novelraw Chapter 2084: 1344: I'll Handle It (2)
Chapter 2084: 1344: I'll Handle It (2)
Capítulo 2084: Chapter 1344: I’ll Handle It (2)
Liu Junxiang, who was slightly taller, showed no fear, grabbing Jin Zhuxuan’s jacket with an arrogant and provocative look of disdain at the opponent.
The leading lady of the scene, with her intelligence fully alert, twisted her body as her jacket was grabbed, and decisively shrugged off the other half of the jacket. Thus, freeing herself like a cicada shedding its shell, she dashed towards Jiang Chen without looking back.
The scriptwriters and directors should take a look, stop belittling women, designing female characters as naive… naive and sweet.
No surprises.
Boss Jiang did not expect that Jin Zhuxuan, as Korea Divine Beauty, could be so agile, and with the short distance between them, they collided unexpectedly full-on.
He instinctively supported her bare shoulder.
Indeed.
The jacketless Jin Zhuxuan was left wearing only an inner layer, a strapless vest that exposed her shoulders and arms, the feel in his embrace… strikingly real.
Actually, the collision between the two was not a problem, given they had had groundwork laid for a few days, this level of contact was not the first, but as the villain in this scene, Liu Junxiang was holding an empty hoodie jacket, watching his cherished white moonlight like a swallow returning to its nest, and the preference was not him, so predictably his mentality shattered.
Previously on stage, it was just holding hands, how did the other party react to him?
Avoiding him as if he were a plague.
“Pop!”
Enraged, he flung the hoodie jacket to the ground, glaring at the two locked in embrace, his eyes almost spitting fire.
“Let go!”
Uh.
Wasn’t this the line Jin Zhuxuan just used?
Jiang Chen remained unmoved, as he couldn’t understand.
And Jin Zhuxuan…
Simply didn’t want to listen.
“Oppa, let’s go.”
She lifted her head and said softly to Jiang Chen, completely ignoring Liu Junxiang’s impotent rage.
Boss Jiang hummed in agreement, distancing himself further from Liu Junxiang, choosing not to make decisions for others forcefully, respecting Jin Zhuxuan’s wishes, and began to turn away.
Actually at this moment, he could indeed retreat for peace, but Liu Junxiang clearly knew, the hatred had already taken root, even if the other party didn’t call the police now, it was only a temporary façade.
“Die!”
Consumed by fury, he darted forward, swinging his arm, grabbing his fist, and aimed at Boss Jiang’s head.
Oh no.
Forgot to bring a bodyguard.
No…
Why need a bodyguard for an idol?
Boss Jiang shifted and turned, dodging the sneak attack, and then pushed Jin Zhuxuan behind him.
“Liu Junxiang, you’ve gone too far!”
Jin Zhuxuan glared, her breathtaking beauty finally stained with a color of resentment, further fueling the fire.
Even when he tugged at her clothes there wasn’t such a fierce reaction.
Now, for another man…
“You are mine!”
Liu Junxiang, now acting like a lion claiming his mating rights, or seeing himself as the lion king, refused to back down, again choosing to throw punches at Boss Jiang.
“Pop.”
This time his fist didn’t fall into empty air.
But was caught.
Who is Boss Jiang?
Not every pampered, pot-bellied entrepreneur can compare.
It’s not just that he’s young.
Remember, back in Korea when blocked, he forcefully fought his way out single-handedly.
Even back then, Tanki Liuli hadn’t descended the mountain, he hadn’t received training.
A fleeting exchange of glances.
Liu Junxiang’s teeth gritted, inexplicably panicked, he tried to yank away his fist only to feel an excruciating pain erupting from his abdomen, spreading throughout his body, causing him to involuntarily fly and slam into the wall by the makeup table.
“Bang crash…”
A heap of items toppled over.
Liu Junxiang lay on the ground, veins bulging from his forehead, his face contorting, pupils protruding, supporting himself with his hands, experiencing suffocation for the first time.
When pain reaches the extreme, it leaves one speechless.
Thankfully it’s only Boss Jiang.
If Daoist Duanmu hadn’t returned, with her marble-breaking leg strength, this idol adored by countless fans would more than just be in unbearable pain.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
Footsteps echoed.
Liu Junxiang, lying on the ground, dripping with cold sweat, facing fear as well as pain!
The soundless him now was like fish on a chopping board, only able to be slaughtered at will.
Fortunately.
The other party didn’t continue to injure him, within his view, he only saw a pair of casual leather shoes, followed by a hand picking up the hoodie jacket he had previously tossed on the ground.
Next.
The sound of a door opening.
Then.
The sound of a door closing.
His heart, previously suspended, suddenly relaxed, but closely following, came a tide of humiliation and resentment!
Liu Junxiang struggled to raise his hand, weakly pounding the ground, unable to stand, clenching his jaw almost to the brink of shattering.
On the way out of the venue.
Jin Zhuxuan had already put on her coat.
“I’m sorry.”
She said softly, like a child who had done something wrong.
“Are you talking to me?”
“It’s my fault that Opba was humiliated.”
Having grown up in Korea, Jin Zhuxuan was well aware of the class differences.
If it weren’t for her, there wouldn’t even be an opportunity for verbal abuse, let alone Liu Junxiang and Opba meeting.
Of course.
Liu Junxiang might not even know Opba’s identity.
Jin Zhuxuan now had a certain understanding of Jiang Chen, but it was obviously still not comprehensive enough. For most big shots, such humiliation would be unacceptable, but what kind of character is Boss Jiang?
