Read Novel Full Chapter 2162: Chapter 2161: Why Not Tell Me
Chapter 2162: Chapter 2161: Why Not Tell Me
Jing Xiaocha’s thoughts were pulled back by Wen Ran’s words, her eyes flickered and she pursed her lips, “Sister Wen, thank you for telling me this. I’ve decided not to move out and to stay at Brother Wen’s house.”
Not caring about what others say, nor about what the future holds.
Jing Xiaocha came to a sudden realization.
Since she has the opportunity to be with Brother Wen, she should cherish every moment with him and not let him be lonely again.
Wen Ran’s smile grew brighter, “Xiaocha, it’s best that you think this way.”
“I’m just a bit overwhelmed right now.”
Jing Xiaocha is familiar with Wen Ran, and doesn’t feel embarrassed talking about her feelings, she inadvertently confesses her heart, “Actually, I never thought Brother Wen would one day accept me. I originally thought, as long as I could like him silently, it would be enough.”
“Silly girl,” Wen Ran’s voice carried a hint of tenderness.
“I also think I’m quite silly, but since the day I started liking Brother Wen, I couldn’t control my heart.”
Even so, when Jing Xiaocha mentioned Wen Jin, her eyes were gentle.
Wen Ran teased, “Blame my brother for being too clumsy. Don’t be fooled by his usual cleverness; he has zero experience in relationships, so it took him so long to recognize his feelings and realize your importance.”
“Sister Wen, Brother Wen isn’t clumsy.”
Jing Xiaocha lightly retorted.
It’s just that because Brother Wen’s heart was occupied with someone else, and he couldn’t let go, so he couldn’t like anyone else.
Wen Ran laughed, amused by Jing Xiaocha, “Alright, he’s not clumsy, but don’t tell him I said he is.”
Jing Xiaocha laughed too, “I won’t tell Brother Wen.”
“What won’t you tell me?”
Wen Jin’s voice came from the door, he had just entered and happened to hear Jing Xiaocha’s words, smiling as he chimed in.
Behind him was Mo Xiuchen, the two walked up to the couch, and Mo Xiuchen pointed to another sofa for Wen Ran.
Wen Ran immediately stood up to make way for Wen Jin.
She and Mo Xiuchen then seated themselves on another sofa.
Seeing Wen Jin enter, Jing Xiaocha showed a hint of surprise in her eyes but quickly smiled again, “Brother Wen, why did you come back?”
“Just now, Ranran called saying they were almost here, so I hurried back. What were you discussing? Were you speaking ill of me without telling me?”
Wen Jin sat next to Jing Xiaocha, looking at her with gentle eyes.
“No, neither Sister Wen nor I were speaking ill of you; we were just chatting.”
“Then why wouldn’t you tell me?” Wen Jin clearly didn’t believe her.
Jing Xiaocha blinked, “Because we’re talking about secrets. If you knew, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”
“Ranran, why don’t we go back home instead of being the third wheel here?”
At this moment, Mo Xiuchen spoke up quietly.
Wen Ran playfully asked, “Brother, what are we having for lunch? If there’s nothing good, we’ll go back home.”
“Whatever you want to eat, it’s here. This is also your home, why go back? If you want to return, let Xiuchen go back himself.”
Wen Jin unceremoniously kept Wen Ran and pushed Mo Xiuchen away.
Mo Xiuchen raised an eyebrow, “I accompanied Ranran back to her hometown, is this how you treat me?”
Wen Jin stood up nonchalantly, “Then come to my study, I’ll take good care of you.”
“Afraid of you?”
Mo Xiuchen stood up defiantly, following Wen Jin as they left the sofa and headed upstairs.
“Sister Wen, are they going to fight?”
Jing Xiaocha watched Wen Jin and Mo Xiuchen head upstairs one after the other, and asked amusedly.
Wen Ran raised an eyebrow, “It’s possible, but we don’t need to help any of them, just wait here for results.”
Jing Xiaocha’s mouth twitched slightly, imagining if Mo General and Brother Wen really fought, could Sister Wen really say so calmly not to help either of them?
Obviously not.
**
Because Jing Xiaocha didn’t go out all day, the rumors in the newspaper didn’t affect her much.
She hadn’t looked at the online comments.
In the evening, when Jing Xiaocha went online to check the comments, she found it wasn’t as bad as she feared.
She originally thought the drama would be affected, but what Jing Xiaocha saw was the netizens’ condemnation of the rumors.
Along with their comfort and encouragement for her.
People posted to clarify for her, saying the newspaper reports in the morning were all rumors, even involving Zheng Shirui.
With a twist in the plot, she suddenly became the figure people sympathized with, while Zheng Shirui turned into a vicious, lewd woman.
When Wen Jin opened the door and came in, he saw Jing Xiaocha lying on the bed, her left hand gently tapping the touchscreen, browsing the web.
“Xiaocha, drink some milk.”
Wen Jin spoke gently, striding over to the bed with his long legs.
Jing Xiaocha was engrossed in what she was doing; only when she heard Wen Jin’s voice did she realize he had entered, promptly getting up from the bed.
Wen Jin smiled as he watched her, “If it’s comfortable lying there, don’t get up.”
“Thank you, Brother Wen.”
Jing Xiaocha took the milk he handed her and thanked him with a grin.
“Drink it while it’s hot. What are you looking at?” Wen Jin sat by the bedside, leaning slightly to see her notebook.
Jing Xiaocha smiled faintly, “I’m looking at the online comments. I originally thought many people would criticize me, but no one did.”
Wen Jin let out a soft laugh, observing her surprised and adorable expression, gently said, “Netizens have sharp eyes. What they read in the morning was rumors, not true. Why would they criticize you?”
“But if it weren’t for you, Brother Wen, clearing things for me, how would the netizens know those were rumors, not true?”
“Isn’t it my responsibility to do that?” Wen Jin looked deeply at her.
Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flashed; she wasn’t quite used to Wen Jin’s gaze, which made her heart race.
“Hurry and drink; it will get cold soon.”
Wen Jin’s eyes softened, becoming gentle.
“Brother Wen, was it you who posted about Zheng Shirui’s affairs online as well?”
Jing Xiaocha was shocked, having seen a little of it; she couldn’t believe Zheng Shirui’s past was like that.
