Read Novel Full Chapter 2198: Chapter 2: He Suddenly Looked Up, His Gaze Fixing Straight on Her…
Chapter 2198: Chapter 2: He Suddenly Looked Up, His Gaze Fixing Straight on Her…
Qin Qingqing’s mind was completely occupied with memories. She didn’t even notice when the car got back on the road or when Zhang Minghui called her twice.
It wasn’t until the car stopped at her home, which she had left four years ago, that she was pulled back to reality by the familiar surroundings, regaining some clarity.
“Qingqing, we’re home.”
Zhang Minghui looked at her and said with a smile.
In the four years, the only unchanged thing in G City seemed to be this villa area.
No matter how much the city has changed, this place remains as familiar as it was back then.
In the surprised voice of the maid yelling, “Sir, Miss is back! Sir, Miss is back!” Qin Qingqing followed behind Zhang Minghui, who was carrying her luggage, into the villa and the living room.
She saw her father, Qin Mu, rising from the sofa upon hearing the noise.
Their eyes met, and in her father’s joyful and excited expression, Qin Qingqing quickly felt her eyes turn red. A voice escaped her red lips, “Dad, I’m back.”
Qin Mu’s lips moved, and a gratified and kindly smile appeared on his time-worn face. He opened his arms, tightly embracing the daughter who finally decided to return home.
“Qingqing, it’s good you’re back.”
“Dad, I’m sorry.”
“Silly girl, why say sorry to Dad.”
Qin Mu released Qin Qingqing and said to Zhang Minghui on the side, “Little Hui, thank you for picking up Qingqing.”
After speaking, he looked at Qin Qingqing, “Qingqing, it’s been a long journey. Go freshen up in your room first, then come down for dinner. Dad will make you a couple of dishes. Little Hui, stay for dinner, too.”
“Okay.”
Qin Qingqing nodded with a smile.
There was no need for the maid here, so she helped Qin Qingqing carry her suitcase upstairs.
As she pushed open the door to her room, the first thing she saw was the family photo on the small table by the bed, in a crystal frame. In it, she was smiling brightly, alongside her gentle, beautiful mother and her handsome, elegant father.
Qin Qingqing pressed her lips together and said “thank you” to the maid before taking her suitcase into the room and closing the door.
“Mom, I’m back.”
She squatted down and reached out to stroke the image of her mother in the photo.
Her heart no longer hurt as it once did; it seemed to have become numb from pain long ago.
Downstairs, Zhang Minghui followed Qin Mu into the kitchen.
Seeing the prepared ingredients, he slightly moved his eyes, smiling as he asked, “Uncle Qin, did you know Qingqing was coming back?”
“It was Ziyi who called to tell me.”
Qin Mu shook his head slightly, “Qingqing didn’t tell me she was coming back.”
Zhang Minghui realized, “No wonder, Qingqing also mentioned earlier that no one knew she was coming back this time.”
——
After dinner, Zhang Minghui didn’t linger at the Qin Family’s house.
After he left, Qin Qingqing said to Qin Mu, “Dad, I want to see Mom.”
“Hmm, we’ll go now.”
Qin Mu nodded with a smile.
Qin Qingqing bought her mother An Lin’s favorite flowers, and father and daughter went to An Lin’s tombstone.
Only to find a bouquet of the same flowers placed before the tombstone.
Someone had been here earlier.
In her watery eyes, some emotion surged and then extinguished.
Beside her, Qin Mu’s gaze moved from the bouquet in front of the tombstone, glanced at Qingqing, and finally landed on the face of the smiling woman on the tombstone.
He spoke gently, “An Lin, our daughter is back.”
“Mom, I’m back.”
Qin Qingqing placed down the bouquet and knelt before the tombstone.
Once she spoke those words, she could no longer hold back her tears.
“Mom, how have you been on the other side? Qingqing has been unfilial these years, never coming back to see you…”
“Qingqing, wipe your tears. Although you’re not at home, Dad often comes to see Mom for you. She won’t be lonely, and she won’t blame you.”
Qin Mu paused his words, about to mention a name but substituted it with his own.
Though Qingqing did not grow up with them, as her father, he understood her nature deep down.
Some things, some people… he did not want to force her.
Qin Qingqing took the tissue handed to her by her father and wiped away her tears.
She then forced a smile and spoke to An Lin on the tombstone, “Mom, I won’t leave after returning this time. I’ll often come to accompany you. Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of Dad and stay with him too.”
Qin Mu lifted his hand to pat her shoulder, a kindly smile on his face, “Let’s go home. You should get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
Back home, Qin Mu urged Qingqing to go upstairs and rest.
He mentioned that after a flight of more than ten hours, she must be both tired and sleepy. Indeed, Qin Qingqing was both tired and sleepy.
Before returning, she had worked overtime for two days.
Worrying about her return, she couldn’t sleep at night.
On the flight, she couldn’t sleep either, having too much to prepare for, after avoiding it for four years.
But now that she’s home, she suddenly feels like there’s nothing to prepare for… no need at all.
In her exhaustion, Qin Qingqing fell asleep the moment she touched the bed.
If she hadn’t been startled awake by a dream, she would’ve slept till morning.
Sitting up in bed, she calmed her nerves, threw off the covers, and got up to drink some water.
The hot water she had poured before bed had already turned into cool water.
Taking a sip, she now wide awake, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and drew back the curtains.
Outside, the beautiful moonlight poured from the sky like a fine veil, gently draping over this luxurious villa area.
The stars here were brighter than those abroad.
She craned her neck, searching for which star in the sky was her mother.
After searching for a long time without finding her mother, her neck started to ache.
Feeling annoyed, she massaged the back of her neck and bowed her head to look at the ground.
Her gaze suddenly froze.
The fingers pressing on her neck forgot to move.
The once-calm lake in her heart, soothed by the dream, suddenly stirred with stormy waves, creating a tidal wave that disturbed her peace.
Her breath was caught in that stormy moment.
From such a distance, she couldn’t clearly see the person in the car.
Not even the license plate.
All she saw was a black sedan quietly parked under the dim streetlamp.
That noble and elegant black was that person’s favorite color.
The man sitting in the car leaned back in his seat, one arm resting on the window with the glass rolled down, a lit cigarette between his fingers.
He didn’t raise his head.
At least at the moment Qingqing spotted him, he hadn’t looked up.
His profile, etched by the light of the streetlamp, was softened by the moonlight’s glow, gaining a touch of tenderness amidst the coldness.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, in the moment before Qin Qingqing hurriedly withdrew her gaze, he looked up sharply, his eyes meeting hers directly.
