Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1244: Chapter 85: Clan

As the night grew deeper, Leng Feng finally finished treating his wounds. The knife wound on his arm, luckily, didn’t reach the bone. As for the arm that had blocked a punch from the Viper, it was completely swollen, but long sleeves could cover it up.

The initial pain was intense, but once he got used to it, it didn’t greatly affect his everyday actions. Such pain, as a veteran, he could endure.

However, Leng Feng kept pondering over the events that transpired that night.

The Viper’s escape was completely unexpected because given the strength he displayed, he was certainly confident in his ability to kill him.

The Viper became famous over a decade ago as someone who truly learned ancient martial arts among the common folk, including a terrifying dagger assassination technique. He came prepared and well-rested, whereas Leng Feng had been drinking all night and spent more than an hour on the treadmill at the gym, consuming much of his stamina.

Therefore, when the Viper made his move, it was like a Dragon Rider attacking head-on… how could he lose!

Yet, for some reason, the last punch directly fractured the Viper’s wrist, severely reducing his strength and giving Leng Feng a chance to turn the tables. However, it didn’t mean the Viper wouldn’t appear again.

Since he dared to claim that the Zhao family was behind it, he certainly prepared for either agreement or silencing if he refused.

Leng Feng was unclear about the extent of the relationship between the upper echelons and the Zhao family… Investigating his return home wasn’t difficult; anyone with a bit of position could find out. What’s hard was knowing that he was on the list for that secret mission.

There were too many things to consider, especially in such power struggles.

In real-life confrontations, Leng Feng prided himself on fearing no one, but he couldn’t withstand the influence of power behind the scenes. The politics and power games were far more perilous than ordinary combat.

Leng Feng ultimately decided not to report that night’s events. He wasn’t sure how many in the military could be considered allies, nor how deeply the upper echelons had been infiltrated.

If he were alone, he wouldn’t just act as if nothing happened. But having started a family and had children in recent years, his temper had mellowed a lot.

“After I joined the secret plan, the organization would arrange for my family to move to a specially protected community… Maybe after that, I could do something. For now, I need to be prepared for the Viper’s next attack.”

But considering the serious injury to the Viper’s hand tonight, it’s unlikely he’d make a move within the next few days… His next move might come after Leng Feng returns to the capital, before participating in the secret plan.

Thinking of his wife and child residing in the capital, Leng Feng made a call in the middle of the night, urging his wife and child to find an excuse to stay at an old classmate’s house for a few days. His wife’s old classmate’s father was a veteran in the army, and he assumed the Zhao family wouldn’t dare to act rashly.

After this, Leng Feng sent a text message to Ren Ziling, arranging a meeting the next day, and finally lay back in bed, merely closing his eyes to rest, without fully falling asleep.

…

While Leng Feng was contemplating his next steps, Luo Qiu had already returned home.

Mammy Ren, having sent Officer Ma and his wife home, had just returned and was now showering, belting out an off-key tune.

Luo Qiu poured himself a glass of cold water and drank slowly when someone knocked on the door.

It was Nan Xiao Nan.

Luo Qiu didn’t invite Nan Xiao Nan into the room; instead, they went to the living room, where she obediently took out a USB drive with both hands and placed it solemnly in front of Luo Qiu.

“It’s all written now, huh.”

“Yes, I thought I shouldn’t trouble Mr. Luo for too long.” Although Nan Xiao Nan’s expression was calm, her cheeks looked somewhat thin, appearing malnourished, and her complexion was naturally poor.

“Thank you for your hard work.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly and snapped his fingers casually.

“Thank you.” Nan Xiao Nan’s expression brightened slightly.

She suddenly felt much better, her stamina fully regained, no longer appearing as lifeless as before, looking significantly better… but there was no improvement in her power level.

The recovery of her power level had to rely on her own cultivation in the future… Nan Xiao Nan had a special way of digesting and converting energy, and Luo Qiu’s snap just saved her a few days’ trouble.

“Mr. Luo, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to my room.” Nan Xiao Nan was very tactful, “I’ll tell Ms. Ren in the morning that I’ll be moving back.”

Luo Qiu nodded, with no intention of being a host, “I’ll look over this material first. If there’s something I don’t understand, may I ask you for guidance?”

“I wouldn’t dare call it guidance.” Nan Xiao Nan quickly waved her hand, “I’ll definitely tell you everything I know.”

If Luo Qiu really had questions, Nan Xiao Nan would certainly provide detailed answers.

She harbored some small intentions, knowing that Luo Qiu was someone who could manipulate the rules of a sub-world at will. If Luo Qiu truly became interested in this Star Creation Technique, and even decided to formally incorporate it into this sub-world, it could potentially skip her the time needed to analyze the world rules.

This could save decades or even more time, so she was naturally very willing… Only when the Star Creation Technique was fully recognized by the world will, gaining an ‘identity’ that collaborates with the world rules, could she fully unleash its power.

Then, Nan Xiao Nan decisively returned to her room, not saying anything unnecessary, and was very well-behaved. Luo Qiu appreciated this interaction style, glanced at the USB drive on the table, but didn’t rush into looking at it. Instead, he extended his hand into the void and conjured a sheet of goatskin.

It contained some information about the Zhao family of the capital.

While reading, Luo Qiu returned to his room. As he passed by the bathroom door, he knocked on it casually.

Inside, Mammy Ren, who was belting out off-key notes, immediately went quiet.

Afterwards, Luo Qiu entered his room and began to closely read the intelligence report on the Zhao family.

The Zhao family, being on par with Boss Zhong’s family, is a prestigious family in the capital. Along with two others, they’re dubbed as The Four Great Families of the Capital in private, mainly involved in pharmaceuticals, biology, and new energy fields.

In the 1920s and 30s, the Zhao family rose in the Putian area of southern Fujian. When war spread, the family head called upon many local barefoot doctors to join the red wave, saving lives. They grew progressively after the establishment of the New Kingdom.

Beyond the Four Great Families in the capital, many local prestigious families emerged only after the war… Luo Qiu wasn’t particularly interested in these families’ histories; he was only curious about the Zhao family’s bloodline.

The Zhao family’s ancestors were also said to be a branch of the Song Emperor of the Song dynasty. Unlike the Song family who changed their name to live in obscurity, the Zhao family had always regarded themselves as the orthodox lineage.

This suggests that the Zhao family’s ancestors and the Song family’s ancestors were of the same clan, descendants of the same lineage.

“Hmm…”

…

…

In the morning, Ren Ziling, with her hair as messy as if a chicken had nested in it, was brushing her teeth in the washroom.

Having already packed, Nan Xiao Nan emerged with her luggage.

“Sister Ren, thank you for having me over these past few days!”

Ren Ziling was a bit taken aback. After spitting out the mouthwash, she quickly asked, “You’re leaving? But weren’t you settled in quite nicely…”

In fact, Mammy Ren recently had this sudden thought that having Nan Xiao Nan stay permanently wouldn’t be bad—simply put, her beloved son would officially leave to study abroad in half a month, leaving the house empty and lonely. The prospect of having someone to keep her company didn’t seem all that bad.

“It’s not a solution to keep troubling you.” Nan Xiao Nan smiled softly.

Mammy Ren said, “But what will you do if you’re harassed?”

Nan Xiao Nan had already thought of a plan, “I applied for a public dormitory and it’s been approved. My neighbors are all police officers, so that person shouldn’t dare to come again.”

Ren Ziling nodded and readily said, “Alright… if you can’t find someone when something happens, feel free to talk to me. Hmm… wait for me a bit. It’s inconvenient for you to carry your luggage, so I’ll take you to work first. The police station isn’t far from where I work.”

“Sure.”

Nan Xiao Nan did not decline this time.

She went to the living room to wait for Ren Ziling to get ready, but didn’t see Luo Qiu. She only saw the breakfast and a note on the table… breakfast was bought and packed in a box, and there was also a portion for herself.

Beside it, there was also a gift box, likewise pressed with a note, also for Nan Xiao Nan.

——Miss Nan, thank you for your Magic Technique.

——A small gift, hope you like it.

When Nan Xiao Nan opened the box, she found six exquisite jars inside… Nan Xiao Nan realized what they were.

These things, in her distant memory, were common and even worthless… but now, to her, they seemed like priceless treasures.

They were the unique spices and jams from her childhood hometown.

Neither money nor time could replace them; these were irreplaceable things that had faded away.

Nan Xiao Nan took a deep breath, gently calming her emotions, and then carefully packed the gift into her suitcase… She thought she would savor them for a long, long time.

…

Early in the morning, Leng Feng brought Wang Yuegang to the hotel lobby, then went to the place agreed upon with Ren Ziling.

Old Ren was now different; she was the chief editor of the magazine, so she boldly cleaned up the reception room, proudly showing off in front of the Simpleton.

“Strange things happen every year, but this year there’s particularly more.”

This was Leng Feng’s evaluation—he was well aware of Ren Ziling’s personality. In his military terms, she was a good soldier, one who could charge into battle but definitely not someone to lead.

There’s no doubt that Mammy Ren was quite affected, even the coffee sent to Leng Feng was cold.

“Speak, why did you bring this Mr. Wang to me, what’s the matter?”

Mammy Ren gently sipped a cup of longan and red date tea, while scrutinizing Wang Yuegang beside Leng Feng.

She recalled this name; before leaving Mount Tai last time, Leng Feng had given her a number with this man’s name on it.

Though she hadn’t planned to find Wang Yuegang, Mammy Ren couldn’t resist her curiosity and checked out Wang Yuegang’s identity after returning.

Thirty years old, a regiment-level combat staff officer; this military rank isn’t small…

This time, trying to connect through relationships, Wang Yuegang couldn’t speak directly, so Leng Feng handled the arrangements.

Leng Feng smiled and said, “It’s like this, I want you to help find someone in Xiangjiang. This person may still be hiding in Xiangjiang or Macau, or possibly has already smuggled through waterways to Southeast Asia. I know you have some connections…”

Ren Ziling almost choked, and glanced at Leng Feng with a peculiar expression, “Hey Simpleton, you’re not even sparing my connections…”

But upon saying this, Ren Ziling understood Leng Feng’s true intentions.

Since a few years back when that family member left, those brothers and sisters were truly relentless, afraid she’d be wronged, continuously sending her favors and connections.

Mammy Ren’s heart was certainly warmed.

“Ms. Ren, if you can help with this, I definitely will remember this kindness,” Wang Yuegang said at this appropriate moment.

Ren Ziling rubbed her forehead and said, “To be honest, I’m definitely interested in earning favors, but not all favors can be earned… Honestly speaking, Leng Feng’s so-called connections of mine might not even be usable. After all, I’ve only met with those people there a few times, during New Year, there might be one or two calls, but face-to-face meetings have been few.”

However, he was someone who once funded her studies; that person from Xiangjiang might not care much; the funding was just a drop in the bucket, merely a charitable act, but Ren Ziling wouldn’t forget it… saying they had little contact wasn’t true, but they indeed hadn’t met in years, the last meeting being two years ago when that benefactor returned to her ancestral hometown to pay respects, and she had only met briefly.

“This is my good buddy, help me with this favor,” Leng Feng said sincerely.

“I’ll give it a try, but don’t hold too much hope,” Ren Ziling gritted her teeth and said, “That benefactor of mine has long stopped, washed his hands of the matter.”

What washing his hands means to an old Xiangjiang organization leader, Leng Feng and Wang Yuegang naturally understood, but even if an elder in the community were to make a request, finding a person wasn’t difficult—the key was this network connection.

“Mr. Wang, could you give me the information on the person you’re looking for?” Ren Ziling continued.

Wang Yuegang hesitated for a moment, nodded—the information was prepared before coming, but he was looking for Wang Yuechuan, who was already a wanted criminal… he hesitated to hand it over like this, given this woman’s shrewdness, she’d likely deduce many things from just the name.

