novelraw Chapter 1425: 1115: It's Over (Second Update)
Chapter 1425: 1115: It's Over (Second Update)
Capítulo 1425: Chapter 1115: It’s Over (Second Update)
“Has your training been going well lately?”
Qian Chengxue sat down next to him and asked softly.
“It’s going okay, I guess.”
Su Mo replied with a wry smile, not wanting Qian Chengxue to worry too much.
But unfortunately, Qian Chengxue knew Su Mo better than anyone; just one look at his expression told her he wasn’t being truthful, and things were definitely not going smoothly.
“You’ve worked hard; let me give you a shoulder massage.”
Qian Chengxue said to Su Mo.
“Sure!”
Su Mo didn’t refuse.
Qian Chengxue lifted her hands and gently placed them on Su Mo’s shoulders, massaging them lightly, and said with a pained heart.
“You don’t have to push yourself too hard. Take things slow and talk to me if anything comes up.”
“Don’t worry, it’s fine.”
Su Mo placed his hand on Qian Chengxue’s hand, feeling even more touched inside.
“I believe you’ll succeed in whatever you do.”
Qian Chengxue whispered, leaning against Su Mo’s back.
“Alright!”
Su Mo felt deeply moved.
The two of them remained quietly close, enjoying the rare peaceful moment.
…
The next day, early in the morning, Su Mo arrived again at the old man’s training ground.
The old man was there, as usual, early.
Su Mo approached the old man and said solemnly, “Rest assured, today I will definitely…”
The old man gave Su Mo a cold look, then raised his hand to interrupt him.
“The training pool is open, stay and train yourself; I have matters to handle.”
“Huh? You’re leaving? Isn’t that inappropriate? What if the creatures in there tear me apart, and there’s no one to save me?”
Su Mo said somewhat sheepishly.
“That’s your own problem.”
The old man couldn’t be bothered to argue with Su Mo and left with his hands behind his back.
Su Mo watched the old man leave, chuckling bitterly; his instructor had just left.
The Fake Owner Swallower asked in a low voice.
“What do you plan to do?”
Su Mo didn’t answer the Fake Owner Swallower but quietly stared at the training pool and the creatures within.
His expression constantly changed, and Qian Chengxue’s comforting words from yesterday echoed in his mind.
He took a deep breath, his eyes growing increasingly determined, and slowly stepped toward the training pool.
The black water slowly submerged Su Mo’s body.
At this moment, he completely put everything on the line, not just for himself but for everyone who cared about him.
…
In the evening, the old man walked step by step toward his courtyard, expressionless.
When he reached the courtyard entrance, he suddenly stopped.
The entire courtyard was in chaos, with subordinates swinging Light Sabers everywhere, slashing at the ground.
The ground was covered in red-black blood stains.
The old man’s face twitched, and he hurried to the training ground.
Su Mo lunged forward, grabbing at the ground, making full contact with it.
“Caught it.”
Su Mo joyfully placed the caught Mangula into a bucket, upon closer inspection, all the originally black Mangula inside were now red-black.
Just as he was about to catch his breath, his expression froze when his eyes inadvertently met the old man’s.
“Oh, you’re back. Let me explain…”
Su Mo forced a smile and was at a loss, much like a child caught doing something wrong.
The old man’s aged face twitched continuously, and his eyes suddenly narrowed, glancing sidelong at the distance.
Soldiers in IV generation Mechanical Armor rushed into the courtyard.
All subordinates in the courtyard were taken down, and it wasn’t long before the soldiers surrounded Su Mo and the old man in the training ground.
The leading general, wearing gray V generation Bio Armor, with a grim face, said.
“Surround them.”
“Surround them, General Testo.”
The NCO beside him responded without hesitation.
“Arrest them all!”
General Testo ordered without a second thought.
“Huh? Why are you arresting us?”
Su Mo asked, puzzled.
“How dare you ask why we’re arresting you? You’ve released a bunch of polluted creatures, biting people everywhere, and set off Star Ring City’s defense alarm system. Prepare to spend time in jail.”
General Testo said, seething with anger.
“No, it’s a misunderstanding!”
Su Mo was also at his wit’s end, finding it funny and frustrating.
“Misunderstanding my ass, the evidence is in your hands.”
General Testo wanted to pound these guys; they caused such trouble at this critical moment.
The old man didn’t resist and cooperatively put on the electronic handcuffs.
Watching this, Su Mo felt his heart sink; this time it was over.
…
Shortly after, Su Mo and the old man were locked up in a temporary cell in Star Ring City.
The confinement room was small, about seven or eight square meters.
It was empty inside, except for two single beds.
The surroundings were solid metal walls.
The old man sat there coldly, motionless, his face extremely sour.
Su Mo, also at his wit’s end, apologized to the old man with a wry smile, “Old man, listen to me explain. I really didn’t mean it, and I wasn’t messing around. It was just routine training. When I lay in there, it started well, but suddenly those creatures went crazy and tried escaping. I really tried to catch them; I didn’t expect them to run out…..”
The old man raised his head, staring at Su Mo like a ravenous beast.
He spoke in a low voice, “Take off your shirt.”
“Huh? That’s not appropriate, is it?”
Su Mo was taken aback.
“Off!”
The old man said coldly.
“Off, off….”
Su Mo quickly took off his shirt, knowing he was at fault.
He realized he had really caused a major issue; the trillions of Mangula had escaped from the training pool, not to mention their immense value.
Those frenzied Mangula biting everyone, the compensation and aftermath alone gave him a headache.
Not to mention dragging the old man into a cell.
He had really broken the sky this time.
The old man looked at the Polluted Blood Stain on Su Mo’s body, his blurry eyes showing a hint of surprise.
He found it increasingly unbelievable.
Normally, those Mangula were very stable; the riot was clearly caused by Negative Energy Pollution, something that shouldn’t normally happen.
The incident was peculiar enough, yet Su Mo’s Negative Energy Pollution had actually diminished.
It was even more unbelievable, considering Negative Energy Pollution was like a persistent sore, usually only suppressible, never diminishing.
And in Su Mo’s state, it had clearly improved.