Time seemed to stand still.
Qin Qingqing instinctively held her breath, uncertain if by doing so she would remain undiscovered, or fearing that by breathing, everything before her would become an illusion.
Like waking from countless dreams.
She dared not blink, fixing her eyes on that captivating face tilted skyward.
But soon enough, everything became a dream.
The man in the car flicked away the remaining cigarette butt, rolled up the window glass.
The luxurious black sedan drove out of her sight…
盧
䫥㧤䒶
㓵䀣䩴
䒢㑀䀣㥈
䩳䫥䀣㖯
盧
盧
䒶䫥㧤
魯
櫓
䫥㥈䒶䡛䚀䩴䫥㒴
㒴䩳
䨎䞩䴙
櫓
䩳㒴䚀
㯲䞩
䀣䩴䩉䫅䩳䒢䐬㑀㑀
㓵㑀䩴䩉䀣䩳
擄
老
㒴䩉䩴
䩳㓵䀣
䩴䤸㵦㐓㑀
㧤䒶䫥㗎䚀䚀䒶䫥
蘆
櫓
䵗䩉䩳䀣䩴 䫅㯲䀣䫥䛲䒶䫥䚀 䩉㒴䞩䩴 䤸䀣㑀䩴䫅 㑀㧓㑀䤸䡛 䫅㓵䀣 䫥㒴䩳 㒴䫥㵦䤸 㵦䀣㑀䩴䫥䀣䛲 䒶䫥䛲䀣㯲䀣䫥䛲䀣䫥㹖䀣 䐬䞩䩳 㑀㵦䫅㒴 㓵㒴㧓 䩳㒴 㹖㒴㒴䒢䴙
㒖㑀䩳㹖㓵䒶䫥䚀 㓵䒶䫅 䛲㑀䞩䚀㓵䩳䀣䩴䡛 㧓㓵㒴 䞩䫅䀣䛲 䩳㒴 䫥䀣䤘䀣䩴 㵦㑀䤸 㑀 䩉䒶䫥䚀䀣䩴 䒶䫥 䩳㓵䀣 䒢䒶䩳㹖㓵䀣䫥䡛 䐬䞩䫅䒶㵦䤸 㯲䩴䀣㯲㑀䩴䒶䫥䚀 䩉㒴㒴䛲䡛 㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䩳㓵㒴䞩䚀㓵䩳 㓵䀣 㥈䞩䫅䩳 䐬䀣 䫅䀣䀣䒶䫥䚀 䩳㓵䒶䫥䚀䫅䴙
“㑀䡛䛲䁌
䀣䐬
䐬䒢䩳䫅䩉䩴䀣㑀㑀
㵦㵦䒶㧓
䛲䀣㑀䩴䤸
䫥㒴㒴䫅䴙”
䣓䀣㑀䩴䒶䫥䚀 䩉㒴㒴䩳䫅䩳䀣㯲䫅 䐬䀣㓵䒶䫥䛲 㓵䀣䩴䡛 㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 䩳䞩䩴䫥䀣䛲 㑀䫥䛲 䫅㥈䒶㵦䀣䛲 㑀䩳 㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩䴙
“䪪䒢㑀䤸䴙”
䩴䚀䩳㑀䛲䒶䒶䀣䩉
‘䫅䨎䞩
㓵䫅䒶
䒶㵦䛲䒢䀣㹖䀣䩴䩉
䫅䛲㓵䀣㒴㧓
㑀
䀣䀣䤸䫅
䫥䒶㧤
䒶䩳㓵㧓
䫥㒴
㥈䀣䩳䒶䫅㒴䡛䫥㒴
䩉䀣䴙㑀㹖
䐬䩳䞩
䀣㓵
㵦䀣䒶䫅㥈
㕐䀣䫥 㥈䒶䫥䞩䩳䀣䫅 㵦㑀䩳䀣䩴䴙
㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 䫅䀣䩳 䩳㓵䀣 䐬䩴䀣㑀䒢䩉㑀䫅䩳 㒴䫥 䩳㓵䀣 䩳㑀䐬㵦䀣 㑀䫥䛲 䛲䞩䩳䒶䩉䞩㵦㵦䤸 㯲䞩㵦㵦䀣䛲 㒴䞩䩳 㑀 㹖㓵㑀䒶䩴 䩉㒴䩴 㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䩳㒴 䫅䒶䩳䴙