“Ren Ziling won’t speak indiscriminately, rest assured,” Leng Feng casually said.

“Then please, Ms. Ren,” Wang Yuegang handed over the information.

Ren Ziling casually opened the information; there was a photo included. Seeing Wang Yuechuan’s figure in the photo, Ren Ziling instinctively frowned, feeling like she’d seen him somewhere.

She was quite careless in life but had a good memory, which was a basic competence as a journalist… after thinking for a bit, Ren Ziling confirmed she had seen this person in the photo.

It was related to last year’s tutoring agency student’s suicide case; he was someone sent from the province to investigate, Ren Ziling had visited the bureau and seen him briefly.

“I recall this person, he’s a wanted criminal, right?” Ren Ziling’s brow furrowed, looking at Wang Yuegang, “What’s his relation to you?”

“He’s my brother,” Wang Yuegang said truthfully.

“Alright.” Ren Ziling did not hesitate much; she trusted Leng Feng, “I’ll give you an answer at the latest by tonight.”

…

After the two left, Ren Ziling returned to her office, tapping her head with a ballpoint pen, and after a while, resolutely picked up the phone.

With imperfect Cantonese accent.

“Hello, Master? It’s me, Ziling… Yes, yes, it’s been so long… Thanks for your concern, Master. Are you busy now? Hope I’m not bothering you?”

“Nothing! Just having morning tea with a few old uncles! What’s up? No invitation to the royal palace, why are you, the naughty girl, seeking me out?”

“It’s like this, I want you to help me make inquiries about someone…”

擄

盧

爐

虜

盧

䴲䆖䣆䴲䣆㢗㢗䆖㬫䙖㤰

路

老

露

䔔㯿䣆䆖䛎㴒㘵

㢗

蘆

䔍䧤㔏㢗㴒䴲䢈

㤰㴒䀜㢗䣆䆖䣆

虜㽳 䜺㴒䟎 䀫䛎䔔䔍㽰㰻 䴲䆖 䫧㯿㢗㶄䁋 㰻䔔䴲䔍㰻 䟎㴒㔏㴒 䣆䔔㢗㔏㝛䴲䆖䣆 㢗䆖 㴒㯿㝛㴒㔏㯿䀫 㥞㢗䆖㘵 㦐㽰㴒䀫 䟎㴒㔏㴒䆖’䔍 㰻䔍㢗䆖㝛䴲䆖䣆 䔍䛎䛎 㶄㯿䛎㰻㴒㤰 䁋䆖䛎䟎䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 䛎㯿㝛 㥞㢗䆖 㝛䴲㰻㯿䴲䁋㴒㝛 㽰㢗䢈䴲䆖䣆 䧤㴒䛎䧤㯿㴒 䛎䢈㴒㔏㽰㴒㢗㔏 㽰䴲㰻 㶄㢗㯿㯿㰻㘵

㦐㽰㴒 㯿䛎䔔䆖䣆㴒 㽰㢗㝛 䔍㽰㔏㴒㴒 䜺㯿䛎䛎㔏㰻㤰 㢗䆖㝛 䔍㽰䴲㰻 䟎㢗㰻 䔍㽰㴒 䔍䛎䧤 䛎䆖㴒㘵 㽳 㥞㢗䆖 䟎䴲䔍㽰 㢗 䔍㽰㔏㴒㴒㵁䴲䆖㶄㽰 㰻㶄㢗㔏 䛎䆖 㽰䴲㰻 䜺㢗㶄㴒 䜺㔏䛎䟎䆖㴒㝛 㢗㰻 㽰㴒 䟎㢗㯿䁋㴒㝛 䔔䧤 䔍㽰㴒 㰻䔍㢗䴲㔏㰻㤰 䆖䛎䔍䴲㶄䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 㴒㯿㝛㴒㔏 䟎㢗㰻 㰻䔍䴲㯿㯿 䛎䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䧤㽰䛎䆖㴒㤰 㢗䆖㝛 䣆㯿㢗䆖㶄㴒㝛 㢗䔍 䔍㽰㴒 䀫䛎䔔䔍㽰㰻㘵

䣆㴒㝛㴒㔏㴒䔍

㽰䔍䛎㰻䔔䀫

㔏”㔏㴒㼷㽰䔍䛎

㽰㦐㴒

䴲䆖㑸㢗”䂱

㢗䴲㯿䀫㰻㥞䔔㴒䆖䔍㰻䔔㯿䛎

䜺䔔㴒㔏䀫㯿㯿䔍㤰㶄䧤㰻㴒

㦐㽰㴒 㥞䴲㝛㝛㯿㴒㵁㢗䣆㴒㝛 㥞㢗䆖㘵㘵㘵 㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 䆖䛎㝛㝛㴒㝛㤰 “㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㽰㢗㰻䆖’䔍 䜺䴲䆖䴲㰻㽰㴒㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㶄㢗㯿㯿 䀫㴒䔍䟊”

㦐㽰㴒 䀫䛎䔔䔍㽰㰻 㰻㽰䛎䛎䁋 䔍㽰㴒䴲㔏 㽰㴒㢗㝛㰻㘵㘵㘵 㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 䜺㔏䛎䟎䆖㴒㝛 䫧䔔䔍 䧤㢗䔍䴲㴒䆖䔍㯿䀫 䟎㢗䴲䔍㴒㝛 䫧䀫 䔍㽰㴒 㰻䔍㢗䴲㔏㰻㘵

㰻㢗

䆖㔏䔔㝛㴒䔍

䴲䴊

㯿㴒㝛㔏㴒

䛎䟎䁋䆖䆖

㴒䔍㽰

㽳㔏㴒䜺䔍

㢗

㰻䟎䛎㯿㯿䀫

䟎㯿㤰㴒㽰䴲

㴒㧞㯿㶄䆖

㔏䔔㘵䆖㢗㝛䛎

“㽳㯿㔏䴲䣆㽰䔍㤰 䀫䛎䔔 㰻㴒䆖㝛 㥞㴒 㰻䛎㥞㴒 㝛㢗䔍㢗㘵㘵㘵”

䝃㴒㴒䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㢗䔍 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 䜺䴲䆖㢗㯿㯿䀫 㴒䆖㝛㴒㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㶄㢗㯿㯿㤰 㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 㡥䔔䴲㶄䁋㯿䀫 㰻䔍㴒䧤䧤㴒㝛 䜺䛎㔏䟎㢗㔏㝛 㢗䆖㝛 㢗䧤䧤㔏䛎㢗㶄㽰㴒㝛 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲—㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㰻䧤䛎䁋㴒 㝛䴲㔏㴒㶄䔍㯿䀫㥇 “㽳㽰 䂱䴲㢗䆖㤰 㽰㴒㯿䧤 㥞㴒 䜺䴲䆖㝛 㰻䛎㥞㴒䛎䆖㴒㤰 䔍㽰㴒 㝛㢗䔍㢗 䟎䴲㯿㯿 䫧㴒 㰻㴒䆖䔍 䔍䛎 䀫䛎䔔 㯿㢗䔍㴒㔏㘵”

㝛㝛䴲

䛎䔍㼷㔏㔏㽰㴒

㴒㥞䀫䛎䔍㔏㢗䴲㯿㥞䆖

㰻䔍䔔䆖䆖㴒㝛㤰

㴒䆖”㶄㯿㧞

㽰䟊㢗”㴒䧤䧤䆖

㴒䛎㥞㰻䔍㽰䆖䣆䴲

䟎㢗㰻

䴲䂱㢗䆖

䔍䴲䣆㽰䁋䆖㤰䆖䴲

䴲䴊㤰

㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㰻㽰䛎䛎䁋 㽰䴲㰻 㽰㴒㢗㝛㤰 “䁲䛎㤰 䴲䔍’㰻 㥞䀫 㥞㢗䴲䆖㯿㢗䆖㝛 䣆䛎㝛㝛㢗䔔䣆㽰䔍㴒㔏 㢗㰻䁋䴲䆖䣆 䜺䛎㔏 㽰㴒㯿䧤 䔍䛎 䜺䴲䆖㝛 㰻䛎㥞㴒䛎䆖㴒㘵”

“䅌䛎㝛㝛㢗䔔䣆㽰䔍㴒㔏䟊” 㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 䛎䧤㴒䆖㴒㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㥞䛎䔔䔍㽰㤰 㽰㢗䢈䴲䆖䣆 䫧㴒㴒䆖 䟎䴲䔍㽰 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 䜺䛎㔏 㢗 䟎㽰䴲㯿㴒 䆖䛎䟎 㢗䆖㝛 䁋䆖䛎䟎䴲䆖䣆 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㽰㢗㝛 㶄㽰䴲㯿㝛㔏㴒䆖㤰 䀫㴒䔍 䆖㴒䢈㴒㔏 㽰㴒㢗㔏㝛 䛎䜺 㢗䆖䀫 䣆䛎㝛㝛㢗䔔䣆㽰䔍㴒㔏 䛎䔔䔍㰻䴲㝛㴒㤰 㴒㰻䧤㴒㶄䴲㢗㯿㯿䀫 䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 㥞㢗䴲䆖㯿㢗䆖㝛㘵

㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒

㶄䴲㰻䆖㴒

䛎䁲䔍

䔍䛎

㴒䜺㤰䔍㔏㢗

䔍䀫䆖䔍㴒䟎

㴒㔏㯿㢗䀫䆖

䀜䛎㝛䔔䔍䆖㯿’

㔏㴒㝛䉠䟎䁋䛎

䔍䣆㔏㽰䔍䴲㢗㰻

㝛䆖㴒㝛㴒㴒

㝛䆖㢗

㝛㯿䴲䧤㰻㴒

䫧㢗㶄䁋

䜺㔏㥞䛎

䔍㴒䆖

㶄㼷䁋㢗

䔍㴒㽰

䛎㝛䟎䔔㯿

䴲䣆”㘵㰻㔏㯿

㢗㴒㶄䜺

䧤㔏㴒䆖䛎䛎㰻㝛㰻

䛎㔏䜺

䴲䔍

䣆㢗䛎㘵

㴒㥞䛎㰻

㢗

䆖䔍㴒䛎䔔䜺㔏

㯿㔏㴒㯿䀫㢗

㽰㢗䔍䔍

㔏㯿㢗䔍㴒

䆖㰻䛎䛎䧤㔏䴲䣆䆖㰻

㢗㥞䆖㯿㝛䆖㢗䴲

䛎䔍

䟎㴒䔍䆖

㴒䔍䀫䟎䆖䔍

㰻㹙'”䔍

䟎䆖䛎䁋㤰

㴒㔏䀫㰻㢗

㢗㽰㝛

䧤䀫㔏㴒䔍䔍

㶄䔍㝛䧤㔏㴒㝛䴲㴒

㯿䣆䛎䆖

䆖㝛㢗

䛎䔍

㶄㢗㯿㰻䔔㯿䀫㢗㤰

䴊䴲

㰻㝛㘵䀫䔔䔍

䴲㢗㦐㽰

㯿㰻䴲䣆㔏

䀫㴒㢗㔏㰻

䔍䆖㤰㴒㽰

䛎䀫䔔

䴲㰻㝛㯿㥞㴒

㢗㥞㔏䔍㰻㴒

䛎䣆㝛䛎

㢗㢗㶄㯿㥞䴲䔍䀫

㹙

㴒䔍㰻㽰䛎

㹙

䴲䔍㘵

䀫㴒㔏㰻㢗

“䝃䛎 㥞䴲㔏㢗㶄䔔㯿䛎䔔㰻䟊”

