Chapter 5807 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Seven) Brown-Green
Gray Hand said: "It's just to liven up the atmosphere. You are absolutely right to think so."
The man with brown hands said: "What if the shadow flashes again soon?"
"That's good," said the man with gray hands.
"Is there any chance that two shadows flashed at the same time and met?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It's possible that they flashed at the same time." The gray-hand man said, "It's hard to say whether they will meet or not."
The man with brown hands thought for a while and said, "Do you have any new feelings?"
"New feeling?" The gray-handed man said, "No."
The man with brown hands said: "So this is not how you feel."
"No." The man with gray hands said, "I just said it casually, very casually."
"You will also speak casually at this time?" The brown-handed man asked deliberately.
"Yes, aren't you too?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's true," said the brown-hand man, "but no matter how casual I am, I still don't want to say absolute words."
"Maybe it's because he's controlled by the environment here, right?" the gray-hand man said, "Me too."
"You still don't want to speak absolutely?" the brown-hand man asked.
"You don't have to ask?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.
"Did you do it on purpose?" the brown-hand man asked.
"You can hear it right away every time." The gray-handed man said.
"Even if you don't listen, I know it," said the brown-hand man.
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because I am like that too," said the brown-hand man.
"Because they are consistent?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man with brown hands said.
"The color of the yarn has changed." The gray-handed man said.
"What color has it become?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Brown-green," said the man with gray hands.
"Brown-green?" asked the man with brown hands. "It's the color mixed with brown and green." The man with gray hands answered.
"Looking at it this way, it's further away from the yellow color than just now?" the man with brown hands asked.
"Yes." The gray-handed man said, "It was yellow-green just now. Compared to brown-green, the yellow-green is closer to yellow after all."
The man with brown hands said again: "But now we are far away. Have you seen the positive side of the number?"
"I didn't see it." The gray-handed man said, "I'll try again."
"Try?" the brown-handed man asked, "Are you trying to find an angle?"
"Yeah, let's try one." The gray-handed man said, "Just move it around and see if it works."
The man with brown hands said, "Does it work?"
"Trying now." The gray-handed man said.
"Do you see hope?" asked the man with brown hands.
"No," said the man with gray hands, "but he still keeps trying."
"If you persist for a while when you don't see hope, maybe you will see hope?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Well, it's possible." The man with gray hands said.
"Do you really think so?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes." said the man with gray hands.
"You're not affected by my nonsense, are you?" the brown-hand man asked.
"First of all, I don't think you are talking nonsense. Secondly, I really think so myself." The gray-handed man said.
"Don't you feel anything?" asked the brown-hand man.
"No," said the man with gray hands. "That's what I said. Now I don't think it's possible to see the positive side of the numbers."
The man with brown hands said: "Do you think you can see it after the yarn turns yellow?"
The gray-handed man said: "I'm not sure at this moment."
"What was the result of the test?" asked the man with brown hands.
"I can't see it," said the man with gray hands. "No matter how I move, the number faces me with its side."
(End of chapter)