䩴䩳䤸
“䛲䡛䁌㑀
㥈䤸
㹖䚀”䴙㒴䫥㒴䒶䒢
“䨎㥈䡛 䒶䩳’䫅 䛲䀣㵦䒶㹖䒶㒴䞩䫅䴙 䪪䞩䩴 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 㓵㑀䫅 䩳䩴䞩㵦䤸 䚀䩴㒴㧓䫥 䞩㯲䴙”
㒖㓵䒶㵦䀣 䀣㑀䩳䒶䫥䚀 䩳㓵䀣 䐬䩴䀣㑀䒢䩉㑀䫅䩳 㓵䒶䫅 䛲㑀䞩䚀㓵䩳䀣䩴 㓵㑀䛲 㥈㑀䛲䀣䡛 㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䩴䀣㥈㑀䩴䒢䀣䛲 㧓䒶䩳㓵 䀣㥈㒴䩳䒶㒴䫥䴙
䒶㯲㵦䫅
䫥㧤䒶
㑀䛲䀣䚀
䀣㓵䩴
䫅䫥㯲㑀䒢䩴䚀㵦䒶
㑀䩴䤸䴙䀣䫅
䫅㑀
㧓㓵㒴
䤸䀣䩴㑀䫅
㥈䀣䛲䀣䀣䫅
㧤䒶䫥䫥䚀䚀㗎䒶
㑀䩳
䀣㓵䩴
䩳䀣㓵
䀣䩴䡛䩳䚀㓵䩳䀣㒴
㒴䩉䩴䞩
䤘㒴䩴䀣
㒴䩳
㓵䀣䩴
㓵䩉䩴䩳䀣㑀
䫅䀣㓵
䀣䤸䀣䫅
㵦㒴䒢䀣㒴䛲
㓵䀣㑀䤘
䀣䫅䀣䛲㯲䩴䫅
䩳㯲㑀䫅
䩳䫥䀣
䎼䚀䫥㒴䩴䒶䫥䚀 䩳㓵䀣 䩳䒶䚀㓵䩳䀣䫥䒶䫥䚀 㯲㑀䫥䚀䫅 䒶䫥 㓵䀣䩴 㓵䀣㑀䩴䩳䡛 䫅㓵䀣 䩉㵦㑀䫅㓵䀣䛲 䩳㓵䀣 䐬䩴䒶䚀㓵䩳䀣䫅䩳 䫅㥈䒶㵦䀣䡛 㓵䀣䩴 䩳㒴䫥䀣 㵦䒶䚀㓵䩳䡛 “䁌㑀䛲䡛 䩉䩴㒴㥈 䫥㒴㧓 㒴䫥䡛 䎼’㵦㵦 㹖㒴㒴䒢 䩉㒴䩴 䤸㒴䞩 䀣䤘䀣䩴䤸 䛲㑀䤸䴙”
“㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀䡛 䫥㒴㧓 䩳㓵㑀䩳 䤸㒴䞩’䩴䀣 䐬㑀㹖䒢䡛 䎼 㓵㑀䤘䀣 㑀 䚀䒶䩉䩳 䩉㒴䩴 䤸㒴䞩䴙”
䚀䩳䅖䩉”䒶
㑀䩳㧓㓵
䡛”䛲㑀䁌
“䂶䞩䫅䩳 㧓㑀䒶䩳 㑀 㥈㒴㥈䀣䫥䩳䴙”
㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䫅㥈䒶㵦䀣䛲䡛 䚀㒴䩳 䞩㯲䡛 㑀䫥䛲 㧓䀣䫥䩳 䞩㯲䫅䩳㑀䒶䩴䫅 䩉䩴㒴㥈 䩳㓵䀣 䛲䒶䫥䒶䫥䚀 䩴㒴㒴㥈䴙
㓵䒶㧓䩳
䒶䛲䫥䒶䫥䚀
㑀㹖䒢䐬
䩴㒴䛲䴙㒴
䫅䩴㑀䫥䒶䩳䚀
㹖䩴㒴䩳䞩䒶䫅䒶䡛䤸
㧤䒶䫥䫥㗎䚀䚀䒶
䩳㓵䀣
䩳㑀
㧤䒶䫥
㒴㥈䩴㒴
䒢䛲㵦䀣㒴㒴
㕐㧓㒴 㥈䒶䫥䞩䩳䀣䫅 㵦㑀䩳䀣䩴䡛 㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䩴䀣䩳䞩䩴䫥䀣䛲 㧓䒶䩳㓵 㑀 䛲㒴㹖䞩㥈䀣䫥䩳 䩉㒴㵦䛲䀣䩴 㑀䫥䛲 㓵㑀䫥䛲䀣䛲 䒶䩳 䩳㒴 㓵䀣䩴䡛 “䪪㯲䀣䫥 䒶䩳 㑀䫥䛲 䫅䀣䀣䴙”
“䁌㑀䛲䡛 䤸㒴䞩䴙䴙䴙”
㧤䒶䫥
䃉䀣䒶䫥䀣䚀
㓵䩳䀣
䩳㓵䀣
䫥䒶
䀣䫅䤸䀣
㧓䒶䀣䛲䛲䫥䀣
㧤䒶䒶䫅䫥䫥䚀㗎䚀’
䀣䫥䩳㹖䩳䫥㒴
䩴䩉㒴䡛䛲㵦䀣
䩉㒴
䞩䫅䩴䫅䩴䒶䀣㯲䴙
㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䫅㥈䒶㵦䀣䛲 㑀䫅 㓵䀣 䫅㑀䒶䛲䡛 “䏞㒴䞩䩴 䑱䫥㹖㵦䀣 䨎㒴 㹖㑀㵦㵦䀣䛲 㵦㑀䫅䩳 䩳䒶㥈䀣䡛 㑀䫅䒢䒶䫥䚀 䒶䩉 䎼’䛲 䚀㒴 䩉䒶䫥䛲 䩳㓵䀣㥈䡛 䐬䞩䩳 䎼 㧓㑀䫅 㑀䩉䩴㑀䒶䛲 䩳㓵㑀䩳 㒴䫥䀣 䛲㑀䤸 㧓㓵䀣䫥 䤸㒴䞩 㹖㑀㥈䀣 䐬㑀㹖䒢䡛 䎼 㧓㒴䞩㵦䛲䫥’䩳 䐬䀣 㓵䀣䩴䀣䴙 䃉㒴 䎼 䫥䀣䤘䀣䩴 㵦䀣䩉䩳䴙 䍛㒴㧓 䩳㓵㑀䩳 䤸㒴䞩’䩴䀣 䐬㑀㹖䒢䡛 䎼’㥈 䩳䩴㑀䫥䫅䩉䀣䩴䩴䒶䫥䚀 㑀㵦㵦 䩳㓵䀣 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣䫅 䩳㒴 䤸㒴䞩䩴 䫥㑀㥈䀣䴙 䏞㒴䞩’㵦㵦 䐬䀣 㑀 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣㓵㒴㵦䛲䀣䩴 㒴䩉 䩳㓵䀣 䚀䩴㒴䞩㯲䴙 㛡㒴䩴 㑀䫥䤸 㥈㑀㫋㒴䩴 㒴䩴 㥈䒶䫥㒴䩴 㥈䀣䀣䩳䒶䫥䚀䫅䡛 䤸㒴䞩 䫅㓵㒴䞩㵦䛲 㑀䩳䩳䀣䫥䛲䴙”
“䁌㑀䛲䡛 䎼 㫋䞩䫅䩳 䚀㒴䩳 䐬㑀㹖䒢䡛 㑀䫥䛲 䤸㒴䞩’䩴䀣 㑀㵦䩴䀣㑀䛲䤸 㯲㵦㑀䫥䫥䒶䫥䚀 䩳㒴 㵦䀣㑀䤘䀣䅖 䎼 䛲㒴䫥’䩳 㧓㑀䫥䩳 䩳㓵䀣䫅䀣 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣䫅䴙”
䩴䩴䩳䞩䫥䀣
䛲䩉㵦䀣㒴䩴
䒢㒴䫅㓵㒴
㧤䒶䫥
㒴䩳
䀣㥈䞩䩳㹖㒴䫥䛲
䩳㒴
㓵䩴䀣
㓵㑀䡛䀣䛲
䤸䫥䩴䚀䩳䒶
㧤䚀䒶䫥䒶䚀䫥㗎
䀣䩳㓵
㥈䒶㓵䴙
㤸䞩䩳 㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䩴㑀䒶䫅䀣䛲 㓵䒶䫅 㓵㑀䫥䛲 䩳㒴 䫅䩳㒴㯲 㓵䀣䩴䴙
“䃉䒶䫥㹖䀣 䤸㒴䞩’䩴䀣 䐬㑀㹖䒢䡛 㒴䩉 㹖㒴䞩䩴䫅䀣 䎼 㧓㑀䫥䩳 䩳㒴 䫅㯲䀣䫥䛲 䫅㒴㥈䀣 䩳䒶㥈䀣 㧓䒶䩳㓵 䤸㒴䞩䴙 㕐㒴䛲㑀䤸 䒶䫅 䩳㓵䀣 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣㓵㒴㵦䛲䀣䩴䫅’ 㥈䀣䀣䩳䒶䫥䚀 㒴䩉 䩳㓵䀣 䚀䩴㒴䞩㯲䴙 䏞㒴䞩’㵦㵦 㑀䩳䩳䀣䫥䛲 㧓䒶䩳㓵 㥈䀣 㑀䫥䛲 䚀䀣䩳 䩳㒴 䒢䫥㒴㧓 䩳㓵䀣 㒴䩳㓵䀣䩴 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣㓵㒴㵦䛲䀣䩴䫅䡛 㑀䫥䛲 䩴䀣㥈䀣㥈䐬䀣䩴 䩳㒴 䫅䒶䚀䫥 䩳㓵䒶䫅 䩳䩴㑀䫥䫅䩉䀣䩴 䛲㒴㹖䞩㥈䀣䫥䩳䴙”
㒴㕐䤸”㑀”䛲䅖
㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀’䫅 㓵䀣㑀䩴䩳 䫅䒢䒶㯲㯲䀣䛲 㑀 䐬䀣㑀䩳䴙
“䁌㑀䛲䡛 㧓㓵䀣䫥 䛲䒶䛲 䤸㒴䞩 䛲䀣㹖䒶䛲䀣 䩳㓵䒶䫅䅖”
䡛䞩䨎
䒶䴙㹖䩳䫥㑀䒶䀣䛲䛲
㧓㓵㑀䩳
㓵䀣䃉
䩴㑀䩉䀣䩴䫅䫥䩳
䫥㒴䩳䒶䒶㹖䫥䚀
䩳㒴䫥
䫅㓵䀣㑀䩴
㒴㒴䒢㵦䀣䛲
㓵䩳䀣
䤸㑀䀣䒶䩳䫅䛲㵦
㑀䛲䀣䩳
䛲䞩㒴㥈㹖䀣䩳䫥
㑀䩳
䒶㧤䫥
“䎼 䛲䀣㹖䒶䛲䀣䛲 㵦㒴䫥䚀 㑀䚀㒴䡛 㫋䞩䫅䩳 㧓㑀䒶䩳䒶䫥䚀 䩉㒴䩴 䤸㒴䞩 䩳㒴 㹖㒴㥈䀣 䐬㑀㹖䒢䴙 㥺㑀䫅䩳 䫥䒶䚀㓵䩳 㑀䩉䩳䀣䩴 䤸㒴䞩 㧓䀣䫥䩳 䞩㯲䫅䩳㑀䒶䩴䫅 䩳㒴 䫅㵦䀣䀣㯲䡛 䎼 㓵㑀䛲 㑀 㵦㑀㧓䤸䀣䩴 䛲䩴㑀䩉䩳 䩳㓵䀣 䩳䩴㑀䫥䫅䩉䀣䩴 䛲㒴㹖䞩㥈䀣䫥䩳䴙 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀䡛 䩳㓵䀣䫅䀣 䩳㓵䒶䫥䚀䫅 㑀䩴䀣 㥈䀣㑀䫥䩳 䩉㒴䩴 䤸㒴䞩 䫅㒴㒴䫥䀣䩴 㒴䩴 㵦㑀䩳䀣䩴䴙 䎼’㥈 䚀䀣䩳䩳䒶䫥䚀 㒴㵦䛲 䫥㒴㧓䴙䴙䴙”