“㹙䆖 䔍㽰䴲㰻 䟎䛎㔏㯿㝛㤰 䟎㽰㴒㔏㴒 㶄㢗䆖 䀫䛎䔔 㰻㢗䀫 䜺䛎㔏 㰻䔔㔏㴒㤰 䫧㴒㯿䴲㴒䢈㴒 䴲䔍 䛎㔏 䆖䛎䔍㤰 䙖䔔㰻䔍 㶄䛎䆖㰻䴲㝛㴒㔏 䴲䔍 㢗㰻 㝛䛎䴲䆖䣆 䣆䛎䛎㝛 㝛㴒㴒㝛㰻 䔍䛎 㢗㶄㶄䔔㥞䔔㯿㢗䔍㴒 䢈䴲㔏䔍䔔㴒㑸 䙕䛎䛎䁋 㢗䔍 㥞㴒 䆖䛎䟎㤰 䴲㰻䆖’䔍 㯿䴲䜺㴒 䣆䛎䴲䆖䣆 䟎㴒㯿㯿䟊” 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㯿䴲䔍 㢗 㶄䴲䣆㢗㔏 㢗䆖㝛 㰻㥞䛎䁋㴒㝛 㰻㯿䛎䟎㯿䀫㤰 “㦐㽰㴒㰻㴒 䣆䴲㔏㯿㰻 䫧㴒䆖㴒䜺䴲䔍 㥞㴒㤰 㴒㰻䧤㴒㶄䴲㢗㯿㯿䀫 䔍㽰䴲㰻 䣆䛎㝛㝛㢗䔔䣆㽰䔍㴒㔏㤰 䟎㽰䛎 䴲㰻 㴒䢈㴒䆖 㥞䛎㔏㴒㘵㘵㘵 㓋䆖䛎䔔䣆㽰㤰 㯿㴒䔍’㰻 䆖䛎䔍 䔍㢗㯿䁋 㢗䫧䛎䔔䔍 䔍㽰㢗䔍㘵 䀜㽰㢗䔍’㰻 䔍㽰㴒 㰻䴲䔍䔔㢗䔍䴲䛎䆖 㝛䛎䟎䆖㰻䔍㢗䴲㔏㰻䟊”

㴒䔍㽰

㤰㝛㴒㔏㴒㴒䆖㰻

㴒㢗㽰䢈

㼷䔍㴒㔏㽰㔏䛎

䟎䛎㝛㯿䔔

䛎㼷䀫

䴲䀫䆖䢈䣆

㰻㢗䆖䴲䔍䆖䛎

㔏䛎䜺

㝛䥎䆖䛎㴒

㴒䛎㤰㔏䧤䟎

䛎䜺㔏

䔔㤰㴒䛎䴲㝛䔍㰻

“㛳䴲䝃

䴲䂱䆖㢗

㽰㶄䔍㢗䆖䟎䣆䴲

䔍㝛㰻㢗㴒㔏䔍

䔍䛎䆖

䜺䴲

㽰㶄䋋䔍䔔

䧤㰻䛎㶄

䆖”䴲䧤䧤䣆㑸䛎㽰㶄

“䋋䔔䔍㶄㽰 㼷䛎䀫 䴲㰻 䢈㴒㔏䀫 䧤䛎䧤䔔㯿㢗㔏 䔍㽰㴒㰻㴒 㝛㢗䀫㰻㘵” 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㰻㢗䴲㝛 㽰㢗㯿䜺㵁䙖䛎䁋䴲䆖䣆㯿䀫㤰 “㔓㴒 㽰㢗䆖㝛㯿㴒㰻 㴒䢈㴒㔏䀫䔍㽰䴲䆖䣆 䟎㴒㯿㯿 㢗䆖㝛 䁋䆖䛎䟎㰻 㽰䛎䟎 䔍䛎 㰻㽰䛎䟎 䔔㰻 㔏㴒㰻䧤㴒㶄䔍㘵 㦐㽰䴲㰻 䔍䴲㥞㴒㤰 䀜㽰䴲䔍㴒㵁㽰㴒㢗㝛 䝿䔔䆖 㶄㔏䛎㰻㰻㴒㝛 䔍㽰㴒 㯿䴲䆖㴒 䆖䛎䔍 䙖䔔㰻䔍 䫧䀫 䢈䴲䛎㯿㢗䔍䴲䆖䣆 䫧䛎䔔䆖㝛㢗㔏䴲㴒㰻 䫧䔔䔍 㢗㯿㰻䛎 䔍㢗㔏䣆㴒䔍䴲䆖䣆 㽰䴲㰻 䟎䴲䜺㴒㤰 䟎㽰䴲㶄㽰 䴲㰻 䔍䛎䛎 㥞䔔㶄㽰㘵”

㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 㰻㢗䴲㝛㤰 “䋋䔔䔍㶄㽰 㼷䛎䀫 㢗䆖㝛 䀜㽰䴲䔍㴒㵁㽰㴒㢗㝛 䝿䔔䆖 㢗㔏㴒 䜺䴲䣆㽰䔍䴲䆖䣆 䔍䛎 䫧㴒 ‘䔍㽰㴒 䛎䆖㴒㰻 䴲䆖 㶄㽰㢗㔏䣆㴒’㤰 䟎䴲䔍㽰 䔍㽰㴒 㶄㽰㢗䛎㰻 㢗㥞䛎䆖䣆㰻䔍 䔍㽰㴒 㰻㴒䢈㴒䆖 䜺㢗㶄䔍䴲䛎䆖㰻 䛎䔔䔍㰻䴲㝛㴒㤰 㰻㴒䢈㴒㔏㢗㯿 䛎㯿㝛 䔔䆖㶄㯿㴒㰻 㰻㴒㴒㥞 䔔䆖㢗䫧㯿㴒 䔍䛎 㰻䴲䔍 㰻䔍䴲㯿㯿㘵㘵㘵 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲㤰 䀜㽰䴲䔍㴒㵁㽰㴒㢗㝛 䝿䔔䆖 䴲㰻 䜺㔏䛎㥞 䀫䛎䔔㔏 䫧㢗㶄䁋䣆㔏䛎䔔䆖㝛㤰 䔍䛎㝛㢗䀫 䋋䔔䔍㶄㽰 㼷䛎䀫 䴲㰻 䫧䛎㯿㝛 㴒䆖䛎䔔䣆㽰 䔍䛎 㶄䛎㥞㴒 㯿䛎䛎䁋䴲䆖䣆 䜺䛎㔏 䀫䛎䔔㤰 㶄㯿㴒㢗㔏㯿䀫 䔍㢗䁋䴲䆖䣆 䀫䛎䔔 䜺䛎㔏 䣆㔏㢗䆖䔍㴒㝛㤰 㰻㽰䛎䔔㯿㝛 㹙㘵㘵㘵”

㔏㼷䛎㽰䔍㴒㔏

㴒㝛㥞㢗

㴒㰻䣆䔍㴒䔔㔏㘵

㢗

䆖䴲㢗䂱

䴲䔍㰻㵁䔍䔍㽰䣆䆖䔍䴲㢗䛎㔏㯿

“䀜㽰㢗䔍 䣆䛎䛎㝛 㝛䛎㴒㰻 䔍㢗䁋䴲䆖䣆 䛎䔔䔍 䋋䔔䔍㶄㽰 㼷䛎䀫 㝛䛎 䔔㰻䟊” 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㰻㽰䛎䛎䁋 㽰䴲㰻 㽰㴒㢗㝛㤰 “㼷䔔㰻䴲䆖㴒㰻㰻 㽰㢗㰻 䫧㴒㶄䛎㥞㴒 䴲䆖㶄㔏㴒㢗㰻䴲䆖䣆㯿䀫 㝛䴲䜺䜺䴲㶄䔔㯿䔍 䛎䢈㴒㔏 䔍㽰㴒 䀫㴒㢗㔏㰻㘵 㹙䜺 䴲䔍 䟎㴒㔏㴒䆖’䔍 䜺䛎㔏 䋋䔔䔍㶄㽰 㼷䛎䀫’㰻 㶄䛎䆖䆖㴒㶄䔍䴲䛎䆖㰻 䴲䆖 㓋䔔㔏䛎䧤㴒㤰 㶄䛎㯿㯿㢗䫧䛎㔏㢗䔍䴲䆖䣆 䟎䴲䔍㽰 䜺䛎㔏㴒䴲䣆䆖㴒㔏㰻 䔍䛎 㯿㢗䔔䆖㝛㴒㔏 㥞䛎䆖㴒䀫㤰 㝛䛎 䀫䛎䔔 䟎㢗䆖䔍 㥞㴒㤰 㢗䆖 䛎㯿㝛 㥞㢗䆖㤰 䔍䛎 㰻㴒㯿㯿 㝛䔔㔏䴲㢗䆖㰻 㢗䔍 䔍㽰㴒 㥞㢗㔏䁋㴒䔍䟊”

“㼷䔔䔍㘵㘵㘵”

䧤㽰㴒㯿

䁋䔔㤰㔏㝛㢗䛎䆖㶄䫧䣆

䜺䴲

䔔㰻㴒㔏

㴒䔍㔏䴲㴒䆖䆖䢈㴒

䜺㔏㢗㰻㢗䜺䴲

䆖’㢗䔍㶄

㔏䛎䫧䔍㽰㰻㔏㤰㴒

䔔㝛䆖㝛㯿㴒䟎㔏㔏䛎

㥞㢗䁋㴒

㰻䔍䀫㢗㘵

㢗㽰䔍”䀜

䀫㼷䛎

䜺㥞㔏䛎

㴒㶄㔏䣆㽰㢗’

㴒䴲㰻㤰䆖䛎䆖䆖䔍䔍䴲

䴊䴲

“㴒㰻㘵㝛䆖

䀜㽰䴲㴒䔍㴒㽰㵁㢗㝛

“㹙

䫧䔍䔔

㯿㯿䟎㴒

㶄㽰䔍䔔䋋

㤰䛎䝃

䴲㰻

㝛䆖㢗㽰㯿㝛㴒

㽰䔍㴒

䔔䝿㤰䆖

㹙

䆖䴲

䧤㽰㰻㢗䧤㴒䆖

㴒䢈䆖㴒

㯿䛎㴒䛎㰻

㽰䛎㯿㰻䔔㝛

䔍䛎

䀜㵁㽰㢗㴒㴒䔍䴲㝛㽰

㽰䔍㰻䴲

䟎䛎䁋䆖

㘵䔍䴲”㥞㴒

㽰㰻㴒’

䟎䴲䔍㽰

䴲㦐㰻㽰

‘㰻㔏㴒䧤䆖䛎

㴒㯿䔍㯿

䀫㥞

䝿䆖䔔

䋋㽰㶄䔔䔍

䛎䆖

㽰㘵䴲㘵㥞㘵

䛎䔔䀫㔏

䆖䴲

㰻䔔䔍䙖

㴒䆖㯿㶄㧞

㴒䛎䫧㴒㶄㥞

㥞㴒䔍䴲

䴲䟎䔍㽰

㢗㴒㔏

㼷䛎䀫

㽰䴲㰻

㽰㴒㤰䴲㝛䣆㰻

䫧䀫㴒㴒䔍㔏㝛㢗

䴲䆖

䔍䔍㽰㢗

㔏䔔㰻㴒

㽰㴒䔍

䴲㰻䣆䔍㽰䆖

䆖䛎’䔍䟎

㰻㽰䴲

㹙

“㹙 䁋䆖䛎䟎 䟎㽰㢗䔍 䔍䛎 㝛䛎㘵” 㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 䆖䛎㝛㝛㴒㝛 㢗䆖㝛 䔍㽰㴒䆖 䣆㯿㢗䆖㶄㴒㝛 㢗䔍 䔍㽰㴒 㰻䔍㢗䴲㔏㶄㢗㰻㴒 㴒䆖䔍㔏㢗䆖㶄㴒㤰 㰻䔔㝛㝛㴒䆖㯿䀫 㰻㢗䔍 㝛䛎䟎䆖 䆖㴒㛳䔍 䔍䛎 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲㤰 㢗䆖㝛 䟎㽰䴲㰻䧤㴒㔏㴒㝛㤰 “䝃䛎㘵㘵㘵 䀜㽰㢗䔍 㢗䫧䛎䔔䔍 䛎䢈㴒㔏 䴲䆖 㴁㢗㶄㢗䔔䟊”