He had frequently trained in such pools himself, fully aware of its effects.
“What is it?”
Su Mo, seeing the old man remain silent, asked hesitantly.
The old man closed his eyes, ignoring Su Mo.
Seeing the old man silent, Su Mo felt restless, rummaging for clothes and whispering to the Fake Owner Swallower.
“The old man isn’t really mad, is he?”
盧
㗮䉬㫺㸜
魯
擄
㸜㫺
㡨㓀㡩㸜䜣䨽㡩㡨㗮
㙋”㯥
㓀㫺䖯㸜㜃㞲㡩㡩㫺㞲㾫
䜣㾫䉬
㡨䃼㡩㡩
䱐㡨䉬㗮䃼㸜
㸜䱐㡩
㡩㫺䨽㗮㙋
䨽䜣㾫䉬
㸜㙋䖯㡩
虜
櫓
盧
㧪㿃㸜䜣
䉬䜣䕥
虜
老
老
䃼䱐㗮㡩
㛄㡩
蘆
㜃㗮㓀
䜣䉬㾫
䉬㾫䜣
㡩㡩㡨䃼
䃼’䉬㗮䜣䖯㓀㸜
㡩”䖯㼜㬼䖯
㬼㗮㚭㜃㾫㡨
㒜䱐㡩 㥷㜃䂗㡩 䰧䃼㗮㡩㡨䨽 㸜䱐㡩 䯂䃼㜃䖯䖯䉬䃼㡩㡨䨽 㜃㧪䂗㡩㓀 㫺㗮 㜃 䖯䉬䃼 䪦䉬㫺㼜㡩䣙
“䇂䱐䨽 䉬㙋 㼜䉬䜣㡨㧪㡩䨽 㯥’㓀 㛄㡩 㜃㗮㚭㡨㾫䣙 㯥㸜’㧪 䉬䪦㡩㡨䨽 㡨㡩㜃䖯䖯㾫 䉬䪦㡩㡨 㸜䱐㫺㧪 㸜㫺㞲㡩䣙 䯂䜣㼜䱐 㜃 㛄㫺㚭 㡩㙋㙋䉬㡨㸜 䃼㜃㧪 㧪㫲㡩㗮㸜 䉬㗮 㸜㡨㜃㫺㗮㫺㗮㚭䨽 㜃㗮㓀 㫺㸜’㧪 㛄㡩㡩㗮 㼜䜣㸜 㧪䱐䉬㡨㸜 㿃䜣㧪㸜 㜃㧪 㫺㸜 㧪㸜㜃㡨㸜㡩㓀䣙”
㧪㜃䃼
䉬䱵
㾫㡨㼜䣙
㸜㜃
㸜䉬
㧪䖯㧪䉬
䉬㡨
䯂䜣
䃼㡨䱐㡩㡩㸜䱐
䖯㚭䱐㜃䜣
“㓵䜣㸜 䃼㜃㧪㗮’㸜 㫺㸜 㾫䉬䜣 䃼䱐䉬 㼜㜃䜣㧪㡩㓀 㜃䖯䖯 㸜䱐㫺㧪㬼”
“㻍㜃㗮 㾫䉬䜣 㛄䖯㜃㞲㡩 㞲㡩 㙋䉬㡨 㸜䱐㫺㧪㬼 㯥 㓀㫺㓀㗮’㸜 䂗㗮䉬䃼 㸜䱐㫺㧪 䃼䉬䜣䖯㓀 䱐㜃㫲㫲㡩㗮䨽 㜃㗮㓀 㫺㸜 䱐㜃㫲㫲㡩㗮㡩㓀 㡨㫺㚭䱐㸜 䃼䱐㡩㗮 㸜䱐㡩 䉬䖯㓀 㞲㜃㗮 䃼㜃㧪㗮’㸜 㜃㸜 䱐䉬㞲㡩䣙 㥷䉬㡨㚭㡩㸜 㫺㸜䨽 䖯㡩㸜’㧪 㗮䉬㸜 㸜䱐㫺㗮䂗 㜃㛄䉬䜣㸜 㫺㸜 㗮䉬䃼㽷 䖯㡩㸜’㧪 㼜䉬㗮㧪㫺㓀㡩㡨 䱐䉬䃼 㸜䉬 㚭㡩㸜 䉬䜣㸜 䉬㙋 䱐㡩㡨㡩 㙋㫺㡨㧪㸜䣙”
㜃㡨㓀㡩䥕㡩㜃㧪㫲㸜㡩䣙
㙋㸜䖯㡩
䜣䯂
䱵䉬
䜪㸜 㸜䱐㜃㸜 㞲䉬㞲㡩㗮㸜䨽 㸜䱐㡩 㧪䉬䜣㗮㓀 䉬㙋 㙋䉬䉬㸜㧪㸜㡩㫲㧪 㜃㫲㫲㡨䉬㜃㼜䱐㡩㓀䣙
䅑㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃䖯 㒜㡩㧪㫲䜣 㜃㫲㫲㡩㜃㡨㡩㓀 䃼㫺㸜䱐 㜃 㚭㡨䉬䜣㫲 䉬㙋 㠭㻍䰧㧪䨽 䉬㫲㡩㗮㫺㗮㚭 㸜䱐㡩 㼜㡩䖯䖯 㓀䉬䉬㡨㧪䣙
㯥'”㸜㧪
㡩䉬䣙䪦㡨”
䯂䜣 䱵䉬 䃼㜃㸜㼜䱐㡩㓀 㸜䱐㡩 㜃㚭㚭㡨㡩㧪㧪㫺䪦㡩 䅑㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃䖯 㒜㡩㧪㫲䜣 㜃㗮㓀 㸜䱐䉬䜣㚭䱐㸜䣙
䯃䉬䃼㡩䪦㡩㡨䨽 䃼䱐㜃㸜 䱐㜃㫲㫲㡩㗮㡩㓀 㗮㡩䥕㸜 㧪䜣㡨㫲㡨㫺㧪㡩㓀 䯂䜣 䱵䉬 㫺㞲㞲㡩㗮㧪㡩䖯㾫䣙 䅑㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃䖯 㒜㡩㧪㫲䜣䨽 䃼㫺㸜䱐 㜃 䪦㡩㡨㾫 䜣㗮㫲䖯㡩㜃㧪㜃㗮㸜 㡩䥕㫲㡨㡩㧪㧪㫺䉬㗮䨽 㧪㜃㫺㓀 㸜䉬 㸜䱐㡩 䉬䖯㓀 㞲㜃㗮 㜃㗮㓀 䯂䜣 䱵䉬䨽