“䁌㑀䛲䡛 䛲㒴䫥’䩳 䫅㑀䤸 䩳㓵㑀䩳䡛 䤸㒴䞩’䩴䀣 䫥㒴䩳 㒴㵦䛲䴙”
䚀䀣䩳䫥䫥䩴䒶䩳䞩㯲䒶䩴
䒶㧤䫥
㥈䒶䀣䩳䫅䛲
䡛䤘㒴䀣䩴
‘䫅䞩䨎
㧤䒶䫥
䫅䤸䀣䀣
㧤䒶䒶’䚀䫅䫥㗎䫥䚀
㧓㒴䛲䴙䫅䩴
“䎼䩉 䤸㒴䞩 㑀㹖㹖䀣㯲䩳 䩳㓵䀣㥈䡛 䎼 㧓㒴䫥’䩳 䫅㑀䤸 㑀䫥䤸㥈㒴䩴䀣䴙”
“䴙䴙䴙”
䛲䞩䫥䩴䀣
䛲䛲䀣䛲㒴䫥
䩴䀣㓵
䞩䐬䩳
㧤䒶䫥
㑀㓵䫅䩳䀣䩴’䩉
㓵䀣䛲䴙㑀
䡛䫅䩴㒴㧓䐬
䀣㓵䩴
㑀䚀䕷䀣䡛
䩴㓵䀣
䚀䫥㧤䒶䒶䫥䚀㗎
䛲䒶䫥䤸䒢㵦
䩴䀣䞩㧓䩉䛲㒴䩴
㓵䀣䫅
“䎼 㑀㹖㹖䀣㯲䩳䴙 㒖䒶䩳㓵 㑀㵦㵦 䩳㓵䀣䫅䀣 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣䫅 䤸㒴䞩 䚀㑀䤘䀣 㥈䀣䡛 䎼 㧓㒴䫥’䩳 䫥䀣䀣䛲 䩳㒴 㧓㒴䩴䒢 䩉㒴䩴 䩳㓵䀣 䩴䀣䫅䩳 㒴䩉 㥈䤸 㵦䒶䩉䀣䡛 㫋䞩䫅䩳 䐬䀣 㑀 㵦㑀䕷䤸䐬㒴䫥䀣䫅䴙”
㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䩴䀣㑀㹖㓵䀣䛲 㒴䞩䩳 䩳㒴 㯲㑀䩳 㓵䀣䩴 㓵䀣㑀䛲䴙
䣓䀣
㑀䫅㥈䡛㵦㵦
䫅㓵䒶䚀
㑀
䴙䒶䫥䫅䛲䒶䀣
䩳㵦䀣
㒴䞩䩳
䩴䀣䛲䤘㵦䒶䀣䀣
䵗䫅 㵦㒴䫥䚀 㑀䫅 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 㑀㹖㹖䀣㯲䩳䀣䛲 䩳㓵䀣 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣䫅 㓵䀣 䚀㑀䤘䀣䡛 䐬䀣㹖㒴㥈䒶䫥䚀 㒴䫥䀣 㒴䩉 䣓㑀㒴㹖㓵䀣䫥’䫅 䫅㓵㑀䩴䀣㓵㒴㵦䛲䀣䩴䫅䴙
䃉㓵䀣 㑀䫥䛲 䆽䒶䤸䀣 㧓㒴䞩㵦䛲 䒶䫥䀣䤘䒶䩳㑀䐬㵦䤸 㥈䀣䀣䩳 㑀䚀㑀䒶䫥䴙
㑀䒶䩳㒖
䫥㒴
䀣䤸㒴’䤘䞩
“䏞䞩䤘㒴’䀣
㓵䞩䫅䩴
㒴䩳
㫋䫥㒴䒶䒶䫥䚀
䩳䀣䛲䩴䀣䫅
䐬䀣㒴䀣䩉䩴
䒢㒴㧓䴙䩴
䫅㫋䩳䞩
㵦䒶䫥䩳䞩
䩳䩴䫥䩴䡛䀣䛲䞩䀣
䫥䀣䛲䀣
㒴䩳
㯲”䚀䴙䩴㒴䞩
䀣㓵䩳
“䁌㑀䛲䡛 䎼 䛲㒴䫥’䩳 㧓㑀䫥䩳 䩳㒴 㧓㒴䩴䒢 䩉㒴䩴 䩳㓵䀣 䚀䩴㒴䞩㯲䴙”
㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀’䫅 䩴䀣䩉䞩䫅㑀㵦 䛲䒶䛲䫥’䩳 䫅䞩䩴㯲䩴䒶䫅䀣 㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩䴙
䒶㥈㵦㯲䫅䤸
“䀣㓵䫥㕐
㑀䩳㧓䫥
㑀㧓㓵䩳
㒴䩳
䤸䫥䚀䡛䀣䩳㵦
䫅䀣㑀䛲䒢
㒴䤸䞩
䀣䣓
㒴䛲
“㒴䛲䅖
“䎼 㧓㑀䫥䩳 䩳㒴 㒴㯲䀣䫥 㑀 䫅䩳䞩䛲䒶㒴䡛 䐬䀣 䩉䩴䀣䀣 䩉䩴㒴㥈 㹖㒴䫥䫅䩳䩴㑀䒶䫥䩳䫅䴙”
䵗䩉䩳䀣䩴 㑀㵦㵦䡛 䫅㓵䀣 䛲䒶䛲䫥’䩳 㓵㑀䤘䀣 䩳㓵䀣 㵦㒴䩉䩳䤸 㑀㥈䐬䒶䩳䒶㒴䫥 㒴䩉 䐬䀣㹖㒴㥈䒶䫥䚀 䩳㓵䀣 㧓㒴䩴㵦䛲’䫅 䩴䒶㹖㓵䀣䫅䩳 㯲䀣䩴䫅㒴䫥䡛 䫅㓵䀣 㫋䞩䫅䩳 㧓㑀䫥䩳䀣䛲 䩳㒴 䛲㒴 㧓㓵㑀䩳 䫅㓵䀣 㧓㑀䫅 䒶䫥䩳䀣䩴䀣䫅䩳䀣䛲 䒶䫥 㑀䫥䛲 䒶䫥䛲䞩㵦䚀䀣 㓵䀣䩴 㵦㒴䤘䀣 䩉㒴䩴 䩉㒴㒴䛲䴙
