Chapter 5181 (five thousand one hundred and eighty-one) difficult to deal with
"What happens next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"For the next period of time, I... didn't speak much." The man said, "It's getting colder and colder."
"More painful?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes...it's getting more and more painful." The man said.
"It's easy to think too much when you're not talking, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Later, I found that when I saw those people in the spring... my pain... seemed to deepen."
The man with gray hands asked, "Why?"
"Because... looking at the appearance there, thinking that it's dark and cold here... I... am getting sadder and sadder." The man said.
"But you still haven't spoken to them?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes, at this time... I still haven't said anything." The man said.
"What are you worried about?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Gradually... I'm getting more and more worried that I might not live long." The man said.
"In this case, don't you want to say what you want to say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't want to say it..." the man said, "Actually...it's not just that I don't want to."
"What else?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Also... I'm worried that when I speak again... I may be restricted." The man suddenly said.
"What kind of restrictions?" the gray-handed man asked.
"For example... when I wanted to speak... I found it difficult to even open my mouth..." the man said.
"Isn't it easy to open your mouth before?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "It went very well."
"You weren't worried about not being able to open your mouth at that time, were you?" The man with gray hands asked. "Yes." The man said, "At that time... I really wasn't worried."
"Why is it different now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Because... so much time has passed... I'm afraid..." the man said.
"Can you speak? You'll know if you try?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "So...then I tried it."
"Did the process go smoothly?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's not smooth." The man said.
"Isn't it really hard for you to open your mouth?" The man with gray hands asked.
"No." The man said, "But...it's actually not difficult to actually open my mouth...but...but at that moment, it was more difficult to let my heart open my mouth..."
"How do you say this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I thought again that it would be better to die quickly." The man said, "When... when a person wants to die quickly... this person's heart... seems to have a hard time opening his mouth."
The man with gray hands still didn't understand what the other party meant, so he asked: "Is it because you want to die that you don't want to say anything more?"
"I...I don't know how to explain the...feeling I had at that time..." the man said, "That's how you explain it...that's fine..."
"Alright?" said the gray-hand man, "Prove that you don't actually think so?"
"Indeed... that's not exactly what I think." The man said, "But there are some words... I... I can't explain clearly. I even think... should I... not say anything more... just die there …It’s more respectable.”
"Have you thought about saving face again?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes, as a Tiecang person... isn't face... very important?" the man said.
The gray-handed man still didn't quite understand, and he didn't want to continue talking about the question he just asked when he was confused.
(End of chapter)