Chapter 6311 (six thousand three hundred and eleven) Who counts?
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "At that time, it seemed difficult to be like now."
"Is it just different?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, it is indeed different." The brown-hand man said.
"So there is no need to mention whether to change or not." The gray-handed man said.
"Okay, if you don't want to mention it, don't mention it." The brown-handed man smiled.
"Are you laughing too?" the man with gray hands asked.
"My smile is normal and natural, and it's not sarcastic." The brown-handed man said.
"Well, it's not a joke." The gray-handed man said with a smile.
"Then what is the nature of your smile now?" asked the man with brown hands.
"It's also very natural." The gray-handed man said.
"The sound is very nice." The brown-hand man smiled.
"My laughter? Does it sound good?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The brown-hand man smiled, "Not only does the laughter sound good, but the voice also sounds good."
"Are you kidding me?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Why do you think so?" asked the brown-hand man.
The gray-handed man said: "How can my voice sound good?"
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "Whether it sounds good or not depends on what you think, right? Others can also hear it."
The man with gray hands asked: "Who else?"
"Anyone can do it. If anyone listens except you, it doesn't matter." The man with brown hands said.
"Others don't say it well either." The man with gray hands said.
"Don't worry about it so much. Anyway, what I said is nice." The man with brown hands said.
"You?" The man with gray hands paused and said, "You are not considered someone else."
The man with brown hands was stunned for a moment and said, "Who do you think I am?"
"One of our own." The gray-hand man smiled.
The man with brown hands had never heard anyone say that, and he laughed involuntarily. The man with gray hands asked, "Am I right?"
"Yes." The man with brown hands smiled, "Yes."
"Say 'right' twice." The gray-handed man said with a smile.
"The second time is for confirmation." The brown-handed man said.
"Do you still need to confirm in front of me?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands, "No need."
The gray-handed man smiled and said: "You still need to confirm without needing it? Do you think I am the user in a trance?"
"I also thought about using the master." The brown-handed man said.
"Ah? Are you really thinking that I am the user in a trance?" asked the gray-handed man.
"No, not in a trance," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands asked the man with brown hands: "Then why did you just say it was confirmation the second time?"
"Actually, I didn't know why I said it twice at the time. In the past, when I said it twice, I usually said the second time to confirm, so this time I said it the second time to confirm without thinking about it." Hand said.
"You just said it without thinking about it?" The man with gray hands asked, "Are you in a trance?"
"There was no trance." The brown-hand man said, "To say that I was immersed in the previous conversation at that time is true."
"What conversation are you immersed in?" the gray-handed man asked.
"A conversation about 'one of our own'." The brown-hand man said.
"Immersed? Can this also make you immersed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Can't it immerse you?" asked the brown-hand man.
"I didn't think too much about it," the gray-handed man said.
"Think about it for a moment," the brown-hand man said with a smile.
"Think about it, you said 'our own people'?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, if you can't easily imagine it, just listen to me and I will help you create the conditions for your imagination." The brown-hand man said, "You are one of your own."
The gray-hand man felt very special after hearing this, and said: "Oh... understand... yes."
(End of chapter)