Chapter 5890 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Ninety) Same Model
“Yes.” The brown-handed man said, “I will decide no matter how many times you ask.”
The gray-handed man said: "If I didn't say so many words just now, would you have answered after all?"
"Yes." The brown-hand man said, "I will answer anyway."
"I listen." The gray-handed man said.
"Listen to what?" the brown-handed man said with a smile, "Listen to whether there is another singing voice coming from his belly, or listen to whether there are other sounds in this environment? Or, listen to the songs of our lives, how many of them have not been sung. "
"What?" The gray-handed man was stunned.
"I've already said it, and you still ask." The man with brown hands smiled.
"You're covering up again," said the man with gray hands.
"As long as I smile, you will say it's a cover-up?" the brown-handed man said.
"To be honest, did you hide it this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man with brown hands said, "It's just a cover-up. Moreover, you can even see that I'm covering up."
The man with gray hands said: "It's hard for you to hide this kind of thing, I mean in front of me."
"That's right," said the brown-hand man, "it's just as hard for you to hide it in front of me."
"Actually, when you and I were covering up, we didn't think much about whether we could really hide it, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The brown-hand man said.
"Sure enough, the same is true for you." The gray-handed man said.
"But I don't know why." said the brown-hand man.
"You don't need to know, just do it." The gray-hand man said, "After all, you and I still have the opportunity to decide whether to do it or not."
The man with brown hands added: "Yes, it's not easy. Cherish this hard-won opportunity."
"I thought about it again." The gray-handed man said.
"What do you think of?" asked the man with brown hands.
"When you and I feel heavy, we are still joking." said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands said: "Yes, and when you smile, you do mean it sincerely."
"Me too." The man with gray hands said, "It's pretty amazing that you and I can laugh sincerely even when we are feeling heavy." The man with brown hands said, "Isn't this also amazing?"
"You don't agree?" the gray-handed man asked.
"You are awesome," said the brown-hand man.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I'm not great." The brown-hand man said.
"Can there be two standards for this kind of thing?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's because you are so powerful." The man with brown hands said.
"If you want me to tell you, you are awesome." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said again: "Look, you are in a certain pattern again without knowing it."
"What do you mean about me?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yeah, who else would you say?" the brown-handed man asked with a deliberate smile.
"Speak for yourself." The gray-handed man smiled.
"You want to talk to me, right?" the brown-hand man asked.
"That's right." Gray Hand Man said, "I just want to say that you are in a certain pattern without knowing it."
The man with brown hands said again: "Just tell me, I can't help it."
"That's fine." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked, "What do you mean?"
"You and I are both in a certain pattern without knowing it. At least we are together." The gray-handed man said.
"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "Can this be called 'same model'?"
The man with gray hands laughed loudly and said: "You are really good at joking. 'Same model' is originally a term related to the spell used by that person, but you dare to use it here."
"Who is that?" the brown-hand man said, "Yes, it is a saying in his spell. I think it is very suitable to use it on you and me."
(End of chapter)