Chapter 5851 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty One) Sigh

The brown-handed man said, “I mean, what I said is nonsense.”

Gray Hand said, “You seem to be in a pattern again.”

The brown-handed man said, “You too.”

“If you put it that way, we seem to be in that mode all the time,” said the Gray Hand Man.

“That makes sense.” The brown-handed man said, “I think it’s pretty good, what do you think?”

The Gray Hand Man said, “Of course, this topic isn’t the first time it’s been brought up, right?”

The brown-handed man said, “In an environment like this, we will probably bring up all kinds of topics over and over again.”

The Gray Hand said, “I hope this can be repeated indefinitely.”

The Brown Hand said, “Infinite?”

“Yes,” said the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man asked, “What are some things that can go on indefinitely? What are some things that can go on indefinitely, regardless of whether they are repeated or not?”

“The wind will continue to blow indefinitely, and the sun will continue to shine indefinitely.” The Gray Hand Man said, “Am I saying this absolutely? But within the scope of my current understanding, this is the case.”

The brown-handed man was touched by what he heard, but he deliberately joked, “That’s not the sound of the wind coming from his abdomen.”

The Gray Hand said, “I am talking about the sound of nature’s wind.”

The brown-handed man asked, “What about his abdomen?”

“Then I don’t know.” said the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man said, “Why are you answering this question so seriously?”

“Shocked you?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Not really, but I thought you would continue to joke with me at this time.” said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand said, “I thought so too.”

“You?” said the man with brown hands.

“Yeah, I thought I could joke with you smoothly.” said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked, “Didn’t you say it?” “Because I could tell you were joking on purpose, and it wasn’t easy to say it.” The gray-handed man said, “That’s not what you really wanted to say.”

The brown-handed man asked, “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“I don’t know what you are thinking this time, but I know you probably don’t want to joke at this time.” said the man with gray hands.

The Brown-Handed Man said, “Yeah, I just don’t want to talk so much…so much about nature.”

“Why?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“You might know.” said the man with brown hands.

“Maybe…” The man with gray hands sighed softly when he said this.

The brown-handed man said, “Maybe? Well, I’ll take that as your guess.”

“Don’t want to say it clearly?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Do you want to hear it?” asked the Brown-Handed Man.

“Yes.” The Gray Hand said, “Why don’t you want to talk so much about nature?”

The brown-handed man said, “I don’t want to compare.”

The Gray Hand Man uttered an “hmm”.

“Is that the reason you think?” asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man uttered another “hmm.”

“Sure enough.” The brown-handed man said in a not loud voice.

The Gray Hand Man suddenly said, “It’s not that sad.”

The brown-handed man said, “Not so sad?”

“Yes. Don’t you think it’s sad to compare you and me with those in nature?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes.” said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said, “If we don’t compare them, but just think about what they can record, wouldn’t it be less sad? The wind keeps blowing, the sun keeps shining, so will there be some traces of you and me left in the wind and the sun?”

(End of this chapter)