Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5102 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Two) Encouragement
"Maybe some people don't know?" said the man with gray hands.

"Who are you thinking of?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Like him, those guarding the High Tent." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Those people don't seem to encourage each other often." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Is it like you and me in the past, because you also had to be a tool at times, so you were affected a little bit?"

The Brown-Handed Man said, “I now even feel that even if those ordinary people are used as tools at times, in many cases, tools like me may not be as good as theirs.”

The Gray Hand Man said, "They are just ordinary people. I can't ridicule them now."

The brown-handed man said, "Me too. After I realized something today, I thought about those ordinary people and how I used to mock them. I found it hard to continue mocking them."

Gray Hand said: "People don't need to survive in mutual ridicule."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, if you and I encourage each other, we might really see a different world. Of course, encouragement alone is not enough. After all, the environment here seems to have changed a bit, and the situation is different from what we imagined before."

Gray Hand Man said: "As the environment changes, we encourage each other. No matter what happens in the end, at least now we have hope in our hearts."

The brown-handed man said, "So, hope is so important to people like us."

Gray Hand Man said: "Now that we have hope, we won't feel so depressed when we wait."

"I have an impression about hope," said the brown-handed man.

"What impression?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I can't remember." said the man with brown hands.

"Is this the impression produced after transformation?" asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"It doesn't seem so." said the man with brown hands.

"So you're remembering something from a long time ago?" Gray Hand asked. "Not really remembering it, but just having a vague impression." Brown Hand said, "I want to know, I really want to know what it is."

"But you can't remember?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Do you have any impression of hope?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"I seem to have heard someone say something about hope, but I can't remember what it was," said the Gray Hand Man. "That's my impression."

"Is that true?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Why, you were thinking of words too?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I vaguely felt that it was a word just now, but I wasn't sure whether it was. After you said it, I felt that it was. I heard someone say something about hope." said the man with brown hands.

"Are you and I thinking the same thing at this moment?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It's very likely." said the Brown-Handed Man.

"But I can't remember it, which is a pity." said the man with gray hands.

"It's not surprising that you can't remember clearly." The brown-handed man said, "In fact, we all have a vague impression, which shows that things have changed a lot."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Look at that tree bead."

"It has changed again." The brown-handed man said, "The red light has not faded, but colorful things have appeared inside."

"Yes, the colorful range is getting larger and larger." said the man with gray hands.

"What's the meaning of those colors mixed together? Do they represent anything?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

(End of this chapter)