Chapter 5854 (five thousand eight hundred and fifty-four) Extraordinary
The man with gray hands said: "What did you guess?"
The man with brown hands said: "I guess, we want to see what happens to us in a while?"
"Let's see what happens after a while? Are you trying to say that if nothing happens to us this time and we leave this environment and leave this world a few years later, then we may no longer remember the inner dialogue during this period? Uncertainty about the future?" asked the gray-handed man.
"How come you even guessed this thing I accidentally thought of?" asked the man with brown hands.
"It's normal." The gray-hand man said, "You said you want to see what happens to us in a while, so it's normal for me to guess that, right?"
The man with brown hands asked again: "You can think of this so quickly, does that mean it is really possible?"
"What do you think?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man with brown hands said, "I thought you had some new feelings."
"No," said the man with gray hands, "if I really feel something new, I should be very excited."
The man with brown hands said: "Will it show?"
"Yes." The gray-hand man said, "I no longer need to be the same as before. Now, if I have emotions, I can show them."
The man with brown hands said: "But you can also choose not to show it, right?"
"It's possible, but I may not choose that way, for something like this." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked again: "You think that possibility is not high, right?"
The gray-handed man said: "Do you think it's big?"
"I just said that." The brown-hand man said.
"Understood." The man with gray hands said, "You said that probably because you think it is unlikely."
The man with brown hands asked again: "Of course, otherwise would we be talking about this for so long now?" The man with gray hands said, "I can talk nonsense in this environment."
"I am." The brown-handed man said, "But although what we are talking about seems to be of little use, it can be regarded as a kind of 'sweetness' in the process, right?"
The gray-handed man said: "Don't you think the more you don't know how long it will last, the sweeter it becomes?"
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "Not necessarily. If we knew when, it would be too early. We cherish this only time. I talk nonsense, you listen to nonsense, and we communicate like this, If you spend the only time you have, won’t this period be particularly sweet?”
"How come you are talking nonsense again and I am listening to nonsense?" The man with gray hands said with a smile, "You said the opposite."
"When I said that just now, I thought you might think I was contrary to what I said." The man with brown hands said.
"But you still want to say that?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Just because that's what I think, it's very smooth to continue talking. How comfortable." The brown-handed man said.
"Forget it, I won't continue talking about this." The gray-handed man said, "Do you want to know or not?"
The man with brown hands said: "There is really no clear hope."
"That means knowing or not knowing makes no difference to you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The brown-hand man said, "In my opinion, that's the case, but in your opinion?"
"It doesn't seem to make any difference." The gray-handed man said.
"Will you continue to talk about whether the sweetness of this period will be remembered in the future?" asked the man with brown hands.
The man with gray hands said: "Do you still want to continue talking?"
"Would it be possible to remember the sweetness of this paragraph by continuing to talk about it?" asked the brown-hand man.
(End of chapter)