Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6576 (Six Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy Six) Sorrow

"Guess." said the man with gray hands.

"Just now you said that it would make you feel that you are different from people who are not as sensitive. Have you thought about how to describe that difference more appropriately?" asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand said, "Yes. The maple forest that day was full of colors, as if something was burning. Now I think that it is too extravagant to say that being a sensitive person makes me feel that I have burned. I should say that being a sensitive person makes me feel that I have lived."

The brown-handed man was stunned for a moment and said, "Luxury? Lived?"

Gray Hand said: "Yeah? Do you have different ideas about these two statements?"

"Why are the ideas different?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Were you dazed just now?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"Does being in a daze mean that you have different ideas?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked, "Do you get dazed when you have different ideas?"

"Yes, sometimes." said the man with gray hands.

"In front of me?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's not impossible." said the man with gray hands.

“But I wasn’t stunned just now because I had different thoughts.” said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Are you stunned because our ideas are so similar?"

"Our thoughts are indeed too similar, but I am not stunned because we have too similar thoughts." The brown-handed man said, "It's just that when you said 'luxury' just now, I felt sad. When you said 'lived', I felt even sadder."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Are you stunned because of grief?"

"Is this strange?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"That's strange. You didn't often show this before." asked the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "I've been in a daze before."

The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands, "Were you dazed before because you were sad?" "If you are talking about the time when I was a tool of that nature, what do you think it means for a tool to be sad?" the man with brown hands asked with a smile.

"Then what do you think it means for a tool to be dazed?" the Gray Hands asked with a smile.

The brown-handed man said, "It's not hard to be dazed, right? Just standing there is dazed. But why is it so sad?"

The Gray Hand said, "You just said that a tool is in a daze if it stays there. Maybe it just stays there? You can't say that if it doesn't move, it's in a daze, right?"

"Our conversation sounds a little funny." The Brown-Handed Man laughed.

The Gray Hand said, "Although it's funny, it's still sad, isn't it?"

The brown-handed man hummed and said, "Sadness seems inevitable at this time."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Can laughing more drive away the sadness?"

"Why do you want to drive him away?" asked the man with brown hands.

"That's right." The Gray Hand Man asked, "Why do we need to drive them away? Besides, even if we want to drive them away, is it really that easy to drive them away?"

"So just let it be." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Well, if you think so, then let it be."

The Brown Hand Man asked the Gray Hand Man, "Can you understand the sadness I feel?"

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man, "Not only that, I can understand why you feel even more sad after hearing me say 'lived'."

"What does it mean to have lived?" asked the Brown Hand Man. "I don't know, actually."

The Gray Hand said, "Like you."

"Really?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Why are you asking whether it's true or not?" said the man with gray hands.

(End of this chapter)