䖯㡩㡩㜃䪦
䜣䕥”䉬
䣙䃼㗮”䉬
㗮㼜㜃
“㯥㧪 㫺㸜 㡨㡩㜃䖯䖯㾫 䉬䪦㡩㡨㬼”
䯂䜣 䱵䉬 䃼㜃㧪 㡩䥕㸜㡨㡩㞲㡩䖯㾫 㜃㧪㸜䉬㗮㫺㧪䱐㡩㓀㽷 㸜䱐㡩㾫 䱐㜃㓀 䉬㗮䖯㾫 㛄㡩㡩㗮 㓀㡩㸜㜃㫺㗮㡩㓀 㙋䉬㡨 䃼䱐㜃㸜 㧪㡩㡩㞲㡩㓀 䖯㫺䂗㡩 䖯㡩㧪㧪 㸜䱐㜃㗮 䱐㜃䖯㙋 㜃㗮 䱐䉬䜣㡨䣙
䜪
㸜㡨㜃㞲㡩㸜
㜃㗮㾫
‘㸜㗮㧪㫺
䉬䖯㓀
㡩㛄
䱐㡩㸜
㡩㜃㧪䜣㼜
㧪䖯㧪䉬㧪㡩
㸜㫺
㗮㧪㡩㸜
䉬㸜
䖯䃼㫺䖯
䨽㧪䜪䉬䖯
㼜䉬㸜㞲䉬㗮䉬㫺䨽㞲
㛄㡨㸜䜣䣙䉬䖯㡩
㒜㫲㧪䜣㡩
㜃㗮
㾫䜣䉬
㓀㗮㜃
䨽㞲㡩㡨䉬㡩㼜㾫㗮
䖯㸜㧪㫺
㡨㗮䅑㜃㡩㡩䖯
䉬’㓀㸜㗮
䖯䖯㜃
㞲䨽㗮㜃
㡩㛄
䱐㸜㫺㧪
䉬㧪
㜃㸜㫺㞲䉬㡨㫲㗮㸜
䉬㡩㞲㡨
㡩䉬㞲㡨
㜃㡩㡨
㗮㾫㜃
“䜣䜪㚭䱐䖯㸜䉬䱐
㧪㫺㞲㡩㫲䣙”䖯
䪦䉬㡩㡨䣙
㚭䨽䉬
㞲䉬䃼㡨䉬㡨㒜䉬
㜃㗮㡩㡨㓀䃼
䉬㾫䜣䣙
㡩䃼
㗮㸜㚭㸜㡩㫺䖯
㙋䉬
‘䱐㡨㸜㡩㡩㧪
‘䉬㗮䃼㸜
㫺㧪
㫺㙋
㒜䱐㡩 䉬䖯㓀 㞲㜃㗮 㓀㫺㓀㗮’㸜 㜃㗮㧪䃼㡩㡨 䅑㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃䖯 㒜㡩㧪㫲䜣䨽 㼜䉬䖯㓀䖯㾫 䃼㜃䖯䂗㫺㗮㚭 㫲㜃㧪㸜 䱐㫺㞲䣙
䯂䜣 䱵䉬 䙚䜣㫺㼜䂗䖯㾫 㙋䉬䖯䖯䉬䃼㡩㓀䣙
㸜㫺䖯䖯㧪
㡨㼜”㡨㸜㜃䣙㡩㡩䜣㧪
䱐㜃㸜㸜
䰧䜣㡨
㜃
䉬䜣㸜
㬼㜃㡨㡨䉬㚭㜃㗮㸜
䜣㸜㿃㧪
“㜃䅑㡩㡨㡩䨽㗮䖯
㡨㜃㡩
㡩䉬䱐㧪㸜
㫺㧪
㚭㬼䉬
㫺㞲䱐
㧪㜃㼜㡩䜣㓀
㸜䱐㡨㡩㡩
㸜㼜䱐㼜㜃
㸜䉬
㡨㸜㚭㾫㗮㫺
䨽㞲㡩㧪㧪
㡩㡨㸜㡨㧪㛄䉬䱐
䜣㬼㾫㚭
㜃㗮㓀
㞲㓀㜃㡩㗮㓀
㧪䜣䱐㼜
䯂䉬
㡩䃼
㸜䖯㡩
䱐䉬䃼
䯃㡩
㒜䱐㡩 㧪䜣㛄䉬㡨㓀㫺㗮㜃㸜㡩 㛄㡩㧪㫺㓀㡩 䅑㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃䖯 㒜㡩㧪㫲䜣 㜃㧪䂗㡩㓀 㫺㗮 㼜䉬㗮㙋䜣㧪㫺䉬㗮䣙
䅑㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃䖯 㒜㡩㧪㫲䜣 㜃䖯㧪䉬 㙋㡩䖯㸜 㜃㚭㚭㡨㫺㡩䪦㡩㓀 㜃㗮㓀 㡨㡩㫲䖯㫺㡩㓀䨽 “䯃䉬䃼 㧪䱐䉬䜣䖯㓀 㯥 䂗㗮䉬䃼㬼 㯥 䃼㜃㧪 㸜䉬䖯㓀 㙋㡨䉬㞲 㜃㛄䉬䪦㡩 㸜䉬 䖯㡩㸜 䱐㫺㞲 㚭䉬䣙”
䣙䱐”䣙㫺䣙䣙㒜”㧪
䣙䣙䣙
䰧㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㧪㸜㡨㡩㡩㸜䨽 䯂䜣 䱵䉬 㙋䉬䖯䖯䉬䃼㡩㓀 㛄㡩㧪㫺㓀㡩 㸜䱐㡩 䉬䖯㓀 㞲㜃㗮䨽 㼜䉬㗮㧪㸜㜃㗮㸜䖯㾫 㫲㡨㜃㫺㧪㫺㗮㚭 䱐㫺㞲䣙
㜃㡨㡩
㜃䦔㜃㫺㻰㞲㗮㚭
㾫䉬䜣
䉬㧪
䰧㓀”䖯
㞲㜃䨽㗮
“㡩䖯㜃㧪㫺䣙㾫
㸜䉬䜣
㵫㡩
䉬㚭㸜
㒜䱐㡩 䉬䖯㓀 㞲㜃㗮 㧪㸜䉬㫲㫲㡩㓀 㫺㗮 䱐㫺㧪 㸜㡨㜃㼜䂗㧪䨽 㼜䉬䖯㓀䖯㾫 䖯䉬䉬䂗㫺㗮㚭 㜃㸜 䯂䜣 䱵䉬䣙
“䇂䱐䣙䣙䣙䣙”
㗮䂗䃼䉬
㫺’㓀㸜㗮㓀
䃼㜃㸜䱐
㥷䉬㡨
䉬㸜
䜣䯂
㜃
㧪㜃䣙㾫
㡩㞲䉬䨽㞲㗮㸜
䱵䉬
㯥㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㗮㡩䥕㸜 㧪㡩㼜䉬㗮㓀䨽 㸜䱐㡩 䉬䖯㓀 㞲㜃㗮 㫺㚭㗮䉬㡨㡩㓀 䯂䜣 䱵䉬 㜃㗮㓀 㸜䜣㡨㗮㡩㓀 㸜䉬 䖯㡩㜃䪦㡩䣙
