Chapter 6576 (Six Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy Six) Sadness
"Guess." The gray-handed man said.
"Just now you said that would make you feel that you are different from people with sensitive feelings. Have you thought about how to describe that difference more appropriately?" asked the brown-handed man.
The gray-handed man said: "Yes. The maple forest that day was rich in color, as if something was burning. I now think that it is too extravagant to say that being a sensitive person will make me feel that I have burned. It is still suitable for me to say , being a sensitive person makes me feel like I have lived.”
The man with brown hands was stunned for a moment and said: "Luxury? Have you ever lived?"
The gray-hand man said: "Yes? Do you have different ideas about these two statements?"
"Why different ideas?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Were you in a daze just now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The brown-hand man said.
"Does being in a daze mean that you have different ideas?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "Do you get confused when you have different ideas?"
"Sometimes it does happen," said the gray-handed man.
"In front of me?" asked the brown-hand man.
"It's not impossible." The gray-handed man said.
"But I wasn't in a daze just now because I had different ideas." The man with brown hands said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Are you in a daze because our ideas are so similar?"
"Our ideas are indeed very similar, but I'm not in a daze just because we have similar ideas." The brown-hand man said, "It's just that when you said 'luxury' just now, I felt sad. You said 'lived' I feel more sad."
The gray-hand man said: "Are you in a daze because of your grief?"
"Is this strange?" asked the brown-hand man.
"It's strange, you haven't shown this often before." The gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "I have been in a daze before."
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "Were you in a daze because you were sad?" "If you are talking about the time when I was a tool of that nature, how do you think a tool is sad?" The man with brown hands asked with a smile.
"Then how do you think a tool is considered dazed?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.
The man with brown hands said: "It's not difficult to be in a daze, isn't it? Just stay there and you are in a daze. But how can the thing be sad?"
The gray-hand man said: "You said it yourself when the tool stays there and it means it is in a daze. Maybe it just stays there? You can't say that it doesn't mean it is in a daze, right?"
"Our conversation sounds a little funny." Brown-Hands laughed.
The gray-hand man said: "Although it's funny, it's still sad, isn't it?"
The man with brown hands said "hmm" and said, "Sadness seems inevitable at this time."
The man with gray hands said: "Laugh a few more times, can you drive away the sadness?"
"Why are you driving away?" asked the brown-hand man.
"That's right." The man with gray hands asked, "Why do you have to drive them away? Besides, even if you have to drive them away, is it really that easy to drive them away?"
"So just let nature take its course." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "Okay, as long as you think so, then let it be."
The man with brown hands asked the man with gray hands, "Can you understand the sadness I feel?"
"Yes." The Gray-Hand Man said, "Not only that, I can also understand that you feel more miserable after hearing me say 'lived'."
"How do you think you have lived?" asked the brown-hand man. "Actually, I don't know."
The gray-handed man said: "Like you."
"Really?" asked the brown-hand man.
"What's the truth?" said the man with gray hands.
(End of chapter)