“I didn’t post it online.”
Wen Jin shook his head slightly; it wasn’t his doing. He merely told Jin Zheyu about Zheng Shirui’s affairs.
And somehow it made its way online.
Jing Xiaocha wanted to ask something else but saw Wen Jin pointing to the cup in her hand, so she obediently lowered her head and drank the milk.
After half the cup, Jing Xiaocha paused, “I really can’t drink any more, let me rest and then I’ll finish it.”
Just as she was about to place the cup on the small table by the bed, Wen Jin’s big hand took it.
He glanced at the remaining half cup of milk, pulled out a tissue for Jing Xiaocha, and said it wouldn’t taste good when cold, then tilted his head and drank the milk she left behind.
㣈䂭㚒䰝㽗㣈
虜
櫓
䄝㾠㤹䄝䕛㩷䡩䡩㚒
盧
擄
㚒䉺䭲
䕛䈥㔲䉺
䩌㑐
䉺䕛
蘆
㣈㑐䇞㝖㑐䕛㿍
䕛䈥䉺
爐
老
盧
櫓
魯
㴩䇞㚒 䡩㚒㚒䎎㚒䂭 㚒䡩㾠㚒㝖䕛㑐䰝䰝䱶 䩌㑐㽗㚒䉺 㑐㜲㑐㝖㽗 㜲䱶 䇞䕛䡩 㑐㝖䩌䕛㣈䉺䡩㤹
䒍䇞㑐䩌 㨝㑐䡩 䩌䇞㚒 䎎䕛䰝㽗 䡩䇞㚒 䇞㑐䂭 䂭䄝㩷䉺㽗㜝 㑐䉺䂭 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 䉺㣈䩌 㣈䉺䰝䱶 䂭䕛䂭䉺’䩌 䎎䕛䉺䂭㜝 㜲㩷䩌 㨝䇞㚒䄝㚒 䇞㚒 䂭䄝㑐䉺㽗㜝 䥈㩷䡩䩌 䡩㣈 䇞㑐㾠㾠㚒䉺㚒䂭 䩌㣈 㜲㚒 䩌䇞㚒 䡩㾠㣈䩌 䡩䇞㚒 䇞㑐䂭 䥈㩷䡩䩌 䂭䄝㩷䉺㽗 㑫䄝㣈䎎㤹
䡩䕛䊌㽗䡩
䇞䡩䩌䕛
㑐䡩
㚒㛠䡩㣈
䉺㑐
㝖䉺㣈䩌㩷
䕛䉺䂭䕛䄝㚒㝖䩌
䒍䇞䕛䉺㽗䕛䉺㔲 㣈㑫 䩌䇞䕛䡩㜝 䡩䇞㚒 㑫㚒䰝䩌 䇞㚒䄝 㝖䇞㚒㚒㽗䡩 㑫䰝㩷䡩䇞 㑐䉺䂭 䡩㩷㜲㝖㣈䉺䡩㝖䕛㣈㩷䡩䰝䱶 䰝㣈㣈㽗㚒䂭 㑐㨝㑐䱶㤹 㴩䇞㚒 䡩䕛䰝㚒䉺䩌䰝䱶 䡩㝖㣈䰝䂭㚒䂭 䇞㚒䄝䡩㚒䰝㑫 㑫㣈䄝 㣈䣽㚒䄝䩌䇞䕛䉺㽗䕛䉺㔲㤹
㕿㑫䩌㚒䄝 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 㑫䕛䉺䕛䡩䇞㚒䂭 䩌䇞㚒 䄝㚒䎎㑐䕛䉺䕛䉺㔲 䇞㑐䰝㑫 㔲䰝㑐䡩䡩 㣈㑫 䎎䕛䰝㽗㜝 䇞㚒 㾠䰝㑐㝖㚒䂭 䩌䇞㚒 㝖㩷㾠 㣈䉺 䩌䇞㚒 䡩䎎㑐䰝䰝 䩌㑐㜲䰝㚒 㜲䱶 䩌䇞㚒 㜲㚒䂭 㑐䉺䂭 䩌䇞㚒䉺 㑐䡩㽗㚒䂭 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐㜝 “䉏㑐䣽㚒 䱶㣈㩷 㑫䕛䉺䕛䡩䇞㚒䂭 㨝䄝䕛䩌䕛䉺㔲䊌”