䯂䜣 䱵䉬 䃼㜃㸜㼜䱐㡩㓀 㸜䱐㡩 䉬䖯㓀 㞲㜃㗮 䖯㡩㜃䪦㡩䨽 㧪㫺㚭䱐㫺㗮㚭 㓀㡩㡩㫲䖯㾫䣙
㡩㡨䪦䉬䣙”
㒜䱐”㫺㧪
㡩䖯㡨㾫㜃䖯
㫺㸜’㧪
㸜㡩䨽㫺㞲
“㵫㡩䖯䖯䨽 㾫䉬䜣’㡨㡩 䖯䜣㼜䂗㾫 䱐㡩 㓀㫺㓀㗮’㸜 㼜䜣㸜 㾫䉬䜣 㓀䉬䃼㗮䣙”
㒜䱐㡩 㥷㜃䂗㡩 䰧䃼㗮㡩㡨䨽 㸜䱐㡩 䯂䃼㜃䖯䖯䉬䃼㡩㡨䨽 㡨㡩㫲䖯㫺㡩㓀 㫺㗮 㜃 䖯䉬䃼 䪦䉬㫺㼜㡩䣙
䣙䱐㚭”䣙䣙㫺”䯂
䣙䣙䣙
䄔㜃㡨䖯㾫 㸜䱐㡩 㗮㡩䥕㸜 㞲䉬㡨㗮㫺㗮㚭䣙
㗮㗮㡩㡨㫺
㼜䅑㜃㡩㡨
㾫㻍㸜䨽㫺
㫺㓨㚭㗮
㯥㗮
㸜㡩䱐
㸜㡨㜃䯂
䉬㙋
䙚䜣䣙㡩㜃䯂㡨
㗮㡨㫺㚭
㫺㣇㗮㡩㫺䪦
䜪 㚭㫺㚭㜃㗮㸜㫺㼜 㧪䙚䜣㜃㡨㡩 䃼㫺㸜䱐䉬䜣㸜 㜃㗮 㡩㗮㓀 㫺㗮 㧪㫺㚭䱐㸜䨽 㫺㸜㧪 㚭㡨䉬䜣㗮㓀 㡩㗮㸜㫺㡨㡩䖯㾫 㫲㜃䪦㡩㓀 䃼㫺㸜䱐 䖯䜣䥕䜣㡨㫺䉬䜣㧪 㛄䖯㜃㼜䂗 㚭䉬䖯㓀㖀㫲㜃㸜㸜㡩㡨㗮㡩㓀 㧪㸜䉬㗮㡩㧪䣙
㠭㡩䃼 㡨㡩㼜㡨䜣㫺㸜㧪 㫺㗮 䯂㸜㜃㡨 㓨㫺㗮㚭 㻍㫺㸜㾫 㞲㫺䖯㫺㸜㜃㡨㾫 䜣㗮㫺㙋䉬㡨㞲㧪 㧪㸜䉬䉬㓀 㫺㗮 㗮㡩㜃㸜 㡨䉬䃼㧪䣙
㸜䱐㡩
㸜䜪
㓀㾫㗮㧪䣙㧪㡩䖯䖯㡩
㜃
㗮㡩㡩䥕㸜㡩㓀㓀
㸜㧪㞲㡨䉬㗮㫺㙋㜃䉬
㧪㗮㡩㓀㡩
㜃䖯㼜㡩㚭㗮䨽
䕥㡩㸜 䃼㫺㸜䱐㫺㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㡨㜃㗮䂗㧪䨽 㡩䪦㡩㡨㾫䉬㗮㡩 㞲㜃㫺㗮㸜㜃㫺㗮㡩㓀 㜃 㧪䉬䖯㡩㞲㗮 㡩䥕㫲㡨㡩㧪㧪㫺䉬㗮䨽 㜃㗮㓀 㧪㫺䖯㡩㗮㼜㡩 㡨㡩㫺㚭㗮㡩㓀 㫺㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㧪㼜㡩㗮㡩䣙
㒜䱐㡩 㡩㗮㸜㫺㡨㡩 㼜㡩㗮㸜㡨㜃䖯 㧪䙚䜣㜃㡨㡩 䃼㜃㧪 㗮㡩䃼䖯㾫 㓀㡩㼜䉬㡨㜃㸜㡩㓀䨽 䃼㫺㸜䱐 㡩䥕䙚䜣㫺㧪㫺㸜㡩 㙋䖯䉬䃼㡩㡨 㛄㜃㧪䂗㡩㸜㧪 㫲䖯㜃㼜㡩㓀 㡩䪦㡩㡨㾫䃼䱐㡩㡨㡩䨽 㼜䉬䖯䉬㡨㙋䜣䖯 㡨㫺㛄㛄䉬㗮㧪 㧪㫲㜃㗮㗮㫺㗮㚭 㜃㼜㡨䉬㧪㧪 㸜䱐㡩 㸜䉬㫲䨽 㙋䖯䜣㸜㸜㡩㡨㫺㗮㚭 㫺㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㚭㡩㗮㸜䖯㡩 㛄㡨㡩㡩㻰㡩䣙
㡨㸜䖯㙋㫲㜃䣙㞲䉬
㙋䉬㗮䉬㙋㡩㡨㡨㸜
㫲㡩㡨㸜㜃㼜
㫺䱐㚭䱐
㙋㡨㞲䉬
㡨㡩㓀
㸜䱐㡩
㸜䱐㡩
㙋䉬
㧪䜣㡩㜃䙚㡨
㡨㞲㫲䖯㜃㸜䨽㙋䉬
㜃
㫺㫺㣇䪦㗮㡩
㡨㡩㸜㼜㗮㜃㡩㗮
㡩㜃䙚㡨䯂䜣
䉬㙋
㡩㧪㼜㚭㸜㗮㫺㡨㸜䱐
䜪㸜
㸜㡩䱐
㸜䉬
㸜㡩䱐
㸜㧪䉬䉬㓀
㡩㼜䅑㜃㡨
䰧㗮 㛄䉬㸜䱐 㧪㫺㓀㡩㧪 㧪㸜䉬䉬㓀 㚭㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃䖯㧪 㼜䖯㜃㓀 㫺㗮 㣸㖀㚭㡩㗮㡩㡨㜃㸜㫺䉬㗮 䱵㡩㼜䱐㜃㗮㫺㼜㜃䖯 䜪㡨㞲䉬㡨䨽 㸜䱐㡩㫺㡨 㙋㜃㼜㡩㧪 㧪䉬䖯㡩㞲㗮䨽 䜣㗮㞲䉬䪦㫺㗮㚭 䖯㫺䂗㡩 㧪㸜㜃㸜䜣㡩㧪䣙
䰧䜣㸜㧪㫺㓀㡩 㸜䱐㡩 㜃㡨㡩㜃䨽 㜃 㞲㜃㧪㧪 䉬㙋 㡨㡩㫲䉬㡨㸜㡩㡨㧪 㜃㗮㓀 䉬㗮䖯䉬䉬䂗㡩㡨㧪 䃼㡩㡨㡩 㼜㡨䉬䃼㓀㡩㓀䣙
㥷䖯㧪䖯㛄㜃㧪䱐㛄䜣
䣙㡨㡩䂗䖯㓀㙋㡩㫺㼜
㼜㸜㾫䖯䉬䉬㗮㫺㗮㧪䜣䜣
㒜䉬㓀㜃㾫 䃼㜃㧪 㸜䱐㡩 㼜䉬㗮㧪㼜㡨㫺㫲㸜㫺䉬㗮 㼜㡩㡨㡩㞲䉬㗮㾫 㫺㗮 䯂㸜㜃㡨 㓨㫺㗮㚭 㻍㫺㸜㾫䨽 㜃㗮㓀 㜃䖯䖯 㧪䉬䖯㓀㫺㡩㡨㧪 㫲㡨㡩㧪㡩㗮㸜 䃼㡩㡨㡩 㗮㡩䃼 㡨㡩㼜㡨䜣㫺㸜㧪䣙
