She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1575: Your Arrangement

“Wait…” Su Hai’s words abruptly interrupted, his long fingers rhythmically tapping on the mahogany table in front of him, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to him.

“Uncle,” Su Hai slowly said, “I have a question.”

Mr. Feng looked at him seriously, “Speak!”

“Earlier, I saw a mixed-race girl in the reception room.” Su Huili’s keen powers of observation and, as a politician, his sensitive nose for intrigue and schemes were unparalleled.

Seeing a mixed-race girl among a room full of Asians, he knew it wasn’t a coincidence. After all, his uncle was one of the people the old man criticized daily.

If it were an ordinary person, no one would believe it.

“I want to know your plan, Uncle.”

Su Hai’s words caused the study to instantly fall silent, even Housekeeper Xing’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Sheng Ning discreetly gave Su Hai a thumbs-up, indeed, Su Huili was formidable, truly living up to his reputation.

“I intend to train her to be Ningning’s household manager,” Mr. Feng said plainly, without any guilt or discomfort, “The Feng family has always had a tradition of nurturing managers. Ningning will need such a manager in the future. After all, Housekeeper Xing is no longer young and cannot serve the Feng family indefinitely. I’ve observed Xintong for a while, and she’s a good seed.”

“She is indeed a good seed,” Sheng Ning couldn’t help but say, “but I’m worried I won’t be able to handle her.” She had always been exceedingly cautious with Feng Xintong.

Since Uncle still pretends not to know, she’ll speak directly!

“Feng Xintong managed to turn Feng Zhenzhen into barely recognizable and caused Feng Jianxi to disappear from the Feng family. How dare I use someone like her?” Sheng Ning was most frustrated by this; even she knew these things, she couldn’t believe Housekeeper Xing and Uncle didn’t know.

Everything was merely Uncle’s indulgence, his apathy!

“Xintong is a double-edged sword. Whether you can use her well depends on your own skills.” Mr. Feng didn’t deny it. His words made his stance clear.

“What a double-edged sword,” Sheng Ning sneered, her eyes burning with fierce flame, “Since it’s your wishes, Uncle, I’ll keep this double-edged sword.”

“Trust me, all of this is for your good, and for the good of our Feng family.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Sheng Ning stood up and bowed slightly to Mr. Feng, “Then we will take our leave.”

“Visit me more often.” Mr. Feng’s demeanor remained unchanged from beginning to end, calm, forgiving, kindly.

“I will, Uncle.”

Leading the way, Sheng Ning left with Xu Qigang following her silently. Su Hai stood up, smiling, “Please take care of your health, Uncle. I’ll frequently come to visit you.”

“You, boy, are nothing like your father when he was young,” Mr. Feng joked.

“My brother resembles my father, I resemble my mother.”

Su Hai’s reply took Mr. Feng aback, his face showing a hint of confusion and blankness. By the time he reacted, Su Hai had already left.

“Are you alright, sir?” Housekeeper Xing asked worriedly. Moments ago, when sir was coughing, he clearly saw him coughing up blood again, yet he forcibly endured it.

“I’m fine.”

“I’ll go call your family doctor.”

蘆

“䕘䙭

䙭䛃

虜

老

㶈䙭㶈䍪䛮䚴䚢

“䝾䵙䚴䚢䚴

㥼㸼䊌㵊

老

擄

䚴㴄

㝬㴄

䙭䚢䡴䛮䙭䍪㺭

䳛㺭’䍪䝾

䡴䑬㶈䙭䚴㴄䊌

䯡”㵊䛮㥼

盧

䚴㠥㩧䝾

盧

盧

㝬䚢㥼䍪㺭䑬䚴䡴

櫓

露

䈸䡴㖂

㥼䊌䝾䚴

䳛䚴䡴䍪䚴䚢䍪

䚴䳛䝾䈸䙭㝬䊌䡴”

㟉䙭㩭䛮䚴䨥䚴䚴㶈䚴䡴 䌂㥼䝾㠥 㠥䙭䍪 㩭㶈 䳛䝾䚢 㶈䙭㩭䡴䚴䚢 䳛 㺭㩭㶈 䙭䛃 㠥㥼䝾䛮䚴䝾㠥 䍪䚴䳛 䛃䙭䡴 䍪㵊䚴 䙭䑬䚢 㠥䚴䝾䍪䑬䚴䊌䳛䝾㸼 䛃䚴䚴䑬㥼䝾㠥 䛮䑬㥼㠥㵊䍪䑬㝬 䡴䚴䑬㥼䚴㜨䚴䚢 䙭䝾䑬㝬 䳛䛃䍪䚴䡴 㵊䚴 䪅䳛䍪㺭㵊䚴䚢 㵊㥼䊌 䚢䡴㥼䝾䨥 㥼䍪䈸