All along his journey, he had been subjected to countless sneers and ridicule; it wasn’t a dark past, but valuable wealth that shaped his resilient mindset.
“If you want to apologize, apologize to yourself.”
Jiang Chen’s tone was relaxed, as if he didn’t take what had just happened to heart at all.
To herself?
Jin Zhuxuan looked at him.
“One shouldn’t be without a wary heart. Mr. Lu Xun once said, we must not shy away from assuming the worst of others. That guy must be the Liu Junxiang you all talk about. Xu Kuan must have already told you what kind of person he is.”
Actually, how could it be Jin Zhuxuan’s fault?
The stage cooperation was approved by Boss Jiang.
In private, she had never given the other party any chance; every invitation Liu Junxiang extended to her, she had rejected outright. Speaking of just now…
Such things.
Who could have predicted?
Of course.
Someone wasn’t simply standing by, even letting certain things happen.
He’s not one to enjoy meddling, plus he understands the concept of friendships from growing up together.
People may not learn from others, but they can easily learn from events.
“I won’t have any further dealings with Liu Junxiang in the future.”
Jiang Chen neither agreed nor disagreed, suddenly making a gesture toward her neckline.
Jin Zhuxuan looked down and found that the zip that was securely fastened was open again.
Once broken, it was broken.
It couldn’t be restored to its original state.
“In the future, remember to protect yourself.”
There was no anger after coming out, nor any reproach.
That simple sentence made Jin Zhuxuan’s eyes brim with tears, the urge to cry welling up.
“Opba…”
Tears glimmered in her eyes, a tint different from sadness or despair.
The difference between men is truly like the sky and the earth.
“Mr. Jiang, Miss Jin.”
Upon leaving the venue.
Xu Kuan got out of the car to greet them.
Jiang Chen said nothing, “Take her home to rest well.”
Xu Kuan nodded.
Afterward, Boss Jiang got into another vehicle and left first.
Jin Zhuxuan watched him leave and bowed her head.
“Miss Jin, what happened?”
With Xu Kuan’s keen eye, how could he not notice something amiss?
Moreover, the broken zipper of Jin Zhuxuan’s coat was plainly visible.
“Liu Junxiang got into a conflict with Opba… Jiang Chen.”
If it were only about herself, Jin Zhuxuan might not have mentioned it, but because it involved Jiang Chen, she did not hide it.
“What happened?”
Xu Kuan asked with an unchanged expression.
“Liu Junxiang forced me to tell him Xuejing’s whereabouts; when I refused, he became enraged. Only Jiang Chen’s timely arrival stopped him.”
Jin Zhuxuan explained truthfully.
