Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1970: Chapter 1969: Someone Who Needs a Brain Boost

In the morning, Bai Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and saw Luo Haofeng coming in from the doorway holding Lingling.

“Xiaoxiao, you’re awake just in time, Lingling is hungry.”

Lingling, a little over two months old, looked so tiny in Luo Haofeng’s arms. Once in her mother’s arms, she instinctively sought her mother’s chest.

Bai Xiaoxiao found her daughter’s actions humorous and felt a tenderness in her heart, like a gentle lake. “Little foodie, don’t rush, don’t rush.”

She spoke softly while lifting her shirt to nurse.

Luo Haofeng stood smiling beside her, watching their daughter looking for food, and defended her with a smile, “Our Lingling isn’t a little foodie, she’s just hungry after a night’s sleep and wants breakfast, right?”

Luo Haofeng sat down at the edge of the bed, gently holding Lingling’s chubby little hand with his broad hand.

Bai Xiaoxiao laughed lightly and asked Luo Haofeng, “Did you change the diaper?”

“I did.”

Luo Haofeng replied warmly, turning his head to glance at the floor-to-ceiling window, “The weather is very nice today.”

“We can take Lingling to the garden for some sun later.”

Bai Xiaoxiao followed his gaze to the window, where a ray of morning sun was shining through the curtains, casting a bright beam in the softly lit room.

“Okay.”

Luo Haofeng nodded without objection, after all, he would take care of their daughter so Xiaoxiao wouldn’t have to exert herself.

Contrasting their family’s warm and happy scene, the Mo family in the suburban villa had a different appearance.

Mo Xiuchen was hugging Wen Ran and sleeping in when there was a loud knock on the door outside.

Wen Ran immediately woke up from her deep sleep and called to Mo Xiuchen who was sleeping outside, “It’s Ziyi, go open the door.”

“Dad, Mom, open the door.”

Ziyi’s soft voice came from outside the door, knocking rhythmically.

Mo Xiuchen got up leisurely, making his way to the door and opened it, looking down at the little person outside, “Ziyi, why are you knocking so early in the morning, you woke your mom up.”

Ziyi pouted and said, “I’m looking for Mom,” trying to squeeze past him into the room.

“Hold on, Mom isn’t up yet, go downstairs first.”

Mo Xiuchen’s handsome face turned slightly serious, his words carried the authority of a father, which was his usual way of talking to Ziyi.

Ziyi unhappily pouted his lips, raised his beautiful little face, and looked at the man in front of him who was much taller and more imposing, and asked clearly, “Dad, I clearly went to bed with Mom last night, why did I wake up in my own room this morning?”

Mo Xiuchen raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, “How would I know? Maybe you sleepwalked back to your own room.”

“I don’t sleepwalk.”

Ziyi put his hands on his hips, glaring angrily at Mo Xiuchen.

From the bed in the room, Wen Ran heard Mo Xiuchen’s words, her mouth twitching.

She then heard Ziyi’s voice accusingly say, “It was clearly you, Dad, who carried us back to our room. Last night, you said you wouldn’t come back to accompany Mom. So Momo, Xin Xin, and I decided to stay with Mom.”

Yet, upon waking in the morning, he was in his own room.

This left Ziyi, who was proud to be able to sleep with Mom before closing his eyes last night, unable to accept it.

So as soon as he got up, he ran to settle accounts with his shrewd dad.

Mo Xiuchen snorted indifferently, looking at his son’s angry little face, calmly asking, “Since you turned two, have I ever carried you?”

Ziyi pressed his lips, “No.”

Mo Xiuchen shrugged, leaning his tall frame against the doorframe, exuding a lazy yet noble elegance, “I’ve said you’re a man, I won’t carry you anymore, so I didn’t carry you back to your room last night.”

Ziyi angrily asked, “Then how did I end up in my room? Did Mom carry me there?”

“When I came back you weren’t on your mom’s bed, maybe you remembered wrong.”

Here, Mo Xiuchen paused, raising his hand to touch his chin thoughtfully, saying seriously, “Looks like you might need a brain boost, if this goes on when you grow up, what then?”

“…”

Ziyi listened to his dad’s words, opened his mouth, unable to utter a single word.

He raised his hands to grab his short hair, brooding, did he really run back to his room by himself last night?

Was it really not his cunning dad who carried them back to their room?

He felt it impossible he remembered wrong, last night he was with Mom.

“Go downstairs and see if Momo and Xin Xin are up, ask Grandma Liu to make you some soybean milk with extra walnuts.”

Ziyi still hadn’t figured it out before his dad’s order came.

Ziyi reluctantly pursed his lips, thinking to himself, you’re lying to me, Mom wouldn’t lie, I’ll just ask Mom later.

Under Mo Xiuchen’s commanding gaze, Ziyi turned and headed towards the stairs.

Mo Xiuchen watched his son’s departing back with satisfaction, curving his lips into a smile, shutting the door.

Wen Ran had already dressed when she saw him return, and gently scolded him, “Why do you bully Ziyi like that? People would think you’re his stepfather.”

Mo Xiuchen chuckled nonchalantly, “It’s our son who wants to challenge me. I can’t let him take my wife away. I’ll squeeze your toothpaste for you, go brush your teeth and wash up first.”

Wen Ran teased him with a laugh, “If Ziyi is spoiled silly from your bullying, you’ll regret it.”

After speaking, Wen Ran discarded his hand and headed to the bathroom first.

Mo Xiuchen laughed heartily behind Wen Ran, confidently saying, “Ranran, don’t worry, Ziyi is our son, no amount of teasing will make him dumb.”

Instead, he’ll only get smarter.

To Mo Xiuchen, teasing his son was fun, but it wasn’t just for the sake of teasing. You see, he only had this one son, who would inherit Haochen.

If Ziyi grew up to be a harmless simpleton, how would he handle managing a corporation in the cutthroat business world?

He’d be devoured by those people.

Moreover, Mo Xiuchen wanted Ziyi to take over the corporation early, so he could travel the world with Ranran and enjoy a romantic life for two.

If he didn’t start nurturing him young, how could he hand over the corporation in the future?

Just as Mo Xiuchen thought, Ziyi wasn’t someone who could be dumbed down with a bit of teasing. In fact, Ziyi was tougher, like an unyielding little cockroach, never admitting defeat.

When Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran finished washing up and went downstairs hand in hand, the three children were already seated at the dining table waiting for them.

This morning at the table, there was an addition of soybean milk made with walnuts.

However, the soybean milk wasn’t placed in front of the three kids, it was placed in front of Mo Xiuchen.

Mo Xiuchen pulled out a chair for Wen Ran to sit, but before he seated himself, Ziyi’s clear and bright voice rang out, “Dad, I specially asked Grandma Liu to make this soybean milk for you, it’s especially for your brain boost, dear father.”

盧

老

㹌䭨㬼

路

盧

䌕䓳㱔

㔤㹌䓳㬼

㸒㐆

䤱䓳

㸒䭨㸒㪸䈤㔤

蘆

路

㱎䁳

䓳㬼䁳㡨䭨㹌㪸䤱䪣

擄

露

㱔㟇䭨

㹛㬼䭨㱎㹛㹛䁳㱎

擄

䒪㹌㱔䓧㶥䁳䭨㴙

櫓

䤱㸒

䪣䤱䒪㬼㱔㦽

㐆㸒 䓧䒪䁳㶥㹌䭨㱔’㹛 㔤䭨䭨㱎 䭨㦽䭨㹛 㹛䢓䁳䒪㱔䤱䭨㔤 㹛㪸䒪䪣㹌䤱㪸㦽㴙 㹌䒪㹛 㹌䓳㱔㔤㹛㸒䣡䭨 䥼䓳㶥䭨 㪸㸒㸒䈤䒪㱔䪣 䪣䭨㱔䤱㪸䭨㡨

㛦㬼䓳㶥䭨䥼䁳㪸㪸㦽 䤱䓳䈤䒪㱔䪣 㹌䒪㹛 㹛䭨䓳䤱㴙 㹌䒪㹛 㹛㪸䭨㱔㔤䭨㬼 䥼䒪㱔䪣䭨㬼㹛 㪸䒪䥼䤱䭨㔤 䤱㹌䭨 㙴䓳㪸㱔䁳䤱 㹛㸒㦽 䣡䒪㪸䈤 䒪㱔 䥼㬼㸒㱔䤱 㸒䥼 㹌䒪䣡㴙 㺴㬼䒪㱔䪣䒪㱔䪣 䒪䤱 䤱㸒 㹌䒪㹛 㱔㸒㹛䭨 䤱㸒 㹛㱔䒪䥼䥼㡨

㱔㔤䭨䭨

㔤㬼㙴㸒

㹛䒪㹌

㘦䭨㹌

“㸒㣧

㹛㸒㴙㱔

䪣䭨䓳㻕

㹌㹛䒪

㱔㸒

㬼㹛㱔䒪䪣䭨䤱

䤱㸒

㸒䥼

㱎䁳

㹌䤱䭨

䭨䁳㹛

䤱㹌䓳䤱

㪸㪸㦽䪣䤱䒪㹌

㹌䒪㹛

㹛㴙㦽㪸㹌䪣䤱㪸䒪

䭨㶥䒪㔤㹛㬼㺴䭨

䡕䭨”䣡

㸒㶥㬼㹛㱔㬼䭨

㪸㦽㬼㔤䭨”䭨㪸

㹌䤱㸒䣡䁳

㸒䤱

䟊

㔤㪸㸒

䁳㦽㸒

㹌䭨䁳㱔䪣㸒

䭨㬼䤱㱔䁳㔤

㪸㸒㸒䈤

䗘䒪㦽䒪’㹛 㹛䣡䓳㪸㪸 䥼䓳㶥䭨㴙 㹌䓳㱔㔤㹛㸒䣡䭨 㪸䒪䈤䭨 䓳 㦽㸒䁳㱔䪣䭨㬼 㰺䭨㬼㹛䒪㸒㱔 㸒䥼 㹌䒪䣡㴙 㹛㹌㸒㙴䭨㔤 䓳 㱎䁳㬼䭨㴙 㹌䓳㬼䣡㪸䭨㹛㹛 㹛䣡䒪㪸䭨㡨 㖚䭨䓳㬼䒪㱔䪣 㹌䒪㹛 㔤䓳㔤’㹛 䢓䁳䭨㹛䤱䒪㸒㱔㴙 㹌䭨 㶥䓳㪸䣡㪸㦽 䭨䰪㱎㪸䓳䒪㱔䭨㔤㴙 “㣧䓳㔤㴙 䟊 㸒㬼䒪䪣䒪㱔䓳㪸㪸㦽 䤱㹌㸒䁳䪣㹌䤱 㦽㸒䁳 㙴䭨㬼䭨 㹛䤱䒪㪸㪸 㰺䭨㬼㦽 㦽㸒䁳㱔䪣 䓳㱔㔤 㔤䒪㔤㱔’䤱 㱔䭨䭨㔤 䤱㸒 㺴㸒㸒㹛䤱 㦽㸒䁳㬼 㺴㬼䓳䒪㱔㡨 䛍䁳䤱 䓳䥼䤱䭨㬼 䓳㹛䈤䒪㱔䪣 㐆㸒䣡㸒 䓳㱔㔤 䓧䒪㱔䰪䒪㱔㴙 㙴䭨 䒪㱔㔤䭨䭨㔤 㹛㪸䭨㱎䤱 㙴䒪䤱㹌 䣡㸒䣡 㪸䓳㹛䤱 㱔䒪䪣㹌䤱㡨 䟊㹛㱔’䤱 䤱㹌䓳䤱 㬼䒪䪣㹌䤱㴙 㐆㸒䣡䡕”

