Chapter 5953 (five thousand nine hundred and fifty-three) outside the dream
The man with brown hands said, "Then I won't say anything."
The gray-handed man smiled and said, "It's quite fun."
The brown-hand man said: "When will the sound end?"
"Do you really want it to stop?" asked the Gray Hand.
"That's not true," said the brown-hand man.
"I thought you were impatient." The gray-handed man said.
"What's so annoying about this?" said the brown-hand man. "Have we heard a lot of things that were much more annoying than this before?"
The gray-hand man said: "It's too much to mention."
The man with brown hands asked deliberately: "How many are there?"
"Countless," said the man with gray hands, "I think so. What about you? What do you think?"
"It's just as you thought," said the brown-hand man, "there are countless of them."
"Then how did we get here before?" asked the gray-handed man.
"That's how I came here." The brown-handed man said, "Just bear with it."
"How can you bear it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"You mean it, don't you?" asked the brown-hand man.
"What happened to my intention?" the gray-handed man asked deliberately.
The man with brown hands said, "You want me to remember those things."
"Do you like memories?" the gray-hand man asked.
"That depends on what you remember." The brown-hand man said.
"What would you like to remember?" asked the Gray Hand.
"Of course it's beautiful," said the brown-hand man.
The gray-handed man said: "What about?"
"For a while, I really can't think of any examples." The brown-hand man said.
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"You think about it," said the brown-hand man.
"What do you mean?" asked the gray-handed man.
"You clearly understand, yet you ask again," said the brown-handed man.
"I do understand." The gray-handed man said.
"Then do I still say it?" asked the brown-hand man. "Tell me," the gray-hand man said, "Are you willing?"
"Yes." The man with brown hands said.
"You are willing again." The man with gray hands said with a smile.
"Of course." The brown-hand man said.
"Say it." The gray-handed man said.
"We used to be so tolerant, and a lot of what I think of now are my experiences of forbearance." The man with brown hands said, "The experience of being patient is not a good one for me."
"Then you say it's wonderful." The gray-handed man said.
"You still mean it." The brown-handed man smiled.
The man with gray hands said: "Isn't there any beauty at all?"
"Is it easy to remember?" the brown-hand man asked, "How about you say something nice?"
The gray-handed man smiled and said, "Okay."
"You just say yes, but don't say anything specific." The man with brown hands said.
"I haven't said it yet." The gray-handed man said.
"Say now," said the brown-hand man, "are you willing?"
"Yes." The gray-handed man smiled.
"Say." said the man with brown hands.
"Once, I had a dream..." the gray-hand man said.
Before the man with gray hands finished speaking, the man with brown hands interrupted and said with a smile: "Okay, I understand."
"I haven't said what kind of dream it is." The gray-handed man said.
"You're talking about a dream. Don't you understand what you mean?" asked the man with brown hands.
The man with gray hands laughed loudly and said: "That's right, I don't want to continue talking."
"Really?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Really, because I don't remember that dream very clearly." The gray-hand man said, "If I continue to talk, I have to think about it carefully, but I am too lazy to think about it."
"Don't you think it's wonderful?" said the brown-handed man, "You're too lazy to think about it?"
The man with gray hands said: "The dream is beautiful, but the outside of the dream is even worse."
The man with brown hands said: "Actually, when you asked me to talk about it just now, I also thought about the dream."
(End of chapter)