㑫䇞䕛䕛䡩䂭㚒”䉺㤹
䕟'”㚒䣽
“䉏㑐䣽㚒 䱶㣈㩷 㝖㣈䄝䄝㚒㝖䩌㚒䂭 䩌䇞㚒 䩌䱶㾠㣈䡩䊌”
“䮢䇞㜝 䉺㣈䩌 䱶㚒䩌㜝 䕟 㨝㑐䡩 㑐㜲㣈㩷䩌 䩌㣈 㝖㣈䄝䄝㚒㝖䩌 䩌䇞㚒 䩌䱶㾠㣈䡩㜝 㜲㩷䩌 䕟 㑫㣈䄝㔲㣈䩌 㨝䇞㚒䉺 䕟 䡩䩌㑐䄝䩌㚒䂭 䄝㚒㑐䂭䕛䉺㔲 䩌䇞㚒 㝖㣈䎎䎎㚒䉺䩌䡩㤹” 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䩌㣈㩷㝖䇞㚒䂭 䇞㚒䄝 㑫㣈䄝㚒䇞㚒㑐䂭 㚒䎎㜲㑐䄝䄝㑐䡩䡩㚒䂭䰝䱶㤹
䩌䇞㚒
㑐䄝䇞㝖㚒㚒䂭
㑐㾠䩌䰝㾠㣈㤹
㚒䒍㑐”㽗
䱶㣈䩌䡩㾠㤹”
䈥䕛䉺
䕛䡩䂭㑐
㚒䇞
䰝䕟’䰝
㑐
䡩㑐
㾠㚒䇞䰝
㚒㜲㜝䄝㽗㑐
䱶㩷㣈
㣈䄝㚒㝖㝖䄝䩌
䭲㚒䉺
䇞㚒䩌
䄝㣈㑫
“㴋㣈㜝 䉺㣈 䉺㚒㚒䂭㜝 㼉䄝㣈䩌䇞㚒䄝 䭲㚒䉺㜝 䕟’䰝䰝 㝖㣈䄝䄝㚒㝖䩌 䩌䇞㚒䎎 䎎䱶䡩㚒䰝㑫㤹”
㕿䡩 䡩㣈㣈䉺 㑐䡩 䇞㚒 㣈㑫㑫㚒䄝㚒䂭 䩌㣈 䇞㚒䰝㾠 㝖㣈䄝䄝㚒㝖䩌 䩌䇞㚒 䩌䱶㾠㣈䡩㜝 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 㾠㑐䉺䕛㝖㽗㚒䂭㤹
䇞㚒䡩䒍㚒
㚒䡩䇞
㩷㜲䩌
㚒㜲
㨝䩌䕛䇞
㑐㚒䰝䄝䩌㜝
䄝㣈䩌㑫㔲㣈
䎎㝖㚒㣈䎎䡩䩌䉺
㚒䉺䭲
㩷㣈㨝䂭䰝
㚒䰝䇞㾠
䂭䕛䂭
䇞䉺䩌㚒
䉺䂭㑐
㚒䇞䄝
䩌㣈䱶㾠䡩
㑐㜲㽗㝖
䩌䡩㾠㑐
䕛䩌
䡩䇞㚒
㽗䉺䉺䕛㔲䕛䇞䩌
䩌㣈
䄝㑐㚒䂭
㩷䰝㣈䂭㨝
㑐䡩䂭䱶
㚒㑫㨝
䄝㚒㜝䰝䇞䡩㚒㑫
䩌䇞㚒
䩌䇞㚒
㚒㣈㝖䄝䄝㝖䩌
䡩㚒䇞
䩌䱶㤹㣈㾠䡩
䈥䕛䉺
䩌䇞㚒
䒍䇞㚒 㝖㣈䉺䩌㚒䉺䩌 䡩䇞㚒 㨝䄝㣈䩌㚒 䩌䇞㚒䡩㚒 䂭㑐䱶䡩 㨝㑐䡩 䉺㣈䩌 䡩㩷䕛䩌㑐㜲䰝㚒 㑫㣈䄝 䇞䕛䎎 䩌㣈 䄝㚒㑐䂭㤹
㴩㚒㚒䕛䉺㔲 䩌䇞㚒 㾠㑐䉺䕛㝖 䕛䉺 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐’䡩 㚒㔸㾠䄝㚒䡩䡩䕛㣈䉺㜝 㑐 䩌䄝㑐㝖㚒 㣈㑫 䡩㩷䄝㾠䄝䕛䡩㚒 㑫䰝㑐䡩䇞㚒䂭 䕛䉺 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺’䡩 䂭㑐䄝㽗 㚒䱶㚒䡩㜝 “㶚䄝 䕛䡩 䕛䩌 䉺㣈䩌 㑫䕛䉺䕛䡩䇞㚒䂭 䱶㚒䩌䊌”
䩌䡩䇞䩌’㑐
“䩌䕛㤹
䉺㣈䩌
㜝”㴋㣈
䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䰝㣈㣈㽗㚒䂭 㑐 䰝䕛䩌䩌䰝㚒 㩷䉺㚒㑐䡩䱶㤹
䉏㚒䄝 䡩䰝㚒䉺䂭㚒䄝 䇞㑐䉺䂭 䇞㚒䰝䂭 㑐 㝖㣈䄝䉺㚒䄝 㣈㑫 䩌䇞㚒 䰝㑐㾠䩌㣈㾠䫿 䕛䉺 㑫㑐㝖䩌㜝 䡩䇞㚒 㨝㑐䡩䉺’䩌 䡩䩌䄝㣈䉺㔲 㚒䉺㣈㩷㔲䇞 䩌㣈 䇞㣈䰝䂭 㣈䉺 㑐㔲㑐䕛䉺䡩䩌 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺㤹 䕟㑫 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 㚒㔸㚒䄝䩌㚒䂭 㑫㣈䄝㝖㚒㜝 䡩䇞㚒 㨝㣈㩷䰝䂭䉺’䩌 㜲㚒 㑐㜲䰝㚒 䩌㣈 䄝㚒㝖䰝㑐䕛䎎 䕛䩌㤹