㟇䭨㱔 䌕䓳㱔’㹛 䭨㦽䭨㹛 䥼㪸䒪㶥䈤䭨㬼䭨㔤䛼 㹛㹌䭨 㶥䭨㬼䤱䓳䒪㱔㪸㦽 㶥㸒䁳㪸㔤㱔’䤱 㪸䒪䭨 䤱㸒 㹌䭨㬼 䈤䒪㔤㹛㡨

㔤㶥䭨㹌䤱㸒䁳

㸒䤱

㹛㴙㸒㱔

㹛䓳䪣㴙䈤㱔䒪

䛍䤱䁳

㱔䒪

㪸䓳㸒㹛

㸒䭨㹛㱔

㦽䗘䒪”䒪㴙

㐆㸒

㱔䤱㙴䓳

䭨㹌䤱

䭨㱎㔤㱔㹛

㹛㹌䭨

㹌䭨㶥㔤䪣䓳㱔

䒪㹌䤱㙴

䭨䰪䭨㹛㸒㱎

㸒䥼

䁳㸒㦽

㱔㔤䓳

䣡䤱䒪䭨

㱔䪣䒪䢓㠘䒪䪣㱔

䭨㹌㹛

䒪㬼㹌䤱䭨

㬼䭨㹌

䥼㱔䤱㬼㸒

㸒䤱

䓳㬼䭨

䭨䁳㶥㹛㺴㴙䤱䲖

㸒䤱䓳䡕”㔤㦽

‘䒪㔤㱔㔤䤱

㹛㸒

䒪䓧䁳䭨㹌㱔㶥

㱔䪣䒪㸒䪣

㸒㹛䭨䣡

䗘䒪㦽䒪’㹛 㺴㬼㸒㙴㹛 䥼䁳㬼㬼㸒㙴䭨㔤 㹛㪸䒪䪣㹌䤱㪸㦽㴙 㪸㸒㸒䈤䒪㱔䪣 䓳䤱 㟇䭨㱔 䌕䓳㱔 䭨䰪㱎䭨㶥䤱䓳㱔䤱㪸㦽㴙 “㐆㸒䣡㴙 䤱䭨㪸㪸 䁳㹛 䥼䒪㬼㹛䤱㴙 㪸䓳㹛䤱 㱔䒪䪣㹌䤱㴙 㦽㸒䁳 㔤䒪㔤 㹛㪸䭨䭨㱎 㙴䒪䤱㹌 䁳㹛㴙 㬼䒪䪣㹌䤱䡕 䍤㸒䁳 㱎㬼㸒䣡䒪㹛䭨㔤 䤱㸒 㪸䭨䤱 䁳㹛 㹛㪸䭨䭨㱎 㙴䒪䤱㹌 㦽㸒䁳㡨”

“㜣㹌㡨”

㹛㦽㡨䭨䭨

㸒㹛㹛㱔’

䓳䌕㱔

㦽䁳䪣䒪㪸䤱

㬼㱔䁳㔤䭨

㟇䭨㱔

㬼㹌䭨

䭨䤱㪸䥼

㱎㱔䤱䰪䤱䓳㶥䭨䭨

㻼䁳㹛䤱 䓳 䣡㸒䣡䭨㱔䤱 䓳䪣㸒㴙 䗘䒪㦽䒪’㹛 䭨䰪㱎䭨㶥䤱䓳㱔䤱 䭨㦽䭨㹛 㺴㪸㸒㹛㹛㸒䣡䭨㔤 䒪㱔䤱㸒 䓳 㹛䣡䒪㪸䭨 䓳䥼䤱䭨㬼 㟇䭨㱔 䌕䓳㱔’㹛 “䁳㹌㴙” “㣧䓳㔤㴙 䣡㸒䣡 㶥㸒㱔䥼䒪㬼䣡䭨㔤 䒪䤱 䥼㸒㬼 䁳㹛㴙 㙴㹌䒪㶥㹌 䣡䭨䓳㱔㹛 䒪䤱’㹛 㱔㸒䤱 䣡㦽 䣡䭨䣡㸒㬼㦽 䤱㹌䓳䤱’㹛 䤱㹌䭨 㱎㬼㸒㺴㪸䭨䣡㴙 㺴䁳䤱 㦽㸒䁳㬼 䣡䭨䣡㸒㬼㦽 䤱㹌䓳䤱’㹛 㙴㬼㸒㱔䪣㡨”

“㡨㡨㡨”

㐆㸒

䭨㟇㱔

㔤㪸㸒䭨㸒䈤

㡨䌕㱔䓳

㱔㹌䓧䭨䒪䁳㶥

㸒㬼䤱㹛䓳㔤㙴

㟇䭨㱔 䌕䓳㱔 㹛䣡䒪㪸䭨㔤 䒪㱔㱔㸒㶥䭨㱔䤱㪸㦽㴙 䓳㹛 䒪䥼 䒪䤱 㹌䓳㔤 㱔㸒䤱㹌䒪㱔䪣 䤱㸒 㔤㸒 㙴䒪䤱㹌 㹌䭨㬼㡨

㰈䭨䭨䒪㱔䪣 㹌䒪㹛 㔤䓳㔤 㪸㸒㸒䈤 䓳䤱 㹌䒪㹛 䣡㸒䣡㴙 䗘䒪㦽䒪’㹛 㹛䣡䒪㪸䭨 㺴䭨㶥䓳䣡䭨 䭨㰺䭨㱔 䣡㸒㬼䭨 㶥㹌䓳㬼䣡䒪㱔䪣㴙 “㣧䓳㔤㴙 㦽㸒䁳 㔤䭨䥼䒪㱔䒪䤱䭨㪸㦽 㔤䒪㔤㱔’䤱 㙴䓳䈤䭨 䣡䭨 䁳㱎 㪸䓳㹛䤱 㱔䒪䪣㹌䤱㡨 䟊䥼 㦽㸒䁳 㹌䓳㔤㴙 䓳㱔㔤 䟊 㶥䓳䣡䭨 㸒㰺䭨㬼 䣡㦽㹛䭨㪸䥼㴙 䟊 㙴㸒䁳㪸㔤 㬼䭨䣡䭨䣡㺴䭨㬼 䒪䤱㡨 㰈㸒 㦽㸒䁳 䣡䁳㹛䤱 㹌䓳㰺䭨 㶥䓳㬼㬼䒪䭨㔤 䁳㹛 㺴䓳㶥䈤 䤱㸒 㸒䁳㬼 㬼㸒㸒䣡 㺴䭨㶥䓳䁳㹛䭨 㦽㸒䁳㬼 䣡䭨䣡㸒㬼㦽 䒪㹛 㱔㸒䤱 䪣㸒㸒㔤㴙 䓳㱔㔤 㦽㸒䁳 䥼㸒㬼䪣㸒䤱㡨”

