Chapter 6137 (Six Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Seven) White Change
"Why do you think this is important?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "Because 'Okay' is what you just said."
"What does what I just said have to do with whether it is critical or not?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Of course it does matter," said the brown-hand man, "Actually, you are the key."
The gray-hand man smiled and said: "I am stuck in a certain pattern, and I have always been in it."
"Have you ever come out?" asked the brown-hand man.
"What do you think?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I don't think you've ever come out." The brown-hand man said, "Since you entered a certain mode, it's like falling into a well and you haven't come out for so long."
"Well?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Forget it, it's not a well, so what can you say? Oh, I see, it's a pit." The brown-hand man said, "Since you entered a certain mode, it's like falling into a pit, and you haven't come out for so long."
"Why did it become a pit again?" The gray-hand man laughed, "A pit is different from a well."
"If it's the same, wouldn't my change be in vain?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Isn't the change in vain now?" asked the man with gray hands.
"You said it was different, so naturally the change was not in vain." The brown-handed man said.
"Why does it have to be different?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "We have talked about the topic of 'well' before, right?"
"I told you," said the gray-hand man, "I understand."
"Let me speak for myself, actually I just think that if there is a well, we will fall into the well and not be able to get out." The brown-handed man smiled, "This is what I just said."
The man with gray hands said: "I remember it, and I also thought about it."
"Even if I don't repeat what I said before, you know it." The brown-hand man said, "right?"
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
"Let's just say it's a trap. You are the one in the trap now." The brown-handed man said.
"It's as if you are not a trap." The gray-handed man said with a smile. The man with brown hands said: "It's not bad if they are all in the pit."
"Anyway, you didn't come out." The gray-handed man said.
"Anyway, you didn't come out," said the brown-hand man.
"How big is this pit?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.
"No matter how big it is!" laughed the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said: "Yes, no matter how big it is, it must be very deep."
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "That's why it's difficult for you to come out."
The man with gray hands smiled and said, "You can't come out just because you don't want to come out."
"Well, I don't want to come out, so it doesn't seem to have much to do with the depth of the pit, don't you think?" the brown-handed man asked.
"Yes." Gray Hand Man said, "What you said makes sense to me."
"How does this make sense?" asked the brown-hand man. "Everything I say makes sense to you. Oh, that's right. You're stuck in a pattern. You're stuck in a trap."
The man with gray hands said: "It makes sense in the first place, but I can still explain it."
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "You are right. If it really makes sense, why didn't you say it?"
"Isn't this something we haven't talked about yet?" The man with gray hands smiled deliberately, "Are you anxious?"
"Why should I be anxious?" said the brown-hand man, "it was you who had to say it."
The gray-handed man said: "Oh, it seems you don't want to hear it that much."
The man with brown hands said: "Who said that?"
"I guessed it." The gray-handed man smiled.
"You said it too, you were just guessing." The brown-handed man said with a deliberate smile.
"Well, I guess I may not be right." The gray-handed man said.
(End of chapter)