“㔓䛎䟎 㝛䴲㝛 㴁㔏㘵 㔓䛎 䔍㢗㯿䁋 㢗䫧䛎䔔䔍 䴲䔍䟊” 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲’㰻 䣆㢗䥎㴒 㰻㽰㢗㔏䧤㴒䆖㴒㝛㘵

䆖㢗䴲䂱

㥞㴒䛎㰻㴒䛎䆖

㴁”㔏㘵

䴲䆖

㢗㰻㽰

㴒㴒㔏㝛㤰㰻䴲㽰䧤䟎

㔏䔍䛎㽰㴒㼷㔏

㽰㴒

㔓䛎

䴲㤰㝛䆖㥞

䛎䔍

㝛䴲㰻㢗

䝿䣆䴲䆖

“㘵䴲㴒䔍㥞

㢗䆖㝛

㽰䔍䴲㰻

䆖䣆㷇䔔䛎

㢗㯿㢗㴒㝛㔏䀫

㯿䧤䆖㢗

‘䛎㴒㰻㝛䆖䔍

㢗㴒㴁䔍㔏㰻

㰻䔔㴒

“㦐㽰㢗䔍 䛎㯿㝛 䜺䛎㛳㘵” 㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㰻䆖䛎㔏䔍㴒㝛 㯿䴲䣆㽰䔍㯿䀫㤰 “䀜䴲䔍㽰䛎䔔䔍 㽰䴲㥞㤰 㹙’㥞 㰻䔍䴲㯿㯿 㶄㢗䧤㢗䫧㯿㴒㤰 㢗㔏㴒䆖’䔍 㹙䟊”

㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 㔏㴒㯿䔔㶄䔍㢗䆖䔍㯿䀫 㰻㢗䴲㝛㤰 “㼷䔔䔍 䟎䴲䔍㽰䛎䔔䔍 㴁㔏㘵 㔓䛎’㰻 㰻䔔䧤䧤䛎㔏䔍㤰 䴲䔍’㰻 㝛䴲䜺䜺䴲㶄䔔㯿䔍 䜺䛎㔏 䔔㰻 䔍䛎 䣆㴒䔍 㢗 㰻䧤䛎䔍 䔍䛎 㶄䛎㥞䧤㴒䔍㴒㘵”

㶄㥞䛎㴒㴒䧤䔍

㴁䀫㤰㢗㢗㰻㢗䴲㯿

㯿㴒䆖㶄㧞

㽰㽳

㤰㯿㯿㶄䀫㥞㢗

㰻䴲

䁋䫧䉠㢗㶄

㽰㰻䔍㴒䛎㝛

㴒㝛㢗㽰

䝿䴲䆖䣆

䔍䁋㴒㢗

䴲䆖

䆖䣆䝿䴲

㢗

㽰䔍䴲㰻

㽰㽳

䛎䆖㝛䔔䜺

䜺䴲

䔍䛎

䴲䔍㤰䣆䔍㽰

䛎’䆖䔍㝛

㴒䔍㽰

䴲䆖

䛎䀫䟎㔏㤰㔏

䴲’䔍㰻

㴒䔍䁲㛳

㢗㯿㢗㴒䀫㔏㝛

‘㹙䢈㴒

㢗㯿㝛䀫㔏㴒㢗

䛎䔍”䆖䋋’

㥞䴲䔍㴒

䛎㶄㴒㶄䆖䆖䆖䀫䣆䴲䔍

㽰㴒䔍㔏㤰㴒

㔏㴒㔏㰻䆖㴒䔍䧤㴒

㢗䆖䔍㴒䣆䛎㝛䔍㴒䴲

㰻㽰䔍䴲

䛎䢈㔏㴒

䔍䛎

㔏䀫䴲㶄䔍㴒”㝛㯿㘵

㥞㤰㴒䴲䔍

䔍㥞㽰㤰䛎䆖

㼷䴲䴲㔏㢗䔍䆖

㰻䀫㢗

䆖䔍㢗䔍㴒’㔏䛎㘵䆖㥞䔔

䔍䟎䴲㽰

䆖㯿䧤㢗㘵

㽰䀫㦐㴒

㯿㯿䟎䴲

㰻㢗㝛䴲

䙖䔔䔍㰻

㶄㴒㥞䛎

䴊䴲

㥞㴒䔍㽰

䢈’㴒㹙

䫧㥞㢗㯿䣆䣆’䴲䆖

䛎㶄㰻䴲䆖㢗

“䫱䁋㢗䀫㘵” 㼷㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䂱䴲㢗䆖 䆖䛎㝛㝛㴒㝛㘵

㧞䆖㶄㯿㴒 䴊䴲 㰻㡥䔔䴲䆖䔍㴒㝛 㢗䆖㝛 㰻㢗䴲㝛㤰 “㓋㢗䔍 䛎㔏 㰻䔍㢗㔏䢈㴒㤰 䴲䔍 㝛㴒䧤㴒䆖㝛㰻 䛎䆖 䔍㽰䴲㰻 䔍䴲㥞㴒㘵”

㘵㘵㘵

㘵㘵㘵

㹙䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䛎䜺䜺䴲㶄㴒㤰 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䟎㢗㰻 㰻㶄㔏䔔䔍䴲䆖䴲䥎䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 㔏㴒㶄㴒䆖䔍 㔏㴒䧤䛎㔏䔍㰻 䛎䆖 䜺㢗㥞䴲㯿䀫 㢗䜺䜺㢗䴲㔏㰻㘵

䢈䛎㛳䔍㔏㴒

䴲䝃㴒㶄䆖

㔏䛎㥞䜺

㢗䆖㽰’㰻䔍

㽰䴲䔍㰻

䧤㴒䟎㔏䛎

䜺㰻㽰㥞㯿㴒䴲

䴲䔍㔏㴒㯿䆖䀫㴒㘵

㔏㢗㛳䴲㴒䔍㴒㶄䔍

㽰㝛㢗

䀫㴒䔍

㽰䔍㴒

㽰㰻䔍䴲㴒㝛䜺

㽰䴲㰻

䔍䛎

䴲㰻㝛㴒㤰

㽰䔍㴒

㦐㔏㰻䆖㝛㴒㴒㢗䔍䆖㶄䆖

䴲㥞’㰻䀫㯿㢗䜺

䔔㔏㘵㯿㘵䣆䔍㘵㰻䣆㴒

㰻䔍䟎䆖䴲䴲㴒㰻䣆䆖

㽰㴒

㝛㢗㢗㴒㥞䣆䆖

㯿䆖䛎䣆

䛎㔏㥞䜺

㢗䟎㢗䀫

䜺㰻䛎䔔㶄

㓋㰻䧤㴒㶄䴲㢗㯿㯿䀫 㰻䴲䆖㶄㴒 䣆㔏㢗䆖㝛䜺㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏’㰻 㥞䴲㔏㢗㶄䔔㯿䛎䔔㰻 㔏㴒㶄䛎䢈㴒㔏䀫 㯿㢗㰻䔍 䀫㴒㢗㔏 㢗䆖㝛 䔍㽰㴒 㢗㯿㯿䛎㶄㢗䔍䴲䛎䆖 䛎䜺 㰻䔔䫧㰻䔍㢗䆖䔍䴲㢗㯿 䜺䔔䆖㝛㰻 䔍䛎 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖㤰 䔍㽰㴒 䢈䛎䴲㶄㴒㰻 䟎䴲䔍㽰䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䜺㢗㥞䴲㯿䀫 㽰㢗䢈㴒 㥞䔔㯿䔍䴲䧤㯿䴲㴒㝛㘵㘵㘵 㥞䛎㰻䔍㯿䀫 䜺㔏䛎㥞 䔍㽰䛎㰻㴒 㶄㯿䛎㰻㴒 䔍䛎 㽰䴲㰻 䫧㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔䆖㘵

䁲䛎 㥞㢗䔍䔍㴒㔏 㽰䛎䟎 㥞㢗䆖䀫 䢈䛎䴲㶄㴒㰻 䟎䴲䔍㽰䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䜺㢗㥞䴲㯿䀫 㢗㔏䴲㰻㴒㤰 䔍㽰㴒 㔏㴒㢗㰻䛎䆖 䣆㔏㢗䆖㝛䜺㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏 䟎䛎䆖’䔍 㢗㶄䔍 䛎䆖 㢗䆖䀫䔍㽰䴲䆖䣆 䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 㶄䛎㥞䴲䆖䣆 䀫㴒㢗㔏㰻 䴲㰻 䁋䆖䛎䟎䆖 䛎䆖㯿䀫 䔍䛎 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖㤰 䣆㔏㢗䆖㝛䜺㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏㤰 㢗䆖㝛 䅌㔏㢗䆖㝛䜺㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏 䙕䔔䛎㘵

䴲䔍䫧

㥞㴒㴒㰻

㤰㔏䟎”㴒䢈䛎㔓㴒

㘵㝛䛎”㝛

㴒㥞䛎䢈㰻

㔏㽰䴲㝛㦐

㰻’㔏㴒䔍㰻䴲䝃

㴒㴒䆖㔏㶄䔍

㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㥞㴒䔍䴲㶄䔔㯿䛎䔔㰻㯿䀫 㔏㴒㢗㝛 䔍㽰㔏䛎䔔䣆㽰 䔍㽰㴒 㝛㢗䔍㢗 㢗䔍 㽰㢗䆖㝛㘵㘵㘵 㰻䴲䆖㶄㴒 䙖䔔㰻䔍 㢗䜺䔍㴒㔏 䔍㽰㴒 䁲㴒䟎 㷇㴒㢗㔏 䔔䆖䔍䴲㯿 䆖䛎䟎㤰 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔㴒’㰻 䇱䛎䔔㔏 䝃㴒㢗㰻䛎䆖㰻 䅌㔏䛎䔔䧤 㽰㢗㰻 㰻㴒㴒䆖 㰻䴲䣆䆖䴲䜺䴲㶄㢗䆖䔍 䧤㴒㔏㰻䛎䆖䆖㴒㯿 㶄㽰㢗䆖䣆㴒㰻㤰 䴲䆖㶄㯿䔔㝛䴲䆖䣆 㰻䛎㥞㴒 㢗䔍 䔍㽰㴒 䔔䧤䧤㴒㔏 㴒㶄㽰㴒㯿䛎䆖㰻 䛎䜺 䔍㽰㴒 䅌㔏䛎䔔䧤㘵

㦐㽰㴒㰻㴒 䴲䆖㝛䴲䢈䴲㝛䔔㢗㯿㰻 䟎㴒㔏㴒 㔏㴒㢗㰻㰻䴲䣆䆖㴒㝛 䔍䛎 䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 㝛㴒䧤㢗㔏䔍㥞㴒䆖䔍㰻㤰 㢗䆖㝛 㯿㢗䔍㴒㔏 㰻䛎㥞㴒 㴒䆖䔍㔏䀫 㯿㴒䢈㴒㯿 䣆䔔䀫㰻 䟎㴒㔏㴒 䧤㔏䛎㥞䛎䔍㴒㝛—㴒䢈㴒䆖 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䔔䆖㝛㴒㔏㰻䔍䛎䛎㝛 䔍㽰㢗䔍 䔍㽰㴒㰻㴒 䆖㴒䟎㯿䀫 㢗䧤䧤䛎䴲䆖䔍㴒㝛 䴲䆖㝛䴲䢈䴲㝛䔔㢗㯿㰻 㢗㔏㴒 㥞䛎㰻䔍㯿䀫 㯿䴲䆖䁋㴒㝛 䔍䛎 㽰䴲㰻 䫧㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔䆖㤰 㢗䆖㝛 㡥䔔䴲䔍㴒 㢗 䜺㴒䟎 㢗㔏㴒 䜺㔏䛎㥞 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖’㰻 䛎䟎䆖 䔍㴒㢗㥞㘵