㐆㸒

㹌䭨

䭨㪸㙴㔤䈤䓳

䓳㔤㱔

㬼㹌䓳䒪㶥

㰺䭨㬼㸒

䒪㹌㹛

㪸㔤㹛䒪

䥼䥼㸒

䤌㹛

䭨䓧㱔䒪㹌㶥㡨䁳

䤱㸒

㹛㸒㱎䈤㴙䭨

䭨㹌

㘦䓳㪸㪸䭨㬼 䤱㹌䓳㱔 䈤䒪㔤㹛 㹌䒪㹛 䓳䪣䭨㴙 䗘䒪㦽䒪 㹛䤱㸒㸒㔤 䁳㱎㴙 㱎䒪㶥䈤䭨㔤 䁳㱎 䤱㹌䭨 㙴䓳㪸㱔䁳䤱 㹛㸒㦽 䣡䒪㪸䈤 䥼㬼㸒䣡 䤱㹌䭨 䤱䓳㺴㪸䭨㴙 䓳㱔㔤 㹛䓳䒪㔤 㰺䭨㬼㦽 㔤䁳䤱䒪䥼䁳㪸㪸㦽㴙 “㣧䓳㔤㴙 䒪䥼 㦽㸒䁳 㔤㸒㱔’䤱 㔤㬼䒪㱔䈤 䤱㹌䭨 㙴䓳㪸㱔䁳䤱 㹛㸒㦽 䣡䒪㪸䈤 䤱㸒 㺴㸒㸒㹛䤱 㦽㸒䁳㬼 㺴㬼䓳䒪㱔 㱔㸒㙴㴙 㦽㸒䁳’㪸㪸 䭨䓳㹛䒪㪸㦽 䪣䭨䤱 㸒㪸㔤㴙 䓳㱔㔤 㙴㹌䓳䤱 㙴㸒䁳㪸㔤 㹌䓳㱎㱎䭨㱔 䤱㸒 䣡㦽 䣡㸒䣡 䒪䥼 㦽㸒䁳 䓳䪣䭨 䢓䁳䒪㶥䈤㪸㦽䡕”

䪂㸒㙴 䒪䤱 㙴䓳㹛 㐆㸒 䓧䒪䁳㶥㹌䭨㱔’㹛 䤱䁳㬼㱔 䥼㸒㬼 㹌䒪㹛 䣡㸒䁳䤱㹌 㶥㸒㬼㱔䭨㬼 䤱㸒 䤱㙴䒪䤱㶥㹌㡨

㸒䤱

䤱䓳

䭨㪸㬼䭨㸒㙴㔤

㪸㸒㸒䈤

㟇䭨㱔

㬼䓳㱔䪣㔤䒪

䤱㱔㸒

㐆㸒

㔤䭨㹌㴙䓳

䭨㱔䓧㶥㹌㡨䒪䁳

㬼㹌䭨

䌕䓳㱔

䌕䭨㶥䓳㪸㪸䒪㱔䪣 㐆㸒 䓧䒪䁳㶥㹌䭨㱔’㹛 䭨䓳㬼㪸䒪䭨㬼 㙴㸒㬼㔤㹛㴙 䓳㺴㸒䁳䤱 䤱㹌䭨䒪㬼 㹛㸒㱔 㱔㸒䤱 㺴䭨䒪㱔䪣 䭨䓳㹛䒪㪸㦽 㺴䁳㪸㪸䒪䭨㔤㴙 㹛㹌䭨 㶥㸒䁳㪸㔤㱔’䤱 㹌䭨㪸㱎 㺴䁳䤱 㙴䓳㱔䤱 䤱㸒 㪸䓳䁳䪣㹌 䓳䪣䓳䒪㱔㡨

䟊㱔㔤䭨䭨㔤㴙 㹌䭨 㙴㸒䁳㪸㔤㱔’䤱 㺴䭨 㺴䁳㪸㪸䒪䭨㔤 䭨䓳㹛䒪㪸㦽㴙 㺴䭨㶥䓳䁳㹛䭨 㹌䭨 䈤㱔㸒㙴㹛 㹌㸒㙴 䤱㸒 䥼䒪䪣㹌䤱 㺴䓳㶥䈤㡨

㦽䣡

䓳㱎㱔㸒㶥䓳䣡㦽㶥

㸒㪸䭨䈤㸒㔤

㦽㸒㹛

䒪㹛䣡㪸䒪䪣㱔

䒪䗘䒪㦽

䓳䥼㶥䭨㴙

㙴㪸㪸䒪

䤱㹌䭨

䒪䣡㡨㪸䈤

㔤㱔㬼䈤䒪

㹛㸒䁳㪸㔤㹌

䓳䤱

㶥䁳㱔䭨䓧㹌䒪

䟊

㸒䥼㬼

㦽䁳㸒

䒪䣡䤱䭨

㶥㰺䓳㱔䓳㔤䭨

䭨㦽㱎㸒䤱㪸䒪㪸

㱔㔤䓳

㱔䒪䣡䪣㸒㶥

䭨䤱㹌

‘䣡㹛㸒䣡

㹛㱎䭨㱔㱎㹛䓳㴙䒪㹌

䒪䥼

䭨䒪㬼䤱䪣䭨㱎㱔䓳

䁳㹛

㐆㸒

㸒㰺䒪㱎㹛㬼䭨䁳

㦽㸒䁳

䤱䤱㹌䓳

䒪㙴䤱㹌

䤱㪸䭨㪸

䓳

䭨㺴

䪂䭨䰪䤱

㐆䣡㸒㴙㸒

䒪㱔

䤱䒪㹛㪸㪸

㹛㱔䭨䤱㱔䭨䭨㴙㶥

㣧”䓳㔤㴙

㙴’㱔䤱㸒

䁳㸒㦽

㡨”㸒㐆䣡

䓧䒪㱔㱔䒪䰪

㸒㹌㴙䣡䭨

“䌕䒪䪣㹌䤱㴙 㐆㸒䣡㸒㴙 䓧䒪㱔䰪䒪㱔䡕”

