Chapter 5102 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Two) Encouragement
“Maybe some people don’t know?” Huishou Ren said.
"Who are you thinking of?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Like him, those who guard the high tent house." said the man with gray hands.
"Those people don't seem to encourage each other often." The brown-hand man said.
The gray-handed man asked: "Are you like you and me in the past, because you had to be a tool sometimes, so you were affected?"
The man with brown hands said: "I even feel now that even if their ordinary people are used as tools sometimes, in many cases my tool may not be as good as theirs."
The gray-hand man said: "They are all ordinary people. I can't laugh at them now."
The man with brown hands said: "Me too. When I realized something today, thinking about those ordinary people and the ridicule I had made on them before, I found it difficult to continue to ridicule them."
The gray-hand man said: "People don't need to survive in mocking each other."
The man with brown hands said: "Yes, like you and me, if we encourage each other, maybe we will see a different world. Of course, it does not mean that only encouragement will be enough. After all, the environment here seems to have changed, and the situation is different from ours." It’s different from what I imagined before.”
The gray-hand man said: "In the face of such changes in the environment, we encourage each other. No matter what happens in the end, at least now, we have hope in our hearts."
The man with brown hands said: "It turns out that hope is also so important to people like us."
The man with gray hands said: "Now that I have hope, I won't be so decadent while waiting."
"I have an impression, it's about hope." The brown-hand man said.
"What impression?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I can't remember clearly," said the brown-hand man.
"Is it the impression produced after the incorporation?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems not." The brown-hand man said.
"Does that mean you are remembering what happened a long time ago?" the gray-hand man asked. "I don't really think about it, I just have a vague impression." The brown-hand man said, "I want to know, I really want to know what it is."
"But you can't remember?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Do you have any impressions of hope?" asked the brown-hand man.
"I seem to think that I heard someone say something about hope, but I can't remember what it was at all." The gray-handed man said, "This is my impression."
"Is that true?" the brown-handed man asked.
"Why, that's what you thought of?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just had a vague feeling that it was true, but I wasn't sure if it was true. After you said it, I felt that it was true. I heard someone say something about hope." The man with brown hands said.
"What you and I are thinking at the moment are probably the same thing again, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's very possible," said the brown-hand man.
"But I can't remember it, and I feel it's a pity." The gray-handed man said.
"It's not new if I can't remember clearly." The brown-hand man said, "In fact, we all have a vague impression. This already shows that things have changed a lot."
The man with gray hands said: "Look at the tree beads."
"It has changed again," said the brown-handed man. "The red light has not faded, but colorful things have appeared inside."
"Yes, the range of colors is getting bigger and bigger." The gray-handed man said.
"What do those colors mean when mixed together? Does it mean something?" asked the brown-hand man.
(End of chapter)