Chapter 5162 (five thousand one hundred and sixty-two) so-called
"It's... impossible to touch it at all." The man said, "I even tried the method of letting myself sink... At that time, I felt... letting myself sink was really risky... a huge risk. "
"What kind of risks do you think there will be?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I felt at the time... if I tried to sink... I might... continue to sink... to a deeper place... and then... never get up. In my mind, I was ... descended from above, and the warm places with light are all above. If I sink... I will probably end up in a place that is still dark and even colder. I feel like... I may never... never think about going up... never think about leaving... never think about meeting the light and warmth again. "
"Actually, you still hope that you can meet the light and warmth again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Speaking of hope...it's actually impossible to talk about it." The man said.
"Why do you say we can't talk again?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I think...I shouldn't think about the so-called...brightness...the so-called warmth." The man said, "Even if there is spring up there...it...isn't my spring...I can't do that. ”
"But you still have such thoughts deep in your heart, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"This...actually...isn't necessarily right?" the person said, "I don't know how to put it...I think...the tone says that I want to move towards the so-called light...the so-called warmth...it's better to say...I Just longing to escape the pain.”
"Do you think the so-called light and the so-called warmth of reunion are actually about escaping from pain?" The man with gray hands asked.
"Can...you can say that?" The man said, "I...don't know."
The man with gray hands said again: "Let me ask you, if you could be born in the light and warmth all the time, would you like it?"
The man thought for a moment and said, "It's impossible."
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"That...isn't normal." The man said, "Darkness is normal, coldness is normal...but...you can't let me find a way out in the dark...and the cold can't be too cold...if you want me... can survive.”
"Finding a way out in the dark?" The man with gray hands asked, "Where does that road lead to?" "Somewhere else." The man said.
"Where?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It just... allows me to change places." The man said.
"A bright place?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Well..." the man said, "No... no... no! It's not necessarily a bright place."
"Where is that place?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Any place will do...not necessarily a bright place." The man said, "Anyway...let me change places."
"Change to another dark place?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Actually...it doesn't have to be that dark." The man said.
"Or is it light?" The man with gray hands asked again.
"There's no need for light." The man said, "A little...a little light...is enough."
"How much light is appropriate?" asked the man with gray hands.
"From time to time...a little bit," the man said, "but don't make me feel that the world is bright...that...that will affect my impression of the world."
(End of chapter)