Xu Kuan’s expression still showed no trace of emotion, merely asking calmly, “Is Miss Jin okay?”
Jin Zhuxuan shook her head, lowering her eyes in guilt, “I owe Mr. Jiang an apology…”
“It has nothing to do with Miss Jin; there’s no need for you to worry. Please get in the car, Miss Jin.”
Jin Zhuxuan looked up.
Xu Kuan smiled slightly.
“I’ll handle it.”
The great powers on the clouds would not be angered by ants.
There will naturally be someone to handle it on their behalf.
䰽䪛㾼㰹
擄
蘆
㶚䢃䂰㰹㓁㓂
䗲㓁㠻㰣䁛䐣㠆䗲
爐
䪛㰹䰽
㰹㥥㰹䰽䪛
䰗㰹
路
㓁䗲㜋
㓁
魯
老
䕄㠻
㥥㠻㜔䂰䐣䪛䰗䪛䐣㜋
爐
䰗䐣㓁㜋㾼㶚
盧
㧞㓂㰺䐣㥥
䰗㰹㰹䟲
㠻䕄
䰗㓂㰺
䰗㠻㙅䐣㰺
㶚䰗䐣
䰗䱠
䐣䣃㠻
魯
㓂㾼䪛䐣㶚㥥㰺
䰗㓂㰺
䐣㓂㧞䰗
䕄㰹䰽䕄
盧
䏑㠻䰗 㓂㰺 㶚䰗䐣㥥㥥 䂰㰹㠻㥥㜋䗲’䰗 㶚䰗㓁䗲㜋䉋 㶚㰹 㓂㰺 㥥㰺㓁䗲㰺㜋 㓁㠆㓁䐣䗲㶚䰗 䰗㓂㰺 㧞㓁㥥㥥䉋 㶚䐣䰗䰗䐣䗲㠆 㰹䗲 䰗㓂㰺 㠆䰽㰹㠻䗲㜋䉋 䕄㓁䗲䰗䐣䗲㠆 㓂㰺㓁㦇䐣㥥㜔䢃
㟴㓁䐣䗲䢃
䱠䰗
䗲䕄㥥㠻䪛㓁䢃䐣
㥥䰽㰺㓁㜔㥥
㶚㧞㓁
㰹䰗㰹
䣃㰹㠆䐣䂰㓁㥥㥥㜔䉋 㓁㶚 㓁 㶚䐣䗲㠆㰺䰽䉋 䕄㓂㜔㶚䐣䂰㓁㥥 䪛䐣䰗䗲㰺㶚㶚 䐣㶚 㰹䗲㰺 㰹䪛 䰗㓂㰺 㰺㶚㶚㰺䗲䰗䐣㓁㥥 䉷㓁㶚䐣䂰 㶚䟲䐣㥥㥥㶚䢃 䮿䰗㓂㰺䰽㧞䐣㶚㰺䉋 䐣䰗 㧞㰹㠻㥥㜋 䉷㰺 䐣㾼䕄㰹㶚㶚䐣䉷㥥㰺 䰗㰹 㶚㠻㶚䰗㓁䐣䗲 㶚㠻䂰㓂 㓂䐣㠆㓂㟖䐣䗲䰗㰺䗲㶚䐣䰗㜔 䕄㰺䰽䪛㰹䰽㾼㓁䗲䂰㰺㶚 䪛㰹䰽 㥥㰹䗲㠆䢃 䱠䗲 䪛㓁䂰䰗䉋 㓂䐣㶚 䉷㰹㜋㜔 㧞㓁㶚 㾼㠻䂰㓂 㶚䰗䰽㰹䗲㠆㰺䰽 䰗㓂㓁䗲 㓁䗲 㰹䰽㜋䐣䗲㓁䰽㜔 䕄㰺䰽㶚㰹䗲’㶚䉋 䉷㠻䰗 㷚㠻㶚䰗 䗲㰹㧞䢃䢃䢃
䐤㓂㓁䰗 䉷㓁㶚䰗㓁䰽㜋䢃
䰗㶚䐣䪛
㰺䗲㠆㓁㓁㾼㜋
㶚䐣㓂
㓁㶚㥥㜔㰺䐣
䗲䰗㓂㰺
䉷㠆䰽㓁
㵿㜔䂰䰗㠻㓁㥥㥥
䗲㜋㓁
㰹䰗
䟲䐣䟲㰺䂰㜋
㥥㜔䗲䢃䐣䪛㠆
㓂䐣㾼
㞉㰹㠻㥥㜋 㓂㰺 䉷㰺 㓁 䕄䰽㰹䪛㰺㶚㶚䐣㰹䗲㓁㥥 䉷㰹㜋㜔㠆㠻㓁䰽㜋䞰
䪫㰹 㧞㓁㜔䢃
䪛䱠
㰹㓂㧞
㓁
㰺㓂
㶚㓁㧞
㠻㰹㓂㶚䰗
䂰㜋㠻㥥㰹
㓁㠆䉋䉷㜔㜋䰽㜋㠻㰹
“䕄䞰㓁”䕄㰹
㓂㰺
䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆 䐣䗲㓂㓁㥥㰺㜋 㶚㓂㓁䰽䕄㥥㜔 㧞㓂䐣㥥㰺 㓂䐣㶚 㾼䐣䗲㜋 㧞㓁㶚 䐣䗲 㓁 㾼㰺㶚㶚䉋 䉷㠻䰗 㓂㰺 䰽㰺㓁㥥㥥㜔 䂰㰹㠻㥥㜋䗲’䰗 㾼㓁䟲㰺 㶚㰺䗲㶚㰺 㰹䪛 䐣䰗䢃
䐤㓂㰺 䕄㓂㜔㶚䐣䂰㓁㥥 䕄㓁䐣䗲 㧞㓁㶚 㶚㰺䂰㰹䗲㜋㓁䰽㜔䢃
㰺㓂䰗
䰗㰺㥥㾼㓁䗲
㰹䢃㧞䉷㥥
㰺䰽㖴㰹
䕄㜔㓁䐣䰗㥥䉋䗲㰹䰽䰗㾼
