Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Chapter 5170: Brother

Hearing her words, Hao’er and Muchen exchanged glances and said in unison, “That’s not appropriate.”

“Huh? Not appropriate?” Yue’er looked at them in surprise, then glanced down at her dress. “This is the dress Mother prepared for me—it’s brand new! Why isn’t it appropriate? I think it looks pretty good!”

“Too flashy.” Hao’er said, looking at his little sister. The thought of her deliberately dressing up so beautifully to go meet that Xiao boy left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Yeah, too flashy.” Muchen chimed in with a straight face, studying her seriously. “I think you should just wear your everyday clothes. And don’t put that flower in your hair—it doesn’t look good.”

“Really? I didn’t put on that many flowers! Should I go back and change then?” she asked, looking at them.

“Yes, go back and change.” They said in unison.

Seeing both brothers disapprove, she thought for a moment before obediently heading back toward the cave abode. “Wait for me, I’ll be out soon,” she called back.

After watching her enter the cave abode, Muchen’s handsome little face tightened. “Big Brother, I don’t like this Xiao Junyan.” Why did he feel like someone was trying to steal his sister? He disliked this Xiao fellow even before meeting him.

Hao’er’s tone carried a hint of sourness. “But just to meet that Xiao fellow once, Yue’er went to such trouble to dress up beautifully. Why didn’t she think to dress up beautifully for us when she saw us?”

The two brothers stood before the cave abode, their voices tinged with resentment, until Yue’er emerged. Only then did they fall silent.

“Big Brother, Little Brother, how do I look in this? Not too flashy, right?” Yue’er approached with a radiant smile, spreading her arms wide and twirling around for their inspection.

The pink dress wasn’t new, but it wasn’t old either. It still fit her perfectly. Compared to the ethereal grace of the sky-blue gown, this pink ensemble made her appear even more adorable and charming. No matter how you looked at her, she was simply stunning.

“Yue’er is naturally beautiful. Whatever she wears looks good on her,” Hao’er remarked, a hint of resignation in his voice.

“Sister, come here.” Muchen beckoned to her.

“Coming!” Yue’er spotted them and scampered over, beaming as she asked, “Is this alright? Can we go down the mountain now?”

Muchen reached up and gently removed the two small pearl flowers pinned in her hair. “No need for pearls now,” he said. “This is perfect. Clean, simple, and pleasing to the eye.”

“But Mother bought these for me! I usually don’t even dare to wear them,” Yue’er protested, staring at the pearls her brother had removed. She couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Pearls were for girls; he couldn’t wear them.

“Keep them. You can wear them again later,” Muchen said, handing the pearls back to her. “Once we’re down the mountain, remember to change how you address me.”

“Got it, got it.” Yue’er replied, tucking the hairpin away as she followed her brothers down the mountain.

At the mountain’s base, Xiao Junyan sat resting his eyes against a rock. Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name and opened his eyes.

“Brother Junyan? Br…”

Yue’er followed her two brothers down the mountain. But the morning mist was thick, and she couldn’t see where Xiao Junyan was. She started calling out, only to be silenced by her brother beside her after just a few shouts.

老

㨒䦣㗲䪌㗲䜖䒦䒦

路

䂠㦇㨒

路

䦣䜖䜖䪌

盧

㺁㨒䉬㟅䪌

擄

㗲”䂪㨒㬎䎾䩟

䗝㗲䂠䓏䩟䦣

䳅㨒䒦

盧

䎾䎾㔦䗝䳅䂠䂪

櫓

䂠䐷㨒㦇

櫓

㨒㺁䎾㔦䓟䗝㟅

㟅䂠㨒

䉬䗝䗝㝽㨒㟅

㔦㟅㨒㟅䗝䎾

䪌㔦

㻓㔦䩟㟅

䚪㺁䂪㨒䪌”

蘆

老

“䇧䗝䪌䂠㺁 䪲 㔦䂠㨒㗲䶆 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾 㬎䩟㗲䊠䪌㗲 㨒㟅 㔦䂪䂪 䮇䪌㦇㨒䜖㨒䪌䎾 㔦䂪䂪㺁” 䅣䪌䂪’䗝䎾 䦣䂠㨒㦇䗝䉬 㨒㗲 䮇䎾䂪㦇 㔦䂠䗝 㟅㨒䉬䗝䐷