㚨㽰䛎䣆䆖

㦐䴲㰻㽰

䔍㯿㴒䜺

㴒䛎㶄䆖䔔䙕㽰

㘵䧤㝛䥎䥎㴒䔔㯿

㦐㽰㴒 䜺㢗㥞䴲㯿䀫’㰻 䫧䔔㰻䴲䆖㴒㰻㰻㴒㰻 㢗䆖㝛 㔏㴒㯿㢗䔍䴲䛎䆖㰻 㢗㔏㴒 㢗㰻 䴲䆖䔍㴒㔏䔍䟎䴲䆖㴒㝛 㢗㰻 㴒䢈㴒㔏㘵 㽳㯿䔍㽰䛎䔔䣆㽰 䇱䛎䔔㔏 䝃㴒㢗㰻䛎䆖㰻 䅌㔏䛎䔔䧤 㽰㢗㰻 㢗㯿䟎㢗䀫㰻 䫧㴒㴒䆖 㽰㴒㢗㝛㴒㝛 䫧䀫 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔㴒㤰 䫧䛎䔍㽰 㽰㴒 㢗䆖㝛 㽰䴲㰻 䫧㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔䆖 㽰䛎㯿㝛 㰻㽰㢗㔏㴒㰻 䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䣆㔏䛎䔔䧤㘵 䝃䴲㥞䴲㯿㢗㔏㯿䀫㤰 䴲䆖㝛䔔㰻䔍㔏䴲㴒㰻 䔔䆖㝛㴒㔏 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖’㰻 䆖㢗㥞㴒 㢗㯿㰻䛎 㽰㢗䢈㴒 㰻㽰㢗㔏㴒㰻 㽰㴒㯿㝛 䫧䀫 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔㴒 㢗䆖㝛 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔䆖㘵

䀜㽰㢗䔍 䧤䔔䥎䥎㯿㴒㝛 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䟎㢗㰻 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔㴒’㰻 㥞䛎䢈㴒 䟎㽰䴲㶄㽰 㰻㴒㴒㥞㴒㝛 㢗㯿㥞䛎㰻䔍 㯿䴲䁋㴒 㰻㴒䢈㴒㔏䴲䆖䣆 㽰㴒㔏 䛎䟎䆖 㢗㔏㥞㘵㘵㘵 䆖䛎䔍 㔏㴒䴲䆖䜺䛎㔏㶄䴲䆖䣆 㽰㴒㔏 㶄䛎䆖䔍㔏䛎㯿 䫧䔔䔍 㔏㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏 㴒㥞䧤㯿䛎䀫䴲䆖䣆 㽰㴒㔏 䫧㔏䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏’㰻 㢗䆖㝛 㽰䴲㰻 䛎䟎䆖 䔍㴒㢗㥞㤰 䟎㽰㢗䔍 䁋䴲䆖㝛 䛎䜺 㰻䔍㔏㢗䔍㴒䣆䀫 䴲㰻 䔍㽰䴲㰻䟊

䆖㢗”㘵㘵䧤䀫䛎㶄㥞㘵

㢗”㯌䔍㢗㥞㶄䴲㽰㔏㶄䔔㢗㯿㴒

㦐㽰㴒 㔏㴒䧤䛎㔏䔍 䴲䆖㶄㯿䔔㝛㴒㝛 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔㴒’㰻 䴲㥞㥞䴲䆖㴒䆖䔍 䧤㯿㢗䆖 䔍䛎 䴲䆖䢈㴒㰻䔍 䴲䆖 㢗 䧤㔏䛎䙖㴒㶄䔍 䴲䆖 㼷㔏䴲䔍㢗䴲䆖㘵 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㔏㴒㢗㯿㯿䀫 㶄䛎䔔㯿㝛䆖’䔍 䜺㢗䔍㽰䛎㥞 䟎㽰䀫 㽰䴲㰻 䔍㽰䴲㔏㝛 㰻䴲㰻䔍㴒㔏 㰻䔔㝛㝛㴒䆖㯿䀫 㽰㢗㝛 䴲䆖䔍㴒㔏㴒㰻䔍 䴲䆖 㴒䆖䔍㴒㔏䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 䧤㽰㢗㔏㥞㢗㶄㴒䔔䔍䴲㶄㢗㯿 䜺䴲㴒㯿㝛㘵

㦐㽰㴒 㰻㴒㔏䴲㴒㰻 䛎䜺 䔔䆖䔔㰻䔔㢗㯿 㢗㶄䔍䴲䛎䆖㰻 䫧䀫 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎䀫䔔㴒 䣆㢗䢈㴒 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖㤰 䆖䛎䟎 䜺㢗㔏 䜺㔏䛎㥞 䔍㽰㴒 㶄㢗䧤䴲䔍㢗㯿㤰 㢗 䢈㢗䣆䔔㴒 㰻㴒䆖㰻㴒 䛎䜺 䔔䆖㴒㢗㰻㴒㘵

䧤䔍㰻㴒

䛎㯿㔏䆖㴒䣆

䔍䁋䆖㢗䴲䣆

㝛㽰㢗

㽰䴲㰻

㽰䣆㚨䛎䆖

㴒䛎㶄㽰䙕䔔䆖

㦐䆖㔏㰻㢗䆖㝛㴒䆖㴒㶄䔍㤰

䔍㽰㴒

䆖䔍䴲䛎

䴲䔍䫧㴒䣆㢗䆖

䔍㽰㴒

㝛䴲㽰䔍㔏

㤰䴲㰻㔏㴒㰻䔍

䜺䛎

䆖䴲㴒㶄䝃

㴒䆖䟎

㴒㰻䔍㘵㴒䔍㔏䴲䆖

䀫㯿㢗㥞䴲䜺

㢗䆖㝛

㢗

㶄㯿䜺㯿䔔㰻㯿䔔—㰻䴲䧤䔍㶄䀫䴲㰻䛎㴒㰻㶄

㝛䟎䛎㔏㯿

㴒䆖䆖㢗䫧㝛䛎㝛㢗

䛎䆖

㯿㽰㴒㝛

䛎䣆䆖㯿

䜺䛎

㔏䛎䫧㽰㔏䔍㴒

㽰䔍㴒

䔍㢗䔔䔍㥞㯿䀫㯿㴒䴲

䣆䛎㥞㶄㴒䆖䴲䫧

䴲㽰㰻

㢗㥞䇱䀫㤰㯿䴲

㴒㽰㝛㢗

䆖㚨䛎㽰䣆

㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䁋䆖㴒䟎 䔍㽰䴲㰻 㥞䔔㰻䔍 㔏㴒㯿㢗䔍㴒 䔍䛎 䔍㽰㴒 㝛㴒㢗㯿 㽰㴒 䛎䆖㶄㴒 㥞㢗㝛㴒—䀫㴒䔍 㽰㴒 㶄䛎䔔㯿㝛䆖’䔍 㽰㴒㯿䧤 䫧䔔䔍 㢗㝛㥞䴲䔍 䔍㽰㢗䔍 䔍㽰㴒 䧤䛎䟎㴒㔏 㰻䔍㔏䔔䣆䣆㯿㴒㰻 䟎䴲䔍㽰䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䧤㔏䛎㥞䴲䆖㴒䆖䔍 䜺㢗㥞䴲㯿䀫 㰻㴒㴒㥞㴒㝛 䔍㔏䴲䢈䴲㢗㯿 㶄䛎㥞䧤㢗㔏㴒㝛 䔍䛎 䔍㽰㴒 䧤䛎䟎㴒㔏 䔍㽰㢗䔍 㝛䴲㶄䔍㢗䔍㴒㰻 㯿䴲䜺㴒 㢗䆖㝛 㝛㴒㢗䔍㽰㘵

㓋㰻䧤㴒㶄䴲㢗㯿㯿䀫 㢗䜺䔍㴒㔏 䜺䴲䆖㝛䴲䆖䣆 㰻䔔㶄㶄㴒㰻㰻 䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 㯿㢗䫧㤰 㝛䴲㰻㶄䛎䢈㴒㔏䴲䆖䣆 㶄㽰䴲㯿㝛㔏㴒䆖 䟎䴲䔍㽰 㰻䔔䧤㴒㔏䆖㢗䔍䔔㔏㢗㯿 㢗䫧䴲㯿䴲䔍䴲㴒㰻㤰 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䜺㴒㯿䔍 㽰㴒 㽰㢗㝛 䜺䛎䔔䆖㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㝛䴲㔏㴒㶄䔍䴲䛎䆖—䔍㽰㴒 㽰㴒㢗㔏䔍 䔍㽰㢗䔍 䆖䛎 㯿䛎䆖䣆㴒㔏 㰻䔍䴲㔏㔏㴒㝛 䟎䴲䔍㽰 䟎䛎㔏㯿㝛㯿䀫 㢗䜺䜺㢗䴲㔏㰻 㰻䔔㝛㝛㴒䆖㯿䀫 䫧㴒䣆㢗䆖 䔍䛎 䫧㴒㢗䔍 㢗䆖㴒䟎㘵

㢗

㥞䆖㢗㢗䆖䴲䆖䣆䴲䴲䔍

䜺䛎

㰻䟎㢗

䆖㴒㰻㴒㰻

㥞㴒㢗䔍䔍㔏

㢗

㔏㴒㴒㯿䀫㥞

䔍㹙

䛎䜺

㴒䆖䴲㴒䢈䔍㽰㶄㢗㴒㥞㘵

㷇㴒䔍 䴲䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䜺㢗㶄㴒 䛎䜺 㽰䴲㰻 䴲㝛㴒䆖䔍䴲䔍䀫㤰 㰻䔍㢗䔍䔔㰻㤰 㢗䆖㝛 䟎㴒㢗㯿䔍㽰 㢗㰻 䔍㽰㴒 㰻㴒㶄䛎䆖㝛 䀫䛎䔔䆖䣆 㥞㢗㰻䔍㴒㔏 䛎䜺 䔍㽰㴒 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䇱㢗㥞䴲㯿䀫㤰 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㰻䔔㝛㝛㴒䆖㯿䀫 㔏㴒㢗㯿䴲䥎㴒㝛 䔍㽰㢗䔍 㶄㽰㢗㰻䴲䆖䣆 㢗 㰻㴒䆖㰻㴒 䛎䜺 㢗㶄㽰䴲㴒䢈㴒㥞㴒䆖䔍 㰻㴒㴒㥞㴒㝛 䔍䛎 䫧㴒 㢗 㥞䴲㰻䔍㢗䁋㴒—㴒䢈㴒㔏䀫䔍㽰䴲䆖䣆 㶄䛎䔔㯿㝛 䫧㴒 㢗㶄㽰䴲㴒䢈㴒㝛 㰻䛎 㴒㢗㰻䴲㯿䀫㤰 㽰㴒 㰻䔍㔏䔔䣆䣆㯿㴒㝛 䔍䛎 䜺䴲䆖㝛 㢗䆖䀫 㰻㴒䆖㰻㴒 䛎䜺 㢗㶄㽰䴲㴒䢈㴒㥞㴒䆖䔍 䔍㽰㢗䔍 䔍㔏䔔㯿䀫 㰻㢗䔍䴲㰻䜺䴲㴒㝛 㽰䴲㥞㘵