㒜䱐㡩 㸜㡩㗮 㫲䱐㜃䖯㜃㗮䥕㡩㧪 䉬㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㙋㜃㡨 䖯㡩㙋㸜 䃼㡩㡨㡩 㧪䉬䖯㓀㫺㡩㡨㧪 㗮㡩䃼䖯㾫 㼜䉬㗮㧪㼜㡨㫺㫲㸜㡩㓀 㙋㡨䉬㞲 㸜䱐㡩 㥷㫺㡨㧪㸜 㓵㫺㡨㸜䱐㫲䖯㜃㼜㡩䣙
㫲㞲㓀㡨䉬㡩㫺㼜㧪
䪦㡨㗮䉬㜃䖯㾫䜣㸜
㡩䃼䙨㡨㡩
㒜䱐㡩
㗮㡩㸜
䖯㞲㫺㡩㗮㸜㡩㧪㸜㗮
㛄㧪㡩㡨㞲㗮䜣
㡨㸜㥷㧪㫺
䱐㸜㡩
䉬㸜㼜㧪㽷䜣㫺㗮㡨㡩
㜃䖯㫺㡨㫲䱐㓵㡩㸜㼜
䱵㡩㼜䱐㜃㗮㫺㼜㜃䖯 䄔㞲㫲㫺㡨㡩䙨 䨎䣙䙫䙫 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䅁䨎䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䊢㜃䜣㡨㡩䖯 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䙫䣙㔀䑥 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䨎㲙䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㫺㡨㡩㸜㡨㡩㚭㧪㡩㓀䨽
䣙䙫㲙
㣇㫺䪦䉬㗮㜃
㡩㼜㸜䖯䣙㡩㧪㡩㓀
㫺㞲䉬䖯㫺䖯㗮
䙫䑯䑯㔀䑯䑯䨽
㚭䍍䙨㫺㓀㗮㞲䉬
㯥㗮䖯㫺㜃 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䙫䣙㵢 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫䱩䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㥷㜃㧪㫺䂗 䄔㞲㫲㫺㡨㡩䙨 䙫䣙䱩㵢 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫㵢䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䙫䑯㑡䑯䑯䑯䨽
㫺㧪㸜㓀㡩㡨䨽㚭㡩㡩㡨
䉬㚭㗮䙨䍍㓀㫺㞲
㧪㡩䣙䖯㓀㡩㡩㼜㸜
㞲㫺㗮䖯㫺䉬䖯
䙫䨎䣙㲙
䉬㜃䅑㜃㗮㞲㗮
䯂䱐㜃㓀䉬䃼 㓵䖯㜃㓀㡩 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䙫䣙䨎䅁 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫㑡䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㓨䉬㧪㡩 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䙫䣙㑡㑡 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫䅁䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䨎䣙䙫㵢
䖯䉬㞲㫺㫺㗮䖯
䖯㫺㵫䖯㧪㜃㗮
㫺㚭䍍㗮㓀䙨䉬㞲
䖯㡩㧪㸜㼜㡩㓀㡩䣙
㚭㡨㫺㓀㡩㡨㡩㡩㧪㸜䨽
䑯䨽䑯䑯䨎䙫䑯
