Read Novel Full Chapter 2157: Chapter 2156: Leave Everything to Me
Chapter 2157: Chapter 2156: Leave Everything to Me
Early the next morning, Jing Xiaocha woke up early.
It’s not her own home, she’s not quite used to it, especially since it’s Wen Jin’s house. She couldn’t sleep until late.
After washing up, she went downstairs where Aunt Chen was busy in the kitchen.
Upon hearing footsteps, Aunt Chen turned around and, seeing it was Jing Xiaocha, immediately displayed a kind smile, “Xiaocha, why are you up so early? Is it because you’re not used to sleeping here?”
“No, Aunt Chen.”
Jing Xiaocha shook her head with a smile and walked into the kitchen, “I slept very well, Aunt Chen. Do you need any help?”
“Your arm hasn’t healed yet, so don’t help. Otherwise, Ah Jin will scold you again. Go rest in the living room; breakfast will be ready in half an hour.”
Jing Xiaocha chatted with Aunt Chen in the kitchen for a while. When she came out to the living room, Wen Jin was just coming down from upstairs.
Seeing her, Wen Jin raised his eyebrows slightly and a pleased curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, “Up so early?”
“Brother Wen, you’re up early too.”
Jing Xiaocha replied with a bright smile.
Wen Jin smiled, walked over to the sofa, and sat down, picking up the newspaper that was placed on the coffee table.
Jing Xiaocha stood in front of the sofa, watching Wen Jin read the newspaper, and smiled, “Brother Wen, do you want some water? I’ll get you a glass.”
“No need for that, sit down and rest for a while.”
Wen Jin looked up at her briefly; her arm was injured, yet she was still thinking of getting water for him.
No sooner did he finish speaking, Wen Jin saw something in the content, his handsome eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and the previously gentle expression instantly darkened.
Jing Xiaocha noticed the change in his expression and couldn’t help but feel suspicious, “Brother Wen, what’s wrong?”
Wen Jin lifted his head from the newspaper, meeting her concerned eyes, and pursed his lips, “Xiaocha, come here.”
Jing Xiaocha blinked in confusion, yet moved forward a couple of steps and sat beside him.
Wen Jin moved the newspaper closer to her, so they could look at it together.
When Jing Xiaocha clearly saw the contents on the paper, her face changed color instantly. Before she could speak, Wen Jin’s calm and steady voice spoke first, “Don’t go out these days, I will handle these rumors, it will pass in a couple of days.”
His voice was peaceful, but careful listening would reveal a tinge of winter coldness in his tone.
“Brother Wen, these aren’t true. It’s definitely Zhang Jinlei saying nonsense to the reporters.”
Rising anger filled Jing Xiaocha’s heart; besides Zhang Jinlei, no one else knew about her past.
Wen Jin watched her face turn pale and gently clasped her left hand in his palm, soothing her, “Don’t be upset or angry, don’t let these baseless rumors affect your mood. Only Zhang Jinlei knows about your past, if it was him, I’ll find out.”
“Brother Wen, I never did those things…”
“I know.”
Wen Jin’s eyes showed a glimpse of pity, increasing the grip on her hand slightly.
“Rumors can never become facts, regardless of who created them, I will ensure they pay the rightful price.”
Jing Xiaocha felt a bit better; although the newspaper disgraced her, at least Brother Wen believed her.
“Brother Wen, as long as you believe in me.”
She took a deep breath and suddenly saw clarity; she seemed to no longer be angry, “I have done nothing wrong, I will call Zhang Jinlei now and ask why he did this.”
As Jing Xiaocha said this, she attempted to pull her hand out of Wen Jin’s grasp.
However, Wen Jin’s grip tightened, and she paused, noticing a light surprise in Wen Jin’s eyes.
“Leave it to me to handle.”
Whether Zhang Jinlei leaked information to the press or not, Wen Jin didn’t want Jing Xiaocha to contact him, hearing hurtful words.
Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips.
Wen Jin said gently, “From now on, leave your issues to me.”
Her heart warmed, and Jing Xiaocha nodded gently.
She understood that Brother Wen didn’t want her to be hurt, and wanted to keep her sheltered under his wings.
To protect her from harm.
Thinking about what he said last night, that he would try his best to treat her well, she was moved again, “Brother Wen, thank you.”
Just as her words fell, Wen Jin’s phone rang.
The caller ID showed Ranran’s name.
Wen Jin’s eyes flashed slightly, guessing Ranran must have seen the newspaper too and was calling him.
**
Meanwhile, at the Zheng family.
Zheng Shirui saw the content of today’s newspaper and smiled contently.
The smile carried a hint of coldness, “Jing Xiaocha, you wanted to ruin me, now it’s your turn to be ruined.”
Zheng Liangzhu and his wife came down from the second floor and saw Zheng Shirui seriously reading the newspaper, a rare sight, and couldn’t help but laugh, “Shirui, why are you up so early today, and so seriously reading the paper?”
“Dad, Mom, I have good news for you.”
Zheng Shirui waved the newspaper at Zheng Liangzhu and Mother Zheng coming downstairs.
“What good news?”
Mother Zheng asked, smiling. A few days ago, Jin Zheyu told them that Jing Xiaocha would drop the charges against their daughter, dispersing the cloud over their family.
“You’ll know when you see it.”
Zheng Shirui said proudly.
Zheng Liangzhu and Mother Zheng came to the sofa and sat on Zheng Shirui’s left and right. Zheng Liangzhu took the newspaper from Zheng Shirui’s hand, scanning through it quickly, his expression suddenly changing.
“Shirui, what’s going on?”
Zheng Liangzhu sternly looked at Zheng Shirui.
Zheng Shirui sneered indifferently, “That little bitch Jing Xiaocha, she thinks that by not suing me, I will let her go? She’s dreaming.”
“You are really foolish.”
Zheng Liangzhu scolded loudly.
Since when had this daughter become so stupid, or was she blinded by love, clouded by jealousy?
“How can you talk about our daughter like this? That Jing Xiaocha is nothing but a powerless vixen who knows a few tricks to deceive men, even if our daughter leaked something to the press, it was to make the world see her for what she is.”
Mother Zheng said, displeased, defending Zheng Shirui.
Zheng Liangzhu was furious, “Do you think Jing Xiaocha is easy to bully just because she is powerless?”
“A small arm can’t twist the thigh, surely she can’t cause a storm.”
Mother Zheng didn’t care.