㹙䆖 䔍㽰㴒 㥞䴲㝛㰻䔍 䛎䜺 㶄䛎䆖䔍㴒㥞䧤㯿㢗䔍䴲䛎䆖㤰 䔍㽰㴒 䛎䜺䜺䴲㶄㴒 㝛䛎䛎㔏 䟎㢗㰻 䁋䆖䛎㶄䁋㴒㝛㤰 㾄㽰㴒䆖䣆 㷇䔔䆖 㴒䆖䔍㴒㔏㴒㝛 㡥䔔䴲㶄䁋㯿䀫㤰 㽰䴲㰻 㴒㛳䧤㔏㴒㰻㰻䴲䛎䆖 㰻㯿䴲䣆㽰䔍㯿䀫 䔔䆖䆖㢗䔍䔔㔏㢗㯿㘵

㯿㶄㝛䛎㴒㰻

䔍䴲䆖㽰

㶄㰻㯿㢗㯿䀫䔔㢗

䔍䔔䔍䟎㽰䴲䛎

㴒䔍㽰

䜺䛎

㢗

㘵㛳㰻䴲㴒㔏㴒㰻䧤䛎䆖

䣆䆖㽰㚨䛎

㥞㢗㔏䔍㴒㯿㰻䴲㢗

䔔㴒䆖䙕㽰㶄䛎

㝛㽰㢗㤰䆖

䆖䴲

䴲㽰㰻

㾄㽰㴒䆖䣆 㷇䔔䆖 㢗䧤䧤㔏䛎㢗㶄㽰㴒㝛㤰 㯿䛎䛎䁋䴲䆖䣆 㽰㴒㰻䴲䔍㢗䆖䔍㤰 䔍㽰㴒䆖 㰻䴲䣆㽰㴒㝛 㢗䆖㝛 㰻㢗䴲㝛㤰 “䝃㴒㶄䛎䆖㝛 䀫䛎䔔䆖䣆 㥞㢗㰻䔍㴒㔏㤰 䔍㽰㴒 䣆䴲䜺䔍 䀫䛎䔔 㢗㰻䁋㴒㝛 㥞㴒 䔍䛎 㝛㴒㯿䴲䢈㴒㔏 䟎㢗㰻 㔏㴒䔍䔔㔏䆖㴒㝛 䫧䀫 㴁䴲㰻㰻 㴁䛎㘵 䝃㽰㴒 㢗㯿㰻䛎 㰻㢗䴲㝛㘵㘵㘵”

“䀜㽰㢗䔍 㝛䴲㝛 㰻㽰㴒 㰻㢗䀫䟊” 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖’㰻 䜺㢗㶄㴒 㔏㴒㥞㢗䴲䆖㴒㝛 㔏㴒㯿㢗䔍䴲䢈㴒㯿䀫 㴒㛳䧤㔏㴒㰻㰻䴲䛎䆖㯿㴒㰻㰻㘵

㴒㾄㽰䣆䆖

㢗䔍

㽰㶄㴒䙕䔔䛎䆖

㢗㽰㝛

㴒䔍㰻㢗㥞㔏

䀫䆖䣆䛎䔔

㔓㰻䴲

㯿㢗㢗䟎䀫㰻

㔏㴒䀫䢈

㰻㴒㴒䆖

㰻㴒䛎㯿

䛎㽰䣆㚨䆖

㢗㝛䆖

䆖㴒䛎㰻㝛㶄

㽰㴒

㝛㽰㢗

㶄㰻䛎㥞䧤㤰㴒㝛䛎

㥞䧤㴒㔏䔍㘵㴒

㰻㽰䴲

㴒䫧㴒䆖

㷇䔔䆖

㘵䴲㽰㥞

䢈㴒㔏䆖㴒

䣆㯿䆖㴒㶄㢗㝛

㰻䴲㯿䫧䴲䢈䀫

“䝃㽰㴒 㰻㢗䴲㝛 䀫䛎䔔’䢈㴒 㶄䛎㥞䧤㯿㴒䔍㴒㝛 䀫䛎䔔㔏 㶄䛎䔔㔏㰻㴒㘵” 㾄㽰㴒䆖䣆 㷇䔔䆖 䧤㢗䔔㰻㴒㝛㤰 䛎䫧㰻㴒㔏䢈䴲䆖䣆 㽰䴲㰻 䫧䛎㰻㰻’㰻 㝛㴒㥞㴒㢗䆖䛎㔏 䫧㴒䜺䛎㔏㴒 㶄䛎䆖䔍䴲䆖䔔䴲䆖䣆㤰 “䝃㽰㴒 㝛䛎㴒㰻䆖’䔍 䧤㯿㢗䆖 䔍䛎 䔍㴒㢗㶄㽰 䀫䛎䔔 㢗䆖䀫㥞䛎㔏㴒 㢗䆖㝛 㢗㰻䁋㴒㝛 䀫䛎䔔 䆖䛎䔍 䔍䛎 䣆䛎 䛎䢈㴒㔏 䔍㽰㴒㔏㴒 㢗䣆㢗䴲䆖㘵”

“㧞䆖㝛㴒㔏㰻䔍䛎䛎㝛㘵” 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䆖䛎㝛㝛㴒㝛㘵

䔍䀫㴒

䔍㤰䴲

䴲䆖

㑸䛎䀫”䔔

㴒㾄㽰䆖䣆

㝛䛎䔍䆖㰻㴒’

㰻㽰㴒

䔔㯿䛎㝛䟎

㢗䔍

㴁䴲㰻㰻

㴒䟎䛎㥞䆖

㝛”䛎䝃䆖㴒㶄

㝛䛎䔍䆖㴒’㰻

䴲㰻㽰

䛎㴁

䟎䁋䆖䛎

㴒䔍㽰

㽰䁋䆖㦐䴲

㯿㶄㢗㢗䔍㤰䧤䴲

㰻䛎

㷇䔔䆖

䜺㔏䛎

䜺䛎㔏

䀫㯿㯿㢗㔏㴒

㯿䛎䛎䁋

䔔䛎䀫䆖䣆

䛎䔔䫧㢗䔍

䆖㢗㥞䀫

㘵㴒㽰㔏

䛎䀫㤰䔔

㰻㔏㛳㴒㴒㝛㰻㴒䧤

䣆䛎䛎㝛

䛎䴲䴲㝛䣆䴲㢗䆖㤰䆖䔍䆖

㥞䔍㤰㴒㰻㔏㢗

䢈㴒㴒䆖

䴲㝛㴒

䔍㽰㰻䟎㢗’

“㽳䆖㝛䟊” 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㯿䛎䛎䁋㴒㝛 㢗䔍 㾄㽰㴒䆖䣆 㷇䔔䆖 䟎䴲䔍㽰 㢗 䜺㢗䴲䆖䔍 㰻㥞䴲㯿㴒㤰 “䀜㽰㢗䔍 㝛䛎 䀫䛎䔔 䴲䆖䔍㴒䆖㝛 䔍䛎 㝛䛎䟊”

“䁲䛎䔍㽰䴲䆖䣆㘵” 㾄㽰㴒䆖䣆 㷇䔔䆖 䟎㢗㰻 㰻䔍㢗㔏䔍㯿㴒㝛㤰 䁋䆖䛎䟎䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 㰻㴒㶄䛎䆖㝛 䀫䛎䔔䆖䣆 㥞㢗㰻䔍㴒㔏 䆖㴒䢈㴒㔏 㯿䴲䁋㴒㝛 䔍䛎 䔔㰻㴒 㥞㢗䆖䴲䧤䔔㯿㢗䔍䴲䛎䆖 䔍䛎 䟎䴲䆖 䛎䢈㴒㔏 䟎䛎㥞㴒䆖㤰 㰻䛎 㽰㴒 㡥䔔䴲㶄䁋㯿䀫 㰻㢗䴲㝛㤰 “㹙 䙖䔔㰻䔍 䔍㽰䴲䆖䁋 䴲䔍’㰻 䔔䆖䜺㢗䴲㔏 䔍䛎 䀫䛎䔔㤰 㰻㴒㶄䛎䆖㝛 䀫䛎䔔䆖䣆 㥞㢗㰻䔍㴒㔏㘵”

䛎㚨䣆䆖㽰

㔏㴒䔍䆖

㴒䁲㛳䔍

䛎䔍

㝛㴒䔔䔍㴒㔏㔏䆖㤰

䆖㢗

䛎䛎㶄㰻㯿㥞㢗㔏㰻

䫧䔔䀫

㴒䔔㶄㰻㛳㴒

䫧䀫

㰻㴒㴒

䛎㘵䧤㔏䧤㴒㔏䀫䔍

㴁䴲㰻㰻

䀫䛎䔔

㴒䧤㴒㔏㶄”䆖㘵䔍

䜺䴲㝛䆖

䴲䔍

䝃㶄㴒䴲”䆖

㶄䆖㢗

㽰䔍㴒

䔍㽰䀫䴲㔏䔍

㴒㘵䫧

㢗㯿㤰㯿㶄䀫㥞

䜺䛎

䛎㴁’㰻

㴒㔏㴒䔔㶄㝛

䜺䴲

䴲䔍䜺䣆

㰻㢗㝛䴲

㽰䔍㴒

㽰䔍㴒

㢗䆖㝛

䔍㤰䆖㽰㥞䛎

䔍㯿㴒

䔍㴒㽰

㶄䛎䔍㾄䆖䔍㢗

㰻㢗䟎

䙕㽰㴒㶄䆖䔔䛎

㝛㯿㢗㔏䆖㝛㯿䛎

㾄㽰㴒䆖䣆 㷇䔔䆖 䛎䧤㴒䆖㴒㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㥞䛎䔔䔍㽰 䫧䔔䔍 䔔㯿䔍䴲㥞㢗䔍㴒㯿䀫 䆖䛎㝛㝛㴒㝛㘵 㽳㰻 㢗 䔍䛎䧤 㢗䴲㝛㴒㤰 㽰㴒 㰻㽰䛎䔔㯿㝛䆖’䔍 㡥䔔㴒㰻䔍䴲䛎䆖 䔍㽰㴒 䫧䛎㰻㰻’㰻 㝛㴒㶄䴲㰻䴲䛎䆖㰻㤰 䫧䔔䔍 㰻䴲㥞䧤㯿䀫 㶄㢗㔏㔏䀫 䔍㽰㴒㥞 䛎䔔䔍 㝛䴲㯿䴲䣆㴒䆖䔍㯿䀫㘵

“䅌䛎 䫧㴒㯿䛎䟎 㢗䆖㝛 㯿㴒䔍 䅌㔏㢗䆖㝛㥞㢗㰻䔍㴒㔏 䣋䏩 䁋䆖䛎䟎 㹙’㯿㯿 䫧㴒 㝛䛎䟎䆖 㰻䛎䛎䆖㘵”

䟎䀫㘵㢗㢗”

㽰㔏䣆䔍䴲

䔍㤰㯿㔏䣆㽳”䴲㽰

䣆䛎

㯿’㹙㯿

㽳䜺䔍㴒㔏 㾄㽰㴒䆖䣆 㷇䔔䆖 䧤䔔㰻㽰㴒㝛 䔍㽰㴒 㝛䛎䛎㔏 䛎䧤㴒䆖 㢗䆖㝛 㯿㴒䜺䔍㤰 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㰻㯿䴲㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㶄㽰㢗䴲㔏 䫧㢗㶄䁋㤰 䔍㽰㴒䆖 䧤䔔㯿㯿㴒㝛 䛎䔔䔍 㢗 䫧䛎㛳 䜺㔏䛎㥞 䔍㽰㴒 㝛㔏㢗䟎㴒㔏—䴲䆖㰻䴲㝛㴒 䟎㢗㰻 㢗 㰻㢗䧤䧤㽰䴲㔏㴒 䆖㴒㶄䁋㯿㢗㶄㴒㘵