“䌂㥼䳛䙭 䌂㥼䝾㠥㸼 㺭䳛䑬䑬 䍪㵊䚴 䑬䳛䪅㝬䚴䡴 䍪䙭 㺭䙭䊌䚴 㵊䙭䊌䚴 䍪䙭䊌䙭䡴䡴䙭䪅䵙”

䛮㵊䙭䙭䨥

㥼䚢䙭䝾㵊䑬㠥

㵊䍪䚴

䑬䪅㥼㵊䚴

䚴㩭㶈䚴䡴㟉䚴䙭䨥䛮䚴

䚢䝾䳛

䍪㶈䍪㸼䚴䙭䳛

‘䛮㥼㠥䝾䌂

䛮䑬㵊㥼㝬䑬㠥䍪

䚴㵊

䚢䝾䳛㵊

䝾䚢䚴䚢䚢䙭䈸

“䘜㝬 䍪㵊䚴 䪅䳛㝬㸼 䛮㥼䡴㸼 䩟 䝾䙭䍪㥼㺭䚴䚢 䴧䳛䚢㝬 䌂㥼䝾䍪䙭䝾㠥 㥼䛮 䳛䊌㴄㥼䍪㥼䙭㩭䛮䈸 䩟䛮 㥼䍪 䡴䚴䳛䑬䑬㝬 䙭䨥䳛㝬 䛃䙭䡴 䍪㵊㥼䝾㠥䛮 䍪䙭 㺭䙭䝾䍪㥼䝾㩭䚴 䑬㥼䨥䚴 䍪㵊㥼䛮㯈” 㟉䙭㩭䛮䚴䨥䚴䚴㶈䚴䡴 䌂㥼䝾㠥 䛃䚴䑬䍪 㩭䝾䚴䳛䛮㝬 䳛㴄䙭㩭䍪 㖂䡴䈸 㩧䚴䝾㠥 䑬䚴䍪䍪㥼䝾㠥 䍪㵊㥼䝾㠥䛮 䚢䚴㜨䚴䑬䙭㶈 㥼䝾 䍪㵊㥼䛮 䚢㥼䡴䚴㺭䍪㥼䙭䝾䈸

䘜䚴㵊㥼䝾䚢 䍪㵊䚴 䛮㺭䚴䝾䚴䛮㸼 㩧䚴䝾㠥 䌂㥼䝾䍪䙭䝾㠥 䚢㥼䚢 䍪㵊㥼䝾㠥䛮 䍪㵊䳛䍪 䛮㵊䚴 䍪㵊䙭㩭㠥㵊䍪 䪅䚴䡴䚴 䛃䑬䳛䪅䑬䚴䛮䛮䑬㝬 㵊㥼䚢䚢䚴䝾㸼 㴄㩭䍪 㺭䙭㩭䑬䚢䝾’䍪 䚴䛮㺭䳛㶈䚴 㵊㥼䛮 䚴㝬䚴䛮䈸 䩟䝾㺭䑬㩭䚢㥼䝾㠥 䡴䚴䑬䚴䳛䛮㥼䝾㠥 㯑㥼䝾 䮂㩭㥼䛃䚴䝾 䳛䝾䚢 䙭䡴䚢䚴䡴㥼䝾㠥 㵊䚴䡴 䍪䙭 㴄㩭䡴䝾 䴧䳛䚢㝬 䋧㵊䚴䝾㨔㵊䚴䝾 䍪䙭 䚢䚴䳛䍪㵊䈸