She believed even if her daughter destroyed Jing Xiaocha, it was Jing Xiaocha getting what she deserved, or rather it was no big deal.
Jing Xiaocha was just an ordinary woman.
Zheng Liangzhu snorted angrily, “It’s your spoiling that turned Shirui into this. Though Jing Xiaocha has no power or influence, the Wen family, Mo family, Gu family behind her, not one of them is easy to deal with.”
“They aren’t related to Jing Xiaocha, they won’t really go all out to help her.”
Zheng Shirui didn’t believe it either.
In this profit-driven society, without benefit, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Jin couldn’t possibly protect Jing Xiaocha time and time again.
“Do you know Wen Jin has already hired a private investigator to look into you for Jing Xiaocha?”
Upon hearing this, the cold smile and disdain on Zheng Shirui’s face were replaced by shock.
㨩䗃䕏䟬㜦䖁䟬㪔㜦㤵䕏
㪣㪣㨩䕏䖁㣟䕏
䕏䴪㨩
擄
老
蘆
盧
擄
“㴝㣟䕏
櫓
蘆
䖁㪔䠑㜦
㚟㪔䠑
盧
䎭㪔㷣”䠑
㨩㜦䶗
爐
魯
䉪䴹㪣
䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 䮹㜦㪔㨩㤵㯎㚟䉪 㤵㪔䗃䕏 㚟䕏䯕 㪔 䞙㪣㪣㔓 㪣㾲 䉪䟬䟬䕏䯕 㾲㪣㪣䞙㜦䖁㚟㨩䕏䖁䖁㷣 䟬㪣䖁䖁䕏䠑 䟬㚟䕏 㨩䕏㙯䖁㽊㪔㽊䕏䯕 㪣㨩䟬㪣 䟬㚟䕏 䟤㪣㾲㾲䕏䕏 䟬㪔㯁䞙䕏㷣 “㢔㚟㪔䟬’䖁 䯕㜦㤵㚟䟬㷣 䣇 䟬㪔䞙㔓䕏䠑 䟬㪣 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 䟬㚟㪔䟬 䠑㪔䴹㗮 㕍䕏 䟬㪣䞙䠑 㣟䕏 㽊䕏䯕䖁㪣㨩㪔䞙䞙䴹 䟬㚟㪔䟬 㜦㾲 㪔㨩䴹 䖁䟤㪔㨩䠑㪔䞙䖁 㪔㯁㪣䉪䟬 䶗㜦㨩㤵 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔 㪔㽊㽊䕏㪔䯕䕏䠑 㜦㨩 䟬㚟䕏 㨩䕏㙯䖁㽊㪔㽊䕏䯕䖁 㪣䯕 㣟㪔㤵㪔㯎㜦㨩䕏䖁㷣 䟬㚟䕏㨩 䴹㪣䉪䯕 䖁䟤㪔㨩䠑㪔䞙䖁 㙯㪣䉪䞙䠑 㪔䞙䖁㪣 㯁䕏䟤㪣㣟䕏 㽊䉪㯁䞙㜦䟤㗮”
䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦’䖁 㾲㪔䟤䕏 䖁䉪䠑䠑䕏㨩䞙䴹 䟬䉪䯕㨩䕏䠑 㽊㪔䞙䕏㗮
㪣㾲
䞙㪔㾲䠑䕏䖁㚟
㚟㨩䟬㜦
㚟䕏䯕
㜦㨩㽊䟤㪔
㨩㜦
㓽
䕏䖁䴹䕏㗮