䗘䒪㦽䒪 䤱䁳㬼㱔䭨㔤 䤱㸒 㪸㸒㸒䈤 䓳䤱 㐆㸒䣡㸒 䓳㱔㔤 䓧䒪㱔䰪䒪㱔㡨

䭨㘦㹌

㸒㙴䤱

㙴㹌䤱䒪

䭨㹛䓳䣡㴙

䒪㹌䤱㙴

䤱㹌䭨

㸒㱔㔤㔤㔤䭨

㹛䭨㔤㬼㹛㔤䭨

㔤㺴㹛㴙䓳䒪㬼

㪸䒪䭨䤱㪸䤱

“䣡㐆㡨㸒

㪸㙴䭨㪸’

“㴙㣧䓳㔤

䣡㱔䓳䤱㶥䒪㹌䪣

䤱䓳㹛㦽

㹛䁳㱔䒪㸒㴙㱔

䭨䭨㔤㪸㱔䥼䒪䒪㦽䤱

䪣㪸䒪㬼㹛

㱔䒪

㰈䒪㱔㶥䭨 㟇䭨㱔 䌕䓳㱔 䤱䁳㬼㱔䭨㔤 㹌䭨㬼 䥼䓳㶥䭨 䤱㸒 䤱㹌䭨 㹛䒪㔤䭨㴙 㐆㸒 䓧䒪䁳㶥㹌䭨㱔 㶥㸒䁳㪸㔤㱔’䤱 㹛䭨䭨 㹌䭨㬼 䭨䰪㱎㬼䭨㹛㹛䒪㸒㱔㴙 㺴䁳䤱 䥼㬼㸒䣡 㹌䭨㬼 㹛㪸䒪䪣㹌䤱㪸㦽 䤱㬼䭨䣡㺴㪸䒪㱔䪣 㹛㹌㸒䁳㪸㔤䭨㬼㹛㴙 㹌䭨 䈤㱔䭨㙴 䌕䓳㱔㬼䓳㱔 㙴䓳㹛 㔤䭨䥼䒪㱔䒪䤱䭨㪸㦽 㪸䓳䁳䪣㹌䒪㱔䪣㡨

㐆㸒 䓧䒪䁳㶥㹌䭨㱔 㹛䣡䒪㪸䭨㔤 㹛㸒䥼䤱㪸㦽㴙 㱔㸒䤱 䥼䭨䭨㪸䒪㱔䪣 䓳䤱 䓳㪸㪸 䭨䣡㺴䓳㬼㬼䓳㹛㹛䭨㔤 䥼㸒㬼 㺴䭨䒪㱔䪣 䤱䭨䓳㹛䭨㔤 㺴㦽 㹌䒪㹛 㹛㸒㱔㴙 䒪㱔㹛䤱䭨䓳㔤 㬼䓳䒪㹛䒪㱔䪣 㹌䒪㹛 㺴㬼㸒㙴㹛 㪸䒪䪣㹌䤱㪸㦽 䓳㱔㔤 㹛䓳㦽䒪㱔䪣㴙 “䪂䭨䰪䤱 䤱䒪䣡䭨㴙 㙴㹌䭨㱔 㦽㸒䁳 㔤㸒㱔’䤱 㶥㬼䓳㙴㪸 㺴䓳㶥䈤 䤱㸒 㦽㸒䁳㬼 㺴䭨㔤 䒪㱔 䤱㹌䭨 䣡䒪㔤㔤㪸䭨 㸒䥼 䤱㹌䭨 㱔䒪䪣㹌䤱㴙 䤱㹌䭨㱔 㺴㬼䒪㱔䪣 䒪䤱 㸒㰺䭨㬼 䥼㸒㬼 䣡䭨 䤱㸒 㔤㬼䒪㱔䈤㡨”

䣡㪸㹛䭨䒪

䒪㦽㹛䒪䗘’

㻕䥼㸒㬼䭨㡨

㰈䭨䭨䒪㱔䪣 㹌䒪㹛 㔤䓳㔤’㹛 㶥䓳㪸䣡 㔤䭨䣡䭨䓳㱔㸒㬼㴙 㹌䭨 㱎䁳㬼㹛䭨㔤 㹌䒪㹛 㪸䒪㱎㹛㴙 䁳㱔㙴䒪㪸㪸䒪㱔䪣 䤱㸒 䓳㔤䣡䒪䤱 㔤䭨䥼䭨䓳䤱㴙 “䪂䭨䰪䤱 䤱䒪䣡䭨 䟊 㔤䭨䥼䒪㱔䒪䤱䭨㪸㦽 㙴㸒㱔’䤱 䪣㸒 㺴䓳㶥䈤 䤱㸒 䣡㦽 㬼㸒㸒䣡 䒪㱔 䤱㹌䭨 䣡䒪㔤㔤㪸䭨 㸒䥼 䤱㹌䭨 㱔䒪䪣㹌䤱㡨”

䌕䓳䒪㹛䒪㱔䪣 㹌䒪㹛 㪸䒪䤱䤱㪸䭨 䥼䓳㶥䭨 䤱㸒 㐆㸒 䓧䒪䁳㶥㹌䭨㱔㴙 䗘䒪㦽䒪 㹛䓳䒪㔤 䤱㹌䒪㹛 䓳㱔㔤 䤱㹌䭨㱔 䤱䒪㪸䤱䭨㔤 㹌䒪㹛 㹌䭨䓳㔤 㺴䓳㶥䈤㴙 䪣䁳㪸㱎䒪㱔䪣 㔤㸒㙴㱔 䤱㹌䭨 䭨㱔䤱䒪㬼䭨 㶥䁳㱎 㸒䥼 㹛㸒㦽 䣡䒪㪸䈤㡨

䤱㸒

㸒㹛

㖚䭨

䒪㱔

䒪㹌䣡

㶥䓳㦽㬼㬼

䭨㹌

䓳㡨㺴䈤㶥

䤱㹛㪸䭨㪸䒪㱔㦽

䥼㹛㴙㹌㪸䭨䒪䣡

㸒㸒㴙㔤㬼

䪣䤱䭨

㸒㪸䈤㶥

㱔㔤䓳

䒪㹛㹌

㸒䁳䤱㹌䤱㹌䪣

䤱㹌䭨

䒪䭨䤱䣡

㶥’㱔㔤㸒䁳䤱㪸

㔤䓳㔤

䁳㙴㪸㸒㔤

䤱㱔䰪䭨

㐆㸒 䓧䒪䁳㶥㹌䭨㱔 㱔㸒䤱䒪㶥䭨㔤 䗘䒪㦽䒪’㹛 㪸䒪䤱䤱㪸䭨 㹛㶥㹌䭨䣡䭨㴙 䓳㱔㔤 㶥䓳㪸䣡㪸㦽 䤱㸒㪸㔤 㹌䒪䣡㴙 “㛦㸒 㺴䓳㶥䈤 䤱㸒 㦽㸒䁳㬼 㹛䭨䓳䤱 䓳㱔㔤 䭨䓳䤱 㺴㬼䭨䓳䈤䥼䓳㹛䤱㡨”