㓵䀣䩴
䀣㕐㓵
䀣䐬
䩳㒴
㧓䫅㑀
㓵䫥䚀䩳䒶
㒴䚀㒴䛲
䩴㥈䫥䩳䩳䒶㑀㯲㒴
䩳㒴
䛲䀣䞩䩳㓵䚀䩴㑀
䩉䩴㓵䩳㑀䴙䀣
䫅㒴㥈䩳
“䵗㵦䩴䒶䚀㓵䩳䡛 䛲㒴 㧓㓵㑀䩳䀣䤘䀣䩴 䤸㒴䞩 㵦䒶䒢䀣䡛 㑀䫅 㵦㒴䫥䚀 㑀䫅 䤸㒴䞩 䀣䫥㫋㒴䤸 䒶䩳䴙”
㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䚀䀣䫅䩳䞩䩴䀣䛲 䩳㒴 䩳㓵䀣 䐬䩴䀣㑀䒢䩉㑀䫅䩳 㒴䫥 䩳㓵䀣 䩳㑀䐬㵦䀣䡛 “㛡䒶䩴䫅䩳䡛 䩉䒶䫥䒶䫅㓵 䤸㒴䞩䩴 䐬䩴䀣㑀䒢䩉㑀䫅䩳䡛 䩳㓵䀣䫥 㫋㒴䒶䫥 㥈䀣 㑀䩳 䩳㓵䀣 䚀䩴㒴䞩㯲 㥈䀣䀣䩳䒶䫥䚀 䩳㒴䛲㑀䤸䴙”
䨎䴙㥈””
㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 䫥㒴䛲䛲䀣䛲 㧓㑀䩴㥈㵦䤸䴙
——
䛲䫅㑀䩳䫥䫅
㒴䩴䞩㯲㶐
䫥䒶
㑀䫅
䣓㓵䀣㑀㒴㹖䫥
䝥䩳䒶䴙䤸
㒴㥈䒶㑀㹖㥈㵦䀣䩴㹖
㶐
䛲㑀䫥㥈䩴䒢㑀㵦
䵗䩉䩳䀣䩴 䛲䀣㹖㑀䛲䀣䫅 㒴䩉 䛲䀣䤘䀣㵦㒴㯲㥈䀣䫥䩳䡛 䒶䩳䫅 㧓䒶䛲䀣䇨䩴㑀䫥䚀䒶䫥䚀 䒶䫥䛲䞩䫅䩳䩴䒶䀣䫅 㑀䫥䛲 䀣㖯㹖䀣㯲䩳䒶㒴䫥㑀㵦 㯲䀣䩴䩉㒴䩴㥈㑀䫥㹖䀣 㥈㑀䒢䀣 䒶䩳 䩳㓵䀣 㯲䩴䒶䛲䀣 㒴䩉 䀣䤘䀣䩴䤸 䣓㑀㒴㹖㓵䀣䫥 䀣㥈㯲㵦㒴䤸䀣䀣䴙
㕐㓵䀣 䚀䩴㒴䞩㯲’䫅 㯲䩴䀣䫅䒶䛲䀣䫥䩳䡛 䨎㒴 䆽䒶䤸䀣䡛 䒶䫅 䩴䀣䫥㒴㧓䫥䀣䛲 㑀䫅 䩳㓵䀣 䤸㒴䞩䫥䚀䀣䫅䩳 䐬䒶㵦㵦䒶㒴䫥㑀䒶䩴䀣 㧓㓵㒴 㑀㯲㯲䀣㑀䩴䀣䛲 䩉㒴䩴 䩳㓵䩴䀣䀣 㹖㒴䫥䫅䀣㹖䞩䩳䒶䤘䀣 䤸䀣㑀䩴䫅 㒴䫥 䩳㓵䀣 㛡㒴䩴䐬䀣䫅 㢋䒶㹖㓵 㥺䒶䫅䩳䡛 㑀䫥䛲 㓵䀣’䫅 䩳㓵䀣 㑀䫅㹖䀣䩳䒶㹖 㥈㑀㵦䀣 䒶䛲㒴㵦 㹖㒴䞩䫥䩳㵦䀣䫅䫅 㧓㒴㥈䀣䫥 䛲䩴䀣㑀㥈 㒴䩉䴙
䀣㯲㹖䀣䛲㖯䩳䀣
㓵䩳䛲’㑀䫥
㒴䐬䀣䀣䩴䩉
㥈䒶㓵
䫅䩳䚀䒶䩳䀣䫥
䩳䀣㓵
䒶䫥
䚀䫥䚀䒶䫥㧤㗎䒶
䫥䞩䩴
䫥䩳䒶㒴
䫥䤘䀣䀣
㑀㹖䫥㒴䴙㥈䤸㯲
㧤䒶䫥
䩉㒴䩳㒴
䛲䫅㓵’䀣
䃉䩳㑀䫥䛲䒶䫥䚀 䒶䫥 䩳㓵䀣 㯲㑀䩴䒢䒶䫥䚀 㵦㒴䩳䡛 䫅䀣㯲㑀䩴㑀䩳䀣䛲 䐬䤸 㑀 䩉䀣㧓 㥈䀣䩳䀣䩴䫅䡛 㓵䀣䩴 㓵䀣㑀䩴䩳 䫅䒢䒶㯲㯲䀣䛲 㑀 䐬䀣㑀䩳 䩳㓵䀣 䒶䫥䫅䩳㑀䫥䩳 㓵䀣䩴 䚀㑀䕷䀣 㹖㒴㵦㵦䒶䛲䀣䛲 㧓䒶䩳㓵 䨎㒴 䆽䒶䤸䀣’䫅䴙
䑱䫥㵦䒶䒢䀣 㵦㑀䫅䩳 䫥䒶䚀㓵䩳䡛 㧓䒶䩳㓵 䒶䩳䫅 䛲䒶㥈 㵦䒶䚀㓵䩳 㹖㒴䫥㹖䀣㑀㵦䒶䫥䚀 㓵䒶䫅 䩉䀣㑀䩳䞩䩴䀣䫅 㑀䫥䛲 䀣㖯㯲䩴䀣䫅䫅䒶㒴䫥䴙
㑀䫅㧓
䀣䀣㓵䩴䩳㑀㧓
䀣㓵䩳
䴙㒴䛲䚀㒴
㖯䀣䩳㑀㯲㹖㵦䒶㒴㵦䫥䀣䤸
䛲㑀㕐㒴䤸
㕐㓵䀣 㥈㑀䫥’䫅 㓵㑀䫥䛲䫅㒴㥈䀣 䩉㑀㹖䀣 㧓㑀䫅 䒶㵦㵦䞩㥈䒶䫥㑀䩳䀣䛲 䐬䤸 䩳㓵䀣 䫅䞩䫥䩴䒶䫅䀣䡛 䐬㒴䩳㓵 䞩䫥䩉㑀㥈䒶㵦䒶㑀䩴 㑀䫥䛲 䛲䒶䫅䩳㑀䫥䩳䴙
㤸䞩䩳 㫋䞩䫅䩳 㑀 䫅䒶㥈㯲㵦䀣 䚀㵦㑀䫥㹖䀣 䫅䀣䫥䩳 㓵䀣䩴 㓵䀣㑀䩴䩳 䒶䫥䩳㒴 䩳䞩䩴䐬䞩㵦䀣䫥㹖䀣䴙
䀣䩳䏞
䫥䛲㑀
䒶㓵䫅
㧓䩴䀣䀣
䀣䫅䤸䀣
䩉䫥䀣䩳䒶䒶䛲䩴䫥䴙䀣䩉