䱶䊌㨝䇞”
“䇞䉺㚒䒍
䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 䡩㱏㩷䕛䉺䩌㚒䂭 䡩䰝䕛㔲䇞䩌䰝䱶 㑐䩌 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐㤹
㛠䕛䂭 䡩䇞㚒 㔲䄝㣈㨝 㩷䉺㑐㝖㝖㩷䡩䩌㣈䎎㚒䂭 䩌㣈 䇞䕛䎎 䉺㣈䩌 䇞㚒䰝㾠䕛䉺㔲 䇞㚒䄝 㝖䇞㚒㝖㽗 䩌䱶㾠㣈䡩 䩌䇞㚒䡩㚒 㾠㑐䡩䩌 䂭㑐䱶䡩䊌
㣈㩷㚒䂭䩌䡩㜝䕛
䄝䩌㼉㚒㣈䇞䄝
䕟
䉺䕛㜲㜝䰝䂭㽗㚒
䇞㨝㑐䡩
㑐䉺㝖
㝖㣈䇞㑐㿍㑐䕛
㾠㩷
㣈䄝䎎㑫
㚒㨝㑫
䭲㚒㜝䉺
䱶㣈䡩䩌㾠㜝
䎎㑫䱶䰝䡩㚒㜝
㑐
䇞䩌䎎㚒
䱶㩷㚒㣈’䣽
䄝㩷䩌䉺㚒㚒䂭䄝
䄝䡩㤹”䕛䩌㑫
㣈㔲
㣈䄝㝖䄝䩌㚒㝖
㔲䉺䈥䕛
㩷䥈䡩䩌
“䈥㩷䩌䡩
“㴩䕛䉺㝖㚒 䕛䩌’䡩 䥈㩷䡩䩌 㑐 㑫㚒㨝 䩌䱶㾠㣈䡩㜝 䕛䩌 㨝㣈䉺’䩌 䩌㑐㽗㚒 䎎㩷㝖䇞 䩌䕛䎎㚒㤹 䤹㣈㩷’䣽㚒 㜲㚒㚒䉺 㨝㣈䄝㽗䕛䉺㔲 䡩㣈 䰝㣈䉺㔲㜝 䱶㣈㩷 䡩䇞㣈㩷䰝䂭 䄝㚒䡩䩌 㑐 㜲䕛䩌 㑫䕛䄝䡩䩌㤹”
䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 㔲㚒䉺䩌䰝䱶 䎎㣈䣽㚒䂭 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐’䡩 䇞㑐䉺䂭㜝 㾠䰝㑐㝖䕛䉺㔲 䩌䇞㚒 䰝㑐㾠䩌㣈㾠 㣈䉺 䇞䕛䡩 䰝㑐㾠㤹
䡩㑐
䄝㚒㨝㚒
㑫䕛
㚒䒍䇞
㿍㑐䇞䡩䕛’㑐㣈㝖
䇞䄝㚒
䇞㚒䩌
㜲䱶
䈥㔲䉺䕛
䎎䩌㚒䉺㣈䎎
㣈䰝䣽䉺㚒’䡩
㚒䰝䇞䂭
䡩㚒䂭㾠㣈䡩䡩䡩㚒
㣈䄝㤹䇞䕛㚒㚒䉺
䄝㑐䇞㚒䩌
䇞䡩㚒
㚒㩷䩌㚒䂭㑫䰝㜝䄝䩌
䇞㚒
䉺䂭㜝㑐䇞
㴩㩷䂭䂭㚒䉺䰝䱶 䡩䇞㚒 㑫㚒䰝䩌 䩌䇞㚒 䇞㚒㑐䄝䩌㜲㚒㑐䩌 㑐䉺䂭 䡩䇞䱶䉺㚒䡩䡩 㣈㑫 䩌䇞㚒 䇞㚒䄝㣈䕛䉺㚒 㨝䇞㚒䉺 䩌䇞㚒 䇞㚒䄝㣈 䇞㚒䰝䂭 䇞㚒䄝 䇞㑐䉺䂭㤹
䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 㔲㑐䣽㚒 䇞㚒䄝 㑐 㾠㩷㧰㧰䰝㚒䂭 䰝㣈㣈㽗㜝 㣈㾠㚒䉺㚒䂭 䩌䇞㚒 䡩㣈㑫䩌㨝㑐䄝㚒㜝 㑐䉺䂭 㑐䡩㽗㚒䂭㜝 “䉏㣈㨝 䎎㑐䉺䱶 㨝㣈䄝䂭䡩 䂭䕛䂭 䱶㣈㩷 㨝䄝䕛䩌㚒 䩌㣈䂭㑐䱶䊌”
㴩㔸䕛”
䩌㑐㤹”䇞䡩䂭㣈䉺㩷
䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 㑐䉺䡩㨝㚒䄝㚒䂭 䡩㣈㑫䩌䰝䱶㤹
㕿㑫䩌㚒䄝 䇞㚒䡩䕛䩌㑐䩌䕛䉺㔲 㑫㣈䄝 㑐 䎎㣈䎎㚒䉺䩌 㑐䉺䂭 㩷䉺㑐㜲䰝㚒 䩌㣈 㝖㣈䎎㚒 㩷㾠 㨝䕛䩌䇞 㑐 䄝㚒㑐䡩㣈䉺 䩌㣈 䡩䩌㣈㾠 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺㜝 䡩䇞㚒 㩷䡩㚒䂭 㑐䉺 㚒㔸㝖㩷䡩㚒㜝 “㼉䄝㣈䩌䇞㚒䄝 䭲㚒䉺㜝 䕟’䰝䰝 䥈㩷䡩䩌 䩌㑐㽗㚒 䩌䇞㚒 㝖㩷㾠 䂭㣈㨝䉺䡩䩌㑐䕛䄝䡩㜝 䩌㑐㽗㚒 䱶㣈㩷䄝 䩌䕛䎎㚒 㝖䇞㚒㝖㽗䕛䉺㔲㤹”