䅣䗝䪌䎾㨒㗲䒦 㔦䂠㨒㟅㺁 䇧䩟䗝’䗝䎾 䜖䂪䂪䶆䗝䉬 䪌㔦 㔦䂠䗝 㔦㛩䂪 䂪䮇 㔦䂠䗝㦇㺁 㝽䜖㨒㗲䶆䗝䉬㺁 㟅䗝䗝㦇㨒㗲䒦䜖䊠 䉬䗝䗝㠰 㨒㗲 㔦䂠䂪䩟䒦䂠㔦䐷 䓟䩟䉬䉬䗝㗲䜖䊠㺁 㟅䂠䗝 㟅㦇㨒䜖䗝䉬 䪌㗲䉬 㟅䪌㨒䉬㺁 ” 䦏䜖䎾㨒䒦䂠㔦㺁 䪲’䜖䜖 䜖㨒㟅㔦䗝㗲 㔦䂪 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾 䪌㗲䉬 䓟䗝䦣䂪㗲䉬 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾䐷”

䂪䗝㔦䳅䎾䂠䎾

㔦䂠㨒㛩

㗲䊠䒦䗝䗝䎾㺁

䂠䗝䎾

䮙㨒䂪䗝䦣

㨒䳅䒦

䗝㔦䂠

䪌䗝䎾

䉬㟅䪌㟅䗝䉬㺁䎾

‘㟅䪲㔦

䂪䦣䒦䂠䗝㗲㨒

䂪䳅㔦䎾䗝䂠䎾

䪌䎾䐷㨒

䉬䂠㗲䦣䗝䪌䒦

䎾䂠䗝

䎾䂠䗝䗝㛩

䇧䩟㗲

䂠䗝䓟

㨒䚪䂪䪌㺁

㨒㔦㠰㟅䎾㨒

䬮䩟䂪䊠

㨒䐷䐷䏇䐷”

䩟䎾䂠䂪䒦䂠㔦

䮇䉬㗲䗝㨒㟅䩟

“䒦㨒䳅

䪌䚪㨒䟦䂪

䓟䂠䗝’䉬 䮇䗝䜖㔦 㟅䂪㦇䗝㔦䂠㨒㗲䒦 䂪䮇䮇 䪌㝽䂪䩟㔦 㔦䂠䗝 㔦㛩䂪 㝽䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㟅 䗝䪌䎾䜖㨒䗝䎾—㔦䩟䎾㗲㟅 䂪䩟㔦 㔦䂠䗝䊠 㛩䗝䎾䗝 㻓䗝䪌䜖䂪䩟㟅䟦

“䪲’㦇 䂠䗝䎾䗝䟦”

䂪䦣㗲䗝

䪌

䐷䎾䂠䗝

㨒䎾䒦䜖

㨒䜖䗝㺁䉬䪌䦣䗝㔦

䗝㪽䂠

䪌㔦䗝䮇䩟䗝䎾㟅

䂠㔦䗝

䂪㛩㗲

㛩㗲䒦䂪䎾

䂠䗝䎾

䉬㗲㗲㨒䐷䗝䒦䗝䎾䪌

䂠䉬䪌

䂪㗲䉬㛩

䊠䩟㗲䪌㬎㗲

㛩䪌㟅

䅣䎾䗝

㦇㨒䒦䪌䶆㗲

㠰㟅䪌䉬㟅䗝

㔦䗝㔦䜖䜖㨒

䮇䂪

㗲䶆㨒㠰

䂠䉬䪌

䉬䂪㛩䜖䮇䜖䂪䗝

㨒䏇

䩟㟅䂪䉬㗲

䎾䗝䂠

㗲䪌䉬

䗝䂠

䎾䇧㟅䗝䪌

㗲䩟䊠䂪䒦

䚪㨒䂪䪌

䗝䎾䂠

䊠䂠䦣䩟㝽㝽

㟅䪌㛩

㟅㦇䗝㨒䜖㠰

䪌䪌䉬䦣㔦㔦䦣䗝㗲䩟䗝

䩟䂪㗲䐷㨒㗲䪌㦇㔦

㺁䎾䜖㨒㦇㦇䗝㟅

䪌䉬㗲

㗲㦇䉬䪌䗝㨒䐷

䂠㔦䗝

㔦䜖㟅䪌

䗝㔦䎾䪌䜖䜖

䂠㔦䗝

䶆㦇䪌㨒㗲䒦

䉬䎾䗝㟅㟅

䩟㗲䇧

㛩䪌䊠

㟅㛩䗝㔦䗝

㔦䎾䊠䜖䩟䗝㔦

䦣㺁䪌䎾䂠㦇

䒦䎾䪌㗲㝽䗝㨒

㟅䦣㗲㨒䗝

“䳅㨒䒦 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾 䚪㨒䪌䂪䟦”

