Chapter 5911 (five thousand nine hundred and eleven) change
The man with gray hands said: "Okay, then let nature take its course."
The man with brown hands smiled.
"I really hope that numbers will appear in front of me again." The gray-handed man said.
"Why?" asked the brown-hand man.
"I don't know." The gray-handed man said, "Maybe it's just a habit? Has it become natural?"
"Will you lose hope after a while?" the brown-hand man asked with a smile.
"It's possible, it's so easy to change." Gray Hand Man said, "How easy is it to change in such an environment?"
The man with brown hands said: "I understand it deeply."
"Do you wish you could see numbers again?" asked the man with gray hands.
"To be honest, I really hope so." The brown-hand man said.
The gray-handed man said: "I guess you can still see it."
"Why do you think so?" asked the man with brown hands.
"No reason, I just think it should still be possible." The gray-handed man said.
"Isn't it a deep feeling?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Do you think it looks like it?" said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands said again: "I don't know how it looks like."
"Then just pretend it's not like that." The gray-handed man said.
"Why don't you think it's different?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Because most of the time they don't look alike." The gray-handed man said with a smile.
"But in such an environment, you can't predict anything with experience, right?" the brown-handed man asked.
"That's true," said the gray-hand man, "It's really impossible to predict anything with experience. But I still have to pretend it's not true."
"What if it's me I'm asking about?" the brown-hand man asked deliberately.
"Then let's treat it as a resemblance." The gray-handed man said.
"Look, look, here we go again!" said the man with brown hands.
The gray-hand man laughed again.
The man with brown hands said: "What do you mean by your smile?"
"I can almost know what you are going to say next." The gray-handed man said. "Say it," said the brown-hand man.
"I said it, will you say it again?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said, "I don't know."
The gray-handed man said: "Look, you said you don't know, so I can't tell you anymore."
"Why?" asked the brown-hand man.
"What if you stop talking because I said it, wouldn't I be able to hear you?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man with brown hands added: "If you can't hear it, you can't hear it. You have nothing to lose."
"Who says I can't hear that there is nothing to lose?" said the gray-hand man, "Then the loss is huge!"
"Ah?" said the brown-handed man, "In a word, what do you mean?"
"Because what I want to hear is from your mouth." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said, "So what if it comes from my mouth?"
"It's very important," said the gray-hand man.
"What a joke you are..." said the brown-hand man.
"It's important to hear what you say. Is this a joke?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Are you serious?" the brown-hand man asked.
"I really want to hear more from you." The gray-handed man said.
"Then let me say a few more words." The brown-handed man said, "Look, you have listened to so many words from me now."
"Then why don't I say it?" The man with gray hands asked, "If I say it, will you say that again?"
"Didn't I answer you just now?" said the brown-hand man, "I don't know."
The gray-handed man said: "Do you want to change your answer now?"
"You actually ask that," said the brown-hand man.
"Answer it," said the man with gray hands.
"If I change my answer, will you still say it?" asked the man with brown hands.
"If I say it and you will say it again, then I will say it." The gray-handed man said.
"Okay." The brown-hand man smiled, "I'll change it to this."
(End of chapter)