Chapter 5750 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty) Leading the Wind
The gray-handed man said: "If it were before, when talking about 'state of mind', how likely is it that we didn't think about who allowed us to achieve the goal? ?”
"It's impossible to even think about my own state of mind." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said: "This kind of purity is really good, and I am a little nostalgic for it."
"Nostalgic?" The man with the brown hand clearly understood what the man with the gray hand meant, but he still said this.
"You understand." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said: "I understand, you know, I understand. Will things really be what you and I think at the moment?"
"I don't know." The gray-handed man said, "Even if it isn't, how long can the current situation last?"
The man with brown hands said: "I feel that it is really impossible for you and me to change back to the past."
"I think so too," said the Gray-Hand Man, "But what will happen if we don't change back to before?"
"I know you don't want to talk about this." The brown-hand man said.
"Yes. I don't want to say it," the gray-handed man said, "But if I don't say it now, when can I say it again?"
"I don't know if I can continue talking for a while." The man with brown hands said.
"I hope I can keep talking." The gray-handed man said.
"When did you talk about it?" said the brown-hand man. "Do you just keep talking like that?"
The man with gray hands deliberately said in a joking tone: "Aren't you worried that we are always talking and delaying things?"
"You can still make jokes at this time." The man with brown hands said.
"Don't you want to hear it?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I want to hear it," said the brown-hand man. "I want to hear such a joke so much that I want to keep hearing it."
The gray-handed man said: "What if it can really be done?"
"Do you really think so, or are you just saying it nice?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It's considered to be nice on purpose." said the man with gray hands. "Otherwise, how else can I say it?" "It seems that you are also firmly convinced that the time we can continue to talk like this is limited?" the man with brown hands asked. road.
"Are you firm?" the gray-hand man asked, "Don't think so."
"Don't think so, can you do it yourself?" the brown-hand man asked with a smile.
"It hasn't been done yet," the gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said: "It's been a long time, and the sound of wind hasn't happened again."
"I guess it will appear again in a while. If I hear the wind again, I may feel different from how I just felt." The man with gray hands said.
"Why?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Because I heard what you just said." The gray-handed man said.
"What did you hear from me?" asked the brown-hand man.
"What you said about nature," said the man with gray hands.
"But the feeling that this wind gives us is different from the feeling that the wind in nature gives us." The brown-handed man said.
"It's different." The gray-handed man said, "I wonder, will I be able to hear the wind of nature again in the future?"
"I would like to 'draw the wind' to you." said the man with brown hands.
"I think you know very well what special skills it takes to 'lead the wind' to me in such an environment." said the gray-handed man.
"It's clear," said the brown-hand man, "I said this clearly."
The man with gray hands said: "You 'draw the wind', you suffer great pain, and then disappear into ashes. Do you think it is possible not to stop you from doing this?"
"I know you like to hear the wind in nature." The brown-hand man said, "Just because you want to hear it, I can do it."
(End of chapter)