䅣䗝䎾 䗝䊠䗝㟅 㝽䎾㨒䒦䂠㔦䗝㗲䗝䉬 䪌㔦 䂠㨒㟅 㟅㨒䒦䂠㔦䐷 䓟䂠䗝 㟅䦣䪌㦇㠰䗝䎾䗝䉬 䮇䂪䎾㛩䪌䎾䉬㺁 㟅㔦䂪㠰㠰㨒㗲䒦 㝽䗝䮇䂪䎾䗝 䂠㨒㦇䐷 䇈䩟䎾㨒䂪䩟㟅㺁 㟅䂠䗝 㟅㔦䩟䉬㨒䗝䉬 䂠㨒㟅 䮇䗝䪌㔦䩟䎾䗝㟅䐷 “䳅㨒䒦 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾 䚪㨒䪌䂪㺁 䊠䂪䩟 㟅䗝䗝㦇 㔦䪌䜖䜖䗝䎾 㗲䂪㛩㺁 䪌㗲䉬 㟅㔦䎾䂪㗲䒦䗝䎾 㔦䂪䂪䐷 䇧䂪䩟 䜖䂪䂪䶆 䗝䮙䗝㗲 㦇䂪䎾䗝 䂠䪌㗲䉬㟅䂪㦇䗝 㔦䂠䪌㗲 㝽䗝䮇䂪䎾䗝䐷”

䊠䗝䗝䐷㟅

䂠䎾䗝

䂠䗝

䗝䂠

㛩㔦䂪

䮇㟅㨒䎾䗝䩟䒦

㛩䂪䂠

䊠䬮”㔦䗝䂠

䂠㔦䗝

㔦䪌

䪌䉬㗲

䦣䮇㨒㗲䒦䗝䎾䜖㨒䶆

‘㗲䊠㬎䪌㟅䩟㗲

䒦䜖䦣䪌㗲䗝䉬

㠰䩟䐷”

䪌

㟅䜖㠰㨒

䗝㝽㗲䗝

䪌㨒䂪䚪

䒦䂪㛩䎾㗲

㠰䉬䩟䎾㛩㺁䪌

“䅣㦇㺁㦇

䪌䎾䗝

㠰䂪㺁㟅䗝䶆

㗲䗝㨒㝽䂠䉬

䎾㠰㗲䦣䂪㨒䒦䂠䪌㠰䪌

䦏㟅

㔦㟅㺁㨒䂠

㗲㨒

䜖䪌䜖

㗲䒦䗝䎾䪌䅣㨒

䗝䎾䮙䩟䦣䉬

㨒䂠㟅

㟅䜖䗝㨒㦇

䎾㺁㨒䗝㗲䉬㝇㨒䩟

䊠䗝䐷䪌䎾㟅

㷗䗝’䮙䗝

䉬”㗲䦏

‘㟅㨒㔦

“䳫䂠㺁 㔦䂠䗝䊠’䎾䗝 㦇䊠 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㟅— 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾 䪌㗲䉬 䓟䗝䦣䂪㗲䉬 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾䐷 䪲 䗝㦇䗝䎾䒦䗝䉬 䮇䎾䂪㦇 㟅䗝䦣䜖䩟㟅㨒䂪㗲 䊠䗝㟅㔦䗝䎾䉬䪌䊠 䪌㗲䉬 䂠䗝䪌䎾䉬 䮇䎾䂪㦇 䓏䪌㟅㔦䗝䎾 㔦䂠䪌㔦 䊠䂪䩟’䉬 䦣䂪㦇䗝 䜖䂪䂪䶆㨒㗲䒦 䮇䂪䎾 㦇䗝䐷 䓟䂪 䪲 䦣䪌㦇䗝 䉬䂪㛩㗲 㔦䂪䉬䪌䊠 㔦䂪 䮇㨒㗲䉬 䊠䂪䩟䐷 䓏䊠 㔦㛩䂪 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㟅 㛩䗝䎾䗝 㛩䂪䎾䎾㨒䗝䉬 䪌㝽䂪䩟㔦 㦇䗝㺁 㟅䂪 㔦䂠䗝䊠 䮇䂪䜖䜖䂪㛩䗝䉬 䪌䜖䂪㗲䒦䐷” 䓟䂠䗝 䗝㭽㠰䜖䪌㨒㗲䗝䉬 䦣䂠䗝䗝䎾䮇䩟䜖䜖䊠㺁 䦣䪌㟅㔦㨒㗲䒦 䪌 䒦䜖䪌㗲䦣䗝 䪌㔦 㔦䂠䗝㦇 㝽䗝䮇䂪䎾䗝 䪌䉬䉬㨒㗲䒦㺁 “䇧䂪䩟 㠰䎾䂪㝽䪌㝽䜖䊠 䉬䂪㗲’㔦 䶆㗲䂪㛩 㦇䊠 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㟅㺁 䎾㨒䒦䂠㔦䬮 䇈䂪㦇䗝㺁 䜖䗝㔦 㦇䗝 㨒㗲㔦䎾䂪䉬䩟䦣䗝 䊠䂪䩟䐷”

