The Speaker of the Parliament really wanted to award medals to the MPs one by one, and the MPs were all very happy. Today was indeed a happy occasion for everyone. It seems that the Speaker is indeed the real deal.
Now, the tall, strong, but very kind man with a mountain-like body came to the front of the skeleton Matthew:
"Old Ma, how are you? Can you still stand up?"
He asked with concern.
Matthew's old face flashed with astonishment and shame, and his lips trembled as he opened his mouth:
"Do I need to stand up too?"
"Don't you need it?"
Arthur asked back.
"I... maybe, it doesn't seem possible..."
Although Matthew's expression was still hard, his tone had softened a little.
More importantly, he really couldn't stand up.
Although he didn't know how old he was this year, Matthew knew that his life span had been extended much longer than that of ordinary humans, so it was normal for his body functions to deteriorate, right? There was no need to force him, right?
What's the matter with Lao Ma? Matthew is his own name, there is no such boring way of splitting it.
"Hey, think about it again, is it really not possible?
"If it's really not possible, then is it because you can't or you don't want to?"
The man's tone became gentler, and his body leaned down slightly, like a psychiatrist who was counseling a patient bit by bit:
"Old Ma, Old Ma, Councillor Ma, there are so many people watching today, please give little Arthur some face.
"Whether you can stand up is indeed a question of ability, but whether you want to stand up is a question of attitude."
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