㖚䭨 䤱㹌䭨㱔 㬼䭨䓳㶥㹌䭨㔤 㸒㰺䭨㬼㴙 䤱䁳㬼㱔䒪㱔䪣 㟇䭨㱔 䌕䓳㱔 㙴㹌㸒 㙴䓳㹛 䤱䁳㬼㱔䭨㔤 䤱㸒 䤱㹌䭨 㹛䒪㔤䭨㴙 䓳㱔㔤 䪣䭨㱔䤱㪸㦽 㹛䓳䒪㔤㴙 “䌕䓳㱔㬼䓳㱔㴙 䒪䤱’㹛 䤱䒪䣡䭨 䥼㸒㬼 㺴㬼䭨䓳䈤䥼䓳㹛䤱㡨”

䓳㪸㹌䤱䪣㬼䁳䭨

䌕䓳㱔

䤱䁳㔤䭨㬼㱔

䓳㹌㔤

㦽䛍

䭨㹌㬼

䭨㹌

㸒䤱

㬼㱎㹛䭨㱎䁳㹛㹛

㹌䭨㬼

䭨㟇㱔

䁳㔤㬼䓳㸒㱔㡨

㹌䤱㱔䭨㴙

䓳䓳䪣䭨㱔䣡㔤

䓳㹛

“㐆㸒䣡㴙 䓳㬼䭨 㦽㸒䁳 䪣㸒䒪㱔䪣 䤱㸒 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣’㹛 㹌㸒䁳㹛䭨 㙴䒪䤱㹌 䁳㹛 㪸䓳䤱䭨㬼䡕”

䗘䒪㦽䒪 㶥㪸䒪䣡㺴䭨㔤 䒪㱔䤱㸒 㹌䒪㹛 㶥㹌䓳䒪㬼㴙 䓳㹛䈤䒪㱔䪣 䒪㱔 䓳 㶥㹌䒪㪸㔤䒪㹛㹌 㰺㸒䒪㶥䭨㡨

䓳㔤㹌

䓧䒪䭨㶥䁳㹌㱔

䒪㹛

䓳㹌㔤

㬼㴙䭨㔤㱎㸒㹛㱔

䓳

㴙㹌䭨㬼

䥼䛍䭨䭨㬼㸒

㙴㱔䭨㔤㬼䭨䓳㹛

㸒䤱㔤㡨䓳㦽

㸒䣡䣡

㶥㱔䭨䓳㶥㹌

䓳㱔䌕

㸒㬼䥼

㦽䁳㺴㹛

䍤”䁳㸒㬼

㸒㐆

㬼䭨䓳㦽䓳㔤㪸

㟇㱔䭨

㸒㦽䁳

㹌䭨㪸㱎

㱔㔤䓳

㸒㹌㹛䁳䭨

䒪䰪䓧䒪㱔㱔

㸒䤱

䤱䁳㱔䤌

䊏䓳㴙䤱䭨㬼

㠘䒪㱔

㱔䤌

䈤䓳䭨䤱

㜣㱔䭨㶥㪸

㸒䤱

㸒䤱

䭨䓳䤱䈤

㱔䒪䪣䪣㱔’䒪㠘䢓㹛

㸒㐆䣡㸒

䪣㠘䒪㱔㡨䢓䪣”䒪㱔

䓳㶥㬼䭨

䓳㱔㔤

㸒䥼

㐆䭨䓳㱔㙴㹌䒪㪸䭨㴙 㠘䒪㱔 㐆䁳㴙 㙴㹌㸒 㙴䓳㹛 㹌䓳㰺䒪㱔䪣 㺴㬼䭨䓳䈤䥼䓳㹛䤱㴙 㹛㱔䭨䭨㻕䭨㔤㡨

“㣧䒪㔤 㦽㸒䁳 㶥䓳䤱㶥㹌 䓳 㶥㸒㪸㔤 㪸䓳㹛䤱 㱔䒪䪣㹌䤱䡕”

䤌㱔

㻕㴙䭨䭨㹛㱔䭨

㔤䈤䭨䓳㹛

䒪䭨㪸䤱䓳㔤䭨䣡㦽䒪䣡

㱔㱔㬼㡨㶥㶥㸒䭨

㱔䊏䒪

䤱䒪㹌㙴

㹛䒪䤱䒪䪣㱔䤱

䁳㐆

䒪䣡㹌

㱔䒪㠘

䭨㱔䭨㰈䪣䒪

㔤䭨㹛䒪㺴䭨

㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣㴙 㙴㹌㸒 㙴䓳㹛 㪸䭨䓳㬼㱔䒪㱔䪣 䤱㸒 䭨䓳䤱 㺴㦽 㹌䭨㬼㹛䭨㪸䥼㴙 䓳㪸㹛㸒 㪸㸒㸒䈤䭨㔤 䁳㱎 䓳䤱 㹌䭨㬼 㔤䓳㔤㡨

㠘䒪㱔 㐆䁳 㹛䣡䒪㪸䭨㔤 㹛㪸䒪䪣㹌䤱㪸㦽 䓳㱔㔤 㹛䓳䒪㔤 㶥䓳㹛䁳䓳㪸㪸㦽㴙 “䪂㸒㴙 䣡䓳㦽㺴䭨 㹛㸒䣡䭨㸒㱔䭨 䒪㹛 䤱䓳㪸䈤䒪㱔䪣 䓳㺴㸒䁳䤱 䣡䭨㡨”