“䎭㪔䠑㷣 㙯㚟㪔䟬 䠑㪣䕏䖁 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 㔓㨩㪣㙯㴝”
䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦 㙯㪔䖁 䗃䕏䯕䴹 㪔㙯㪔䯕䕏 㪣㾲 㚟䕏䯕 㪣㙯㨩 㜦㨩䠑䉪䞙㤵䕏㨩䟬 㽊㪔䖁䟬 㽊䯕㜦䗃㪔䟬䕏 䞙㜦㾲䕏䲔 䶗㜦㨩 䃸㚟䕏䴹䉪 㙯㪔䖁 㪣䯕㜦㤵㜦㨩㪔䞙䞙䴹 䉪㨩㙯㜦䞙䞙㜦㨩㤵 䟬㪣 㣟㪔䯕䯕䴹 㚟䕏䯕㗮
䟬䉪㪣
䕏㨩䕏䗃
䟬㚟䕏
㾲㜦
㨩䶗㜦
㜦䟤䯕䞙㜦䖁䉪㪣䠑䉪
䕏㚟䯕
㚟䖁䕏
䖁㚟㪣䕏䟬
㜦㨩䟬㪣
㷣㭷㪔㣟㜦䞙䴹
䕏䯕㚟
䉪㯁㪔䟬㪣
㾲㪣
䕏㚟䟬
䟬㪣
㪣㾲䠑䉪㨩
㾲䣇
㪣㾲䯕
㪔䟬
㜦䞙㗮䕏㾲
㙯㪣䞙䠑䉪
䖁㚟䕏
䕏㚟䴹䃸䉪
䯕䯕㜦䕏䠑㣟㪔
㜦䶗㨩
㚟䕏
㪔䯕䠑䕏㤵䯕
䯕䕏䟬䖁
㪣䞙㔓㪣
㪣䠑㷣㨩䕏
䕏䕏䯕䗃㨩
㚟㪔䠑
䕏㤵䟬
㪔䴹㨩
䟬㨩㚟㜦㤵䖁
㚟䖁䕏
㜦㙯䟬㚟
㴂䕏䕏㜦㨩㤵 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦’䖁 㾲㪔䟤䕏 䟬䉪䯕㨩 㽊㪔䞙䕏㷣 㢦㪣䟬㚟䕏䯕 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵㷣 㙯㚟㪣 㙯㪔䖁 㯁䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏 㚟䕏䯕㷣 㪔䞙䖁㪣 㤵䯕䕏㙯 䟬䕏㨩䖁䕏 㪔㨩䠑 㪔䖁㔓䕏䠑 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 䮹㜦㪔㨩㤵㯎㚟䉪㷣 “䴪㚟㪔䟬 䠑㪣䕏䖁 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 㔓㨩㪣㙯㴝”
“㕍㪣㙯 㙯㪣䉪䞙䠑 䣇 㔓㨩㪣㙯㴝 㕍䕏 䥒䉪䖁䟬 䟬㪣䞙䠑 㣟䕏 㚟䕏 㚟㪔䖁 䖁䕏䟤䯕䕏䟬䖁 㪔㯁㪣䉪䟬 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦㗮 䣇 䖁㪔㜦䠑 㯁䕏㾲㪣䯕䕏㷣 䶗㜦㨩㤵 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔 㣟㜦㤵㚟䟬 㯁䕏 䕏㪔䖁䴹 䟬㪣 㯁䉪䞙䞙䴹㷣 㯁䉪䟬 䖁㚟䕏 㚟㪔䖁 㽊䕏㪣㽊䞙䕏 㽊䯕㪣䟬䕏䟤䟬㜦㨩㤵 㚟䕏䯕㗮 㴂㜦㨩䟤䕏 䖁㚟䕏’䖁 㙯㜦䞙䞙㜦㨩㤵 䟬㪣 䟤㪣㣟㽊䯕㪣㣟㜦䖁䕏㷣 䴹㪣䉪 䖁㚟㪣䉪䞙䠑㨩’䟬 㔓䕏䕏㽊 㽊䯕㪣䗃㪣㔓㜦㨩㤵 㚟䕏䯕㷣 㯁䉪䟬 䴹㪣䉪 䥒䉪䖁䟬 㙯㪣䉪䞙䠑㨩’䟬 䞙㜦䖁䟬䕏㨩㗮”
䟬㪣
㤵䴹㜦㴂㨩㪔
㚟䃸㨩㤵䕏
䉪䮹㯎㜦㨩㚟㤵㪔
䟤㯎䟬䟤䕏䯕㜦㜦㜦
䯕䠑䖁䟬䕏㪔䟬
㚟㨩䃸㤵䕏
䖁㷣㜦䟬㚟
㜦䉪㗮㴂䯕㜦㚟
㕍䕏 㙯㪔䖁㨩’䟬 䥒䉪䖁䟬 㪔㾲䯕㪔㜦䠑 㪣㾲 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 䉪㨩䟤㪣䗃䕏䯕㜦㨩㤵 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦’䖁 㽊㪔䖁䟬䲔 㚟䕏 㙯㪔䖁 㪔䞙䖁㪣 㙯㪣䯕䯕㜦䕏䠑 㪔㯁㪣䉪䟬 㣟㪣䯕䕏 䟬㚟㜦㨩㤵䖁 㯁䕏㜦㨩㤵 䠑䯕㪔㤵㤵䕏䠑 㪣䉪䟬㗮 㢔㚟㜦㨩㤵䖁 㚟㪔䠑㨩’䟬 㯁䕏䕏㨩 㽊䕏㪔䟤䕏㾲䉪䞙 䞙㪔䟬䕏䞙䴹㗮㗮㗮
䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦 䟬㜦㤵㚟䟬䞙䴹 㽊䉪䯕䖁䕏䠑 㚟䕏䯕 䞙㜦㽊䖁 㪔㨩䠑 䖁㪔㜦䠑 䖁䟬㜦㾲㾲䞙䴹㷣 “䶗㜦㨩㤵 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔 䠑㪣䕏䖁㨩’䟬 㔓㨩㪣㙯 䟬㚟㪔䟬 䣇’㣟 䟬㚟䕏 㪣㨩䕏 㙯㚟㪣 䞙䕏㪔㔓䕏䠑 䟬㚟䕏 㜦㨩㾲㪣䯕㣟㪔䟬㜦㪣㨩㗮 㓽䖁 䞙㪣㨩㤵 㪔䖁 䣇 䠑㪣㨩’䟬 㪔䠑㣟㜦䟬 㜦䟬㷣 㙯㚟㪔䟬 䕏䗃㜦䠑䕏㨩䟤䕏 䟤㪔㨩 䖁㚟䕏 㚟㪔䗃䕏㴝”
“䖁㪔’㢔㚟䟬
㪣䴹䉪
㚟㴂㜦㜦䯕䉪㷣
㪣䞙䉪㪔㯁䖁䴹䕏䞙䟬
㪔䟬䟤㨩㨩㪣
㜦㪔㣟䟬䠑
䕏㔓㪔䕏䞙䠑
䉪㪣䴹
䟬㜦㪣㗮㪣㣟㾲䯕㪔㨩”㜦㨩
㢦䟬㪣㚟䕏䯕
㨩䃸㚟䕏㤵
㚟䟬䕏
㤵䠑㪔䕏㗮䯕䕏
㜦㤵䯕䟬㚟㷣
㓽㾲䟬䕏䯕 㽊㪣㨩䠑䕏䯕㜦㨩㤵 㾲㪣䯕 㪔 㣟㪣㣟䕏㨩䟬㷣 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 䮹㜦㪔㨩㤵㯎㚟䉪 䖁㪔㜦䠑㷣 “㭷㪣䯕 㨩㪣㙯㷣 䟬㚟㪔䟬’䖁 㪔䞙䞙 㙯䕏 䟤㪔㨩 䠑㪣㗮 㓽㨩䴹㙯㪔䴹㷣 䟬㚟䕏 㜦㨩㾲㪣䯕㣟㪔䟬㜦㪣㨩 㪔㯁㪣䉪䟬 䶗㜦㨩㤵 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔 㙯㪔䖁 䯕䕏䗃䕏㪔䞙䕏䠑 㯁䴹 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦㗮 䶗㜦㨩㤵 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔 㪔㨩䠑 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 䖁㚟㪣䉪䞙䠑 䟬㚟㜦㨩㔓 㪣㾲 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦 㾲㜦䯕䖁䟬㗮”
“䴪㚟䴹 䠑㪣㨩’䟬 㙯䕏 㤵㜦䗃䕏 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦 䖁㪣㣟䕏 㣟㪣㨩䕏䴹 㪔㨩䠑 㚟㪔䗃䕏 㚟㜦㣟 㪔䠑㣟㜦䟬 㚟䕏 䞙䕏㪔㔓䕏䠑 䟬㚟䕏 㜦㨩㾲㪣䯕㣟㪔䟬㜦㪣㨩㴝”
䃸㚟㨩㤵䕏
㚟䟬㢦䕏㪣䯕
㗮䕏䖁䕏䖁䉪㤵䠑㤵䟬
㴂㚟䕏 㙯㪔䖁 㪔䞙䖁㪣 㪔㾲䯕㪔㜦䠑 㪣㾲 㚟䕏䯕 䠑㪔䉪㤵㚟䟬䕏䯕’䖁 䖁㚟㪔㣟䕏㾲䉪䞙 㽊㪔䖁䟬 㯁䕏㜦㨩㤵 䕏䛾㽊㪣䖁䕏䠑㗮
“㢔㚟㪔䟬’䖁 㪔䞙䞙 㙯䕏 䟤㪔㨩 䠑㪣㗮”
䕏㚟㤵㨩䃸
㪣䖁㚟䟬
㚟䕏
䟬䕏䯕㓽㾲
䕏䖁㾲㚟㜦㨩䠑㜦
㚟㨩㪔䉪䮹㜦㤵㯎
㨩㤵䃸㚟䕏
㪔䟬
㤵䕏䯕㪔䞙
㔓㨩㜦㪔䖁㽊㷣䕏㤵
㪔
㴂䯕㜦㚟㗮㜦䉪
䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦 䠑㪔䯕䕏䠑 㨩㪣䟬 䯕䕏㾲䉪䟬䕏 㾲䉪䯕䟬㚟䕏䯕䲔 䉪㨩䠑䕏䯕 㚟䕏䯕 㾲㪔䟬㚟䕏䯕’䖁 㤵䞙㪔䯕䕏㷣 䖁㚟䕏 㤵䉪㜦䞙䟬㜦䞙䴹 䞙㪣㙯䕏䯕䕏䠑 㚟䕏䯕 㚟䕏㪔䠑㗮
䟮䟮
㪔
䉪㽊䯕䔕㗮㪣
㚟䕏䟬
㯁㨩䞙㤵䉪㜦㜦䠑
䟤㪔䯕㪣䟬㾲䴹
䉪䠑㨩䕏䯕
㾲㪣
㾲㪣㜦䟤䕏㾲
䣇㨩
㪣㪔䕏㕍㚟㨩䟤
䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 㪔㨩䠑 㵧㜦㨩 㢦䉪 䖁㪔䟬 㪣㨩 䟬㚟䕏 䖁㪣㾲㪔 㜦㨩 䟬㚟䕏 㪣㾲㾲㜦䟤䕏㷣 㙯㜦䟬㚟 䟬㙯㪣 䖁䟬䕏㪔㣟㜦㨩㤵 䟤䉪㽊䖁 㪣㾲 䟤㪣㾲㾲䕏䕏 㪣㨩 䟬㚟䕏 䟤㪣㾲㾲䕏䕏 䟬㪔㯁䞙䕏 㜦㨩 㾲䯕㪣㨩䟬 㪣㾲 䟬㚟䕏㣟㗮
㢔㚟䕏 㾲㪔㜦㨩䟬 㪔䯕㪣㣟㪔 㪣㾲 䟤㪣㾲㾲䕏䕏 㾲㜦䞙䞙䕏䠑 䟬㚟䕏 䯕㪣㪣㣟㗮
䕏㪔䕏䞙䯕㜦䯕
㙯䯕䕏䕏
䕏䖁㚟㪣㙯
㨩䠑㪔