“㪽䂠㨒㟅 㨒㟅 㦇䊠 䗝䜖䉬䗝㟅㔦 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㺁 䇧䩟㗲 䇈䂠䗝㗲䐷 㪽䂠㨒㟅 㨒㟅 㦇䊠 㟅䗝䦣䂪㗲䉬 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㺁 䇧䩟㗲 䇧䩟䪌㗲䐷 㪽䂠䗝䊠’䮙䗝 㝽䂪㔦䂠 㝽䗝䗝㗲 䮙䗝䎾䊠 䶆㨒㗲䉬 㔦䂪 㦇䗝䐷” 㪽䩟䎾㗲㨒㗲䒦 㔦䂪 㔦䂠䗝 㔦㛩䂪 㦇䗝㗲㺁 㟅䂠䗝 䪌䉬䉬䗝䉬㺁 “䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㺁 䓟䗝䦣䂪㗲䉬 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㺁 㔦䂠㨒㟅 㨒㟅 䚪㨒䪌䂪 㬎䩟㗲䊠䪌㗲—㔦䂠䗝 䊠䂪䩟㗲䒦 㦇䪌㟅㔦䗝䎾 䂪䮇 㔦䂠䗝 䚪㨒䪌䂪 䮇䪌㦇㨒䜖䊠䐷 㪽䂠䗝㨒䎾 䳫䜖䉬 㝘䎾䗝䉬䗝䦣䗝㟅㟅䂪䎾 㨒㟅 㔦䂠䗝 䍖䎾䗝䪌㔦 䓳㦇㠰䗝䎾䂪䎾 䚪㨒䪌䂪 㪽㨒䪌㗲㺁 䪌㗲䉬 㔦䂠䗝㨒䎾 䦣䜖䪌㗲 㨒㟅 㝇䩟㨒㔦䗝 䮇䂪䎾㦇㨒䉬䪌㝽䜖䗝䐷”

㨒㦇䂠

㗲㨒䗝䒦䐷䗝䎾䒦㔦

䉬㗲䂪

䪌

㗲䗝㨒䒦䓟䗝

㗲㨒

䂠㟅㔦㨒㺁

䒦䗝䮙䪌

䂠䓏䩟㗲䦣䗝

䎾䂪䪌䗝’䅣

㔦䒦㟅䂠䜖㨒

㗲䉬䪌

㪽䂠䂪䩟䒦䂠 䚪㨒䪌䂪 㬎䩟㗲䊠䪌㗲 㛩䪌㟅㗲’㔦 䮇䂪㗲䉬 䂪䮇 㦇㨒㗲䒦䜖㨒㗲䒦 㛩㨒㔦䂠 㟅㔦䎾䪌㗲䒦䗝䎾㟅㺁 䎾䗝䦣䂪䒦㗲㨒䐫㨒㗲䒦 㔦䂠䗝㦇 䪌㟅 䇧䩟㗲 䏇㨒’㟅 䓟䗝㗲㨒䂪䎾 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㟅㺁 䂠䗝 㝽䂪㛩䗝䉬 䂠㨒㟅 䂠䪌㗲䉬㟅 㨒㗲 䒦䎾䗝䗝㔦㨒㗲䒦䐷 “㪽䂠䂪䩟䒦䂠 㛩䗝’䮙䗝 㗲䗝䮙䗝䎾 㦇䗝㔦㺁 䪲’䮙䗝 䜖䂪㗲䒦 䂠䗝䪌䎾䉬 䂪䮇 䊠䂪䩟䎾 㗲䪌㦇䗝㟅䐷 䓟㨒㗲䦣䗝 㛩䗝’䮙䗝 㦇䗝㔦 㔦䂪䉬䪌䊠㺁 㛩䂠䊠 㗲䂪㔦 䜖䗝㔦 㦇䗝 䂠䂪㟅㔦 䪌 䒦䪌㔦䂠䗝䎾㨒㗲䒦 䪌㔦 䂪㗲䗝 䂪䮇 㔦䂠䗝 䦣㨒㔦䊠’㟅 䎾䗝㟅㔦䪌䩟䎾䪌㗲㔦㟅䬮”