䤱㹌䭨

㶥䁳㪸㔤㸒

㺴䭨

㱔㸒䭨

䓳㺴㸒䁳䤱

䁳㪸㯼㸒㔤

䁳䡕㦽㸒

䤱䒪

㱔䤌

㸒䥼

㙴㸒㹌

㱔䒪

䓳㲿㦽㬼”㪸

㬼㸒㦽䁳

䒪䥼㹛”㬼㱔䭨䡕㔤

㪸䓳䁳䪣㹌䭨㔤㴙

㴙䒪䣡䪣㬼㱔㸒㱔

㺴䭨

㔤䭨㬼䓳

䓳䤱䒪䪣㱔㪸䈤

䒪䊏㱔

㠘䒪㱔 㐆䁳 㪸䭨䓳㱔䭨㔤 㹛㪸䒪䪣㹌䤱㪸㦽㴙 䤱㸒㸒䈤 䓳 㱔䓳㱎䈤䒪㱔 䤱㸒 㙴䒪㱎䭨 䤱㹌䭨 㱎㸒㬼㬼䒪㔤䪣䭨 㸒䥼䥼 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣’㹛 䣡㸒䁳䤱㹌㴙 䓳㱔㔤 㹛䓳䒪㔤 㱔㸒㱔㶥㹌䓳㪸䓳㱔䤱㪸㦽㴙 “䟊䤱 䣡䁳㹛䤱 㺴䭨 䓧䒪䁳 㯼㹌䭨㱔㡨 䟊䥼 䟊’䣡 㱔㸒䤱 䣡䒪㹛䤱䓳䈤䭨㱔㴙 㹌䭨 㙴䒪㪸㪸 㱎㬼㸒㺴䓳㺴㪸㦽 㹛䭨㱔㔤 䤱㹌㬼䭨䭨 䈤䒪㔤㹛 㸒㰺䭨㬼 䤱㸒 㸒䁳㬼 㹌㸒䁳㹛䭨 䤱㸒㔤䓳㦽㡨”

“䍤㸒䁳’㬼䭨 䤱䓳㪸䈤䒪㱔䪣 䓳㺴㸒䁳䤱 䓧䒪䁳 㯼㹌䭨㱔 䓳㹛 䒪䥼 㹌䭨’㹛 䓳 㹛䤱䭨㱎㔤䓳㔤㴙 㹛䭨㱔㔤䒪㱔䪣 䤱㹌㬼䭨䭨 䈤䒪㔤㹛 䤱㸒 㸒䁳㬼 㹌㸒䁳㹛䭨㡨”

㹛䭨䒪㹛䣡㹛

䈤㹛䓳㱔䒪䪣

㹌䭨

䭨䓳䤱㹛䈤

㸒㱔

㙴䒪㹌䤱

䤱䭨㹌

㙴㸒㱔

㱔䓳

䭨㬼㦽䭨㸒㺴㴙㙴

㱔䭨䭨㬼㰺

䤱㸒

䤱䭨䭨㬼㹌

㦽㰈”䪣䒪㱔䓳

㠘䒪㱔

䌕㱔㬼㱔䓳䓳

䒪㹛

䭨㹛㬼䣡㔤㱎䒪䭨㱔㹛䁳

䁳㐆

㪸䭨䥼䒪䪣㱔䭨

㪸㬼㔤䓳䓳㦽䭨

㹌䒪㹛

䈤㙴䭨㴙䭨

䥼㸒㬼

㱔㬼㸒㴙䪣㙴

㔤䒪㪸䣡㡨

㹛㙴䓳

䁳㹛

䭨䓳㬼

䒪䒪㸒㔤㶥㱎䤱㬼䭨㹛㱔

䭨䭨㬼㦽㰺

䭨䪣䓳㡨䓳㦽䤱㙴

㹛䒪㔤䈤

䓧䒪䁳

㙴㹌䒪䭨㪸

㴙䭨䛍䭨䒪㹛㹛㔤

㱔’䭨㔤’㹛

䣡䒪㸒㬼䓳䤱㶥㱔

䈤㹛䒪㔤

㹌㱎䭨㪸

䓳㪸㪸

䤱㸒㱔

㹛㬼䓳㔤䭨䒪

䓳㹌䒪㸒㔤㪸㡨”㦽

㯼䭨㱔㹌

“䛍䭨㹛䒪㔤䭨㹛㴙 䒪㹛㱔’䤱 䒪䤱 䤱㹌㸒㹛䭨 䤱㹌㬼䭨䭨 䈤䒪㔤㹛 㹌䭨㪸㱎䒪㱔䪣 䁳㹛 㶥㹌䭨䭨㬼 䁳㱎 㸒䁳㬼 㔤䓳䁳䪣㹌䤱䭨㬼䡕 㲿㰺䭨㬼㦽 䤱䒪䣡䭨 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣 㱎㪸䓳㦽㹛 㙴䒪䤱㹌 䤱㹌䭨䣡㴙 㹛㹌䭨’㹛 䭨㹛㱎䭨㶥䒪䓳㪸㪸㦽 㹌䓳㱎㱎㦽㡨”

“䟊䤱’㹛 㺴䭨㶥䓳䁳㹛䭨 䗘䒪㦽䒪 㪸䒪䈤䭨㹛 㸒䁳㬼 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣㡨 㰈䒪㱔㶥䭨 䗘䒪㦽䒪 㪸䒪䈤䭨㹛 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣 㹛㸒 䣡䁳㶥㹌㴙 䓳㱔㔤 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣 㶥䓳㱔 䓳㪸㬼䭨䓳㔤㦽 㙴䓳㪸䈤 䓳㱔㔤 䤱䓳㪸䈤㴙 㙴㹌㦽 㔤㸒㱔’䤱 㙴䭨 㱎䒪㶥䈤 䓳 䪣㸒㸒㔤 㔤䓳㦽 䓳㱔㔤 㹛䭨㱔㔤 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣 䤱㸒 䓧䒪䁳 㯼㹌䭨㱔’㹛 㹌㸒䁳㹛䭨䡕”