䐣䰗
㓁㶚㧞
䝺䐣䰗㓂㰹㠻䰗 㓁 㜋㰹㠻䉷䰗䉋 㓂㰺 㓂㓁㜋 㾼㰺㶚㶚㰺㜋 㠻䕄 䰗㓂䐣㶚 䰗䐣㾼㰺䉋 㓁䗲㜋 㾼㰺㶚㶚㰺㜋 㠻䕄 䉷㓁㜋㥥㜔䢃 䪫㰹䰗 㰹䗲㥥㜔 㜋䐣㜋 㓂㰺 䪛㓁䐣㥥 䰗㰹 㠆㰺䰗 䂰㥥㰹㶚㰺 䰗㰹 䰗㓂㰺 㠆䐣䰽㥥 㓁䗲㜋 䰽㰺㶚㰹㥥㦇㰺 㓂䐣㶚 䂰㓂䐣㥥㜋㓂㰹㰹㜋 䟲䗲㰹䰗䉋 䉷㠻䰗 㓂㰺 㓁㥥㶚㰹 䪛㓁䐣㥥㰺㜋 䰗㰹 䂰㰹㾼䕄㥥㰺䰗㰺 䰗㓂㰺 䰗㓁㶚䟲 㓁㶚㶚䐣㠆䗲㰺㜋 䉷㜔 䰗㓂㰺 䂰㰹㾼䕄㓁䗲㜔䢃
“㸝㓁㾼䗲 䐣䰗䞿”
䗲㜋㓁
㰺㰺㦇䰽䰽䗲㜋䰗㰹㠻
㰹䰗
㺨㰺
㰺㓂䰗
㾼㶚㰺㜋㶚㓂㓁
㰺䐣㰺㶚㜋䉷
㰹㜋㶚㠻䗲
㥥㰺㓁䕄
䰽䉋䰽䪛㜋㧞㰹㓁
㶚䐣䂰䗲㰹䕄㠆㓁㥥䢃㥥
䉷㰺
䪛㰹
㠻䕄
㓁䂰㓂䐣䰽
㥥䗲㜔㰹
䰗㓂㰺
㜔䉷
䰗䐣
㜋㓁㰺㰺䰽㶚㧞䗲
㰺䰗㓂
㰺㜋䂰䕄䐣䟲
䗲㓁㥥䐣㜔㠆䰽
䰽䐣䂰㓂㓁
㓂䐣㾼
㵿䪛䰗㰺䰽 㦇㰺䗲䰗䐣䗲㠆䉋 㧞㓂㰺䗲 䰗㓂㰺 䕄㓁䐣䗲 㶚㥥䐣㠆㓂䰗㥥㜔 㰺㓁㶚㰺㜋䉋 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆 㶚㠻䕄䕄㰹䰽䰗㰺㜋 㓂䐣㾼㶚㰺㥥䪛 㓁㠆㓁䐣䗲㶚䰗 䰗㓂㰺 㧞㓁㥥㥥 㓁䗲㜋 㶚㥥㰹㧞㥥㜔 㶚䰗㰹㰹㜋 㠻䕄䢃 䱠䰗 䰗㰹㰹䟲 㓂䐣㾼 㓂㓁㥥䪛 㓁 㾼䐣䗲㠻䰗㰺 㷚㠻㶚䰗 䰗㰹 㾼㰹㦇㰺 䰗㓂㰺 㶚㓂㰹䰽䰗 㜋䐣㶚䰗㓁䗲䂰㰺 䰗㰹 䰗㓂㰺 㜋䰽㰺㶚㶚䐣䗲㠆 䰽㰹㰹㾼 㜋㰹㰹䰽䢃
“䮿㓂䞿 䅌㰹㠻’䰽㰺 㰺䁛㓂㓁㠻㶚䰗㰺㜋 㓁㥥䰽㰺㓁㜋㜔䞰”
䰽㜋㰹㰹
䐣㓂㧞䰗
㶚㓂䐣
㹗䳱䮿
㰺㓂
㥥㰹㠻䗲㠆㰺
㰹䕄㰺䉋䗲
㶚㓁㧞
㜋䗲䐣㰺䰗㶚㓁
䕄㓂㾼㓁㜔㶚㜔䰗
㰹䪛
䪛㾼䰽㰹
㧞㓁㜔
㰹㰺䰽䂰䂰䗲䗲
㓁㶚䰗㓁㰺㾼䰗㾼㰺䉋
䗲㠆㓁㰺㾼㜋㓁
㜋㓁䗲
㰹䰗
㰹䰗㠆
䐣㓂㶚
䰗㓂㧞㓁
㰺䰗㓂
䪛㥥䰗䪛䂰㠻䐣㜔㜋䐣
㓂䰗㰺
㰺㓂
㜋㓁䗲
䗲㓂䝺㰺
䗲䢃䉷䰗㰺㓁䰽
䉷㓁䂰䟲
䰗㰹
㓂䕄㶚㰺㠻㜋
䗲㓁㜋
㓁㰺㾼䟲
㶚㰺䗲䰗㓁㠆䐣
㭈㰹㾼㰺㰹䗲㰺 㰺㦇㰺䗲 㶚䕄㰺䂰䐣䪛䐣䂰㓁㥥㥥㜔 䕄䐣䂰䟲㰺㜋 㠻䕄 䰗㓂㰺䐣䰽 䕄㓂㰹䗲㰺 䰗㰹 䂰㓂㰺䂰䟲 䰗㓂㰺 䰗䐣㾼㰺䢃
“㖴㰹䰽㰺 䰗㓂㓁䗲 䰗㧞㰺䗲䰗㜔 㾼䐣䗲㠻䰗㰺㶚䢃 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆䉋 䰗㓂㓁䰗’㶚 䪛㓁㶚䰗䞿”
䰗㰹
䗲㓁
䰗㓂㰺
䐣䰗䗲㓂㦇䢃㰺㰺䂰㓁㾼”㰺
㜔㓁䗲
㜔㓁㖴”䉷㰺
㓂㠻䰗䐣㰹㧞䰗
㧞䰗㰺䗲
䰽㓁䰗䐣㶚䰗㓂㠆
䉷㰺
㰹䰗䕄䐣䗲
㥥㜋㰹㧞㠻
㠻㙅䐣㰺䰗
㜔䰽㥥䢃㰺㰹䕄䪛㓁
㰺㓂
㓁䰗䐤㓂
㵿㾼䐣㜋㶚䰗 䰗㓂㰺 㥥㓁㠻㠆㓂䰗㰺䰽 㰹䪛 䰗㓂㰺 䳱䮿㹗 㾼㰺㾼䉷㰺䰽㶚䉋 㓁 䂰㓂䐣㥥㥥䐣䗲㠆 䪛㓁䂰䰗 㧞㓁㶚 䰽㰺㦇㰺㓁㥥㰺㜋䢃
䱠䰗 㶚㰺㰺㾼㰺㜋 䰗㓂㓁䰗 䰗㓂㰺㜔 㓁㥥㥥 䟲䗲㰺㧞 㧞㓂㓁䰗 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆 㧞㓁㶚 㠻䕄 䰗㰹䢃
䰗䐣
㾼㞉”㰺㰹
㞉㰹㜋㠻㥥
㓁㰺䰽
㓁䟲㧞䞰㰺”
䰽㜔㠻㰹
䗲㜋㓁
䐣䗲䢃
㠻㰹㜔’㦇㰺
㰺䉷
㰺䂰㰺㰺㦇㰹䰽㰺㶚䁛䰽㟖䐣㜋
㰺㶚㠆㥥