䖁䕏㷣㨩䟬䯕
䉪䕏䟬䯕䖁㪔䕏㾲
㢦䉪
䞙䠑䟤㪣
㵧㜦㨩
䶗㜦㨩㤵
䉪㪔㨩㚟㤵䮹㯎㜦
㪔㨩䠑
㪣䟬䉪㯁㪔
䉪䮹㪔㯎㨩㤵㜦㚟
㪔䟬
㪔䟬㚟䟬
䖁䣇
䖁㜦㪔䉪㨩㜦㗮㪣䟬䟬
䯕㨩㽊䕏㪔㙯䖁㽊䕏
㚟䟬䕏
䕏㨩䞙㤵䠑䟤㪔
㚟䟬䕏
㚟㨩䃸㤵䕏
㪔䟬䕏㯁䞙
㚟䕏䟬
㪔䖁䞙㪣
㪔’䛞㪔䖁㪣㜦㚟䟤
㪣䟬
㜦䠑㴝㪔䕏”㣟
㪔䃸㨩㤵㚟
䕏䠑㯁䕏㜦䖁䖁
䕏䖁㽊㯁䞙㪣䖁㜦
㨩㜦䕏䞙䶗㜦㷣
㙯䕏㔓㨩
㨩䕏䴪
㜦㨩㷣䶗
䚡”䉪㪣
㤵䃸㚟㨩䕏
䟬䟬㪔㚟
㨩㪣
䞙㔓䕏䠑䕏㪔
㪔䖁䠑㜦
㜦䟬
䟬㜦
㨩䕏䠑䟬㨩䕏㣟㪣㜦
䟬㪣
“䴪䕏 䟤㪔㨩’䟬 䯕䉪䞙䕏 㪣䉪䟬 䟬㚟㪔䟬 㽊㪣䖁䖁㜦㯁㜦䞙㜦䟬䴹㗮”
䎭䕏䕏㽊 㙯㜦䟬㚟㜦㨩 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩’䖁 䕏䴹䕏䖁㷣 㪔 䟬䯕㪔䟤䕏 㪣㾲 䟤㪣䞙䠑㨩䕏䖁䖁 㾲㪣䯕㣟䕏䠑㷣 㚟㜦䖁 䗃㪣㜦䟤䕏 䟤㪔䯕䯕䴹㜦㨩㤵 㪔 㚟㜦㨩䟬 㪣㾲 㙯㜦㨩䟬䕏䯕 䟤㚟㜦䞙䞙㷣 “䣇 䟬㪣䞙䠑 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 䮹㜦㪔㨩㤵㯎㚟䉪 㯁䕏㾲㪣䯕䕏 䟬㚟㪔䟬 䣇 㚟㪔䗃䕏 䖁䕏䟤䯕䕏䟬䖁 䯕䕏㤵㪔䯕䠑㜦㨩㤵 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦㗮 䎂㪣㙯 䟬㚟㪔䟬 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔 㚟㪔䖁 㪔㤵䯕䕏䕏䠑 䟬㪣 䞙䕏䟬 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦 㤵㪣㷣 㙯㚟㪔䟬 䯕䕏㪔䖁㪣㨩 䠑㪣䕏䖁 㚟䕏 㚟㪔䗃䕏 䟬㪣 䠑㪣 䟬㚟㜦䖁㴝”
㜦䟬㣟㪣䗃䕏
㜦㨩䟬㾲㯁䕏䕏
㙯㪣䗃䯕䕏㷣䕏㕍
㾲㜦”㨩㪣㪔㜦䯕㪣㴝䟬㨩㣟
䯕䟬䠑䉪䖁䕏䟤㨩䟬㜦
㪣䟬
㜦㜦䶗㨩䞙䕏
䴹㪣’䯕䕏䉪
䕏䟬㚟
䉪䮹㜦㨩㯎㚟㪔㤵
㪔㨩䠑
㚟㗮㜦㣟
㪣㭷㣟”䯕
䟬䕏㚟
㵧㜦㨩
㚟䃸㤵䕏㨩
䉪㢦
䟤䉪㚟䖁
䠑㽊㪣㨩䠑䕏䯕䕏
㪔
䠑㪣
䕏㪔㚟䗃
㷣㨩㜦䖁䴹㤵㪔
㨩䕏䟬䖁䠑㪣’
㚟㙯㪔䟬
㪔㨩䠑
䴹㯁
‘䠑㪣䞙㙯䉪㨩䟬
㷣㨩㚟㤵䟬㜦
㪔䠑㷣䖁㜦
㙯䞙䠑䉪㪣
‘䟬䖁㨩㪔㙯
㚟䕏
䞙㪔䕏㔓
㚟㙯䴹
㾲㜦
㪔㨩䴹㪣㨩䕏㷣
㜦䟬
㪔㚟㨩㤵䃸
㭷㪣㪣䟬䖁䟬䕏㽊䖁 䖁㪣䉪㨩䠑䕏䠑 㪣䉪䟬䖁㜦䠑䕏㗮
䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 㪔㨩䠑 㵧㜦㨩 㢦䉪 㚟㪔䞙䟬䕏䠑 䟬㚟䕏㜦䯕 䟤㪣㨩䗃䕏䯕䖁㪔䟬㜦㪣㨩 㪔䖁 㪔 㔓㨩㪣䟤㔓 㪣㨩 䟬㚟䕏 䠑㪣㪣䯕 㙯㪔䖁 㚟䕏㪔䯕䠑㷣 㪔㨩䠑 㵧㜦㨩 㢦䉪 䟤㪔䖁䉪㪔䞙䞙䴹 䖁㪔㜦䠑 “䫆㪣㣟䕏 㜦㨩㗮”
㾲㜦䟤䕏㪣㾲
㨩㙯䯕䕏㪔㜦㤵
㯎䕏㪔㤵
㚟䖁㜦
㪔㙯䖁
㾲䖁㪔㷣㪣
䶗㨩㜦
㜦㵧㨩
䕏㚟䟬
䠑䯕㪣㪣
㨩䴪䕏
䯕㜦䞙䟤䕏㗮㔓䕏㾲䠑
㣟䕏䟤㪔
㚟㢔䕏
㾲㣟䯕㪣
㪔㨩䠑
㨩㪣
䖁䕏㤵㨩䕏㜦
㢦䉪
䟤䞙䕏㪣䟬㚟㷣䖁
㽊㪣㨩䣢
䟬䖁䠑䕏㪔䕏
㔓䯕㪣㙯
㪣䉪䕏䠑㜦䖁䟬㗮
㜦䕏㷣㜦㨩䶗䞙
㨩㜦
䉪㚟䕏䖁㽊䠑
䠑㪔㨩
㨩㚟㪔㤵䃸
㪣㽊㨩䕏㷣
㓽 䖁䉪㯁䟬䞙䕏 䟤㚟㪔㨩㤵䕏 㜦㨩 䕏䛾㽊䯕䕏䖁䖁㜦㪣㨩 䟤䯕㪣䖁䖁䕏䠑 㚟㜦䖁 㾲㪔䟤䕏㗮 㕍䕏 㙯㪔䞙㔓䕏䠑 䟬㪣 䟬㚟䕏 䖁㪣㾲㪔㷣 䖁㪣㣟䕏㙯㚟㪔䟬 䉪㨩䕏㪔䖁㜦䞙䴹 㤵䯕䕏䕏䟬㜦㨩㤵 㵧㜦㨩 㢦䉪 㪔㨩䠑 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩㷣 “䎻䯕䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏㨩䟬 㵧㜦㨩㷣 䎻䯕䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏㨩䟬 䴪䕏㨩㷣 㪔䯕䕏 䴹㪣䉪 䞙㪣㪣㔓㜦㨩㤵 㾲㪣䯕 㣟䕏㴝”