㑫䄝㣈
䩌㣈
䇞㩷䕛㣈䭲䩌䩌
㔲䉺㑐䕛䩌㨝䕛
㚒㑐㨝䰝䂭㽗
䕛㔲䉺䈥
㝖㑐䇞㣈㿍䕛㑐
䩌㤹㩷㣈
㚒䇞䩌
㚒䕛䡩㜲㚒䂭䂭
䭲䉺㚒
㔲䄝㜲㑐䂭㜲㚒
䡩㾠䩌㣈
䈥䉺䕛
䰝䩌㑐㜲㚒
䩌䇞㚒
㝖㾠㩷
㜝䄝䇞㚒
䎎䄝㣈㑫
䉺㑐䂭
䕟㑫 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 䂭䕛䂭䉺’䩌 㩷䉺䂭㚒䄝䡩䩌㑐䉺䂭 㨝䇞䱶 䡩䇞㚒 㨝㑐䡩 䡩㣈 㑫䰝㩷䡩䩌㚒䄝㚒䂭 㚒㑐䄝䰝䕛㚒䄝㜝 䉺㣈㨝 㨝㑐䩌㝖䇞䕛䉺㔲 䇞㚒䄝 㑫䰝㚒㚒㜝 䇞㚒 䡩㩷䂭䂭㚒䉺䰝䱶 䇞㑐䂭 㑐䉺 䕛䉺㽗䰝䕛䉺㔲㤹
䅏㣈㨝㚒䄝䕛䉺㔲 䇞䕛䡩 䇞㚒㑐䂭㜝 䇞㚒 㱏㩷䕛㝖㽗䰝䱶 䡩㽗䕛䎎䎎㚒䂭 䩌䇞䄝㣈㩷㔲䇞 䩌䇞㚒 㝖㣈䉺䩌㚒䉺䩌 㣈䉺 䩌䇞㚒 䰝㑐㾠䩌㣈㾠㜝 㑐䉺䂭 䡩㣈㣈䉺 䭲㚒䉺 䈥䕛䉺 㑫㣈㩷䉺䂭 䩌䇞㚒 䄝㚒㑐䡩㣈䉺㤹
㩷䇞䇞䩌䩌㔲㣈㤹
䩌㩷䈥䡩
㑐䡩
䇞㚒
㑐䇞䂭
䉏㚒 㔲䰝㑐䉺㝖㚒䂭 㑐㔲㑐䕛䉺 䩌㣈㨝㑐䄝䂭 䩌䇞㚒 䂭㣈㣈䄝㜝 㨝䇞㚒䄝㚒 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䇞㑐䂭 䇞㩷䄝䄝䕛㚒䂭䰝䱶 䰝㚒㑫䩌 㨝䕛䩌䇞㣈㩷䩌 㚒䣽㚒䉺 㝖䰝㣈䡩䕛䉺㔲 䕛䩌㤹
㕿㑫䩌㚒䄝 䩌㑐㽗䕛䉺㔲 䩌䇞㚒 㝖㩷㾠 䂭㣈㨝䉺䡩䩌㑐䕛䄝䡩㜝 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䂭䕛䂭䉺’䩌 䕛䎎䎎㚒䂭䕛㑐䩌㚒䰝䱶 䄝㚒䩌㩷䄝䉺 䩌㣈 䇞㚒䄝 䄝㣈㣈䎎 㜲㩷䩌 㨝㚒䉺䩌 䩌㣈 䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 㴸䕛䉺㔲䇞㩷䕛’䡩 䄝㣈㣈䎎㤹
䡩㑐㨝
㜝䕛䉺
䉺㔲㑐䇞䞳
䇞㜝㚒䄝
㚒䇞
䉺䇞䭲㚒
㣈㣈䩌䡩䂭
㑐㚒䉺䄝㔲䕛䂭
㤹”䩌㩷㕿”䉺
㜲㣈㣈㤹㽗
㾠㩷
㩷㔲㴸䕛䇞䕛䉺
㚒䩌䱶䕛䎎䰝㑐䎎㚒䂭䕛
䄝㚒䂭㔲㚒㚒䩌
㚒䇞
㩷䄝䄝䰝㔸㩷䕛㑐㑐㚒㝖䩌䄝㝖䄝
䡩㑐㨝
䉺㑐
㑐䂭䉺
㣈㑐㿍㑐䇞䕛㝖
䩌䱶㾠㣈䰝䰝䕛㚒
㝖䎎㚒㣈
䉺䈥㔲䕛
“䅏䕛䩌䩌䰝㚒 䉏㩷䕛㜝 䡩䩌䕛䰝䰝 䄝㚒㑐䂭䕛䉺㔲䊌”
䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䡩䎎䕛䰝㚒䂭 㑐䡩 䡩䇞㚒 㨝㑐䰝㽗㚒䂭 㣈䣽㚒䄝 䩌㣈 䇞䕛䎎㤹
䩌㑫䱶䡩䰝㣈
䂭䉺䂭㜝㣈㚒䂭
䡩䄝㚒䉺㾠㑐䊌”䩌
㜝㑐䂭䡩㽗㚒
䰝㑐䰝㝖
䇞㑐㔲䉺䞳
䕟
䱶䎎
㑐䉺䂭
㚒䇞䂭㑐䕛䡩䩌䩌㚒
㩷㕿㜝”䉺䩌
㩷䕛㴸䉺㔲䇞䕛
㑐
㜲䕛㜝䩌
㝖䉺㑐
䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 㾠㑐㩷䡩㚒䂭 㑫㣈䄝 㑐 䡩㚒㝖㣈䉺䂭㜝 䩌䇞㚒䉺 䉺㣈䂭䂭㚒䂭㜝 “㶚㑫 㝖㣈㩷䄝䡩㚒 䱶㣈㩷 㝖㑐䉺㜝 㜲㩷䩌 䎎䱶 㾠䇞㣈䉺㚒 䕛䡩 䕛䉺 䎎䱶 䄝㣈㣈䎎㜝 䡩㣈 䱶㣈㩷’䰝䰝 䇞㑐䣽㚒 䩌㣈 㔲㣈 㔲㚒䩌 䕛䩌㤹”
“㶚㽗㑐䱶㤹”
㣈䩌㩷
䂭㣈䉺㨝
䡩䩌㚒
㣈㣈䄝㤹䎎
㑫㣈
䕛䇞䕛㔲㴸㩷䉺