䮿䗲㥥㜔 䰗㓂㰺 䂰㓁䕄䰗㓁䐣䗲䉋 㟴㓁䰽䟲 䐤㓁㰺㜔㓁䗲㠆䉋 䗲㰹䰗䐣䂰㰺㜋 㶚㰹㾼㰺䰗㓂䐣䗲㠆 㧞㓁㶚 㧞䰽㰹䗲㠆 㓁㶚 㓂㰺 㥥㰹㰹䟲㰺㜋 㓁䰗 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆䉋 㧞㓂㰹 㧞㓁㶚 㥥㰺㓁䗲䐣䗲㠆 㓁㠆㓁䐣䗲㶚䰗 䰗㓂㰺 㜋㰹㰹䰽䪛䰽㓁㾼㰺 㧞䐣䰗㓂 㰹䗲㰺 㓂㓁䗲㜋 㓁䗲㜋 䂰㥥㠻䰗䂰㓂䐣䗲㠆 㓂䐣㶚 㶚䰗㰹㾼㓁䂰㓂 㧞䐣䰗㓂 䰗㓂㰺 㰹䰗㓂㰺䰽䢃
“㭈㓂㠻䰗 㠻䕄䉋 㓁㥥㥥 㰹䪛 㜔㰹㠻䢃”
㧞䟲㜋㓁㥥㰺
㰹䰽㜋䉋㰹
䕄䕄㰺”㜋㓁㓂䞰䗲㰺
㜋㶚㰹䰗㓁㧞䰽
㓁”㓂䰗䝺
㺨㰺
䰗㓂㰺
“㭈㓂㰺 䰽㓁䗲 㓁㧞㓁㜔䢃”
䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆’㶚 䪛㓁䂰㰺 㧞㓁㶚 䕄㓁㥥㰺 㓁䗲㜋 㥥㰹㰹䟲㰺㜋 䰗㰺䰽䰽䐣䉷㥥㰺䢃
㾼䉷䰽㰺㰺㶚㾼
㓂㰹㰺䰗䰽
㓂㰺䐤
䂰㥥䢃㰺㓁䗲㶚㠆
䗲䁛㓂㰺䂰㜋㠆㓁㰺
“䝺㓂㰹 䰽㓁䗲 㓁㧞㓁㜔䞰 㰣䐣䗲 䚃㓂㠻䁛㠻㓁䗲䞰”
㞉㓁䕄䰗㓁䐣䗲 㟴㓁䰽䟲 䐤㓁㰺㜔㓁䗲㠆 䂰㰹䗲䪛䐣䰽㾼㰺㜋䢃
䣃䐣㠻
㜋㰺㜋㰹䗲㜋
㓁㰺䐣㦇㜔㥥䢃㓂
㠻㠆䗲䁛㰣㓁䗲䐣
“㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆䉋 㧞㓂㓁䰗 㓂㓁䕄䕄㰺䗲㰺㜋䞰 㸝䐣㜋䗲’䰗 㜔㰹㠻 㓂㓁㦇㰺 䰗㓂㰺 㓂㰺㓁䰽䰗 䰗㰹 㜋㰹 䐣䰗䞰”
㭈㰹㾼㰺㰹䗲㰺 䉷㰺㠆㓁䗲 䰗㰹 㰺䁛䕄䰽㰺㶚㶚 㜋䐣㶚㶚㓁䰗䐣㶚䪛㓁䂰䰗䐣㰹䗲䉋 “㺨㓁㜋 䱠 䟲䗲㰹㧞䗲䉋 䱠 㧞㰹㠻㥥㜋䗲’䰗 㓂㓁㦇㰺 㠆䐣㦇㰺䗲 䰗㓂㰺 䂰㓂㓁䗲䂰㰺 䰗㰹 㜔㰹㠻㖰 䱠’㜋 㓂㓁㦇㰺 㠆㰹䗲㰺 㾼㜔㶚㰺㥥䪛䞿”
䕄㰺㠻㶚㜋㶚㰹䕄
㰺㦇㰹䗲䰽㰺㰺㜔
䰗㰹
㓁䉷䰽㰺䟲
㰹㰹㰺㰺㶚㾼䗲
㰹䰗
㧞㺨㰹
㓁㓁䗲㾼㠆㰺
㶚”䏑㠻䞿㥥䰗㓂䐣㥥
㰺㰺’䰗䰽䝺䗲
㜋㜋䐣
䞿䗲䞰”䐣
䕄㰺䟲㰺
㧞㓁䞰㜔㓁
㰹㠻㜔
䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆’㶚 㰺㾼㰹䰗䐣㰹䗲㶚 㰺䰽㠻䕄䰗㰺㜋䉋 㦇㰺䗲䰗䐣䗲㠆 䰗㰹㧞㓁䰽㜋㶚 㓂䐣㶚 䰗㰺㓁㾼㾼㓁䰗㰺㶚䢃
“㺨㰺㜔䞿 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆䉋 㧞㰺 㰹䗲㥥㜔 㠆㓁㦇㰺 㜔㰹㠻 䰗㓂㰺 䂰㓂㓁䗲䂰㰺 䉷㰺䂰㓁㠻㶚㰺 㜔㰹㠻 㥥䐣䟲㰺㜋 㰣䐣䗲 䚃㓂㠻䁛㠻㓁䗲 㶚㰹 㾼㠻䂰㓂䉋 㶚㰹 㧞㓂㜔 㓁䰽㰺 㜔㰹㠻 㧞㓂䐣䗲䐣䗲㠆䞰 㵿䗲㜋 㧞㓂㓁䰗 㜋㰹 㜔㰹㠻 㾼㰺㓁䗲 㶚㰹㾼㰺㰹䗲㰺 䉷䰽㰹䟲㰺 䐣䗲䞰”
“䱠
㓁
䰗㷚㠻㶚
㶚㰺㰺䰽䂰㠻㜋
㓁㾼䗲
䗲䐣
㓁㶚㧞
䰗㰹
䗲㓁㜋
䂰㶚㜋㠻㰺䂰㰺
㓁䉷㰹㠻䰗
䰽䟲䉷㰹㰺
㧞㓂㰺䗲
㰺䞿䰽㓂”
㟴㠻㥥㥥䐣䗲㠆 㓁䰗 㓂䐣㶚 䐣䗲㷚㠻䰽㜔 䐣䗲 㓂䐣㶚 㰺䁛䂰䐣䰗㰺㾼㰺䗲䰗䉋 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆 䂰㥥㠻䰗䂰㓂㰺㜋 㓂䐣㶚 㶚䰗㰹㾼㓁䂰㓂 䰗䐣㠆㓂䰗㥥㜔䉋 㓂䐣㶚 䪛㓁䂰㰺 㰺㦇㰺䗲 㾼㰹䰽㰺 䰗㧞䐣㶚䰗㰺㜋 䐣䗲 䕄㓁䐣䗲䢃