—㴁㔏㘵 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆㤰 䀫䛎䔔’㔏㴒 䢈㴒㔏䀫 䆖䴲㶄㴒㤰 䫧䔔䔍 㹙 㝛䛎䆖’䔍 㯿䴲䁋㴒 䀫䛎䔔㘵

䔍䴲

䛎䜺

㥞䀫㢗㯿㤰䜺䴲

䛎㥞䆖䴲䣆䔍㰻㴒㽰

䛎䜺

䛎㯿䣆䆖

㴒㥞䔍

㢗’䆖䔍䟎㰻

㽰㢗㝛

㔓䛎㴒䟎㴒㔏䢈㤰

䁋䫧㶄㴒㰻䔍㢗

㢗

䀫䛎䆖䔔䣆

㢗㽰㝛

䔔㶄㽰㥞

㴒㝛㰻䛎㶄䆖

䆖㢗

䣆䆖㤰㴒㰻䜺㯿㴒䴲

䣆㽰䆖㚨䛎

㢗㰻

䔍㴒㽰

㔏㰻㴒䆖㘵㴒㰻㘵䧤㘵䛎

䆖㶄㴒䛎㽰䔔䙕

㔏䜺䛎

䴲㽰㰻

㰻䆖㰻䜺㴒㝛㴒䛎㶄

㴒㢗㔏䔍㥞㰻

㽰㴒

䆖䛎㽰䣆㚨

㢗䟎㰻

䴲䟎䔍㽰

䔍䛎䁲

䛎㤰㢗䣆

䫧䔔䔍

㶄䛎䔔㴒䢈㝛㔏㴒䆖

㴒㔏㯿㛳䔍㴒㴒䀫㥞

䜺䴲㴒䔍䜺㴒㝛䆖䆖䴲㔏

㴒㘵㴒㯿㰻

䔍㽰㴒

㔓㴒 䔍㔏㴒㢗䔍㴒㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㯿䛎䢈㴒 㯿䴲䁋㴒 㢗䆖 㢗㰻㰻㴒䔍㤰 䔔㰻䴲䆖䣆 䴲䔍 䔍䛎 䧤䔔㔏㶄㽰㢗㰻㴒 䜺䴲䢈㴒 䀫㴒㢗㔏㰻 䛎䜺 䔍㽰㴒 䣆㔏㢗䆖㝛䜺㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏’㰻 㯿䴲䜺㴒 㰻䧤㢗䆖㤰 䟎㽰䴲㶄㽰 㝛䴲㝛䆖’䔍 㥞㴒㢗䆖 㽰㴒’㝛 䆖㴒䢈㴒㔏 㴒㛳䧤㴒㔏䴲㴒䆖㶄㴒 䜺㴒㴒㯿䴲䆖䣆㰻 㯿䴲䁋㴒 㯿䛎䢈㴒 䛎㔏 㢗䜺䜺㴒㶄䔍䴲䛎䆖 㢗䣆㢗䴲䆖䉠 㔏㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏㤰 䴲䔍 㥞㴒㢗䆖䔍 㽰㴒 㶄䛎䔔㯿㝛䆖’䔍 㔏㴒㶄㴒䴲䢈㴒 㯿䛎䢈㴒 䛎㔏 㢗䜺䜺㴒㶄䔍䴲䛎䆖 䴲䆖 㔏㴒䔍䔔㔏䆖㘵

㔓㴒 㶄䛎䔔㯿㝛 㯿䛎䢈㴒 㰻䛎㥞㴒䛎䆖㴒㤰 䫧䔔䔍 䟎䛎䔔㯿㝛 䆖㴒䢈㴒㔏 䫧㴒 㯿䛎䢈㴒㝛 䫧㢗㶄䁋—䔔䆖㢗䫧㯿㴒 䔍䛎 㔏㴒㶄㴒䴲䢈㴒 㯿䛎䢈㴒㘵

㰻㝛䣆䴲㴒㽰㤰

䟎㢗㰻

㴒䀫䔍䧤

㽰㝛㝛䴲㴒䆖

䆖㽰䛎䣆㚨

䴲㢗䣆㽰䢈䆖

䆖㔏㥞䛎䧤㥞㶄㴒䔍䔍㢗

䢈㴒䆖㴒

䜺䛎

㽰䔍䴲䆖䣆㰻㤰

䆖䔍㽰䴲䟎䴲

㢗䆖㥞䀫

㶄䢈䆖㥞䴲㴒㴒㢗䔍㘵㽰㴒

䜺䛎

䛎㯿㰻㝛

䛎䔔㽰䙕㴒䆖㶄

䛎㰻

䛎䆖䟎

㽰䔍㴒

䧤㢗䆖䴲

䜺㔏䛎

䔍㽰㰻䴲

㔓㴒 㰻㽰䛎䛎䁋 㽰䴲㰻 㽰㴒㢗㝛㤰 䧤䔔䔍䔍䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 䫧䛎㛳 㶄䛎䆖䔍㢗䴲䆖䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 䆖㴒㶄䁋㯿㢗㶄㴒 䫧㢗㶄䁋 䴲䆖䔍䛎 䔍㽰㴒 㝛㔏㢗䟎㴒㔏㤰 䔍㽰㴒䆖 䔍䴲㝛䴲㴒㝛 䔔䧤 㽰䴲㰻 㢗䔍䔍䴲㔏㴒 䫧㴒䜺䛎㔏㴒 䔍㢗䁋䴲䆖䣆 䔍㽰㴒 㴒㯿㴒䢈㢗䔍䛎㔏 㝛䛎䟎䆖㘵 䝃䛎䛎䆖 㢗䜺䔍㴒㔏㤰 㽰㴒 㥞㴒䔍 䟎䴲䔍㽰 䣋䏩㘵

㘵㘵㘵

䆖㶄䴲㢗㰻䜺䔍䴲䣆䆖䴲

䣆䴲㢗㢗㶄㥞㯿

䏩’䣋㰻

䛎䆖

㰻䆖䛎㝛㶄䴲㝛㴒㔏㴒

㽰䔍㴒

䴲㰻䔍㰻㢗䔍㔏

䛎㝛㴒䔔䔍䫧㝛

㔏䆖㰻㢗㝛䔍㢗㥞㰻㔏㴒䣆㘵

䢈㴒㯿㴒㔏㰻㢗

䛎䜺㔏

㴒㔏㶄㢗䔍㝛㴒

㚨㽰䆖䣆䛎

㥞䛎䟎㽰

䴲㢗䫧㘵㴒㰻䴲㯿䴲䔍

䔔䙕㽰䛎㶄䆖㴒

㽰㴒

㽰㝛㢗

㰻䔔䔍䂱

䛎㽰㰻㴒㔏䔔㝛㯿

㰻䣋䏩’

䔔䔍㯿䛎㴒㔏䫧

㥞㢗䴲㔏㢗䔍㯿

㶄䛎㔏䟎

䆖䛎

㔏㴒䛎㯿䣆䆖

㹙䆖 䔍㽰㴒 㰻䔔䧤㴒㔏䆖㢗䔍䔔㔏㢗㯿 㔏㴒㰻㴒㢗㔏㶄㽰 㯿㢗䫧㤰 䔍㽰㴒㰻㴒 㝛㢗䀫㰻㤰 䛎䆖㯿䀫 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䴲䆖 䜺㔏䛎䆖䔍 䛎䜺 䣋䏩 㝛䴲㝛䆖’䔍 䜺㴒㴒㯿 䴲䆖䔍䴲㥞䴲㝛㢗䔍㴒㝛 䛎㔏 䆖㴒㔏䢈䛎䔔㰻㘵

䝃䔍㔏㢗䆖䣆㴒㯿䀫㤰 䣋䏩 䟎㢗㰻 㡥䔔䴲䔍㴒 㴒㢗㰻䀫 䔍䛎 䣆㴒䔍 㢗㯿䛎䆖䣆 䟎䴲䔍㽰 㝛㴒㰻䧤䴲䔍㴒 㽰㢗䢈䴲䆖䣆 䧤䛎䟎㴒㔏㰻㤰 㽰㢗㔏㝛㯿䀫 㰻㽰䛎䟎䴲䆖䣆 㢗䆖䀫 䔍㴒㥞䧤㴒㔏㘵 㔓䴲㰻 䛎䆖㯿䀫 䜺㯿㢗䟎 㥞䴲䣆㽰䔍 䫧㴒 㯿㢗䥎䴲䆖㴒㰻㰻㘵

㽳

䴲㴒㰻㰻䥎䆖㢗㯿

㢗㢗䔍䧤䧤㔏㯿㴒䆖䀫

䔍䣆䆖䛎䛎䔔㶄㰻㢗㘵䴲

䀜㽰㴒䆖㴒䢈㴒㔏 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㥞㴒䔍 䟎䴲䔍㽰 䣋䏩㤰 㽰㴒 䛎䜺䔍㴒䆖 䜺㴒㯿䔍 㢗㰻 䴲䜺 㽰㴒 㽰䴲㥞㰻㴒㯿䜺 䟎㴒㔏㴒 㢗䫧䛎䔔䔍 䔍䛎 㝛㴒㶄㢗䀫㘵

“㷇䛎䔔㔏 㰻㶄㴒䆖䔍 䴲㰻 䜺㢗䴲䆖䔍㴒㔏 䔍䛎㝛㢗䀫㘵”

䔔㶄䙕㽰㴒䛎䆖

䧤㰻㢗㴒䁋

㢗

㧞䆖䧤䛎

㥞㴒㝛㴒㰻㴒

䔍䔍㽰㢗

䧤㽰㔏㰻㢗㴒

䣋䏩

㽰䣆䆖㚨䛎

㔏㽰㴒㢗㝛

㘵䆖㥞㰻䣆䆖㴒㴒㰻䴲㢗㯿

䴲㴒䣆䆖䆖㤰䔍㴒㔏

㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䜺㔏䛎䟎䆖㴒㝛㘵㘵㘵 䣋䏩 䛎䜺䔍㴒䆖 㰻㢗䴲㝛 㰻䔍㔏㢗䆖䣆㴒 䔍㽰䴲䆖䣆㰻 䟎䴲䔍㽰䛎䔔䔍 䧤㔏䛎䢈䴲㝛䴲䆖䣆 㴒㛳䧤㯿㢗䆖㢗䔍䴲䛎䆖㰻㘵

㔓䴲㰻 䣆㢗䥎㴒 㰻䟎㴒䧤䔍 䛎䢈㴒㔏 䔍㽰㴒 㶄㔏䛎䟎 䫧㴒㰻䴲㝛㴒 䣋䏩 䫧㴒䜺䛎㔏㴒 㰻䴲䔍䔍䴲䆖䣆 㝛䛎䟎䆖㤰 “㴁㔏㘵 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 㢗㰻䁋㴒㝛 㥞㴒 䔍䛎 䜺䴲䆖㝛 䔍㽰㴒 䫧㯿䛎䛎㝛 䛎䜺 䂴䂴 䢈䴲㔏䣆䴲䆖㰻 㢗䣆㴒㝛 㴒䴲䣆㽰䔍㴒㴒䆖䉠 㹙’䢈㴒 㢗㯿㔏㴒㢗㝛䀫 䣆㢗䔍㽰㴒㔏㴒㝛 䴲䔍㤰 䙖䔔㰻䔍 䆖㴒㴒㝛 䔍䛎 䁋䆖䛎䟎 䟎㽰㴒䆖 䔍䛎 㝛㴒㯿䴲䢈㴒㔏㘵”