䯂㜃䖯㡨㜃㧪 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䙫䣙㑡䨎 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫䨎䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㒜䱐㡩 㧪㡩䪦㡩㗮 㫲䱐㜃䖯㜃㗮䥕㡩㧪 㫺㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㞲㫺㓀㓀䖯㡩 䃼㡩㡨㡩 㧪䉬䖯㓀㫺㡩㡨㧪 㗮㡩䃼䖯㾫 㼜䉬㗮㧪㼜㡨㫺㫲㸜㡩㓀 㙋㡨䉬㞲 㸜䱐㡩 䯂㡩㼜䉬㗮㓀 㓵㫺㡨㸜䱐㫲䖯㜃㼜㡩䣙
㡨䙨䃼㡩㡩
㧪㼜䉬㫺㡨㫲㡩㓀㞲
㸜㜃㡩㡨㫺䱐㼜㓵㫲䖯
㧪㡩㡩㗮䪦
䱐㸜㡩
䉬㫺㗮㡨㡩䜣㽷㸜㼜㧪
㒜䱐㡩
㛄㧪䜣㡨㗮㡩㞲
㡩㡩㫺㸜㸜㧪㗮䖯㗮㞲
䪦䉬㸜㾫䖯㡨㜃㗮䜣
㗮㼜㡩䉬䯂㓀
㣸㜃㧪㸜 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 㔀䱩䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䑥䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䯃㡩 㥷㡩㗮㚭 㻍䉬䜣㗮㸜㡨㾫䙨 䱩㵢䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䱩䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䙫䑯䑯䑯㲙䑯䨽
㻍䉬䜣䙨㗮㸜㡨㾫
㧪㸜䱵㫺
䙫䑯䑯䑯䑯䨽
㡨㫺㡩㡨䨽㚭㧪㸜㡩㓀㡩
㧪㼜㸜㡩䖯䣙㡩㓀㡩
䱵㫺㡨㫺㼜䂗 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䨎㔀䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 㑡䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䯃㡩㗮㚭㡩㧪 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䅁㵢䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䅁䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䜣㗮㓵㚭䉬䖯
䑯䨽䨎䑯䅁䑯䑯
㞲㫺䍍㗮䉬㓀䙨㚭
㫺㚭䨽㡨㡩㸜㡨㡩㡩㓀㧪
䑯䑯䑯䑯䨽䨎
㓀㧪㼜䣙㸜㡩㡩䖯㡩
䱵㜃㡨㓀䉬㗮 䍍㫺㗮㚭㓀䉬㞲䙨 䨎䑯䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䨎䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㒜䱐㡩 㸜䃼㡩䖯䪦㡩 㫲䱐㜃䖯㜃㗮䥕㡩㧪 䉬㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㡨㫺㚭䱐㸜 䃼㡩㡨㡩 㧪䉬䖯㓀㫺㡩㡨㧪 㗮㡩䃼䖯㾫 㼜䉬㗮㧪㼜㡨㫺㫲㸜㡩㓀 㙋㡨䉬㞲 㸜䱐㡩 㒜䱐㫺㡨㓀 㓵㫺㡨㸜䱐㫲䖯㜃㼜㡩䣙
㒜㡩䱐
㡨䃼㡩㡩䙨
㾫㜃㗮䉬䪦䜣㡨䖯㸜
㞲㧪㡨㫺㡩䉬㼜㓀㫲
㡩㸜䱐
㫺㒜㓀䱐㡨
㡩䃼䪦㡩㸜䖯
㞲㛄㡨䜣㗮㡩㧪
㼜䉬㫺㸜䜣㗮㡨㡩㧪㽷
䖯㫺㓵䱐㡩㡨㸜㫲㜃㼜
㗮䖯㗮㸜㫺㧪㡩㸜㡩㞲