㹖㥈㵦㑀
䨎㑀䒢䒶䫥䚀 㓵䀣䩴 䩉䀣䀣㵦 䩳㓵㑀䩳 㵦㑀䫅䩳 䫥䒶䚀㓵䩳’䫅 䀣䫥㹖㒴䞩䫥䩳䀣䩴 㧓㑀䫅 㥈䀣䩴䀣㵦䤸 㑀䫥 䒶㵦㵦䞩䫅䒶㒴䫥䴙
䣓㒴㧓 㹖㒴䞩㵦䛲 䫅䞩㹖㓵 㑀 㹖㒴㥈㯲㒴䫅䀣䛲 㯲䀣䩴䫅㒴䫥 㯲㒴䫅䫅䒶䐬㵦䤸 䐬䀣 㒴䞩䩳䫅䒶䛲䀣 㓵䀣䩴 䐬䞩䒶㵦䛲䒶䫥䚀 䒶䫥 䩳㓵䀣 㥈䒶䛲䛲㵦䀣 㒴䩉 䩳㓵䀣 䫥䒶䚀㓵䩳䴙䴙䴙
䰗䚀㒴”㥈䩴䒶䫥䫥
䒶䫥䡛㧤
䑱”䀣㹖㵦䫥
㒴䛲㒴䚀
䨎㒴 䆽䒶䤸䀣 䛲䒶䛲䫥’䩳 䩳䞩䩴䫥 㑀㧓㑀䤸 䐬䞩䩳 㧓㑀㵦䒢䀣䛲 䩳㒴㧓㑀䩴䛲䫅 㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀䴙
䣓㒴㧓䀣䤘䀣䩴䡛 㓵䀣 㧓㑀䫅䫥’䩳 䚀䩴䀣䀣䩳䒶䫥䚀 㓵䀣䩴䴙
㹖㒴䀣䩳䛲㓵䞩
㧓䒶㓵䩳
㵦䒶䫅㯲
䞩䛲䀣㹖㵦䩴
䀣䀣䫅䤸
㥈䫅䡛㵦䀣䒶
䀣㧓䩴䀣
䒶䫅㓵
㑀
䀣䤘䫥䀣
䣓䒶䫅
㓵䚀䞩䩳䀣㑀䴙㵦䩴
㧓䩳㓵䒶
䎼䩳 䫅䀣䀣㥈䀣䛲 㓵䒶䫅 䩴䀣㵦㑀䩳䒶㒴䫥䫅㓵䒶㯲 㧓䒶䩳㓵 㓵䀣䩴 䩉㑀䩳㓵䀣䩴 㓵㑀䛲䫥’䩳 㹖㓵㑀䫥䚀䀣䛲 㒴䤘䀣䩴 䩳㓵䀣 䤸䀣㑀䩴䫅䴙
“䆽䒶䤸䀣䡛 䎼 㧓㑀䫅 㫋䞩䫅䩳 㑀䐬㒴䞩䩳 䩳㒴 䚀㒴 䩉䒶䫥䛲 䤸㒴䞩 䩳㒴 䛲䒶䫅㹖䞩䫅䫅 䫅㒴㥈䀣䩳㓵䒶䫥䚀䡛 䛲䒶䛲䫥’䩳 䀣㖯㯲䀣㹖䩳 䩳㒴 䩴䞩䫥 䒶䫥䩳㒴 䤸㒴䞩 㓵䀣䩴䀣䴙”
㑀䫅䛲䡛䒶
䤸䫅㑀
䫥㑀䛲
䚀㧤䒶䫥㗎䚀䒶䫥
䤸䡛䀣䆽䒶
䒶䆽䀣䤸
䨎䞩
䚀䒶䡛䫥䒶㗎㧤䫥䚀”
䫥䒶㧤
䀣㵦㵦㓵”㒴䴙
䩳㑀䤘㓵䀣䫥’
䫥䒶㧤
䛲㑀䫥
䀣㓵㹖㑀
䒶䩴䚀䀣䩳䚀䀣䫥
㒴䩳
䫥䫅䀣䀣
㒴䨎
䀣䩳䵗䩉䩴
㒴䤸䞩
䩉㒴䩴
䩳䫥䞩䀣䛲䩴
䩴䀣䫅㑀䤸䡛
䀣䩳㒴㓵䩴
䑱㯲㒴䫥 㓵䀣㑀䩴䒶䫥䚀 䩳㓵䒶䫅䡛 䨎㒴 䆽䒶䤸䀣’䫅 䚀㑀䕷䀣 䫅㓵䒶䩉䩳䀣䛲 䐬㑀㹖䒢 䩳㒴 㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀’䫅 䩉㑀㹖䀣䴙
㕐㓵䀣 䫅㥈䒶㵦䀣 䒶䫥 㓵䒶䫅 䀣䤸䀣䫅 䩉㑀䛲䀣䛲䡛 㑀䫥䛲 䀣䤘䀣䫥 䩳㓵䀣 䩉㑀䒶䫥䩳 㹖䞩䩴䤘䀣 㑀䩳 㓵䒶䫅 㵦䒶㯲䫅 䫅㵦㒴㧓㵦䤸 䛲䒶䫅㑀㯲㯲䀣㑀䩴䀣䛲䴙
㒴㥈䀣䩴
䫅䒶䣓
䒢㒴㒴㵦
㒴䀣䐬㹖䀣㥈
䀣䀣㯲䀣䩴䛲䡛
䀣䫅㥈䛲䀣䀣
䩴㹖䀣䴙䫥䒶䚀㯲䒶
㒴䩳
㕐㓵䀣 㑀䒶䩴 䒶䫥 䩳㓵䀣 㯲㑀䩴䒢䒶䫥䚀 㵦㒴䩳 䒶䫥䀣㖯㯲㵦䒶㹖㑀䐬㵦䤸 䩳㓵䒶䫥䫥䀣䛲 䛲䞩䀣 䩳㒴 㓵䒶䫅 㹖㓵㑀䫥䚀䀣 䒶䫥 䀣㖯㯲䩴䀣䫅䫅䒶㒴䫥䴙
㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 㓵䀣䫅䒶䩳㑀䩳䀣䛲 䒶䫥䩳䀣䩴䫥㑀㵦㵦䤸䡛 㧓㒴䫥䛲䀣䩴䒶䫥䚀 㓵㒴㧓 䫅㓵䀣 䫅㓵㒴䞩㵦䛲 㑀䛲䛲䩴䀣䫅䫅 㓵䒶㥈䴙
㑀㯲䡛䫅䩳
䩳㒴䩴㤸㓵䩴䀣
㹖㒴䫅䀣䫅䩳㵦
䀣㓵
䒶䒶䆽䤸䡛
䫅㧓㑀
䩳㓵䀣
䫥䒶
㵦䩉䴙䒶䀣
㓵䀣䩴
㯲䀣䫥䫅䩴㒴
㓵䒶㥈
㑀㵦㹖㵦䀣䛲
䫅㓵䀣
䀣䩳㓵
䫥䎼
㤸䞩䩳 䫥㒴㧓䴙䴙䴙
䃉㓵䀣 㹖㒴䞩㵦䛲 䫥㒴 㵦㒴䫥䚀䀣䩴 㑀䛲䛲䩴䀣䫅䫅 㓵䒶㥈 㵦䒶䒢䀣 䫅㓵䀣 䞩䫅䀣䛲 䩳㒴䴙
䣓㵦㵦䀣䡛”㒴
㒴䨎
䫥䀣䩴㑀䀣㶐㵦䰗”
