Chapter 6572 (six thousand five hundred and seventy-two) clues
"That will make me feel that I...is not the same as being inappropriate anyway." The gray-handed man said.
"You want more than that," said the brown-hand man.
"More than one?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's not just as simple as you said." The brown-hand man said.
"Did I say it was simple?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "I didn't say that the meaning of your words was simple, I just said that what you said was simple."
"That's true. How do you know?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "You paused for a while. I think you were thinking during that time."
"What are you thinking about?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I don't know what you are thinking about. I guess you are probably thinking about how to describe what you felt at that time." The brown-handed man said.
The gray-handed man just said "hmm" again.
"You just said 'hmm' to mean whether what I said is right or wrong?" the brown-hand man asked.
"You guessed it right." The gray-handed man said.
"So I said what you said is simple. I think the meaning of your words is very complicated, so complicated that you can't think of how to describe it in a short time." The man with brown hands said.
The gray-handed man said "hmm" again.
"Is everything correct?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes." The gray-hand man said, "Make it seem as if you yourself have gone through the same process I did."
The man with brown hands joked: "You can think so. After all, if you and I are really the same person, then this is not new."
"But you haven't experienced what you just experienced, have you?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands, "Yes."
"Look." The gray-handed man joked with a deliberate smile. "What are you looking at?" asked the brown-handed man, "You smile like that, as if you have caught some terrible loophole."
"I didn't catch the loophole, but you didn't go through what you just experienced. You said 'yes' yourself." The gray-handed man said.
"But that doesn't prove that you and I are not the same person, right?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Yes." The gray-hand man said, "That's why I was just joking."
"I heard it." The brown-hand man smiled.
The gray-handed man said: "I have some clues."
"What's the clue?" asked the man with brown hands.
"It's just what I said just now that it would make me feel... it's not the same as being inappropriate anyway." The gray-handed man said, "This gives me some clues."
The brown-hand man asked, "Oh, you think you have an idea of how to describe this 'difference'?"
"I thought of what I said before, and those words were somewhat similar to what I felt." The gray-handed man said.
"What are you talking about?" asked the man with brown hands.
"About Maple Forest that day." The gray-handed man said.
"I know." The brown-hand man said.
"What caught my eye was that the maple forest that day was rich in color, as if something was burning." The man with gray hands asked, "This is it. Is it what you thought?"
"Exactly the same." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked: "After you think about what you said before, what do you want to say?"
The man with gray hands said: "I want to say that I just said that I urgently want to be a sensitive person at this moment, maybe because if I do, it will make me feel that I have been burned."
"I understand what you mean." The brown-handed man said, "Actually, what you think is very similar to what I think. I thought again that the maple forest that day was rich in color. A person with keen feelings, could life be the same? Colorful.”
(End of chapter)