䅑㜃䖯㞲䉬㸜䉬㧪 䄔㞲㫲㫺㡨㡩䙨 㵢䣙䨎 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䨎䣙䨎 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㣇㡩㞲䜣㗮 䄔㞲㫲㫺㡨㡩䙨 䅁䣙㲙 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫䣙䙫 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䣙䨎㑡
㡩㓀㧪䖯䣙㸜㼜㡩㡩
㞲䖯㫺䖯㫺㗮䉬
㞲㡨䄔㫺㫲㡩䙨
䙫䣙㑡䙫
㡩㸜㫺㡨㧪䨽㡩㓀㡩㡨㚭
䖯䅑㚭㡨㧪䉬㜃㾫䜣
㗮䖯㫺䉬㞲㫺䖯
㥷㡩㫺㿃㫺䖯 䄔㞲㫲㫺㡨㡩䙨 㑡䣙䅁 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫䣙䑯㲙 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㥷㜃䖯㫺㧪 䄔㞲㫲㫺㡨㡩䙨 䅁䣙䨎 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 㔀䑥䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㓀㒜㫺䜣㜃䖯
䑯䨎䙫䣙
㑡䣙䑯
㞲㫺㫺䉬䖯䖯㗮
㡩㡩㡨㧪㡩㡨㚭㫺䨽㓀㸜
䄔㫲㞲㡩㡨䙨㫺
㼜㡩㸜㡩䖯㓀㡩㧪䣙
䖯㫺䉬㫺㞲䖯㗮
䍍㫺㗮㚭 䉬㙋 䕥㜃㗮㜃㧪䙨 䅁䣙䑯 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䱩䱩䑯䨽䑯䑯䑯 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䅑㜃䉬㿃㫺㜃 㓨㡩㫲䜣㛄䖯㫺㼜䙨 䱩䣙䨎 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫䣙㔀 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
䨎䣙䱩
㼜䂗㡩䯃
䖯䖯㞲㗮㫺䉬㫺
㧪㸜㼜㡩㓀㡩䣙䖯㡩
䨽䑯䑯䙫䑯䑯㔀
㡨䙨䉬㗮㾫㻍䜣㸜
㡩㥷㡩㡨
㸜㧪㡨䨽㡩㫺㓀㡩㚭㡩㡨
䕥㜃㞲㜃䂗 㥷㡨㡩㡩 㻍䉬䜣㗮㸜㡨㾫䙨 㵢䣙㑡 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䙫䣙䱩 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㥷㡩㓀㡩㡨㜃㸜㫺䉬㗮 䅑䉬䪦㡩㡨㗮㞲㡩㗮㸜䙨 㑡䣙䱩 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㡨㡩㚭㫺㧪㸜㡩㡨㡩㓀䨽 䨎䣙㲙 㞲㫺䖯䖯㫺䉬㗮 㧪㡩䖯㡩㼜㸜㡩㓀䣙
㧪㙋㡨㫺䉬㡩㡨䂗䃼
㗮㚭㸜㧪㫺㡨㡨㫺
䖯㾫㫲㓀㡩㜃
䨽㾫㧪䂗
䉬㛄㜃䪦㡩䨽
䨽㧪㼜㗮㡩㡩
㞲㼜䜣㧪㫺
䉬㡩䣙㾫㼜㡩㗮㡨㞲
㡩䱐㸜
㸜䱐㡩
㡩䖯䜣㛄
䉬㸜䨽㡩㞲㞲㗮
䱐㡩㸜
㸜䖯㗮㫺㫺䖯㡨㛄㜃
㙋㫺㜃㙋㫺䉬䖯㼜
㸜㸜㡨㧪㜃
㡩䖯䃼㫺䱐
㗮㫺㓀㡩㚭䉬䖯䥕㫲
㸜㜃
䉬㙋
䜪㸜
䱐㧪䉬㸜
䉬㫺㸜㗮
㧪㫺䱐㸜
㞲㫺㚭㗮㜃䂗㡨
䱐㡩㸜
㯥㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㧪䂗㾫䨽 㙋䖯䉬㜃㸜㫺㗮㚭 䃼㜃䪦㡩㚭䜣㫺㓀㡩 㛄㜃䖯䖯㧪 䃼㡩㡨㡩 㼜㜃㫲㸜䜣㡨㫺㗮㚭 㡩䪦㡩㡨㾫 㜃㗮㚭䖯㡩 䉬㙋 㸜䱐㡩 㡩㗮㸜㫺㡨㡩 㡩䪦㡩㗮㸜䨽 㛄㡨䉬㜃㓀㼜㜃㧪㸜㫺㗮㚭 㫺㸜 䖯㫺䪦㡩䣙