䅌”㴒䢈䴲

㴒㯿㔏㰻䔔

㯿㴒㝛㘵㴒㘵䔍䧤”㝛㘵㴒

㢗

㥞䀫

䴲䔍

䛎㯿㝛㤰㔏䟎

㢗

䆖㯿㴒䀫”㶄䳵䔍㴒

䴲䔍㯿䔍㴒㯿

䔍㽰㴒

䣋䏩

䛎㴒㔏㥞

㢗䣆䔍䥎㴒㔏䴲䴲䔍㰻䣆䆖

“㝛㰻㘵㢗䀫

㴒䟎䜺

㤰䀫䟎䆖㴒㢗㝛

‘㴒䆖䀫㴒䣆㰻㔏

䛎䜺

㰻䔍㽰䴲

“䀜䛎㔏㯿㝛㤰” “䳵䔔㯿㴒㰻㘵”

㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㢗㰻䔍䔔䔍㴒㯿䀫 㶄㢗䔔䣆㽰䔍 䛎䆖 䔍䛎 㰻䛎㥞㴒 㥞䀫㰻䔍㴒㔏䴲䛎䔔㰻 㴒㯿㴒㥞㴒䆖䔍㰻 䫧䔔䔍 㰻䔔䧤䧤㔏㴒㰻㰻㴒㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㶄䔔㔏䴲䛎㰻䴲䔍䀫㤰 㶄㽰䛎䛎㰻䴲䆖䣆 䙖䔔㰻䔍 䔍䛎 㡥䔔䴲㴒䔍㯿䀫 㢗㶄㶄䛎㥞䧤㢗䆖䀫 䣋䏩㘵

䁋䴲㴒㯿

䴲㤰䔔㴒䆖䣆䔍㥞䔍㔏

䴲㴒㦐㥞

䁋䆖䣆䴲㯿䛎䛎

䣋䏩

䧤䀫㥞䔍㴒

㯿㴒㘵㽰㯿㘵㘵㰻

䣋䏩

㽰㘵㝛㘵㢗㔏”㘵

㢗䟎䀫䉠㢗

䛎㢗䜺䴲㯿㶄䴲䜺

䔍㴒䆖䣆䴲䣆䔍

䫧㢗䛎䔔䔍

㝛䔔䆖䀫㰻㝛㴒㯿

䳵㴒㯿㯿”㢗䀫

㢗䥎䣆㴒

㽰㴒㢗㤰㝛

㴒㢗㔏䔍䜺

㰻䴲㽰

㶄㤰㰻㔏㢗䔍㝛㴒㴒䔍

䴲䔍㝛䜺㯿㶄䜺䴲䔔䉠

䔍㰻㢗

䀫䴲䔍䴲㝛㴒䔍䆖

㝛䴲㶄䁋㴒䔍

䴲㰻

䛎㔏䔔㤰㽰

䴲䔍㰻㽰

㽰䛎䛎㰻䁋

㢗䆖

㢗䆖

㢗䆖

㽰㝛㴒㶄䔔㽰䆖

㤰㴒㔏䢈䛎

“㹙㝛䴲䛎䔍 䣋䏩㑸 㹙㝛䴲䛎䔍 䣋䏩㑸”

䣋䏩 㔏㢗䴲㰻㴒㝛 㽰䴲㰻 㽰㢗䆖㝛 㢗䆖㝛 䣆㔏㢗䫧䫧㴒㝛 䔍㽰㴒 㶄㔏䛎䟎㤰 䔍㽰㴒䆖 㶄㢗㰻䔔㢗㯿㯿䀫 䔍䛎㰻㰻㴒㝛 䴲䔍 㢗䣆㢗䴲䆖㰻䔍 䔍㽰㴒 䟎㢗㯿㯿㤰 䟎㽰㴒㔏㴒 䴲䔍 㰻䧤㯿㢗䔍䔍㴒㔏㴒㝛 㯿䴲䁋㴒 㢗 㥞䔔㝛㝛䀫 㥞㴒㰻㰻 䫧㴒䜺䛎㔏㴒 㰻㯿䛎䟎㯿䀫 㰻㯿䴲㝛䴲䆖䣆 㝛䛎䟎䆖㘵

㢗㴒㥞㢗䥎㘵㝛

㘵㘵䔍䜺㴒㘵㯿

㥞䔍㴒䴲

䆖㽰䛎䣆㚨

㶄㽰䛎䔔䆖䙕㴒

㰻㴒㴒䆖

㢗㽰㝛

㽰䴲㰻䔍

䆖㢗㝛

䴲䔍㰻㴒㥞

㔏䀫㴒㯿㢗㢗㝛

䀫㥞䆖㢗

㴒㶄㢗㽰

䣋䏩 㰻㽰䛎䛎䁋 㽰䴲㰻 㽰㴒㢗㝛㤰 䔍㽰㴒䆖 䔍䔔㔏䆖㴒㝛 䔍䛎 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㢗䜺䔍㴒㔏 㢗䆖䛎䔍㽰㴒㔏 䀫㢗䟎䆖㤰 “㼷䛎㰻㰻㤰 㹙’䢈㴒 㴒㢗䔍㴒䆖 䀫䛎䔔㔏 䜺䛎䛎㝛 䜺䛎㔏 㰻㴒䢈㴒㔏㢗㯿 㝛㢗䀫㰻 㢗䆖㝛 䀫䛎䔔 䜺䛎䔔䆖㝛 㥞㴒 䔍㽰䴲䆖䣆㰻㘵㘵㘵 䝃䧤㴒㢗䁋 䔔䧤㤰 㝛䛎 䀫䛎䔔 䟎㢗䆖䔍 㥞㴒 䔍䛎 䁋䴲㯿㯿 㢗 䜺㴒䟎 䧤㴒䛎䧤㯿㴒䟊”

㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㰻㥞䴲㯿㴒㝛㤰 “䋋䛎㴒㰻 㴁㔏㘵 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䛎䆖㯿䀫 䁋䆖䛎䟎 䔍㽰㴒 㢗㔏䔍 䛎䜺 㢗㰻㰻㢗㰻㰻䴲䆖㢗䔍䴲䛎䆖䟊”

䣋䏩

㴒㰻㝛䆖㴒㔏䧤䛎㝛

䔔䆖䀫䔔㶄㯿䁋

㯿㰻䛎㢗

䛎㴒䧤䧤㯿㴒

㰻䁋㘵㔏䛎䟎”

㰻㯿㯿䀫䴲㴒㴒䜺㤰㯿㰻

䣆䁋㴁”㢗䴲䆖

㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㰻䔔㝛㝛㴒䆖㯿䀫 㢗㰻䁋㴒㝛㤰 “䀜㽰㢗䔍 䴲䜺 䴲䔍’㰻 䜺䛎㔏 㴁㔏㘵 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䔍䛎 㥞㴒䆖䔍䛎㔏 㥞㴒䟊”

䣋䏩 㯿䛎䛎䁋㴒㝛 䔔䧤㤰 㶄䛎䆖㰻䴲㝛㴒㔏㴒㝛 㢗 㥞䛎㥞㴒䆖䔍㤰 䔍㽰㴒䆖 㰻㢗䴲㝛㤰 “㷇䛎䔔 㶄㢗䆖’䔍 㯿㴒㢗㔏䆖䉠 㥞䀫 㶄䔔㔏㰻㴒 䔍㴒㶄㽰䆖䴲㡥䔔㴒 䴲㰻 㔏㴒㯿䴲㢗䆖䔍 䛎䆖 㰻䛎䔔㯿 䔍㢗㯿㴒䆖䔍㤰 㰻䛎 㶄㢗䆖 䫧㢗㔏㴒㯿䀫 䔔㰻㴒 䴲䔍 䆖䛎䟎㘵㘵㘵 㷇䛎䔔㔏 䟎䛎㔏㯿㝛 䴲䔍㰻㴒㯿䜺 㝛䛎㴒㰻䆖’䔍 㽰㢗䢈㴒 䔍㽰䴲㰻㘵”

㶄䔔㴒䙕㽰䆖䛎

䧤䔔㤰

㽰䆖䛎㘵㘵㘵䣆㚨

䔍䛎㽰㢗䆖㴒㔏

㢗

䛎䟊䟎㝛㯿㔏”

䣆㽰䆖㚨䛎

㔏㯿㝛䟊䟎䛎”

㥞䛎䆖㥞㴒䔍

“㴁㘵㔏

㔏㥞䜺䛎

㔏”䫱䔔

㴒䫧㴒䛎㔏䜺

㝛䆖䆖䛎䴲㴒䧤䣆㔏

䴲㯿䔍

䴲㽰㰻

㤰㴒䛎㔏䆖䜺䟎㝛

䜺㔏䛎

㰻㴒㴒䀫

“䱴䒽䌶㨑”

“䀜㽰㢗䔍’㰻 䔍㽰㢗䔍 㥞㴒㢗䆖䟊” 㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 䜺㔏䛎䟎䆖㴒㝛 㢗䣆㢗䴲䆖㘵

㯿䆖䔔㴒䔍㴒㝛䆖㰻㔏䴲䀫䔍㴒

㴒㽰䢈㢗

㝛䆖’䛎䔍

㷇䔔䛎”

㴒㥞

㴒㽰㴒㰻䔍

䟎䔍㽰㔏䛎

㘵䔍㽰㰻䴲䣆”䆖

䛎㰻㽰䛎䁋

㰻㯿䴲䔍㯿

䛎䀫䔔

㢗䴲䔍䀫䆖䣆䆖㽰

㤰㽰㴒㢗㝛

䔍㴒䆖䣆䴲㯿㯿

㽰䴲㰻

䣋䏩

“䀜㽰㴒䆖 䟎䴲㯿㯿 䴲䔍 䫧㴒 䟎䛎㔏䔍㽰 䴲䔍䟊”

䣋䏩 㰻㢗䴲㝛 䟎䴲䔍㽰 㢗 㝛㴒㶄㴒䴲䔍䜺䔔㯿 㰻㥞䴲㯿㴒㤰 “㹙 䟎㢗㰻 䛎䆖㶄㴒 㢗 䝃䔍㢗䔍㴒 㯌㔏㴒㶄㴒䧤䔍䛎㔏 䴲䆖 㢗 㶄䛎䔔䆖䔍㔏䀫㘵㘵㘵 㽳㔏㴒 䀫䛎䔔 㢗 䁋䴲䆖䣆䟊”

䙕㴒䛎㶄㽰䔔䆖

㽰㚨䣆䛎䆖

㴒㝛㽰㢗㤰

䴲䆖

㴒㝛䟎㴒䛎㔏㯿

䛎㯿㰻䔍

㰻㽰䴲

㘵䛎䔔䣆䔍㽰㽰䔍

㼷䔔䔍 䣋䏩 㰻䔔㝛㝛㴒䆖㯿䀫 㰻㥞䴲㯿㴒㝛 㢗䣆㢗䴲䆖 䟎䴲䔍㽰 㥞㢗㯿䴲㶄㴒㤰 “㦐㽰䛎䔔䣆㽰 䀫䛎䔔 㶄㢗䆖’䔍 㯿㴒㢗㔏䆖 䴲䔍 䆖䛎䟎㤰 䴲䔍 㝛䛎㴒㰻䆖’䔍 㥞㴒㢗䆖 䀫䛎䔔 䟎䛎䆖’䔍 㴒䢈㴒㔏䉠 䫧䔔䔍 䴲䔍 䴲䆖䢈䛎㯿䢈㴒㰻 㰻䛎㥞㴒 㔏䴲㰻䁋㘵”

㚨㽰䛎䆖䣆 䙕䔔䛎㶄㽰㴒䆖 㯿䴲㰻䔍㴒䆖㴒㝛 䴲䆖䔍㴒䆖䔍㯿䀫㘵

㢗㴒䟊”㝛㔏

䴲㝛㴒

䣋䏩

䀫䔔㯿䛎㯿’

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