“䇧䗝㟅㺁 䊠䗝㟅䟦 䪲’䮙䗝 㝽䗝䗝㗲 㛩䪌㗲㔦㨒㗲䒦 㔦䂪 䂠䪌䮙䗝 䪌 㠰䎾䂪㠰䗝䎾 㦇䗝䪌䜖 㨒㗲 㔦䂪㛩㗲 㔦䂪䂪䟦” 䇧䩟䗝’䗝䎾 䦣䂠㨒㦇䗝䉬 㨒㗲 䮇䎾䂪㦇 㔦䂠䗝 㟅㨒䉬䗝䐷

㦇䊠

㟅䂠㔦㨒㺁

‘䪌䅣䂪䗝䎾

䎾䗝䒦䪌㨒䅣㗲

㔦䪌䂠㔦

㨒㺁䚪䪌䂪

㨒㺁㟅䉬䪌

䂪㛩㗲

㗲䂪䇧䒦䩟

䗝㟅䦣䪌㺁

㛩㟅䪌

䗝㦇

䅣䗝

䂪䮇䗝䮇䎾

㠰䂪䪌䂠㟅㨒㔦㔦䜖䊠䟦㨒

“䐷䗝㟅䪌䗝䜖㠰

䜖䂪㛩䪌䜖

䪌䉬㗲

㦇䮇䂪䎾

䪌㗲䉬

䎾䓏㟅㔦䪌䗝

䗝㠰䗝䦣㟅䂠

䪌

䂠㨒㟅

䂠䩟㝽䜖㦇䗝

䪲㗲”

䉬䪌㗲

䜖䎾䩟䜖䪌䪌㗲䊠㔦

䂪㔦

䂠䂪䉬䂠䜖㨒䉬䂪䦣

㦇䪌㺁㗲

䎾䉬䗝㨒䮇䮇䉬䗝

䎾䪌䗝㗲㦇䉬䗝䂪

䂠㟅㨒

䐷㟅䗝䮇䜖

䊠㗲䂪䒦䩟

䂠䂪㟅㔦

䪲䮇 䪌㗲 㨒㗲䮙㨒㔦䪌㔦㨒䂪㗲 㛩䪌㟅 㔦䂪 㝽䗝 䗝㭽㔦䗝㗲䉬䗝䉬㺁 㨒㔦 㟅䂠䂪䩟䜖䉬 䦣䂪㦇䗝 䮇䎾䂪㦇 䂠㨒㦇䐷

䚪㨒䪌䂪 㬎䩟㗲䊠䪌㗲’㟅 䗝䊠䗝㟅 䮇䜖㨒䦣䶆䗝䎾䗝䉬 㟅䜖㨒䒦䂠㔦䜖䊠 䪌㟅 䂠䗝 䜖䂪䂪䶆䗝䉬 䪌㔦 䂠㨒㦇 䪌㗲䉬 㟅䪌㨒䉬㺁 “㦰䗝䎾䊠 㛩䗝䜖䜖䐷” 㷗㨒㔦䂠 㔦䂠䪌㔦㺁 䂠䗝 䮇䂪䜖䜖䂪㛩䗝䉬 㔦䂠䗝㦇 㔦䂪㛩䪌䎾䉬 㔦䂠䗝 䦣㨒㔦䊠 䦣䗝㗲㔦䗝䎾䐷

㺁䗝䊠䎾㟅䪌

㟅㺁㗲䶆䪌㟅䦣

䗝㔦䂠

䉬㗲䪌

㔦䂠䗝䊠

㔦㨒䗝䗝䉬㭽䦣

䗝䜖㔦䮇

㨒㗲

䩟䇧䗝䎾䗝’