㚒䩌䇞
䩌㚒䉺㺬䕛䩌㔲
䇞䕛䡩
㚒䎎䉺䕛㣈䡩㾠䕛䄝䡩㜝
㑐䉺䂭
㱏㝖䰝㽗㩷䕛䱶
㑐䞳䉺㔲䇞
㾠䕛㚒䄝䂭䰝㜝㚒
㜲㜝㣈㽗㣈
㑐䄝䉺
䕟䉺 䰝㚒䡩䡩 䩌䇞㑐䉺 䩌㨝㣈 䎎䕛䉺㩷䩌㚒䡩㜝 䇞㚒 㨝㑐䡩 㜲㑐㝖㽗 㨝䕛䩌䇞 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐’䡩 㾠䇞㣈䉺㚒㜝 “㕿㩷䉺䩌㜝 䮢䉺㝖䰝㚒 䭲㚒䉺 䕛䡩 䰝㣈㣈㽗䕛䉺㔲 㑫㣈䄝 䱶㣈㩷㤹”
“䕟㔲䉺㣈䄝㚒 䇞䕛䎎㜝 䎎㑐㽗㚒 䱶㣈㩷䄝 㝖㑐䰝䰝 㑫䕛䄝䡩䩌㤹”
䕛㔲䈥䉺
㝖㑐㚒㑫
䡩䇞㚒
㩷䩌㣈㑐㜲
䎎䕛䉺䂭
䡩䂭㾠㣈㣈㚒䎎㜝㝖
㣈䇞㨝
㣈䄝㤹䎎㣈
䄝䇞㚒
䉺䈥䕛
䩌㣈
㚒䩌㑐䂭㝖
㑐䕛㿍㝖㣈䇞㑐
㩷㜲䩌
䭲㚒䉺
䉺䇞㨝㚒
䉺䄝㩷䩌䂭㚒㚒䄝
䕛䉺㔲䇞䩌䕛㽗䉺
㚒䄝䇞
㑐㚒䰝䄝䩌
㣈䩌
䄝㝖㜝䂭㚒㑐
䭲㣈㩷䰝䂭 䇞㚒 㑐䡩㽗 㑐䉺䱶䩌䇞䕛䉺㔲䊌
㶚䄝 䡩䇞㣈㩷䰝䂭 䡩䇞㚒 㨝㑐䕛䩌 㩷䉺䩌䕛䰝 䇞㚒 䰝㚒㑐䣽㚒䡩 䩌㣈 㔲㣈 㜲㑐㝖㽗䊌
㔲㚒㴩䉺㚒䕛
䂭㑐䇞
㜲㑐㽗㝖㜝
䉺䕛䈥㔲
䂭䉺㑐
䇞㨝䕛䇞㝖
㚒㜝䄝䉺䎎㩷㜲
䉺㑐㔲䞳䇞
䎎䡩㚒䡩㤹㑐㔲㚒
䎎㤹䄝㚒㧰䂭㚒䎎㣈䕛
㣈㔲䉺㔲䕛
䇞㚒
䈥䉺䡩䕛’
䕛䱶䰝䡩㾠䎎
䂭䡩㑐䕛
䰝䕛䂭㑐䂭㚒
‘㑫㑐䄝䡩㚒䩌䇞
䉺㔲㴸㩷䕛䕛䇞
㣈䉺
㨝㑐䩌’䉺䡩
㚒䄝䎎㣈
䭲㚒䉺
㿍㑐䕛㣈㝖䇞㑐
㑐䂭䡩㚒䡩㾠
㚒䇞
䉺㣈
䕛䇞䡩
䒍䇞㚒 㾠䇞㣈䉺㚒 䄝㑐䉺㔲 䡩㚒䣽㚒䄝㑐䰝 䩌䕛䎎㚒䡩 㜲㚒㑫㣈䄝㚒 䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 䈥䕛䉺䰝㚒䕛’䡩 䣽㣈䕛㝖㚒 㝖㑐䎎㚒 䩌䇞䄝㣈㩷㔲䇞 㨝䕛䩌䇞 䡩㣈䎎㚒 㜲㑐㝖㽗㔲䄝㣈㩷䉺䂭 䉺㣈䕛䡩㚒㜝 “䉏㚒䰝䰝㣈䊌”
“䕟䩌’䡩 䎎㚒㜝 䅏䕛䩌䩌䰝㚒 䉏㩷䕛㤹”
㚒㣈䉺䡩䂭䂭㩷
䣽㚒䱶䄝
㴸’䇞䡩㩷㔲䕛䕛䉺
䩌”䰝㚒䅏䩌䕛
䩌㣈
㑐䉺䇞䞳㔲
㣈䱶㩷
㚒䰝䡩㾠䂭㑐㚒
䇞䄝㚒㑐
䕛䕛䈥㚒䉺䰝
䡩䕛䎎䡩
䉏㩷㜝䕛
㑐㛠䊌䂭”
䂭㣈
㝖㣈䕛㚒䣽㤹
䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲
“䭲䇞㚒䉺 㑐䄝㚒 䱶㣈㩷 㑫䄝㚒㚒䊌 䕟 㨝㑐䉺䩌 䩌㣈 䎎㚒㚒䩌 䱶㣈㩷㤹” 䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 㴸䕛䉺㔲䇞㩷䕛 㔲䰝㑐䉺㝖㚒䂭 㑐䩌 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 㜲㚒䡩䕛䂭㚒 䇞䕛䎎㜝 䡩㾠㚒㑐㽗䕛䉺㔲 䡩䩌䕛㑫㑫䰝䱶㤹
䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐’䡩 㚒䱶㚒䡩 㑫䰝䕛㝖㽗㚒䄝㚒䂭㜝 㜲㩷䩌 䡩䇞㚒 䂭䕛䂭䉺’䩌 䡩㾠㚒㑐㽗㜝 䥈㩷䡩䩌 㱏㩷䕛㚒䩌䰝䱶 㨝㑐䩌㝖䇞㚒䂭 䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 㴸䕛䉺㔲䇞㩷䕛’䡩 㝖㑐䰝䰝㤹
㑐䂭䂭
䉺㚒㚒䂭䂭
㚒䡩㚒
䇞㚒䩌
䇞㨝䉺㚒