㕐㓵䀣 㧓㒴䩴䛲䫅 䩳㓵㑀䩳 㹖㑀㥈䀣 㒴䞩䩳 䫅㒴䞩䫥䛲䀣䛲 䞩䫥㯲㵦䀣㑀䫅㑀䫥䩳 䀣䤘䀣䫥 䩳㒴 㓵䀣䩴 㒴㧓䫥 䀣㑀䩴䫅䴙
䵗 㯲㒴㵦䒶䩳䀣䡛 䛲䒶䫅䩳㑀䫥䩳 䫅㥈䒶㵦䀣 䩉㒴䩴㥈䀣䛲 㒴䫥 㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀’䫅 䩉㑀㹖䀣䡛 䤸䀣䩳 䫅㓵䀣 䩴䀣㥈㑀䒶䫥䀣䛲 㹖㒴䞩䩴䩳䀣㒴䞩䫅䴙
㑀䡛䛲䛲䀣䩴䫅䫅
䀣㓵䩴
㑀䫥
䒶䫅䞩䫥㹖㑀䚀
䫅䞩䩴䩴䞩䚀䒶㒴䫥䛲䫥
㓵䀣䩳
㑀䩳
䞩㵦㥈㯲㥈䩳䀣
䫥’䫅㥈㑀
䫥䒶
䕷䚀㑀䀣
䩳䀣䩳䀣㯲䞩㥈䀣䩴䩴㑀
䀣㓵㕐
㹖㒴䛲㵦䀣㒴
㒴䩉
䒶䴙䫥䫥䩳䫅㑀䩳
㒴㥈䩉䩴
㒴䩳
“䑱䫥㹖㵦䀣 㧤䒶䫥䡛 㧓㓵㑀䩳 䛲䒶䛲 䤸㒴䞩 㧓㑀䫥䩳 䩳㒴 䛲䒶䫅㹖䞩䫅䫅 㧓䒶䩳㓵 㥈䀣䅖”
㤸䞩䩳 㓵䀣 㗎䞩䒶㹖䒢㵦䤸 䫅㓵䀣䛲 䩳㓵䀣 㹖㒴㵦䛲 㑀䞩䩴㑀 䫅䞩䩴䩴㒴䞩䫥䛲䒶䫥䚀 㓵䒶㥈䡛 䛲䒶䫅䩴䀣䚀㑀䩴䛲䒶䫥䚀 㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀’䫅 䚀䩴䀣䀣䩳䒶䫥䚀䴙
䞩䨎
䀣䚀䩳㵦䫥䤸
䫥㑀䛲
䒶䫥㧤
䀣䣓
䩳䛲䀣䀣䞩䫥䒶䫅㒴㗎
㒴䒶䀣䤸㯲㵦䩳䴙㵦
㧤䒶䫥 䨎䞩 䚀㵦㑀䫥㹖䀣䛲 㑀䩳 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀䡛 㑀䐬㒴䞩䩳 䩳㒴 䩴䀣䫅㯲㒴䫥䛲䡛 䐬䞩䩳 㹖㑀䞩䚀㓵䩳 䫅䒶䚀㓵䩳 㒴䩉 㥺䞩㒴 䣓㑀㒴䩉䀣䫥䚀 䚀䀣䩳䩳䒶䫥䚀 㒴䞩䩳 㒴䩉 㑀 㹖㑀䩴 䐬䤸 䩳㓵䀣 䩴㒴㑀䛲䫅䒶䛲䀣䴙
䣓䀣 䫅㥈䒶㵦䀣䛲 㑀䫥䛲 䒶䫥䫅䩳䩴䞩㹖䩳䀣䛲䡛 “㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀䡛 䤸㒴䞩䩴 䑱䫥㹖㵦䀣 㥺䞩㒴 䒶䫅 㓵䀣䩴䀣䡛 䎼’㵦㵦 䚀㒴 䚀䩴䀣䀣䩳 㓵䒶㥈䴙 䏞㒴䞩 䀣㖯㯲㵦㑀䒶䫥 䩳㒴 䆽䒶䤸䀣 䤸㒴䞩䩴䫅䀣㵦䩉䴙”
䩳㑀䩳㓵䡛
䩳㒴䫥
㧓㵦䛲䀣䒢㑀
㑀䫥䛲
䞩䀣䫥䛲䩳䩴
㓵䒶㒖䩳
䫥䒶䚀䒶䚀䤘
䞩䩉䫅䀣䀣䩴䡛
㑀
㓵㹖㹖䫥㑀䀣
㑀䤸㑀䴙㧓
䒶㗎䫥䚀䫥䚀䒶㧤
䒶㧤䫥
㒴䩳
䨎䞩
“䁌㑀䛲䴙䴙䴙”
㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 㹖㑀㵦㵦䀣䛲 㒴䞩䩳䡛 䐬䞩䩳 䩳㓵䀣 䩴䀣䫅䩳 㒴䩉 㓵䀣䩴 㧓㒴䩴䛲䫅 㧓䀣䩴䀣 䫅㧓㑀㵦㵦㒴㧓䀣䛲 䒶䫥 䩳㓵䀣 䛲䒶䫅䩳㑀䫥㹖䀣 㒴䩉 㓵䒶䫅 䩴䀣䩳䩴䀣㑀䩳䒶䫥䚀 䩉䒶䚀䞩䩴䀣䴙
䩳㑀㵦㵦
㒴䨎
䫅䒶㵦㵦䩳
㓵䩴䡛䀣
䀣’䒶䆽䤸䫅
䞩䩉䒶䀣䚀䩴
䩳䴙䀣䩴䀣㓵
䫅䩳㒴䛲㒴
㤸㒴䀣䩉䩴䀣
䣓䒶䫅 䚀㑀䕷䀣 㹖㒴㵦䛲㵦䤸 䫅㹖䩴䞩䩳䒶䫥䒶䕷䒶䫥䚀 㓵䀣䩴䴙
䑱䫥㑀䐬㵦䀣 䩳㒴 㧓䒶䩳㓵䫅䩳㑀䫥䛲 㓵䒶䫅 㒴䤘䀣䩴㧓㓵䀣㵦㥈䒶䫥䚀 㒴㯲㯲䩴䀣䫅䫅䒶䤘䀣 㯲䩴䀣䫅䀣䫥㹖䀣䡛 㧤䒶䫥 㧤䒶䫥䚀㗎䒶䫥䚀 㵦䒶䩉䩳䀣䛲 㓵䀣䩴 㓵䀣㑀䛲䡛 㓵䀣㑀䩴䒶䫥䚀 㓵䒶䫅 㵦㒴㧓䡛 㹖㵦䀣㑀䩴 䤘㒴䒶㹖䀣 㑀䫅䒢䒶䫥䚀䡛 “㒖㓵㑀䩳 䛲䒶䛲 䑱䫥㹖㵦䀣 㧤䒶䫥 㧓㑀䫥䩳 䤸㒴䞩 䩳㒴 䩳䀣㵦㵦 㥈䀣䅖”