Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5115 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Fifteen) Closer

"Yes, the 'kind' I'm thinking of is a very natural, very real, and heartfelt happiness," said the Gray Hand Man.

"You mean, the happiness is different from that after transformation?" said the brown-handed man.

"I don't know how to put it." The Gray Hand Man said, "But it seems appropriate when you say it."

The brown-handed man said, "Does that mean that after we transformed into Na, we never experienced that kind of happiness again?"

"Let me think about it." said the man with gray hands.

"Let me think about it too." said the man with brown hands.

"Have you figured it out?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"No." The brown-handed man said, "You figured it out?"

"Think of something." said the man with gray hands.

"Then you say." said the man with brown hands.

"I think it's just as you said." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Oh?" said the brown-handed man, "really?"

The Gray Hand Man added: "That kind of happiness may... may very likely disappear after we transform."

"That kind of happiness is far away from us, isn't it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Is this what you felt?"

"Yes, that's what I felt." The brown-handed man said, "It's especially far away from Hua Na."

"Does what you said prove that that kind of happiness had disappeared some time before the transformation?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Well, I don't think that can be said that way," said the brown-handed man.

"Why can't we say this?" asked the Gray Hand Man. "That kind of happiness, before transformation, seems to be a memory, a distant memory." This is my own feeling.

"That's my feeling too," said the man with gray hands.

“Then it wouldn’t disappear before transformation.” said the brown-handed man.

“But you said it was very far away from Hua Na.” said the man with gray hands.

"Yes, that's what I said." The brown-handed man said, "What I mean is that during the days when I was closer to Hua Na, I may not have experienced anything that could bring me that kind of happiness for a long time, but the happiness I experienced in my early years still remains in my mind. It is a beautiful memory. As long as that memory is there, that happiness has not really disappeared."

"So that's what you mean." said the man with gray hands.

"What do you think?" asked the Brown Hand Man, "Is it possible that what I said is true?"

"It's possible." said the man with gray hands.

"Do you really think so?" The brown-handed man said, "Or did you think of it after listening to what I said?"

“That’s what I thought of after I heard what you said, but at this moment, I really feel this way,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"I can't really explain this kind of thing." The brown-handed man said, "Many times it's only because of you that I can think of something."

"Those memories disappeared with our transformation," said the Gray Hand Man, "What a pity."

"The happiness in my memory is gone." said the man with brown hands.

"Are you sure we really have that happy memory?" Grayhand asked, "and not just something we imagined later in this place?"

"I don't know," said the brown-handed man. "I can't be sure, but now, I don't know why, I just feel that it is real. Don't you think so? Do you think it might just be our imagination?"

"No, no, no!" said the Gray Hand Man, "I think it's true too. But some things happened so long ago and so strangely that I don't know how to explain them."

(End of this chapter)