Chapter 5291 (five thousand two hundred and ninety-one) can endure
The man with gray hands said: "Is it because you believe this? Then why do you feel shameful?"
"Because... because I, a Tiecang person, actually... actually thought at that moment... that the people in blue armor would like to see the spring expand to me and free me from the darkness and cold." The man said, "Then But the spring that the people in blue armor want to see, there might be a lot of people in blue armor in that spring...I...a Tiecang person, do I need to rely on this?"
The man with gray hands said: "If this is possible, will you accept it with the shameful feeling in your heart?"
The man thought for a moment and said: "I... will. I will endure it. Even if it is shameful, I will endure it. I will first... get rid of the darkness and cold... and then talk about other things. That sense of shame, I Just bear with it.”
The man with gray hands said: "In other words, even when you already feel shameful, you still hope that the light will continue to expand and expand to you, right?"
The man said: "It seems... I really mean it deep down in my heart... but... I told myself time and time again that this kind of thing couldn't happen, so... I didn't think much about it afterwards. Later... it was also proved , indeed it did not continue to expand, and it did not extend to me. "
The man with gray hands said: "Have you not talked to those people during this time?"
The man said: "I didn't talk about it for a while, but then I started talking about it again."
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I just said... they are all gone." The man said, "I also said, even after I said so much, they stopped coming out. That's how cowardly people are... like this."
"Are you continuing to provoke them by calling those people timid again?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "Yes, of course, it also has something to do with me being angrier at the time..."
The man with gray hands asked: "Why are you even more angry?" "Just because... I thought of my own shame." The man said, "I can't leave, they ignore me, and I... I still have to talk to them in such a humble manner, Forget it, just because...because they always ignore me...I actually thought of...thinking of letting myself enter the spring they wanted to see...such a shameful thing...anyway... It’s all their fault!”
"Did you speak in a sharp tone at that time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's a bit sharp," the man said.
"Have you received a response?" the gray-hand man asked.
"No." The man said.
"Has the scenery changed again in spring?" the man with gray hands asked.
"No," the man said, "It's always been the same... It's like... they want me to watch it for a while longer to make me angry."
The man with gray hands asked again: "After you said these words for a while, did you feel like this?"
"They didn't respond...it was quiet for a while, and I felt...I was in so much pain that I was almost speechless." The person said, "I was even more worried, in case...I was speechless. They can't hear my voice, so...then how can I get their attention? I was tortured in the darkness and cold before, but...but I can at least get their attention by speaking, just in case. If I can’t speak, wouldn’t the torture be even more severe?”
"You feel like you are almost speechless. Is it because of your throat?" the man with gray hands asked.
(End of chapter)