Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5037 (Five Thousand and Thirty-Seven) Snow Quilt
"Being under the summer sun... is different," the man said.

"Isn't that something you don't like?" Gray Hand admitted.

"Anyway...it's definitely not like not liking being bathed in the spring sun," the man said.

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Maybe it's because... because the spring sun... is too gentle most of the time..." the man said, "so gentle that it's fake, so gentle that I feel really... uncomfortable. The summer sun is different most of the time. It gives me a feeling... very realistic, as if it wants to roast you to death... It's so cruel. When you are exposed to the scorching sun in the hot summer, you... you feel like you are about to be roasted... How realistic! Isn't life in this world like being roasted on a hot pot? You struggle and just live like that... roasting... roasting... you don't know when you will be roasted to death. This is how people are... This kind of reality makes me feel comfortable."

The Gray Hand asked, "If you put it that way, wouldn't the winter sun make you feel even less scorched?"

That person said, "The cruelty of the world... doesn't necessarily depend on the sun... Although the sun is not strong in winter, there are biting cold winds, and sometimes there are even blizzards... That's cruel enough. I've also encountered snowstorms when I was out, and I've seen... I've seen dead people... starved to death, frozen to death, blown to death by the strong wind... Snow doesn't look like a big deal, and it doesn't seem to give people the same scorching feeling as the sun in summer... But... snow can cover dead people, I've seen it... It's not necessarily that they were frozen to death by the snow... But some people will die under the snow... Isn't this also the cruelty of the world? Some people sleep and lie down when they are alive, without a quilt to cover them... When they die, they lie on the ground... The snow becomes a quilt... That's also the last time they are covered with a quilt... right? A snow quilt is also a quilt... When it is covered, will the already cold body become even colder? That's it, so... It doesn't matter if the sun is not strong in winter... The sun is not strong enough, which doesn't mean that the world is not cruel... Strong winds and blizzards... can also make some people struggle... How real..."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "You didn't like spring at that time, was it entirely because you felt it was hypocritical?"

The man said, "Not entirely, but... but this is indeed an important reason... It's too fake... too fake... That kind of sunlight... is often very mild and won't burn you. There aren't any strong winds or snowstorms, so when the sun comes out... the ground becomes warm, and people walking on the road feel warm too. Anyway... Anyway, it's so fake that it makes me uncomfortable."

The Gray Hand Man said, "At that time, were you so used to the cruelty of the world that you couldn't adapt to the warmth of spring?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "What you said... makes sense. I guess... the world is cruel, and people are always struggling, especially... when I was bullied and found myself surviving in spring, I would feel... I felt an indescribable discomfort... as if the sun was mocking me... or... or... the spring sun was meant to mock the world. I don't know, but... no matter how I think about it... I feel uncomfortable. Even if I don't want to... I don't like that hypocritical feeling."

(End of this chapter)