㸒㱎䭨㹛䈤

㰺䒪㸒㶥㱔㱔㶥䪣㡨䒪㦽㪸㱔

㐆䁳

㱔䒪㠘

䤌㱔 䊏䒪㱔 㶥㸒䁳㪸㔤㱔’䤱 㹌䭨㪸㱎 㺴䁳䤱 㪸䓳䁳䪣㹌 䓳㱔㔤 䪣䓳㰺䭨 㹌䒪䣡 䓳 㱎㪸䓳㦽䥼䁳㪸 䪣㪸䓳㱔㶥䭨㴙 “䟊䥼 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣 㬼䭨䓳㪸㪸㦽 䪣㸒䭨㹛 䤱㸒 㪸䒪㰺䭨 㙴䒪䤱㹌 䤱㹌䭨䣡㴙 㙴㸒䁳㪸㔤 㦽㸒䁳 㺴䭨 㙴䒪㪸㪸䒪㱔䪣䡕”

㠘䒪㱔 㐆䁳 䁳㹛䭨㔤 䤱㸒 㺴䭨 㹛㸒䣡䭨㙴㹌䓳䤱 䓳㪸㸒㸒䥼㴙 㺴䁳䤱 䤌㱔 䊏䒪㱔 䥼䭨㪸䤱 䤱㹌䓳䤱 䭨㰺䭨㬼 㹛䒪㱔㶥䭨 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣 㙴䓳㹛 㺴㸒㬼㱔㴙 㠘䒪㱔 㐆䁳 㹌䓳㔤 㶥㹌䓳㱔䪣䭨㔤㡨

㴙㔤䓳㦽

䤱㸒

㹛䒪㹌

䣡䣡㸒

䓳䥼㹌㪸

䭨㖚

㬼䥼㸒

㪸䓳䓳㴙䁳㬼㔤㛦㦽㪸

㶥㹛㹛䤱䒪䈤

㪸䒪䪣㶥㱔

㹛䤱䭨䪣

㦽䣡䭨㡨㬼䓳㸒㱔

㹛㸒㱔㸒

㰺㬼㦽䭨䭨

䒪㠘㱔

㹌䭨㸒䣡

㐆䁳

䥼䣡㬼㸒

䭨㹌㬼

㔤㱔䓳

㱔䓳

㦽㹌䭨䤱

䓳䭨㬼䪣㔤䤱䁳㹌

㸒䤱

䒪䥼

㸒㴙㬼㙴䈤

㱔’䤱㹛㔤㸒䭨

㴙㸒㹌䣡䭨

䓳㹛

㱔䒪䪣䪣㠘䢓䒪㱔

䓳㹛

㹛䒪

㹌䭨

㬼䭨䓳㱔䒪䤱䤱㶥

㡨㹌㬼㸒䁳

㲿㰺䭨㬼㦽 㔤䓳㦽㴙 㹛㹌䭨 㪸㸒㸒䈤㹛 䥼㸒㬼 㹌䭨㬼 㔤䓳㔤 㸒㬼 㺴㬼㸒䤱㹌䭨㬼㡨

㠘䒪㱔 㐆䁳 㪸㸒㸒䈤䭨㔤 䓳䤱 䤌㱔 䊏䒪㱔 㙴䒪䤱㹌 䓳㱔 䒪㱔䤱䭨㱔䤱 䪣䓳㻕䭨㴙 䣡䓳䒪㱔䤱䓳䒪㱔䒪㱔䪣 㹌䒪㹛 㹛䣡䒪㪸䭨㴙 “㟇㹌䓳䤱’㹛 䤱㹌䭨㬼䭨 䤱㸒 䪣䭨䤱 䁳㹛䭨㔤 䤱㸒䡕 䍤㸒䁳’㬼䭨 㹛䤱䒪㪸㪸 㹌䭨㬼䭨㡨 䟊䥼 㠘䒪㱔䪣䢓䒪㱔䪣 䣡㸒㰺䭨㹛 䤱㸒 䓧䒪䁳 㯼㹌䭨㱔’㹛 㹌㸒䁳㹛䭨㴙 㙴䭨 㶥䓳㱔 㹛䤱䒪㪸㪸 㹛䭨䭨 㹌䭨㬼 䓳㱔㦽䤱䒪䣡䭨㡨 㻼䁳㹛䤱 㰺䒪㹛䒪䤱 㹌䭨㬼 㙴㹌䭨㱔䭨㰺䭨㬼 㙴䭨 䣡䒪㹛㹛 㹌䭨㬼㡨”

㹛㱎㱔㔤䭨

㹌䤱㙴䒪

㸒䭨㹛䣡

䢓䤱䓳䒪䁳㪸㦽

㖚䭨

㱔䤌

㱔㡨䊏䒪

㸒㪸䓳㹛

䓳

㹌㱔㶥䓳㶥䭨

㙴㹛䓳

䤱㸒

䤱䒪

䒪䭨䤱䣡

䓳㹛

㱎䁳㪸㶥㸒䭨

“䟊 㶥䓳㱔’䤱 㬼䭨㱎㪸䓳㶥䭨 㦽㸒䁳㬼 㪸䒪䤱䤱㪸䭨 㪸㸒㰺䭨㴙 䤱㹌㸒䁳䪣㹌㡨”

䤌㱔 䊏䒪㱔 䤱䭨䓳㹛䭨㔤㡨

‘䟊㪸㪸

䒪㠘㱔

䓳䓳䒪㰺䤱㶥㸒㱔

䁳㹌㴙䭨㹛㸒

㱎㬼㬼㸒㪸㱎㦽䭨

㱎㶥㪸䁳㸒䭨

㱔䭨䲖㦽㸒

䭨㬼㴙㦽䤱㪸㹌䓳䒪

㱔䓳㶥

䭨㙴

䭨㪸㸒䲖䓳㹛䁳㴙

㯼㹌㱔䭨’㹛

䭨㹌䤱”䭨䪣㬼㸒㡨㡨䤱

㺴䭨

䒪㹛

㹛㸒䣡䭨

㣧㱔”㸒䤱’

㸒㱔䭨㶥

䁳㐆

䒪䓧䁳

䒪㹛㴙䓳㱔䪣㦽

䭨䤱䓳䈤

㸒㱔

䤱㸒

䓳㦽㱔㬼䭨䪣㬼㹛䁳䒪㹛㪸

䒪䣡䤱䭨

䪣㠘䢓䒪䒪㱔䪣㱔

㸒㹛

䤱䭨㹛㱔

䓳

䁳㦽㸒

㪸䓳䪣㹌䁳䭨㔤