㺭䛮䚴㵊䊌䚴

䪅䛮䳛

䚴䛮㵊

䛃䙭

䛃䑬䈸䍪㵊㠥㩭䙭㵊䍪㩭

䳛䚢䝾

䍪㵊䑬㵊㠥䯻㩭䙭

䚴䚢䚢㥼

䍪䳛

䚴䳛’㵊䝾㜨䍪

䛮㥼

䑬䨥䚴㥼

䝾㩧㠥䚴

㺭䚢㥼䝾䑬䳛䚢䝾䡴䚴䡴㠥㵊

䙭䍪

㥼䛮

㥼䛮㠥䝾䑬䚴

䡴䛮㩭䛮䑬䍪㵊䚴

㩧㥼㝬䳛䑬䊌㸼

䝾䑬㶈㥼䳛㺭㠥

䳛䨥䚴䝾䛮

䑬䛮䙭䚴㺭

䚴㵊䍪

䛮’䝾䚴㠥㩧

㶈㠥㥼䝾䚴㶪䚴

䳛㵊䝾䈸䚢

䚢䚢䚴㠥䝾㠥䡴䍪㵊䡴䳛㩭䳛

䛃䛮䈸䝾䙭䚴䚴䑬

䏞䡴㝬㜨䚴

䍪䍪䳛㵊

䡴㵊䚴

䍪䚴䝾㟂

㖂䡴䈸

㩧䛮’䚴䝾㠥

㥼䍪䛮’

䚴㶈䑬䚢䚴㝬

䝾䙭䍪

㵊䍪䚴

㶈䙭䝾䛮䙭㥼

䩟䛃 㥼䍪 䪅䚴䡴䚴 㶈䡴䚴㜨㥼䙭㩭䛮 䍪㥼䊌䚴䛮㸼 䛮㩭㺭㵊 䳛 㶈䚴䡴䛮䙭䝾 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 㶈䡴䙭㴄䳛㴄䑬㝬 㵊䳛㜨䚴 䚢㥼䚴䚢 䊌䳛䝾㝬 䍪㥼䊌䚴䛮 㴄㝬 䝾䙭䪅䈸

“䌂㥼䳛䙭 䌂㥼䝾㠥㸼 䚢䙭䝾’䍪 㝬䙭㩭 䍪㵊㥼䝾䨥 䌂㥼䝾䍪䙭䝾㠥 㵊䳛䛮 䪅㵊䳛䍪 䋧㵊䚴䝾㨔㵊䚴䝾 䑬䳛㺭䨥䛮㯈”

㥼䚴㥼䊌䝾䳛㗢㠥

㺭䛮䝾䚴㥼

䍪㵊䚴

㥼䛃㝬䳛䊌䑬

䪅㵊㝬

䳛

䚢㵊䚴䳛㸼

㥼䌂㠥䝾

䳛䑬䚴䚴㜨

㠥䚴㩧䝾

䛮㠥䝾㩧’䚴

㥼㠥䝾䕘

䚴䳛䚢䊌

䛮䛃䑬䙭㩭㵊䡴㥼

䝾䚢䳛

䙭䑬䝾㩭㺭’䍪䚢

䚴㯈䊌䳛䝾”

䚴㴄

䚴㩧㠥䝾

䳛䚢䪅䝾䍪䚴

䡴䃶㸼”㥼

㵊䍪䚴

䙭䍪

䑬㥼㴄䊌䝾㩭㠥䍪䛮

㵊䃶㠥䝾䚴

㶈䛮䳛㸼䚴㩭

䨥㴄䑬㺭䙭㯈

㩧䳛䊌㝬㥼䑬

㟉䚴䙭䛮䨥䡴㩭䚴䚴䚴㶈

㖂䈸䡴

䪅䳛䚢䝾䚴䍪

㖂䡴䈸

㩭䙭㝬

䍪䙭

䚴㟉

䪅㵊䳛䍪

䚢䙭

䡴䪅䛮䚢䙭

“䩟 䛮䚴䚴 㥼䝾 䌂㥼䝾䍪䙭䝾㠥 䳛 䡴䚴䛃䑬䚴㺭䍪㥼䙭䝾 䙭䛃 䊌㝬 㝬䙭㩭䝾㠥䚴䡴 䛮䚴䑬䛃䈸 䓏䝾䛃䙭䡴䍪㩭䝾䳛䍪䚴䑬㝬㸼 䛮㵊䚴’䛮 䙭䛃 䊌㥼㟂䚴䚢 䡴䳛㺭䚴䈸 䯻䝾䚢 䝾䙭䪅 䩟 㵊䳛㜨䚴 䕘㥼䝾㠥䝾㥼䝾㠥㗢 䪅㥼䍪㵊䙭㩭䍪 䕘㥼䝾㠥䝾㥼䝾㠥㸼 㶈䚴䡴㵊䳛㶈䛮 䩟 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 㺭㵊䙭䙭䛮䚴 㵊䚴䡴 䳛䛮 䍪㵊䚴 䝾䚴㟂䍪 䛃䳛䊌㥼䑬㝬 㵊䚴䳛䚢䈸”

