Chapter 5867 (five thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven) is bad enough

The Gray Hand asked, “Are you sure that if you say ‘yes’, I will definitely say it?”

The brown-handed man replied, “Sure.”

The Gray Hand said, “That’s right.”

“That’s right?” the brown-handed man asked, “You just said ‘that’?”

“It’s not just talk.” The Gray Hand Man laughed.

“What about actual action?” asked the Brown-Handed Man in a mischievous tone.

“I guess I will definitely tell it.” said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, “You still haven’t said anything.”

The Gray Hand asked, “Do you remember what question you asked just now?”

The Brown Hand replied: “Don’t tell me you forgot after such a short time.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “What if I really said that?”

“That also means you haven’t forgotten.” The brown-handed man smiled.

“How did you come to this conclusion?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Just look at your laughter.” The brown-handed man said, “You are still grinning now, and your laughter just now was so obvious.”

The Gray Hand said, “I have stopped grinning now.”

After saying this, the Gray Hand Man continued, “What do you mean by ‘bad’ smile? A smile is just a smile.”

“Really? I think I was very accurate in saying ‘bad’ smile.” said the brown-handed man.

“We have only been talking for a short while, and ‘precision’ has appeared again.” said the Gray Hand Man.

“Do you think it’s accurate too?” asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man just laughed.

“Look, he’s laughing again.” said the man with brown hands.

“Why don’t you say ‘bad’ this time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, “Because this time the laughter doesn’t seem bad enough.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “Why did you seem bad enough last time?”

The brown-handed man said, “When I say ‘bad enough’, I mean ‘naughty enough’.”

“I know.” The Gray Hand Man said, “Not naughty enough this time?”

“Naughty, but certainly not to the extent that I would call him ‘bad’.” said the brown-handed man.

The man with gray hands laughed loudly, and then asked, “Is the laughter loud enough this time?” “Not enough,” said the man with brown hands.

“Why?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Too big,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“Does a smirk have to be a quiet one?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, “That’s not necessarily true.”

“Are there any standards?” the Gray Hands Man asked again.

“Yes.” The brown-handed man answered.

“What standard?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I know.” said the man with brown hands.

“If you don’t say it out loud, where do you set your standards?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“In my heart,” the Brown-Handed Man replied.

The Gray Hand Man asked again, “Who can see it then?”

“By myself.” said the man with brown hands.

“Where are the others?” Gray Hand asked, “How did they see it?”

“No need to see it.” The Brown-Handed Man replied.

“But this standard is used to measure other people’s laughter, right?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It can also be used to measure my own.” The Brown-Handed Man smiled.

“Do you think your smile right now is up to standard?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“There is no measure.” The Brown-Handed Man answered deliberately.

“You can weigh it.” said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, “Yes, you can, but it’s not necessary.”

“Aren’t you going to measure your laughter at this moment?” the Gray Hand Man asked deliberately.

“No plans,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“Look, you didn’t measure yourself, but used that standard to measure others.” Gray Hand said, “From what has happened, is this standard you use mainly to measure others?”

The brown-handed man replied, “It was true before.”

“The standards used to measure others are not even known to others.” said the man with gray hands.

(End of this chapter)