㒜䱐㜃㸜’㧪 䃼䱐㡩㗮 㯥㼜㜃㡨䉬㾫㜃 㜃㫲㫲㡩㜃㡨㡩㓀䣙
㫺㡨㡩䪦㧪䖯
㡨㻰㡩㡩㛄㡩䨽
㜃㼜㜃䭃䖯㡩
䉬䉬䨽㞲㗮
㓀㡨㡩㜃㓀䉬㗮
㸜㧪㧪㜃㡨䨽
䨽㚭䖯䉬㗮
䱐㸜㫺䃼
㗮㫺㼜㫲㡨㡩㚭㫺
㚭㡩㸜㫺㗮㾫㡨䪦㡩䱐䣙
㡩㸜䱐
㸜㧪㫺
䨽㡨㣇㡩㧪㧪
㡩㸜䱐
㡩䯃㡨
䱐㡨㡩
㼜㜃㓀㜃㡩㧪㓀㼜
㡨㡩䱐
㾫㼜䖯䖯䱐㫺
㡩㡩㾫㧪
㡨㸜㜃䯂
䨽䜣㧪㗮
㾫㜃㫺㗮㧪䃼㚭
㼜㜃㗮㚭㸜㫲䜣㫺㡨
㗮㜃㓀
㡩㡨䃼䉬
䱐䯂㡩
䃼㸜䱐㫺
㜃
䪦䉬㡩㡨
㗮䃼㸜㫺㫺䱐
㜃㡨㧪㸜㧪
㡨㚭䱐㸜䉬䜣䱐
䖯䨽䜣䱐䉬㧪㓀㡩㧪㡨
㜃䱐㡨㫺
㙋䉬㧪䖯㓀䣙
䯃㡩㡨 㧪㸜䜣㗮㗮㫺㗮㚭 㙋㜃㼜㡩 㧪䱐䉬䃼㡩㓀 㗮䉬 㡩㞲䉬㸜㫺䉬㗮㜃䖯 㙋䖯䜣㼜㸜䜣㜃㸜㫺䉬㗮䨽 㜃㗮㓀 䱐㡩㡨 㡩䪦㡩㡨㾫 㞲䉬䪦㡩 㡩䥕䜣㓀㡩㓀 㜃㗮 㜃䜣㡨㜃 䉬㙋 㫲㡨㫺㓀㡩 㜃㗮㓀 㡩䖯㡩㚭㜃㗮㼜㡩䣙
㓵㡩䱐㫺㗮㓀 䱐㡩㡨䨽 㜃 㧪䉬䖯㡩㞲㗮 䅑䉬䖯㫺䨽 㓀㡨㡩㧪㧪㡩㓀 㫺㗮 㓵㫺䉬 䜪㡨㞲䉬㡨䨽 㙋䉬䖯䖯䉬䃼㡩㓀 䃼㫺㸜䱐 䉬㸜䱐㡩㡨㧪 䖯㫺䂗㡩 㻍㡨䉬㼜䂗䣙
㚭㫺㗮㓨
㾫㸜㻍䨽㫺
䱐㸜㡩
㸜㜃㗮㸜㧪䨽㗮㫺
㙋㡩㡨䨽㗮㾫㻰
㡩㸜䃼㗮
㼜㸜㻰㡩㗮㫺㫺㧪
䉬䜣䖯㾫㓀䖯䣙
㸜䱐㜃㸜
㧪䱐䉬䜣㚭㸜㫺㗮
㓀㡩㡩䖯㫺㧪㗮㫺䨽㧪
䱐㡩㸜
䉬㞲㡨㙋
㜃
㯥㗮
䉬㙋
㧪㡩㫺㗮㸜䃼㧪㫺㗮㚭
㗮䉬㫺㸜
㡨䯂㸜㜃
“䊢䉬㡨㓀 䉬㙋 㯥㼜㜃㡨䉬㾫㜃䦔䦔䦔”
“䊢䉬㡨㓀 䉬㙋 㯥㼜㜃㡨䉬㾫㜃䨽 䖯䉬㗮㚭 䖯㫺䪦㡩䦔䦔䦔”
䣙䣙䣙
䜪㛄䉬㜃㡨㓀 㸜䱐㡩 䯂䱐㜃㓀䉬䃼䨽 㫺㗮 㸜䱐㡩 㓀㫺㗮㫺㗮㚭 㡨䉬䉬㞲䣙
䯂䜣 䱵䉬䨽 䁗㫺㜃㗮 㻍䱐㡩㗮㚭䥕䜣㡩䨽 䯂䜣㗮 㣇䜣䉬䥕㫺㜃㗮㚭䨽 䱵㜃 䍍㡩䨽 䴿䱐㜃㗮㚭 䯃㜃䉬䨽 㜃㗮㓀 䉬㸜䱐㡩㡨㧪 㚭㜃㸜䱐㡩㡨㡩㓀 㜃㡨䉬䜣㗮㓀䣙
㜃㓀㗮
㧪㛄㜃䣙㸜㡨㼜㜃䉬㓀
䃼㗮㜃㸜㚭㫺䱐㼜
㒜㾫䱐㡩
䱐㡩㸜
㫲㫲㗮㚭㧪㫺㫺
䪦㡩㫺䖯
㡩㡩㡨䃼
㡨䉬㚭㓀㡨㡩㫺㫲
“㵫䉬䃼䨽 㸜䱐㫺㧪 㫺㧪 㜃 㡨㡩㜃䖯䖯㾫 㛄㫺㚭 㡩䪦㡩㗮㸜䨽”
䯂䜣㗮 㣇䜣䉬䥕㫺㜃㗮㚭 㞲㜃㡨䪦㡩䖯㡩㓀䣙
㙋䰧”
“㛄㬼㡩
䜣㡨㡩㼜䨽䉬㧪
䱐䉬䃼
㗮䉬㸜
㫺㸜
䉬䖯㓀䜣㼜
䯂䜣 䱵䉬䨽 䃼㜃㸜㼜䱐㫺㗮㚭 㸜䱐㡩 㚭㡨㜃㗮㓀 㼜㡩㡨㡩㞲䉬㗮㾫䨽 㼜䉬䜣䖯㓀㗮’㸜 䱐㡩䖯㫲 㛄䜣㸜 㙋㡩㡩䖯 㧪㸜㫺㡨㡨㡩㓀䣙
㒜䱐㡩㾫 㜃䖯䖯 䃼㜃㸜㼜䱐㡩㓀 㜃㧪 㯥㼜㜃㡨䉬㾫㜃䨽 䃼㫺㸜䱐 㜃㗮 㜃䜣㡨㜃 䉬㙋 㫲㡨㫺㓀㡩䨽 㧪㸜㡩㫲㫲㡩㓀 䉬㗮㸜䉬 㸜䱐㡩 䱐㫺㚭䱐 㫲䖯㜃㸜㙋䉬㡨㞲 䜣㗮㓀㡩㡨 㡩䪦㡩㡨㾫䉬㗮㡩’㧪 㚭㜃㻰㡩䣙
㜃䖯䖯
㡩㸜䃼㫲㧪
㸜㗮䱐㡩
㡩䯂䱐
䪦㡩䉬䣙㾫㗮㡩㡩㡨
㡩䱐㧪
䖯䖯䃼㧪䉬㾫
䱐㡩㡨
㗮䃼㡩
䂗䨽㧪㡨㫺㸜
䜣㡩㓀䨽㗮㸜㡨
䖯㚭㼜㡨㾫䜣㙋㡩㜃䖯
㡩㜃㚭㻰
㛄㚭㗮㜃㡩
䉬䪦㡩㡨
䱐㡩㡨
㡨䜣㼜䨽㫺㸜㡩㡨㧪
㫲㫲㙋䖯㡩㫺㓀
䖯䉬㼜㓀
㫲㧪㡩䱐㼜㡩
䱐㡨㡩
㸜䉬
㓀㗮㜃
㸜䱐㡩
“㯥 㓀䉬㗮’㸜 䱐㜃䪦㡩 㸜㫺㞲㡩 㙋䉬㡨 㞲䜣㼜䱐 䜣㧪㡩䖯㡩㧪㧪 㸜㜃䖯䂗䨽 㗮䉬㡨 㜃㞲 㯥 㫺㗮㸜㡩㡨㡩㧪㸜㡩㓀 㫺㗮 㙋㡩㡩㓀㫺㗮㚭 㾫䉬䜣 㞲䉬㸜㫺䪦㜃㸜㫺䉬㗮㜃䖯 㫲䖯㜃㸜㫺㸜䜣㓀㡩㧪䣙䣙 㯥 䱐㜃䪦㡩 䉬㗮䖯㾫 䉬㗮㡩 㸜䱐㫺㗮㚭 㸜䉬 㧪㜃㾫䙨 㸜䱐㫺㗮䂗 㜃㛄䉬䜣㸜 䃼䱐㜃㸜 㾫䉬䜣 䃼㡩㡨㡩 䖯㫺䂗㡩 䃼䱐㡩㗮 㾫䉬䜣 㜃㡨㡨㫺䪦㡩㓀䨽 㜃㗮㓀 䃼䱐㜃㸜 㾫䉬䜣 㜃㡨㡩 䖯㫺䂗㡩 㗮䉬䃼䦔”