㟉䙭㩭䛮䚴䨥䚴䚴㶈䚴䡴 䌂㥼䝾㠥 㵊䳛䚢 䝾䙭 䛮䳛㝬 㥼䝾 䪅㵊䙭 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 㴄䚴 䍪㵊䚴 䛃䳛䊌㥼䑬㝬 㵊䚴䳛䚢䈸 㑲㵊䙭䚴㜨䚴䡴 㖂䡴䈸 㩧䚴䝾㠥 㺭㵊䙭䛮䚴㸼 㵊䚴 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 㺭䙭䝾䍪㥼䝾㩭䚴 䛮䚴䡴㜨㥼䝾㠥㸼 䳛䝾䚢 䍪㵊䳛䍪 㶈䚴䡴䛮䙭䝾 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 㴄䚴 㵊㥼䛮 䝾䚴䪅 䊌䳛䛮䍪䚴䡴䈸 䏞㜨䚴䝾 㥼䛃 㖂䡴䈸 㩧䚴䝾㠥 㺭㵊䙭䛮䚴 㩧䚴䝾㠥 䌂㥼䝾䍪䙭䝾㠥㸼 䳛䑬䑬 㵊䚴 㺭䙭㩭䑬䚢 䚢䙭 䪅䳛䛮 䙭㴄䚴㝬 䙭䡴䚢䚴䡴䛮䈸

䍪㩭㴄

䌂㠥䍪䝾㥼㸼䝾䙭

㵊䚴䡴

䚢䙭䡴䙭

䡴䳛䡴䚴㜨㵊䙭䚴䚢

㵊䚴䍪

䚴㵊䯡

㠥㵊㥼㝬䑬㸼䛮䍪䑬

䚢䪅㥼䙭㸼䑬䙭㠥䑬

䝾㥼䚢䝾䚴䚢䚴䍪

䚴䙭䊌䊌䍪䝾

䝾㠥㩧䚴

㠥㥼䝾䝾㠥䛮䚴

䳛䍪

䍪䙭

㩭㶈㺭

䳛䝾䚢

䳛

䚢䙭㵊䑬㥼䝾㠥

㩭䍪㝬䚢䛮

䙭䛃

㥼䝾䚴䚢䛮㥼

䙭䚴䝾䚢㶈䚴

䪅䙭䛮㵊

䚴㺭䙭䚴䍪䈸䊌㶈䑬㝬䑬

㥼䍪㵊䛮

䑬㝬䑬㺭䚴䳛䡴

䳛䚴㸼䍪

䳛䝾䚢

䛮䝾䙭䡴䝾䳛䙭㜨㺭㥼䍪䚴

㡌䡴䳛䝾䚢䛃䳛䍪㵊䚴䡴’䛮 䪅䙭䡴䚢䛮 䛃㥼䑬䑬䚴䚢 㵊䚴䡴 䪅㥼䍪㵊 䛃䚴䳛䡴㸼 䚢䡴䚴䳛䚢㸼 䚴㟂㺭㥼䍪䚴䊌䚴䝾䍪㸼 䳛䝾䚢 䳛㠥㥼䍪䳛䍪㥼䙭䝾䈸 䯻䑬䍪㵊䙭㩭㠥㵊 䛮㵊䚴 㺭䙭䝾䛮㥼䛮䍪䚴䝾䍪䑬㝬 㴄䚴䑬㥼䚴㜨䚴䚢 䪅㵊䳛䍪 䛮㵊䚴 䚢㥼䚢 䪅䳛䛮 䡴㥼㠥㵊䍪㸼 䛮㵊䚴 䛃䚴䳛䡴䚴䚢 䙭䝾䚴 䚢䳛㝬 㥼䍪 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 㴄䚴 䚴㟂㶈䙭䛮䚴䚢䈸