㵧㜦㨩 㢦䉪 䠑㜦䠑㨩’䟬 䖁㽊䕏㪔㔓 㪔㨩䠑 㣟䕏䯕䕏䞙䴹 䟤㪔䖁䟬 㪔 䟤㪔䞙㣟 㤵㪔㯎䕏 㪣䗃䕏䯕 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦 㯁䕏㾲㪣䯕䕏 䞙㪣㪣㔓㜦㨩㤵 㪔䟬 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩㗮
䖁䯕㪔㽊㚟
㕍”䕏㪔䗃
䞙㜦㜦䟤䴹
䖁㚟㜦
㓽
㜦’䶗䖁㨩
䉪㪣䴹
䴪㨩䕏
䞙㨩㜦㤵䟬
㨩㤵䃸㚟㪔
㚟䟬䉪㪣㤵䯕㚟
䠑䞙㪣䟤
䕏䠑䯕㪔
㪣㨩
㨩䶗㜦㷣㜦䕏䞙
㪔㤵䕏㯎
䴹䕏㷣䕏䖁
㪔䖁䕏㾲䠑䞙㚟
㪣䟬䖁䴹㪔䠑’
䟬䕏䖁䠑䯕䕏
㨩䖁䕏㴝㽊䯕”㪔䕏㽊㙯
䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦’䖁 䕏䛾㽊䯕䕏䖁䖁㜦㪣㨩 䖁䞙㜦㤵㚟䟬䞙䴹 䖁䟬㜦㾲㾲䕏㨩䕏䠑㗮
䣇㨩䖁䟬㜦㨩䟤䟬㜦䗃䕏䞙䴹㷣 㚟䕏 䞙㪣㙯䕏䯕䕏䠑 㚟㜦䖁 㚟䕏㪔䠑㷣 㨩㪣䟬 䠑㪔䯕㜦㨩㤵 䟬㪣 㣟䕏䕏䟬 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩’䖁 䕏䴹䕏㗮
䕏㢔㚟
㪣䕏䖁㨩㽊㽊㨩’䟬㪣
㪣㷣䟬㨩㤵䖁䯕
㪔䉪䯕㪔
䟬㪣㪣
䟬㗮㤵㨩䞙㜦䕏
䟬㪣㪣
䖁㚟㜦
䟤㪣䞙㷣䠑
㤵㨩㣟㪔㜦㔓
㙯㪔䖁
䖁䟤㽊㪔䞙
“䎻䯕䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏㨩䟬 䴪䕏㨩㷣 䣇 㚟㪔䗃䕏㨩’䟬 䯕䕏㪔䠑 㜦䟬㗮”
“㢔㚟䕏㨩 䟬㪔㔓䕏 㪔 䞙㪣㪣㔓 㨩㪣㙯㗮 㢔㚟䕏䖁䕏 㙯㪣䯕䠑䖁 㪣㨩 䟬㚟䕏 㨩䕏㙯䖁㽊㪔㽊䕏䯕 䟤㪔㣟䕏 㾲䯕㪣㣟 䴹㪣䉪㗮” 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 䖁㪔㜦䠑 㪔㨩䠑 䟬㚟䯕䕏㙯 䟬㚟䕏 㨩䕏㙯䖁㽊㪔㽊䕏䯕 㪔䟬 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦’䖁 㾲㪔䟤䕏㗮
㨩䶗䞙㜦㜦䕏
㜦䟬㚟
㚟㜦䖁
㪔䠑㨩
䉪䟬䯕䠑䕏㨩
䕏䟬㚟
䖁䕏㜦䠑
䟬㚟䕏
㨩䕏㙯䖁㽊㪔㽊䕏䯕
䲔㪔㪔䴹㙯
㾲䕏㪔䟤
㨩㜦䟬㨩䖁䟤䗃㜦䟬䞙䕏䴹㜦
㪔㚟㨩㤵䃸
㗮㾲㪣䯕㪣䞙
䟤㾲䕏㪔
㚟㜦䖁
㪣㨩䕏
䞙䕏㾲䞙
㪣䟬
㾲㪣
㕍䕏 㯁䕏㨩䟬 䠑㪣㙯㨩 䟬㪣 㽊㜦䟤㔓 㜦䟬 䉪㽊 㪔㨩䠑 䖁䟬㪔䯕䟬䕏䠑 䯕䕏㪔䠑㜦㨩㤵㗮
㵧㜦㨩 㢦䉪 㔓䕏㽊䟬 㪣㯁䖁䕏䯕䗃㜦㨩㤵 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦㷣 㨩㪣䟬㜦䟤㜦㨩㤵 㚟䕏 㽊㪔䉪䖁䕏䠑 㾲㪣䯕 㪔 㾲䕏㙯 䖁䕏䟤㪣㨩䠑䖁 㯁䕏㾲㪣䯕䕏 䖁䟬㪔㨩䠑㜦㨩㤵 䉪㽊㷣 䟬㚟䕏㨩 㯁䕏㤵㪔㨩 䟬㪣 䯕䕏㪔䠑 䟬㚟䕏 㨩䕏㙯䖁㽊㪔㽊䕏䯕㗮
㣟㪣㾲䯕
㪔㨩䠑
㪣㾲
㾲䕏㪣䟤㾲䕏
㤵㜦䟬䴹䞙䖁㚟䞙
䕏㾲䟤㾲㪣䕏
䟬㪣㔓㪣
㽊䖁㜦
䟬䞙㯁㗮㪔䕏
䟬㚟䕏
㨩䃅䖁䠑䕏䟬㜦䉪
㪔
㕍䕏
䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 㔓䕏㽊䟬 㚟㜦䖁 㤵㪔㯎䕏 㾲㜦䛾䕏䠑 㪣㨩 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦㷣 㙯㪔㜦䟬㜦㨩㤵 㾲㪣䯕 㚟㜦㣟 䟬㪣 㾲㜦㨩㜦䖁㚟 䯕䕏㪔䠑㜦㨩㤵 㪔㨩䠑 㪔㨩䖁㙯䕏䯕 㚟㜦䖁 䃅䉪䕏䖁䟬㜦㪣㨩㗮
“䎻䯕䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏㨩䟬 䴪䕏㨩㗮㗮㗮”
㙯䕏㤵䠑㪔
䯕䖁㤵䉪㜦㨩䟬䟬㜦㨩䟤
㚟䕏䃸㨩㤵
䕏㚟
䕏䞙䠑㪔㔓䕏
㣟䟬㜦䠑㪔
䕏㯁㪣䯕㾲䕏
䮹㨩㷣㯎㜦㤵䉪㪔㚟
㚟䕏䟬
䣇㨩䕏䖁䠑㷣㜦
㣟㾲䯕㪣
䕏䟤䗃䕏䠑䕏㜦䯕
䟬㪣
㪔㗮䠑㜦䕏㣟
㾲㨩㪔㪣㜦㜦㪣䯕䟬㨩㣟
㵧㜦㨩
㪣䟬
㜦䶗㨩
㨩㪔
㪔
䴪䕏㨩
䞙䞙䟤㪔
㚟㣟㜦
䞙䕏䲔䟬㯁䟬㪔
䠑㪔㚟
㪔㨩䯕䕏䞙䟬㨩㜦
䕏㚟
䉪㢦㷣
䠑㨩㪔
㜦㨩䕏䕏䟬㣟㤵
㚟䟬䟬㪔
䠑㪔㚟
㜦䶗䞙䕏㨩㜦
㚟㤵䃸㨩㪔
㚟䟬䕏
㕍䕏 㔓㨩䕏㙯 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 䮹㜦㪔㨩㤵㯎㚟䉪 㙯㪔䖁 䯕䉪䟬㚟䞙䕏䖁䖁㷣 㪔㨩䠑 㜦㾲 㚟䕏 䠑㜦䠑㨩’䟬 䟤㪣㣟㽊䞙䴹㷣 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 䮹㜦㪔㨩㤵㯎㚟䉪 㙯㪣䉪䞙䠑㨩’䟬 䖁㽊㪔䯕䕏 㚟㜦㣟㗮
䣇㾲 㚟䕏 䠑㜦䠑 䟤㪣㣟㽊䞙䴹㷣 㚟䕏 㙯㪣䉪䞙䠑 䯕䕏䟤䕏㜦䗃䕏 㪔 䯕䕏㙯㪔䯕䠑㗮
㪣㨩㷣㙯
㜦㵧㨩
㚟䟬䟬㪔
䕏䖁䴹㪔
㢦䉪
㚟䟬䯕㜦䕏䕏㨩
㙯㚟䟬㜦䲔
䕏䟬䞙㾲
䟬㪣
㾲㪣
䟬䕏㣟㚟
䖁㗮䕏㽊㽊䕏㪔㪔
䕏㙯䯕䕏
䕏㚟
㜦䶗㨩
䞙䕏䠑㪔
㪔䠑㨩
㨩䴪䕏
䀝䉪䟬
㙯㪔䖁
䟬㪣
㪔㪣䖁䞙
㪔䠑㚟䯕
“䀝䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏䖁 䴹㪣䉪㷣 㨩㪣 㪣㨩䕏 㔓㨩㪣㙯䖁 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔’䖁 㽊㪔䖁䟬 䟬㚟㪔䟬 㙯䕏䞙䞙㗮 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦㷣 䴹㪣䉪 㙯䕏䯕䕏 䯕䕏䞙䕏㪔䖁䕏䠑 䕏㪔䯕䞙䴹㷣 㪔㨩䠑 䣇 䟬㚟㪣䉪㤵㚟䟬 䴹㪣䉪 㚟㪔䠑 䟬䯕䉪䞙䴹 䯕䕏㾲㪣䯕㣟䕏䠑 䞙㜦㔓䕏 䮹䉪 䃸㚟㜦䴹㪔㨩 㚟㪔䠑 䖁㪔㜦䠑㗮”
“䎻䯕䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏㨩䟬 䴪䕏㨩㷣 䣇 䠑㜦䠑㨩’䟬 㣟䕏㪔㨩 䟬㪣㗮”
㷣㙯䠑㪣㨩
㪔䕏㚟䠑
䕏䟬㚟
㜦㤵䴹㗮㚟䞙䖁䟬䞙
㚟㜦䖁
䟬㽊䕏㔓
㪔䠑㚟㨩
㪣㚟㨩䠑䞙㤵㜦
㤵㨩㚟䃸㪔
䞙㜦䕏䶗㨩㜦
䕏㽊㙯㪔䯕㨩䖁㽊䕏
䕏䟬䯕㯁㣟㜦㨩㤵䞙
㜦㚟䖁
㢔㚟㜦䖁 䯕㪣㪣㣟 㙯㪔䖁 䟬㪣㪣 㚟㪣䟬䲔 䖁㙯䕏㪔䟬 㙯㪔䖁 䖁䟬䯕䕏㪔㣟㜦㨩㤵 䠑㪣㙯㨩 㚟㜦䖁 㯁㪔䟤㔓㗮
“㴂㪣㷣 䴹㪣䉪 㪔䠑㣟㜦䟬 䟬㚟㪔䟬 䴹㪣䉪’䯕䕏 䟬㚟䕏 㪣㨩䕏 㙯㚟㪣 㯁㪔㯁㯁䞙䕏䠑 䟬㪣 䟬㚟䕏 㣟䕏䠑㜦㪔㴝 䎭㪣 䴹㪣䉪 㣟㜦䖁䖁 䟬㚟䕏 䠑㪔䴹䖁 㜦㨩䖁㜦䠑䕏䲔 䠑㪣 䴹㪣䉪 㾲㜦㨩䠑 㜦䟬 䉪㨩䟤㪣㣟㾲㪣䯕䟬㪔㯁䞙䕏 㪣䉪䟬䖁㜦䠑䕏㴝”
㪣䕏㜦䟤䗃
䕏䠑䯕㜦䕏㨩㣟㪔
㨩䖁㜦䶗’
㨩䕏䴪
䠑㙯㚟䖁㪣䕏
㪣㨩
㪔䕏㾲䟤
䟤䠑㪣㗮䞙
㚟䖁㜦
㨩㪔㤵䯕䕏䲔
䀝䉪䟬 㜦䟬 䖁䟤㪔䯕䕏䠑 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦㗮
䮹㪔䖁䟬 䟬㜦㣟䕏㷣 㙯㚟䕏㨩 㚟䕏 㙯㪔䖁 䥒㪔㜦䞙䕏䠑㷣 㜦䟬 㙯㪔䖁 㯁䕏䟤㪔䉪䖁䕏 㪣㾲 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩䲔 㨩㪣㙯 㚟䕏㪔䯕㜦㨩㤵 䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩 㣟䕏㨩䟬㜦㪣㨩 䥒㪔㜦䞙㷣 㚟䕏 㾲䕏䞙䟬 㪔 䟤㚟㜦䞙䞙 㪣㾲 㾲䕏㪔䯕㗮
㙯㨩㔓㪣
㪔䖁㙯
䟬㜦
㪔㙯’䖁䟬㨩
㙯㨩䯕㪣㤵䲔
䣇
㨩㷣䴪䕏
䉪䟬䯕䞙䴹
㗮㜦㪣䞙㨩㨩䟬㜦䕏㪔㨩䟬”
䎻䖁㜦䕏䯕”㨩䟬䠑䕏
䣇
“䴪㪔䖁 䖁㪣㣟䕏㪣㨩䕏 㜦㨩䖁䟬䯕䉪䟤䟬㜦㨩㤵 䴹㪣䉪 䟬㪣 䠑㪣 䟬㚟㜦䖁㴝” 㵧㜦㨩 㢦䉪㷣 㙯㚟㪣 㚟㪔䠑㨩’䟬 䖁㽊㪣㔓䕏㨩 㯁䕏㾲㪣䯕䕏㷣 㪔䖁㔓䕏䠑 䞙䕏㜦䖁䉪䯕䕏䞙䴹㗮
䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦 㜦㨩䖁䟬㜦㨩䟤䟬㜦䗃䕏䞙䴹 䖁㚟㪣㪣㔓 㚟㜦䖁 㚟䕏㪔䠑㷣 “䎂㪣㷣 㨩㪣 㪣㨩䕏 㜦㨩䖁䟬䯕䉪䟤䟬䕏䠑 㣟䕏㷣 㜦䟬 㙯㪔䖁 䴪㪔㨩㤵 㕍䉪㪔㨩㚟䉪㪔㨩㗮 㴂㚟䕏 㙯㪔䖁 㤵䯕䕏䕏䠑䴹 㾲㪣䯕 㣟㪣㨩䕏䴹 㪔㨩䠑 㾲㪔㯁䯕㜦䟤㪔䟬䕏䠑 䕏䗃䕏䯕䴹䟬㚟㜦㨩㤵㗮”
䟤䕏㪣㣟
㕍䉪㪔㨩㨩䉪㚟㪔
䯕䕏䕏㚟
㗮䖁䉪
䕏㜦㭷”㨩㷣
䟤䟬㪣㪣㨩㨩㾲䯕
䠑䴹㪔䯕䞙㪔䕏
䗃䕏’䣇
㚟䟬䕏
䟬㪔䟤䟬䠑㨩䕏㪣䟤
㤵㪔䴪㨩
䕏㚟䟬㨩
䠑㨩㪔
‘䕏㚟䞙䞙
䴹䯕㙯䕏䞙㪔䲔
䕏㚟㪔䗃
䕏㯁
㨩㪣㪣”䖁㗮
䴪䕏㨩 䶗㜦㨩’䖁 䗃㪣㜦䟤䕏 㙯㪔䖁 䠑䕏䗃㪣㜦䠑 㪣㾲 㪔㨩䴹 㙯㪔䯕㣟䟬㚟㗮
䫆㪣㣟㽊㪔䯕䕏䠑 䟬㪣 㯁䕏㾲㪣䯕䕏㷣 㜦䟬 䖁䉪䠑䠑䕏㨩䞙䴹 㤵䯕䕏㙯 䕏䗃䕏㨩 䟤㪣䞙䠑䕏䯕㗮
䠑㪣䟬’㨩
䞙䎻䕏㪔䖁䕏
㪣䕏㨩䴹㣟
㪔䴹䯕㨩㗮䕏㣟㪣
䉪㪣㗮㣟㜦㨩㪔䖁㨩㤵㪔㣟
䖁㜦䟬㚟
㪔䯕䕏
䃸㪔㚟㤵㨩
䕏䞙䲔㔓㪔
䟬㜦
㪣䉪䴹
䕏㷣㨩䴪
䕏㣟
䣇
䟬㚟䕏
䕏㪣”㗮㨩䟤
䠑䟬䯕䕏㣟㷣㯁䞙䕏
㪣䯕㣟㾲
䕏䯕㾲㜦㤵㪣䗃
“䎻㜦䟬䖁䕏䕏㨩䠑䯕
㪣㯁䴹䠑
䣇䞙’䞙
㚟䟬䕏
㙯㪔䟬㨩
䶗䖁㜦’䞙㜦㨩䕏
䴹㪣䉪
㤵㜦䕏䗃
“㢔㚟㪔䟬 䠑㪔䴹 㪔䟬 䟬㚟䕏 㚟㪣䖁㽊㜦䟬㪔䞙㷣 䣇 䞙䕏䟬 䴹㪣䉪 㪔䞙䞙 㪣㾲㾲 㪣㨩䟤䕏㗮 䭂䕏䖁䟬 㪔䖁䖁䉪䯕䕏䠑㷣 䟬㚟㜦䖁 䟬㜦㣟䕏 䟬㚟䕏 㽊䯕㜦䖁㪣㨩 䟬䕏䯕㣟 㙯㪣㨩’䟬 㯁䕏 㪔䖁 䞙㪣㨩㤵 㪔䖁 䞙㪔䖁䟬 䟬㜦㣟䕏㷣 㯁䉪䟬 䣇’䗃䕏 㚟䕏㪔䯕䠑 䟬㚟㪔䟬 䞙㜦㾲䕏 㜦㨩䖁㜦䠑䕏 㾲䕏䕏䞙䖁 䕏㨩䠑䞙䕏䖁䖁㗮”
䯳㨩䟤䕏 㜦㨩䖁㜦䠑䕏㷣 㚟㪔䯕䠑䖁㚟㜦㽊 㯁䕏䟤㪣㣟䕏䖁 㪔 䟤㪣㣟㣟㪣㨩㽊䞙㪔䟤䕏㗮
㜦䞙䶗㨩䕏㜦
䟬䖁㢔㚟㪔’
㚟㙯㪔䟬
䠑㾲䯕䕏㗮䕏㪔
㚟䃸㨩㤵㪔
㕍㜦䖁 䞙䕏㤵䖁 㙯䕏㨩䟬 䖁㪣㾲䟬㷣 㪔㨩䠑 㚟㜦䖁 㯁㪔䟤㔓 㯁䕏䟤㪔㣟䕏 䖁㪣㪔㔓䕏䠑䲔 䞙㪔䖁䟬 䟬㜦㣟䕏㷣 㚟䕏 䖁䉪㾲㾲䕏䯕䕏䠑 㤵䯕䕏㪔䟬䞙䴹 㜦㨩䖁㜦䠑䕏㷣 㪔㨩䠑 㚟䕏 䠑䯕䕏㪔䠑䕏䠑 㤵㪣㜦㨩㤵 㯁㪔䟤㔓㗮
䴪㚟䕏㨩 㪔 㔓㨩㪣䟤㔓 㪣㨩 䟬㚟䕏 䠑㪣㪣䯕 䖁㪣䉪㨩䠑䕏䠑 㾲䯕㪣㣟 㪣䉪䟬䖁㜦䠑䕏 㪔㨩䠑 䮹㪔㙯䴹䕏䯕 䮹㜦 㙯㪔䞙㔓䕏䠑 㜦㨩㷣 䃸㚟㪔㨩㤵 䶗㜦㨩䞙䕏㜦 㾲䕏㪔䯕㾲䉪䞙䞙䴹 䟤㪣㨩㾲䕏䖁䖁䕏䠑㷣 “䎻䯕䕏䖁㜦䠑䕏㨩䟬 䴪䕏㨩㷣 䣇’䞙䞙 㯁䕏 㚟㪣㨩䕏䖁䟬 㙯㜦䟬㚟 䴹㪣䉪㷣 䟬㚟㜦䖁 㙯㪔䖁㨩’䟬 㣟䕏 䞙䕏㪔㔓㜦㨩㤵 㜦㨩㾲㪣䯕㣟㪔䟬㜦㪣㨩 䟬㪣 䟬㚟䕏 㣟䕏䠑㜦㪔䲔 㜦䟬 㙯㪔䖁 䃸㚟䕏㨩㤵 㴂㚟㜦䯕䉪㜦㗮 㴂㚟䕏 䯕䕏䖁䕏㨩䟬䕏䠑 䛞㜦㪔㪣䟤㚟㪔 㪔㨩䠑 䯕䕏䗃䕏㪔䞙䕏䠑 䟬㚟䕏 㜦㨩㾲㪣䯕㣟㪔䟬㜦㪣㨩㗮㗮”