Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5111 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Eleven) Early

"I saw it a long, long time ago..." the Gray-Handed Man said to himself.

The brown-handed man saw the gray-handed man talking to himself and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I feel... I feel... it seems..." said the Gray Hand Man, "You touched my heart."

"What's in your heart?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, when we were talking about ordinary people just now, I seemed to have thought of the ordinary people that Huana had met before." The gray-handed man said, "I didn't realize this before you said it. While talking to you, I thought a lot about it. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my situation seemed to be the same as yours."

The brown-handed man asked, "Who are you thinking of?"

The Gray Hand said, "Maybe I was thinking of the same group of people as you?"

The Brown-Handed Man said, "You are thinking of only those who lived long ago?"

"I don't know. I can't explain it clearly." The Gray Hand said, "Many impressions are still vague."

"Me too, it's blurry again." The brown-handed man said, "If it were clear, what would I see?"

The Gray Hand said, "When we were thinking about emotions just now, I thought that ordinary people are not like you and me who have transformed. They don't have many emotions, or they don't express them much. The ordinary people I thought of at this time seemed to be someone I had seen a long time ago."

The brown-handed man asked, "Do you have an image of those people in your mind?"

"No," said the Gray Hand Man. "Not even one."

"Then how do you know that those are the people you are thinking of?" asked the man with brown hands.

"It's just an impression. My impression of ordinary people seems to come from my first impression." The Gray Hand said, "Even if it's not the first impression, it's not far from the first impression. What about you?"

"Before you said it, I didn't know how to describe it properly." said the brown-handed man. "After you said it, I think you described my feelings." "Is it exactly the same?" asked the gray-handed man.

"It's hard to say whether it's exactly the same, but it should be pretty close anyway." said the man with brown hands.

"Then who are the ordinary people we just saw?" Gray Hand asked, "Why do these people give us a different impression from those we usually see?"

"Does this have anything to do with Hua Na?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It may not be related to Hua Na..." said the Gray Hand Man. "I don't know how to explain it."

"Don't you think it's because of Hua Na that our impression of ordinary people has changed?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Probably not." Gray Hand said, "In fact, we have all kinds of impressions of ordinary people, right?"

"That's right, but during that period of time just now, when we thought of those ordinary people, the ones we remembered were some people we met earlier." said the man with brown hands.

"How did this impression come about?" asked the Gray Hands man.

"Could it be that after the environment here changed, we remembered something?" said the man with brown hands.

"It should have a lot to do with the changes that have occurred here." The Gray Hand Man said, "Otherwise, we would never have thought of the things before Hua Na, right?"

“But we haven’t thought it through clearly yet.” said the brown-handed man.

"At least I have some impression." The Gray Hand said, "That's not bad. Although I'm still not satisfied."

The brown-handed man said, "We may remember it in a while."

(End of this chapter)