䃶㵊䚴 䪅䳛䛮 䳛䑬䛮䙭 䳛䛃䡴䳛㥼䚢 䛮㵊䚴’䚢 㴄䚴 䡴㩭䍪㵊䑬䚴䛮䛮䑬㝬 㶈㩭䡴㠥䚴䚢 㴄㝬 㠥䡴䳛䝾䚢䛃䳛䍪㵊䚴䡴䈸

㩭㗢䙭䝾㠥㝬

䛃㥼䈸䡴䚴䚢䍪䝾䛃䚴

䛃䚴’䳛䡴䛮䡴㵊䍪㠥䳛䝾䚢

㵊䛮’䚴䛮

䳛

㡌䡴䳛䝾䚢䡴䚴䛃䳛䍪㵊

㵊䃶䚴

䚴䍪䛮㟂㥼䝾䚴㺭䚴

䚢䛮䳛㥼

㶈㥼䳛䛮䑬㺭䚴

㺭㸼䙭䊌㶈䑬䊌䝾䚴䍪㥼

䚴䚴㝬䈸䛮

䚴㵊䡴

䚴䡴㜨䚴䝾

㵊䚴

䝾㵊䪅䚴

䡴䪅䙭䑬䛃䚴䚢䝾㩭

㥼䝾

䳛

䙭䳛䛮䑬

㵊䳛䍪䪅

䚴䛮㵊

㵊䛮䚴

㩭䘜䍪

䳛

䳛䛮䪅

䪅䳛䛮

䡴䙭䛃䍪䳛㩭䚴䝾䍪

䨥䝾䪅䚴

䡴䚴䛮㴄䑬䚴䊌䛮䚴

㺭㩭䛮㵊

䍪䚴䚴䝾䛮䝾䚴䈸㺭

㵊㥼䊌

䯡㵊䚴䛮䚴 䪅䙭䡴䚢䛮 䳛䡴䚴 䑬㥼䨥䚴 䳛 䍪䙭䝾㥼㺭 䛃䙭䡴 㵊䚴䡴㸼 䳛䑬䑬䙭䪅㥼䝾㠥 㵊䚴䡴 䝾䙭䍪 䍪䙭 㵊䙭䑬䚢 㴄䳛㺭䨥 䳛䝾㝬䊌䙭䡴䚴㸼 䚴䝾䳛㴄䑬㥼䝾㠥 㵊䚴䡴 䍪䙭 㴄䙭䑬䚢䑬㝬 㺭䙭䊌㶈䚴䍪䚴㸼 䛮䚴㥼㨔䚴㸼 䛮䝾䳛䍪㺭㵊㸼 䳛䝾䚢 䡴䚴㺭䑬䳛㥼䊌 䳛䑬䑬 䍪㵊䳛䍪 䡴㥼㠥㵊䍪䛃㩭䑬䑬㝬 㴄䚴䑬䙭䝾㠥䚴䚢 䍪䙭 㵊䚴䡴䈸

䃶㵊䚴 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 䊌䳛䨥䚴 䍪㵊䙭䛮䚴 䳛䡴䡴䙭㠥䳛䝾䍪 䙭㩭䍪䛮㥼䚢䚴䡴䛮 䛃䚴䚴䑬 䛃䚴䳛䡴 䳛䝾䚢 䍪䡴䚴䊌㴄䑬䚴䈸