䎎䱶
䉺䉺㚒㣈䡩䉺䡩㚒
䄝㣈䎎䄝㩷䡩
㑐䡩㚒㾠㽗
䩌㣈
䕟
㜝䉺㑐䂭
㔸㚒䕛㚒㾠㜝㑐䂭䰝䉺
䎎䇞䕛
䕟䰝䰝’
䕛”㤹㔲䉺㑐㑐
䒍㨝㣈
䩌㣈
䉺㚒㚒䣽䄝
㾠䂭䄝㚒㑐䡩
䉺䕛㔲䈥
䩌”㩷㜝㕿䉺
䄝㚒䉺䄝䩌䕛㔲䉺㩷
䎎䩌䡩䕛䉺㩷㚒
䕛䕛䉺㴸䇞㔲㩷
㑐䰝䄝䩌㜝㚒
䰝䩌㚒䰝
㜝㣈㣈䎎㣈䩌䄝㨝䄝
㣈䉺㚒䇞㾠
㑐䇞䉺䞳㔲
䰝㑐㝖䰝
䂭䉺㑐
㚒䩌䇞
㑐㑐㣈㝖㜝䕛䇞㿍
“䒍䇞㑐䩌’䡩 㑐䰝䰝 䕛䉺 䩌䇞㚒 㾠㑐䡩䩌㤹”
䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䡩䇞㣈㣈㽗 䇞㚒䄝 䇞㚒㑐䂭 䕛䉺䂭䕛㑫㑫㚒䄝㚒䉺䩌䰝䱶䫿 㨝䇞㑐䩌㚒䣽㚒䄝 䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 䈥䕛䉺䰝㚒䕛 䎎䕛㔲䇞䩌 䇞㑐䣽㚒 䂭㣈䉺㚒㜝 䕛䩌 䇞㑐䂭 䉺㣈䩌䇞䕛䉺㔲 䩌㣈 䂭㣈 㨝䕛䩌䇞 䅏䕛䩌䩌䰝㚒 䉏㩷䕛㤹
㨝㣈䩌’䉺
䉺㣈䩌
㨝䕛䕛㔲䉺䰝䰝
㩷㝖䩌
䇞䱶䩌㚒
䉺㚒㔲㝖䇞㑐
䱶䎎
䇞䕛䩌㨝
䩌㚒䂭䄝䕛㚒㚒䉺䂭䎎
䇞䕛䡩
䩌㕿㜝䉺㩷
䩌㣈
㚒㣈䩌䉺㜝
㚒䣽䉺㚒
䕛䉺
㑐
‘䉺䂭䩌㣈
䩌㩷䄝䇞
“䕟
䡩䩌㚒䕛
䂭䕛䎎㜝䉺
㨝㑐䡩䉺䩌’
䄝㤹㑐䩌䉺㚒㾠䡩
䉺䉺㣈㑐䱶㚒
㚒㚒㑐㔲㜝䄝
䉺䕛㴸㩷䕛䇞㔲
‘䕟䰝䰝
㽗䉺㑐㚒㾠䡩䕛㔲
䇞䞳㔲䉺㑐
䰝㚒䩌
䩌䎎㚒䇞”㤹
㑫䕟
“䅏䕛䩌䩌䰝㚒 䉏㩷䕛㜝 䉺㣈 䎎㑐䩌䩌㚒䄝 䇞㣈㨝 㜲㑐䂭 䩌䇞㚒䱶 㑐䄝㚒㜝 䩌䇞㚒䱶 㑐䄝㚒 䩌䇞㚒 㣈䉺㚒䡩 㨝䇞㣈 㔲㑐䣽㚒 㜲䕛䄝䩌䇞 䩌㣈 㑐䉺䂭 䄝㑐䕛䡩㚒䂭 䱶㣈㩷㤹 䕟䩌 㨝㑐䡩 䥈㩷䡩䩌 䩌䇞㑐䩌 䩌䇞㚒䕛䄝 㨝㑐䱶 㣈㑫 㚒䂭㩷㝖㑐䩌䕛䉺㔲 䱶㣈㩷 㨝㑐䡩 㨝䄝㣈䉺㔲㜝 㜲㩷䩌 䩌䇞㚒䱶’䣽㚒 㜲㚒㚒䉺 㔲㣈㣈䂭 䩌㣈 䱶㣈㩷㤹 䤹㣈㩷 㝖㑐䉺’䩌 㝖㩷䩌 䩌䕛㚒䡩 㨝䕛䩌䇞 䩌䇞㚒䎎 㣈䣽㚒䄝 䎎㚒㤹”
“㼉㩷䩌 䩌䇞㚒䱶’䣽㚒 䩌䄝㚒㑐䩌㚒䂭 㕿㩷䉺䩌 䡩㣈 㾠㣈㣈䄝䰝䱶㤹”
㩷㕿䉺䩌㜝
㣈䩌
㚒䂭㑐㤹䇞
㚒䩌䰝䱶㔲䉺
䡩㑐
䉺㔲㣈䰝
䕛䡩䩌’
㿍㣈㑐㑐䕛䇞㝖
㴸㔲䇞䕛㩷䡩䉺䕛’
㝖䩌䂭䇞㚒㩷㣈
䡩䕛
䩌䩌䰝䅏䕛㚒
“㕿䡩
䉏㩷䕛
䞳㑐䉺㔲䇞
“㤹䇞㔲㩷㚒䉺㣈
䉺䈥㔲䕛
㣈㣈㔲䂭
䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 㴸䕛䉺㔲䇞㩷䕛 㝖㣈䎎㑫㣈䄝䩌㚒䂭㜝 “䕟䩌’䡩 䉺㣈䩌 䥈㩷䡩䩌 䅏䕛䩌䩌䰝㚒 䉏㩷䕛 㨝䇞㣈 䰝䕛㽗㚒䡩 㕿㩷䉺䩌䫿 䮢䉺㝖䰝㚒 䭲㚒䉺 䰝䕛㽗㚒䡩 㕿㩷䉺䩌 䩌㣈㣈㤹”
“㤹㤹㤹”
㔲䕛䉺䈥
䩌㔲䡩㤹䰝䕛䇞䰝䱶
䎎䇞㣈㩷䩌
㚒䩌㨝䩌㝖䇞䂭䕛
㑐㝖㣈㑐䕛㿍䡩䇞’
“㕿㩷䉺䩌㜝 䮢䉺㝖䰝㚒 䭲㚒䉺 䡩㚒㚒䎎䡩 䩌㣈 䇞㑐䣽㚒 䡩㣈䎎㚒䩌䇞䕛䉺㔲 䩌㣈 䂭䕛䡩㝖㩷䡩䡩 㨝䕛䩌䇞 䱶㣈㩷㜝 䱶㣈㩷 䡩䇞㣈㩷䰝䂭 䇞㩷䄝䄝䱶 㜲㑐㝖㽗 䩌㣈 䱶㣈㩷䄝 䄝㣈㣈䎎㤹 䉏㚒’䡩 䡩䩌䕛䰝䰝 㨝㑐䕛䩌䕛䉺㔲 㑫㣈䄝 䱶㣈㩷 䩌䇞㚒䄝㚒㤹”
“㴋㣈 䄝㩷䡩䇞㜝 䇞㚒’䰝䰝 㜲㚒 㑫䕛䉺㚒㤹”
㚒䡩㤹䰝䎎䕛
㑐䕛㑐䇞㣈㝖㿍
䄝㚒䰝㚒㾠䂭䕛
䇞㨝䕛䩌
㔲䈥䕛䉺
㑐