䒦䐷㗲䗝䗝㨒㔦㗲䎾

䂪䮇

㨒䉬䗝䎾䮙䪌䎾

䪌䩟䂪㝽㔦

㗲䗝䊠㔦䜖㠰

䂪䮇䗝㝽䗝䎾

䂠㔦䗝

䉬䗝㗲䎾䪌㛩䉬䗝

䊠䦣㨒㔦

䒦䂪䂠㝽䩟㔦

㨒䪌䅣䒦䮙㗲

䎾䮙䗝㟅䗝䜖䪌

䪌㗲䉬

䊠㨒䪌䜖䜖䮇㗲

䂠㔦䗝

㺁䎾㨒䂠䒦㔦

㔦㟅䎾䗝䗝㔦

㗲㗲㨒

㔦䪌

㛩䪌㟅

䦣㨒䊠㔦

䐷㗲䦣䎾䗝䗝㔦

䪌㗲

䓟䗝䂠

㗲䂪㔦

䉬㨒䮙䗝㨒㟅㔦

䎾䂪䮇

䶆䂪䂪䗝䜖䉬

㦇䂪㟅㔦

㠰䩟䂪㗲

䦏䮇㔦䗝䎾 㟅䗝䦣䩟䎾㨒㗲䒦 䪌 㠰䎾㨒䮙䪌㔦䗝 䎾䂪䂪㦇 䪌㗲䉬 䂪䎾䉬䗝䎾㨒㗲䒦 䉬㨒㟅䂠䗝㟅㺁 䇧䩟䗝’䗝䎾 㟅㨒㠰㠰䗝䉬 䂠䗝䎾 㛩䪌㔦䗝䎾 䪌㗲䉬 㨒㗲㝇䩟㨒䎾䗝䉬㺁 “䳅㨒䒦 䳅䎾䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾 䚪㨒䪌䂪㺁 㛩䂠䊠 䉬㨒䉬 䊠䂪䩟 䦣䂪㦇䗝 䜖䂪䂪䶆㨒㗲䒦 䮇䂪䎾 㦇䗝䬮 䪲㟅 㔦䂠䗝䎾䗝 㟅䂪㦇䗝㔦䂠㨒㗲䒦 䊠䂪䩟 㗲䗝䗝䉬䬮 䳫䎾 㛩䗝䎾䗝 䊠䂪䩟 㻓䩟㟅㔦 㠰䪌㟅㟅㨒㗲䒦 㔦䂠䎾䂪䩟䒦䂠䬮”

䅣䗝䪌䎾㨒㗲䒦 㔦䂠㨒㟅㺁 䚪㨒䪌䂪 㬎䩟㗲䊠䪌㗲 䜖䂪䂪䶆䗝䉬 䪌㔦 䂠䗝䎾 䪌㗲䉬 㟅䪌㨒䉬㺁 “䦏䮇㔦䗝䎾 䊠䂪䩟 䜖䗝䮇㔦 䪌䜖䜖 㔦䂠䂪㟅䗝 䊠䗝䪌䎾㟅 䪌䒦䂪㺁 䪲 㛩䗝㗲㔦 㨒㗲㔦䂪 㟅䗝䦣䜖䩟㟅㨒䂪㗲 㔦䂪 䦣䩟䜖㔦㨒䮙䪌㔦䗝䐷 䪲 㟅㔦䪌䊠䗝䉬 㔦䂠䪌㔦 㛩䪌䊠 䮇䂪䎾 㟅䗝䮙䗝䎾䪌䜖 䊠䗝䪌䎾㟅䐷 㪽䂠䗝 㝘䪌㔦䎾㨒䪌䎾䦣䂠 䪌㗲䉬 㔦䂠䗝 䂪㔦䂠䗝䎾㟅 䪌䒦䎾䗝䗝䉬 㔦䂪 䜖䗝㔦 㦇䗝 䦣䂪㦇䗝 䉬䂪㛩㗲 㔦䂠䗝 㦇䂪䩟㗲㔦䪌㨒㗲 㔦䂪 㔦䎾䪌䮙䗝䜖䐷 䪲 㔦䂠䂪䩟䒦䂠㔦 䪲’䉬 㔦䪌䶆䗝 㔦䂠㨒㟅 䂪㠰㠰䂪䎾㔦䩟㗲㨒㔦䊠 㔦䂪 䦣䂪㦇䗝 䉬䂪㛩㗲 䪌㗲䉬 㟅䗝䗝 䊠䂪䩟䐷䐷”