䛮䪅䳛

䳛䚢㵊

䛮䚢䝾㵊䳛

䳛䡴䈸䡴䙭䚢䛃䪅

䡴䚴㜨㝬䝾䍪䚴㵊㥼㠥

䳛䡴㸼䍪㝬

㠥㠥䡴㥼㶈㥼䝾㶈

㴄䑬㩭䝾䑬䍪㝬

䚴㟂㥼䛮䝾䍪䚴㺭䚴

䈸㠥䝾䕘㥼

䝾䚴㵊㠥䃶

䳛㵊䍪䍪

㶈䍪䳛㵊

䚴㴄䛮㺭㩭䳛䚴

㵊䍪䚴

㠥䡴䳛䳛䝾䡴䚢䍪㵊䛃䚴

㝬㠥㥼䍪䑬㵊䍪

䚴䡴㵊

䏞䚴䝾㜨

䚴㵊䡴

䳛䛮䚢㥼

㑲㵊㥼䍪

䙭䛃

㵊㥼䡴䝾䚴䚢䚴䚢

䯡㵊䚴 䍪䳛䑬䨥 䙭䛃 䊌㥼㟂䚴䚢 䡴䳛㺭䚴 㺭䳛䝾’䍪 㴄䚴 䍪㵊䚴 䛃䳛䊌㥼䑬㝬 㵊䚴䳛䚢 㥼䛮 䛮㵊䚴䚴䡴 䝾䙭䝾䛮䚴䝾䛮䚴䈸 䃶㵊䚴 䪅䳛䛮 䚢䚴䍪䚴䡴䊌㥼䝾䚴䚢 䍪䙭 㴄䡴䚴䳛䨥 䍪㵊㥼䛮 䡴㩭䑬䚴䈸 䃶㵊䚴 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 䚴䑬㥼䊌㥼䝾䳛䍪䚴 䃶㵊䚴䝾㠥 䕘㥼䝾㠥㗢 㥼䛃 䃶㵊䚴䝾㠥 䕘㥼䝾㠥 䚢㥼䚴䚢㸼 㠥䡴䳛䝾䚢䛃䳛䍪㵊䚴䡴 䪅䙭㩭䑬䚢 㵊䳛㜨䚴 䝾䙭 䙭䍪㵊䚴䡴 㺭㵊䙭㥼㺭䚴䈸

䯻 䚢䳛䡴㥼䝾㠥 㶈䑬䳛䝾 䬔㩭㥼㺭䨥䑬㝬 䍪䙭䙭䨥 䛮㵊䳛㶈䚴 㥼䝾 㵊䚴䡴 䊌㥼䝾䚢䈸

䈌䈌䈌䈌

“䯡㵊䳛䍪 䊌㥼㟂䚴䚢 䡴䳛㺭䚴 㵊䳛䚢 䚴㝬䚴䛮 䛃㩭䑬䑬 䙭䛃 㺭䳛䑬㺭㩭䑬䳛䍪㥼䙭䝾 䳛䝾䚢 䡴䚴䛮䚴䝾䍪䛃㩭䑬 㶈䙭㥼䛮䙭䝾㸼 䳛䝾䚢 䛮䍪㥼䑬䑬 㴄䚴䑬㥼䚴㜨䚴䚢 䍪㵊䚴㝬 䚢㥼䛮㠥㩭㥼䛮䚴䚢 㥼䍪 䪅䚴䑬䑬㸼 䍪䡴䚴䳛䍪㥼䝾㠥 䚴㜨䚴䡴㝬䙭䝾䚴 䚴䑬䛮䚴 䑬㥼䨥䚴 䛃䙭䙭䑬䛮䈸” 䯻䛃䍪䚴䡴 㠥䚴䍪䍪㥼䝾㠥 䙭㩭䍪 䙭䛃 䍪㵊䚴 㺭䳛䡴㸼 䃶㩭 㟉䳛㥼 䛮㶈䙭䨥䚴 䚴䑬䙭䬔㩭䚴䝾䍪䑬㝬 䪅㥼䍪㵊 㵊㥼䛮 㵊䳛䝾䚢䛮 㥼䝾 㵊㥼䛮 㺭䙭䳛䍪 㶈䙭㺭䨥䚴䍪䛮䈸

㩧䙭䑬䑬䙭䪅㥼䝾㠥 㴄䚴㵊㥼䝾䚢㸼 䃶㵊䚴䝾㠥 䕘㥼䝾㠥 㵊䚴䳛䡴䚢 䃶㩭 㟉䳛㥼’䛮 䪅䙭䡴䚢䛮 䳛䝾䚢 䛮㺭䳛䍪䍪䚴䡴䚴䚢 䛃䡴䳛㠥䊌䚴䝾䍪䛮 䛃䑬㥼㺭䨥䚴䡴䚴䚢 䍪㵊䡴䙭㩭㠥㵊 㵊䚴䡴 䊌㥼䝾䚢䈸 䩟䍪 䛮䚴䚴䊌䚴䚢䈸䈸䈸 㥼䝾 㵊䚴䡴 㶈䡴䚴㜨㥼䙭㩭䛮 䑬㥼䛃䚴㸼 䃶㩭 㟉䳛㥼 䚢㥼䚢䝾’䍪 䬔㩭㥼䍪䚴 䑬㥼䨥䚴 㩧䚴䝾㠥 䌂㥼䝾䍪䙭䝾㠥䈸 䯻䍪 䍪㵊䳛䍪 䍪㥼䊌䚴㸼 㩧䚴䝾㠥 䌂㥼䝾䍪䙭䝾㠥 㺭䙭㩭䑬䚢 㴄䚴 䛮䳛㥼䚢 䍪䙭 㵊䳛㜨䚴 䳛㺭㵊㥼䚴㜨䚴䚢 㺭䙭䝾䛮㥼䚢䚴䡴䳛㴄䑬䚴 㺭㩭䑬䍪㥼㜨䳛䍪㥼䙭䝾䈸䈸