said it. How much, and since he didn't feel any more discomfort, this time when the gray-handed man asked him what he was thinking about, he planned to answer directly.
The man said: "I...at that moment, I was thinking from the perspective of the blue-armored people...thinking about spring...the spring I thought about was...it seemed that one day, the blue-armored people...the blue-armored people would no longer be like...like now so……"
However, when the answer came to this point, the person thought about what he was going to say next and found it really difficult to continue.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Like now, what happens next? Are you not done yet?"
"I'm not done yet," the man said.
"Say it." The gray-handed man said.
"It's too..." the man said, "It's hard to talk about."
"It doesn't matter what I said." The gray-handed man said.
"But... this is simply..." the man said.
"Do you think what you said to me before was not unspeakable?" the man with gray hands asked.
"That's not true..." the man said.
"You've told me all the things that were unspeakable before, so there's one thing missing, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"But it's still...not the same." The man said.
"Why is it different?" the gray-handed man asked.
"What I told you before...although...it's hard to say...but...it's really not so...so extreme." The man said.
"It's hard to talk about anyway, so what if it's a little too much or not that much?" said the man with gray hands.
"It's not too much...more than a little," the man said.
"What's the difference between a little too much and very much?" the gray-handed man asked again.
"This... difference... seems... seems... not good anyway." The man said.
(End of chapter)