Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5630 (Five Thousand Six Hundred and Thirty) Sand
"That's possible." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Do you really think so?"

"If I don't think so, I don't know what else I can do." The brown-handed man said, "It's useless to be anxious at this time, and I don't want to think of the worst."

The Gray Hand Man said, "I don't want to think the worst."

The brown-handed man said, "Then let's assume that there is that possibility."

“It would be nice if we could have a little carnival in our hearts,” said the man with gray hands.

"Listen, the sound of the flute seems to have changed." said the man with brown hands.

"That's right." The Gray Hand said, "It's been intermittent."

"It was very coherent just now." said the man with brown hands.

"Did it just start to break?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't know." said the man with brown hands again.

The Gray Hand Man said, "This is intermittent, but it seems to have a regular pattern?"

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "The sound is getting more and more fragmented."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Yes, it seems to be divided into grains of sand."

The brown-handed man said, "This 'sand grain' seems to be able to jump."

The Gray Hand said, "Yes, the jumping feeling is very strong."

The brown-handed man asked again, "Does the strong jumping feeling of 'sand grains' have any meaning?"

"What are you thinking about?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I'm just daydreaming." The brown-handed man said, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do when I figure it out."

The Gray Hand said, "Jump out...Are we talking about the topic we talked about again?"

“We were just talking about breaking out of this vicious circle,” said the man with brown hands.

"What is the jump out now?" said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "Could it be that the sense of leaping is meant to inspire us to have the confidence to break out of this vicious circle?"

"Did you think so, or did you say it on purpose because you wanted a good result?" the gray-handed man asked again. The brown-handed man said, "It's more likely that I said it on purpose because I wanted a good result."

The Gray Hands man said, "Then I will give a direct answer. I will say that the sudden and obvious leap in the sound of the flute is probably intended to inspire our confidence in breaking out of this vicious circle."

"Is your confidence inspired?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"It seems limited." said the man with gray hands.

"What's on your mind most right now?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's probably 'repetition'." said the man with gray hands.

"This again?" the brown-handed man asked, "You too?"

"You too?" the Gray Hand asked. "Then we are in sync again."

The brown-handed man said, "Synchronization is normal, but asynchrony is rare in this environment, isn't it?"

"Yes," said the Gray Hands. "We kept talking about the same topics we had talked about before, and each time we talked for quite a while."

"This is also synchronized." said the brown-handed man.

"Yes, that's right," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "In this environment, you and I are completely different from before, right?"

"You mean ideas?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You can say that." The brown-handed man said, "Remember in the past, even if I thought the same thing as you, I would sometimes refute you."

"Me too," said the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man added, “You might have witnessed more of my moments like yours.”

Gray Hand Man said, "I might have witnessed more of your moments like yours back then."

"Not changing a single word?" said the man with brown hands.

"Yes, this is a 'real' repetition, a real repetition." said the Gray Hand Man.

(End of this chapter)