Chapter 6600 (Six Thousand Six Hundred) Planting Trees
The man with gray hands said: "I thought of saplings. Of course, the saplings were not what I thought of at first."
The man with brown hands asked: "Could it be that the tree species was what you thought of at first?"
The gray-handed man said: "How do you know?"
The man with brown hands said: "It can't be true, right?"
The gray-handed man said: "That's true."
"We talked about tree species when we were talking before." The brown-hand man said.
"We've talked about it before, but that's not what I'm thinking about this time." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked: "You want me to dig a real pit, plant seeds in it, and grow saplings?"
The gray-handed man said: "Yes. There are just more at the back."
"After a while, the sapling grew into a big tree?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
"You don't want to plant maple trees, do you?" the brown-hand man asked.
The gray-handed man smiled and said, "I didn't want to be so specific."
The man with brown hands said, "Am I wrong in my guess?"
"It doesn't count." The gray-hand man said, "I just didn't want to be so specific. It has nothing to do with right or wrong."
The man with brown hands said: "Okay. You continue to say what you think of."
"I didn't even think about the color of the tree when it grows up." The gray-handed man said.
"We just talked about Maple Forest for a long time." The brown-handed man said.
"And all I thought about was a tree," said the man with gray hands.
"If there is only one maple tree, even if the maple tree grows up, it will look different from the maple forest." The man with brown hands said.
The gray-handed man said: "What I am thinking of at the moment is green."
The man with brown hands said: "I suddenly thought of colors? What kind of tree?"
"I don't know." The gray-hand man said, "I just know that they are green trees."
The man with brown hands asked the man with gray hands: "What you said made me think of the tree beads."
"Have you thought of the situations that just happened?" the gray-handed man asked. "Yes." The brown-hand man said.
"What I thought of this time is still not that clear." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked: "You thought about a tree. You thought about the process of it growing from a seed to a big tree, but you never figured out what tree it was?"
The man with gray hands said: "Yes. Why can't I think of what kind of tree it is?"
"Isn't this normal?" said the brown-handed man, "Why do you have to figure out what kind of tree it is? Just know that it is a tree."
The man with gray hands said: "Yes, it's full of greenery."
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "The real pit looks extraordinary."
The gray-handed man said: "The real pit is not ordinary."
The man with brown hands asked: "What's unusual?"
"You dug it." The man with gray hands replied.
"Is the pit I dug special?" the man with brown hands asked.
"Of course it's not ordinary." The gray-handed man said, "I've never seen you dig a hole to plant trees."
The man with brown hands smiled and said, "Even if you can look at it, you'd better not look at it."
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's enough for you to watch me dig a real pit." The brown-hand man said, "As for planting trees, I can't guarantee whether they will grow into big trees."
The man with gray hands asked: "Why do you think so?"
The man with brown hands said: "Who knows what will happen to this tree if it is planted?"
The gray-hand man asked: "What's the situation?"
"Being cast," the brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Are you worried that the tree you planted will encounter someone like its owner?"
The man with brown hands said: "If we really encounter it, is there nothing we can do about it?"
"The tree seems to be helpless." The gray-hand man said, "But the person who planted the tree may not be helpless at all."
(End of chapter)