Chapter 5115 (five thousand one hundred and fifteen) is closer
"Yes, the 'kind' I think of is very natural, very real, and happiness from the heart." The gray-handed man said.
"You mean, the happiness is different from the one after being transformed?" said the brown-handed man.
"I don't know how to say it." The gray-hand man said, "But it seems appropriate for you to say it like this."
The man with brown hands said: "Does that mean that after the transformation, we never had that kind of happiness again?"
"Let me think about it." The gray-handed man said.
"I'll think about it too," said the brown-hand man.
"Have you figured it out?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The brown-hand man said, "Have you figured it out?"
"Think of it a little bit." The gray-handed man said.
"Then tell me," said the brown-hand man.
"I think it's just what you said." The man with gray hands said.
"Oh?" said the brown-hand man, "really?"
The man with gray hands added: "That kind of happiness may... probably disappear after we accept it."
"That kind of happiness is far away from us, isn't it?" asked the brown-hand man.
The gray-hand man said: "Is this what you feel?"
"Yes, that's what I feel." The brown-hand man said, "It's very far away from Huana."
"Do your words prove that, in fact, that kind of happiness had disappeared some time before the transformation?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Well, I don't think you can say that." The man with brown hands said.
"Why can't we say this again?" asked the gray-handed man. "That kind of happiness, before it is absorbed, seems to be a kind of memory, a long-lasting memory." This is my own feeling.
"It's also my own feeling." The gray-handed man said.
"Then it won't disappear before it is absorbed." The brown-hand man said.
"But you said it was very far away from Huana." The gray-handed man said.
"Yes, that's what I said." The brown-handed man said, "I mean, in the days when we were closer to Huana, it may have been a long time since I personally experienced anything that could bring me that kind of happiness. However, the happiness I experienced in my early years still remains in my mind, and it is a beautiful memory. As long as that memory is there, that happiness will not really disappear. "
"So that's what you meant." The gray-handed man said.
"What do you think?" asked the brown-hand man, "could it be possible that I meant that?"
"It's possible." The gray-handed man said.
"Do you really think so?" The brown-hand man said, "You just thought of it after listening to what I said."
"I thought of it after listening to what you said, but at this moment, I really feel that way." The man with gray hands said.
"Actually, I can't explain this kind of thing very clearly." The brown-hand man said, "Many times, you inspire me and I can think of something."
"That kind of memory disappeared with our transformation." The gray-hand man said, "This is really a pity."
"The happiness in the memory is gone." The brown-hand man said.
"Are you sure we really have that kind of happy memory?" the gray-hand man asked, "rather than just imagining it in this place later?"
"I don't know." The brown-hand man said, "I can't be sure, but now, I don't know why, but I just feel that it is true. Don't you think so? Do you think it might just be our imagination?"
"No, no, no!" said the gray-handed man, "I also think it is true. It's just that some things are too long ago and too strange. I don't know how to say it."
(End of chapter)