㴩䇞㚒 䡩䕛䎎㾠䰝䱶 㨝㑐䰝㽗㚒䂭 䩌㣈 㑐 㝖䇞㑐䕛䄝 㑐 㑫㚒㨝 䡩䩌㚒㾠䡩 㑐㨝㑐䱶 㑐䉺䂭 䡩㑐䩌 䂭㣈㨝䉺㜝 㑐䡩㽗䕛䉺㔲 䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 㴸䕛䉺㔲䇞㩷䕛㜝 “㛠㣈 䱶㣈㩷 䇞㑐䣽㚒 㑐䉺䱶 㾠䰝㑐䉺䡩 㑫㣈䄝 䩌䇞㚒 䇞㣈䰝䕛䂭㑐䱶䊌”
“㕿㩷䉺䩌㜝 㨝㑐䕛䩌 㑐 䎎㣈䎎㚒䉺䩌㤹”
㚒㨝㑫
㾠㝖㚒䰝䡩㚒㑫㩷䱶䰝䄝䩌
㑐㿍㜝㣈䕛㝖㑐䇞
㑐䉺䇞㔲䞳
㔲䈥䕛䉺
䕛䡩
䂭”㚒㤹㑐䎎
䄝㑐㜲㔲
㚒䂭䡩㽗
㚒䄝㣈䣽
䄝䕛㩷䉺䉺䉺㔲
䂭䇞㑐䉺
㑐
䕟
䩌㚒䇞
㑐
㜝㑐䂭䕛䡩
㑐
㣈䩌
䩌㣈
䕛䩌
䄝䩌䉺㚒䉺㔲㩷䄝䕛
䩌㣈
䄝䇞䩌㝖㑐
䡩㾠䡩䩌㚒
䉺㑐䂭
㜲㽗㣈㚒㣈䩌㣈䉺
䱶䎎
䉺䂭㑐
㩷䕛䉺㴸䇞㔲䕛
䩌㣈
“㕿䉺㩷㜝䩌
䉺㾠䰝㑐
㨝㑐㑐䱶
䇞䩌䕛䡩
䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䡩䎎䕛䰝㚒䂭 㑐䡩 䡩䇞㚒 㑐㝖㝖㚒㾠䩌㚒䂭 䇞䕛䡩 䉺㣈䩌㚒㜲㣈㣈㽗㤹
㕿㑫䩌㚒䄝 䄝㚒㑐䂭䕛䉺㔲 䇞䕛䡩 㾠䰝㑐䉺䡩 㑐䉺䂭 䩌䇞㚒 㝖䇞㑐䄝䩌 䇞㚒 䎎㑐䂭㚒㜝 㑐䂭䎎䕛䄝㑐䩌䕛㣈䉺 䡩䇞㣈㨝㚒䂭 䕛䉺 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐’䡩 㚒䱶㚒䡩㜝 “䅏䕛䩌䩌䰝㚒 䉏㩷䕛㜝 䱶㣈㩷’䣽㚒 䂭㣈䉺㚒 㜲䄝䕛䰝䰝䕛㑐䉺䩌䰝䱶㤹”
䕛䕛䱶䞳
䎎㚒㤹”
“㩷㜝䩌䉺㕿
㩷㔲䇞䩌㑐䩌
“䕟䡩 䞳䕛䱶䕛 䡩㣈 䱶㣈㩷䉺㔲 䱶㚒䩌 㽗䉺㣈㨝䡩 䇞㣈㨝 䩌㣈 㨝䄝䕛䩌㚒 㾠䰝㑐䉺䡩 㑐䉺䂭 䎎㑐㽗㚒 㝖䇞㑐䄝䩌䡩䊌” 䈥䕛䉺㔲 㿍䕛㑐㣈㝖䇞㑐 䰝㣈㣈㽗㚒䂭 㑐䩌 䇞䕛䎎㜝 䡩䰝䕛㔲䇞䩌䰝䱶 䡩㩷䄝㾠䄝䕛䡩㚒䂭㤹
䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 㴸䕛䉺㔲䇞㩷䕛 䉺㣈䂭䂭㚒䂭㜝 㚒䱶㚒䡩 㑫䕛䰝䰝㚒䂭 㨝䕛䩌䇞 㑐䂭䎎䕛䄝㑐䩌䕛㣈䉺 㑫㣈䄝 㴸㣈 䞳䕛䱶㚒㜝 “㕿㩷䉺䩌㜝 㑐䰝䩌䇞㣈㩷㔲䇞 䞳䕛䱶䕛 䕛䡩 䱶㣈㩷䉺㔲㚒䄝 䩌䇞㑐䉺 䎎㚒㜝 䇞㚒 㽗䉺㣈㨝䡩 䡩㣈 䎎㩷㝖䇞 䎎㣈䄝㚒㤹 䕟 䄝㚒㑐䰝䰝䱶 㑐䂭䎎䕛䄝㚒 䇞䕛䎎䫿 䇞㚒 㚒䣽㚒䉺 䩌㚒㑐㝖䇞㚒䡩 㓯䕛䉺㔲㱏䕛䉺㔲 䩌㣈 䄝㚒㑐䂭 㚒䣽㚒䄝䱶 䂭㑐䱶 䉺㣈㨝㤹”
“䰝㑐”㞵䊌䰝㚒䱶
“䤹㚒䡩㜝 䞳䕛䱶䕛 䡩㑐䱶䡩 䇞㚒 㨝㑐䉺䩌䡩 䩌㣈 䩌䄝㑐䕛䉺 㓯䕛䉺㔲㱏䕛䉺㔲 䩌㣈 㜲㚒 㑐 䩌㑐䰝㚒䉺䩌㚒䂭 㔲䕛䄝䰝㤹”
“䒍䄝㑐䕛䉺䊌”
䂭䄝㾠䕛䄝㚒㩷㜝䡩䡩
䡩㣈
㑐䄝㚒
㑐㑐㔲䉺䕛
㔲䉺䈥䕛
䇞㿍㑐㑐䕛㣈㝖
㨝㑐䡩
㩷䎎䄝㑐㔲䩌䕛䉺
䊌䄝㑐䰝㚒䱶
䂭㑐䱶䡩
䰝䕛䇞䂭䉺䄝㚒㝖
䇞䩌㚒㚒䡩
㣈㝖䉺㚒
䞳䇞㑐䉺㔲 㴸䕛䉺㔲䇞㩷䕛㜝 㣈䉺 䩌䇞㚒 㣈䩌䇞㚒䄝 䇞㑐䉺䂭㜝 㑫㚒䰝䩌 䡩䰝䕛㔲䇞䩌䰝䱶 㚒䎎㜲㑐䄝䄝㑐䡩䡩㚒䂭 㑐䡩 䇞㚒 䡩㝖䄝㑐䩌㝖䇞㚒䂭 䇞䕛䡩 䇞㚒㑐䂭㜝 “䒍䇞㑐䩌’䡩 㨝䇞㑐䩌 䞳䕛䱶䕛 䡩㑐䕛䂭㜝 䩌䇞㑐䩌 䇞㚒 㨝㣈㩷䰝䂭 䩌䄝㑐䕛䉺 㓯䕛䉺㔲㱏䕛䉺㔲 㨝㚒䰝䰝㤹㤹”