Chapter 5827 (five thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven) billions
The man with gray hands said again: "Do you think I am serious?"
"I know you were very naughty even when you said this." The brown-hand man said.
The gray-handed man asked deliberately: "Then you asked me why I became serious just now?"
"Can you really not hear it?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Guess." said the man with gray hands.
"Guess what?" the man with brown hands asked again.
The gray-handed man said: "You know."
"How do you know I know?" asked the brown-hand man.
"That's it, how long can we talk?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Tens of thousands of years," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands was stunned when he heard what the man with brown hands said.
"What's the matter?" asked the man with brown hands, "too few?"
The man with gray hands said: "Billions of years."
The man with brown hands said: "Are you really in a daze because you are too young?"
"No," said the man with gray hands.
"You actually answered my question directly." The man with brown hands said.
The man with gray hands said again: "Do you think I won't answer directly this time?"
"That's not true," said the brown-hand man.
The gray-hand man said: "You must know why I said that."
"Are you talking about billions of years?" the brown-hand man asked.
The man with gray hands said: "Yes, but it is not limited to that."
"What else?" asked the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said again: "You even know why I was in a daze just now."
"I have already guessed that you will know this clearly." The man with brown hands said. The man with gray hands asked: "I know you have guessed something else."
"Yes." The man with brown hands said, "Including why you were in a daze just now. If it was me who was dazed, you should be able to guess it."
The man with gray hands said: "Why, will you tell me?"
The man with brown hands said: "What do you think?"
"That depends on whether you want to say it or not." The gray-handed man said.
"It also depends on whether you want me to say it." The man with brown hands said.
"You won't even listen to me on this, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's my plan," replied the brown-hand man.
"Don't you think more about your emotions?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Why bother thinking about this?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Think more about it. If you feel that speaking out will cause some changes in your emotions, then don't force yourself to say it." The gray-handed man said.
"I won't force it," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands asked: "Aren't you worried about the consequences of saying more?"
"I'm not worried at the moment." The brown-hand man said, "It's hard to say other times."
The man with gray hands added: "Do you still want to hear my opinion at this moment? My opinion on whether I want you to say something or not?"
"Think so," said the brown-hand man, "you don't have to worry about anything."
"Is there really no need to worry?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "Let's put it this way, whether you want me to say it or not, I actually want to say it. No matter what happens, my emotions have already appeared. Although I asked you just now, how serious are you? I got up, but I didn’t think you were serious at all. I knew you were joking. But you asked me how long I could keep talking. At this time, I felt a heavy weight.”
The gray-handed man asked, "I know."
"You also felt the weight after I said 'tens of thousands of years,' right?" the brown-hand man asked.
The man with gray hands said, "Aren't you going to continue asking for my opinion?"
"I'm asking now, tell me your opinion. Do you want to hear it?" the man with brown hands asked.
(End of chapter)