Chapter 5111 (five thousand one hundred and eleven) early stage
"I saw it a long time ago..." the gray-handed man said to himself.
When the man with brown hands saw the man with gray hands talking to himself, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"I feel... I feel... it seems..." the gray-hand man said, "You have spoken to my heart."
"What's in your mind?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Yes, when we talked about ordinary people just now, I seemed to have thought of the ordinary people Huana had met before." Gray Hand Man said, "Before you said this, I didn't realize this. I thought a lot while you were talking, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that my situation was the same as yours."
The man with brown hands said: "Who are you thinking of?"
The gray-hand man said: "Maybe I think of the same group of people as you?"
The man with the brown hand said, "Are you thinking of only those from long ago?"
"I don't know, I can't say that clearly." The gray-hand man said, "Many impressions are still vague to this day."
"Me too, it's blurry again." The brown-hand man said, "If it's clear, what exactly will I see?"
The gray-hand man said: "When we were thinking about emotions and the like just now, I think ordinary people are not like you and me after the transformation. We usually don't have emotions or emotions, or in other words, we don't express them very much. The ordinary people I think of at this time are like I really saw it a long time ago.”
The man with brown hands asked: "Do you have the image of those people in your mind?"
"No," said the man with gray hands. "Not one."
"Then how do you know you are thinking of those people?" said the brown-hand man.
"It's just impressions. The source of my impressions of ordinary people seems to be related to the first impression." The gray-hand man said, "Even if it is not the first impression, it is not far from the first. What about you?"
"When you didn't say it, I didn't know how to describe it properly." said the man with brown hands. "After you said it, I think you described my feelings." "Is it exactly the same?" the man with gray hands asked.
"It's hard to say whether they are exactly the same. Anyway, they should be inseparable." The brown-handed man said.
"Then who are the ordinary people in our impressions just now?" Gray Hand Man asked, "Why are the impressions these people give us different from those we usually see?"
"Does this have something to do with Huana?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It has something to do with Huana..." the gray-hand man said, "I don't think it has anything to do with it. I don't know how to explain this."
"Do you think it's not because of Huana that our impression of ordinary people is different?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Probably not." Gray Hand Man said, "Actually, we have various impressions of ordinary people, right?"
"That's right, it's just that during that time, when we thought about ordinary people, what we remembered were some of the people we met earlier." The brown-handed man said.
"How did this impression come about?" Gray Hand asked.
"Could it be that after the environment here changed, we remembered something?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It should have a lot to do with the changes in this place." The gray-hand man said, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have thought of converting those things before, right?"
"But now we don't think very clearly." The brown-hand man said.
"At least I have some impressions." The gray-hand man said, "It's not bad. Although I'm not satisfied yet."
The man with brown hands said: "Maybe we can remember it in a while."
(End of chapter)