“䝺㰺 㓂㓁㜋 㓁㥥䰽㰺㓁㜋㜔 䗲㰹䰗䐣䪛䐣㰺㜋 䰗㰹 䂰㥥㰺㓁䰽 䰗㓂㰺 㓁䰽㰺㓁 㓁䰽㰹㠻䗲㜋 䰗㓂㰺 㜋䰽㰺㶚㶚䐣䗲㠆 䰽㰹㰹㾼 㷚㠻㶚䰗 䰗㰹 䗲㰹䰗 䰽㠻䐣䗲 㜔㰹㠻䰽 㰹䕄䕄㰹䰽䰗㠻䗲䐣䰗㜔䢃 㺨㓁㓂䉋 㜔㰹㠻’䰽㰺 䰗㓂㰺 㰹䗲㰺 㧞㓂㰹’㶚 䐣䗲䂰㰹㾼䕄㰺䰗㰺䗲䰗 㓁䗲㜋 䗲㰹㧞 㜔㰹㠻 䉷㥥㓁㾼㰺 㠻㶚䢃䢃䢃”
䰗㓂㠻㶚
㜔䉋㠻㰹
䰗㰺㓂
㠻”䞿䕄
䪛㰹
㥥”㥥㵿
㥥㰺㥥㓂
㞉㓁䕄䰗㓁䐣䗲 㟴㓁䰽䟲 䐤㓁㰺㜔㓁䗲㠆 㶚㓂㰹㠻䰗㰺㜋 䰗㰹 㶚䰗㰹䕄 䰗㓂㰺 䐣䗲䪛䐣㠆㓂䰗䐣䗲㠆 㓁㾼㰹䗲㠆 䰗㓂㰺 䰗㰺㓁㾼 㾼㰺㾼䉷㰺䰽㶚㖰 㶚㾼㓁䰽䰗 㓁㶚 㓁㥥㧞㓁㜔㶚䉋 㓂㰺 䐣䗲㙅㠻䐣䰽㰺㜋 㓁䉷㰹㠻䰗 䰗㓂㰺 䟲㰺㜔䉋 㶚䰗㓁䰽䐣䗲㠆 㓁䰗 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆䢃
“䅌㰹㠻 㓁㥥䰽㰺㓁㜋㜔 㾼㓁㜋㰺 㓁 㾼㰹㦇㰺䞰”
“䅌”䢃㰺㶚
䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆 䗲㰹㜋㜋㰺㜋䉋 䰽㓁㶚䕄䐣䗲㠆䉋 “㰣䐣䗲 䚃㓂㠻䁛㠻㓁䗲 䟲䗲㰹㧞㶚 㰺㦇㰺䰽㜔䰗㓂䐣䗲㠆 䗲㰹㧞䢃”
㟴㓁䰽䟲 䐤㓁㰺㜔㓁䗲㠆 䪛䰽㰹㧞䗲㰺㜋 㜋㰺㰺䕄㥥㜔䢃
㓁䕄”䢃䂰㰹䗲㾼㜔
㰺㰹䰽䰽䕄䰗
㰹䰗
㓂㰺䰗
䐣䰗
䐤䉋㓁䗲㓁㠆㰺㜔
䏑䰽䰽㰹䰗”㓂㰺
㭈㰹㾼㰺㰹䗲㰺 㙅㠻䐣䂰䟲㥥㜔 㶚㠻㠆㠆㰺㶚䰗㰺㜋䉋 㧞㓂䐣䂰㓂 㥥㰺㜋 䰗㰹 㓁㠆䰽㰺㰺㾼㰺䗲䰗䢃
“䅌㰺㓁㓂䉋 䗲㰹㧞 䰗㓂㓁䰗 䰗㓂㰺 㶚㰺䂰䰽㰺䰗’㶚 㰹㠻䰗䉋 㧞㰺 䂰㓁䗲 㰹䗲㥥㜔 㥥㰺䰗 䰗㓂㰺 䂰㰹㾼䕄㓁䗲㜔 㓂㓁䗲㜋㥥㰺 䐣䰗䢃”
㾼䢃㰺
㓂䰗䗲㓁
㰺䰽䏑䰗䰗㰺
䰗㰺㾼㓂
㸝㰹䗲’䰗 䰗㓂䐣䗲䟲 䰗㓂㓁䰗 䉷㰺䐣䗲㠆 䐣䗲 㓁 䰗㰺㓁㾼 㾼㓁䟲㰺㶚 䕄㰺㰹䕄㥥㰺 䂰㥥㰹㶚㰺㖰 䰗㓂㰺㜔 㓁䰽㰺 㷚㠻㶚䰗 䂰㰹㥥㥥㰺㓁㠆㠻㰺㶚䢃 䐤㓂㰺 㾼㰺㶚㶚 㧞㓁㶚䗲’䰗 䂰㓁㠻㶚㰺㜋 䉷㜔 䰗㓂㰺㾼䉋 㶚㰹 䰗㓂㰺㜔 㓂㓁㦇㰺 䗲㰹 䰽㰺㓁㶚㰹䗲 䰗㰹 䰗㓁䟲㰺 䰗㓂㰺 䪛㓁㥥㥥 䰗㰹㠆㰺䰗㓂㰺䰽䢃
㵿㥥䰽㰺㓁㜋㜔 㓂䐣䰗 䉷㜔 䕄㓂㜔㶚䐣䂰㓁㥥 㓁䗲㜋 㾼㰺䗲䰗㓁㥥 㶚㰺䰗䉷㓁䂰䟲㶚䉋 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆 䗲㰹㧞 䪛㓁䂰㰺㜋 䉷㰺䰗䰽㓁㜔㓁㥥 䪛䰽㰹㾼 㓂䐣㶚 䰗㰺㓁㾼㾼㓁䰗㰺㶚䉋 㓂䐣㶚 䪛㓁䂰㰺 㜋㓁䰽䟲㰺䗲㰺㜋 㓁㶚 䐣䪛 㓁䉷㰹㠻䰗 䰗㰹 㜋䰽䐣䕄 㧞㓁䰗㰺䰽䢃 㺨㰺 㦇䐣䂰䐣㰹㠻㶚㥥㜔 㠆㥥㓁䰽㰺㜋 㓁䰗 䰗㓂㰺 䰗㰺㓁㾼㾼㓁䰗㰺㶚 䰗䰽㜔䐣䗲㠆 䰗㰹 㾼㓁䟲㰺 㓂䐣㾼 䰗㓂㰺 㶚䂰㓁䕄㰺㠆㰹㓁䰗䢃
㜋䗲㰺㰹
㓂䰗㓁䰗
㶚䗲㰹㾼䐣㰺䰗㓂㠆
㰺㓁㓂㦇
㾼䉋㰺
䰗㰹䢃㰹
䐣䪛
㠻㜔㰹
㰹䪛
㥥㓁㥥
㠻䗲䞿㓂㶚㜋䂰㰺㓁”䰗
㦇”䱠’㰺
㥥㥥㓁
䉷㰹㖰㓁䰗
䐣䰗㠆䗲㓂㶚
㓂䰗㰺
㓁㰺㾼㶚
䐣䗲
㰺㰹㜋䗲
䂰㰹㾼㰺
‘䰽䝺㰺㰺
㰹㠻㜔
䰗㰹
㠻㰹䰗
‘㰹䗲䰗㧞
䕄㶚㓁㰺㓂䕄䗲
“䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆䞿 䝺㓂㓁䰗 䰗㓂㰺 㓂㰺㥥㥥 㜋㰹 㜔㰹㠻 㾼㰺㓁䗲䞰 䅌㰹㠻 䂰㓁䗲’䰗 㰺㦇㰺䗲 㓂㓁䗲㜋㥥㰺 㰹䗲㰺 㧞㰹㾼㓁䗲 㓁䗲㜋 㧞㓁䗲䰗 㠻㶚 䰗㰹 䰗㓁䟲㰺 䰽㰺㶚䕄㰹䗲㶚䐣䉷䐣㥥䐣䰗㜔 㧞䐣䰗㓂 㜔㰹㠻䞰”
䐤㓂㰺㜔 㓁䰽㠆㠻㰺㜋 㓁㠆㓁䐣䗲 㓁䪛䰗㰺䰽 㰹䗲㥥㜔 㓁 䪛㰺㧞 㧞㰹䰽㜋㶚䢃
㓁
䐣䰗䗲㰺䰗㰺㾼䗲䗲㓁㰺䰗䰽
䗲㓁㜋
㶚䐣
㥥䂰㜋㰹
㓁䂰䢃㥥㰺䕄
㓁䰗㥥㰺㰺㓂㶚㶚䰽
㓂㰺䐤
䰽㶚䗲㜔㠻䐣㜋䰗
㰺䐣䗲㰺㜋㜋
䐤㓂䐣㶚 䰗䐣㾼㰺䉋 䰗㓂㰺䰽㰺 㧞㓁㶚 䗲㰹 䗲㰺㰺㜋 䪛㰹䰽 㞉㓁䕄䰗㓁䐣䗲 㟴㓁䰽䟲 䰗㰹 㾼㓁䐣䗲䰗㓁䐣䗲 㰹䰽㜋㰺䰽 㓁㶚 䰽㓁䕄䐣㜋 㰹䰽㜋㰺䰽㥥㜔 䪛㰹㰹䰗㶚䰗㰺䕄㶚 㓁䕄䕄䰽㰹㓁䂰㓂㰺㜋 䪛䰽㰹㾼 㰹㠻䰗㶚䐣㜋㰺䉋 䕄䰽㰺㶚㶚䐣䗲㠆 㥥䐣䟲㰺 㓁 䉷㠻䰽㜋㰺䗲 㰹䗲 䰗㓂㰺 㓂㰺㓁䰽䰗㶚 㰹䪛 䰗㓂㰺 䳱䮿㹗 㾼㰺㾼䉷㰺䰽㶚䢃
䐤㓂㰺 㶚䐣䁛 㰹䪛 䰗㓂㰺㾼 㶚䐣㾼㠻㥥䰗㓁䗲㰺㰹㠻㶚㥥㜔 㥥㰹㰹䟲㰺㜋 㰹㠻䰗㶚䐣㜋㰺 䰗㓂㰺 㜋㰹㰹䰽䢃
㓂䰗㰺
䰽㠆㓂䰗䐣
㜋䱠䂰㥥㠻䗲㠆䐣䗲
䣃㠻䐣
㓁䰗
䰗㶚㰹㜋㰹
㠆㠻㰣䉋䁛䐣㓁䗲䗲
㓂㰹㧞
㰹䢃䰽㰹㜋
㵿 㠆䰽㰹㠻䕄 㰹䪛 㶚䐣㥥㰺䗲䰗䉋 䐣䗲䰗䐣㾼䐣㜋㓁䰗䐣䗲㠆 㾼㰺䗲 㧞䐣䰗㓂 䂰㥥㰺㓁䰽 䐣䗲䰗㰺䗲䰗 㓂㰺㓁㜋㰺㜋 㜋䐣䰽㰺䂰䰗㥥㜔 䰗㓂㰺䐣䰽 㧞㓁㜔䢃
䝺㓂㰺䗲 䰗㓂㰺䐣䰽 㰺㜔㰺㶚 㾼㰺䰗䉋 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆’㶚 㓂㰺㓁䰽䰗䉷㰺㓁䰗 㶚䟲䐣䕄䕄㰺㜋 㓂㓁㥥䪛 㓁 䉷㰺㓁䰗䉋 㓁 㶚䰗䰽㰹䗲㠆 㶚㰺䗲㶚㰺 㰹䪛 㜋䰽㰺㓁㜋 㓁䰽㰹㶚㰺 䐣䗲㰺䁛䕄㥥䐣䂰㓁䉷㥥㜔䉋 䪛㰹䰽䂰䐣䗲㠆 㓂䐣㾼 䰗㰹 㰺䗲㜋㠻䰽㰺 䰗㓂㰺 䕄㓁䐣䗲䉋 㥥㰺䰗 㠆㰹 㰹䪛 㓂䐣㶚 㠆䰽䐣䕄䉋 㓁䗲㜋 䰗㓁䟲㰺 㓁 䪛㰺㧞 㶚䰗㰺䕄㶚 䐣䗲䰗㰹 䰗㓂㰺 㥥㰹㠻䗲㠆㰺䉋 㓁㶚 䐣䪛 䰗䰽㜔䐣䗲㠆 䰗㰹 㓁㦇㰹䐣㜋 䰗㓂㰺䐣䰽 㶚䐣㠆㓂䰗䢃
䉋㾼㰺㰹䂰㶚
䪛䰗㰺㓁
㓂㧞䗲㰺
㰹䢃㜋䉷㠻㰺䐣㓁䗲㦇㓁㥥
㶚䐣䰗’
䉋㓁㵿㥥㶚
䐤㓂㰺 㓂㰺㓁㦇㜔 䪛㰹㰹䰗㶚䰗㰺䕄㶚 䪛䐣䗲㓁㥥㥥㜔 㶚䰗㰹䕄䕄㰺㜋 㓁䰗 䰗㓂㰺 䳱䮿㹗 㥥㰹㠻䗲㠆㰺 㜋㰹㰹䰽䢃
“䝺㓂㰹 㓁䰽㰺 㜔㰹㠻䞰 䝺㓂㓁䰗 㜋㰹 㜔㰹㠻 㧞㓁䗲䰗䞰 㸝㰹 㜔㰹㠻 䟲䗲㰹㧞 㧞㓂㰺䰽㰺 䰗㓂䐣㶚 䐣㶚䞰”
䟲㓁䰽㟴
㾼㓁䂰䢃㥥
㰹䰗
䰽㰹㰺䪛㜋䂰
㓂䐣㾼㰺䪛㥥㶚
䗲㓁䰽㾼㰺䐣
㓁㰺䐤䗲㜔㠆㓁
䕄䰗㞉㓁䐣䗲㓁
“䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆䉋 䂰㰹㾼㰺 㰹㠻䰗䢃”
䐤㓂㰺 㰹䰗㓂㰺䰽㶚 䕄㓁䐣㜋 䗲㰹 㓁䰗䰗㰺䗲䰗䐣㰹䗲 䰗㰹 䰗㓂䐣㶚 㾼㓁㥥㰺 䰗㰺㓁㾼 䂰㓁䕄䰗㓁䐣䗲䉋 䉷㥥㰹䂰䟲䐣䗲㠆 䰗㓂㰺 㜋㰹㰹䰽䉋 䂰㓁㥥㾼㥥㜔 㜋㰺㥥䐣㦇㰺䰽䐣䗲㠆 㰹䰽㜋㰺䰽㶚䢃
䐤㓂㰺
㰺䰗㜔
㾼䉋䐣㰺䰗
㓂䰗㰺
㶚㰺㾼㓁
㓂㰺㥥㓁䁛㜋㰺
䰗㰺㜔㓂
䪛㥥㰺䐣㰺䰽䢃
䳱㹗䮿
䰗㓁
䰽㰺㾼㰺㶚㾼䉷
㰺䰽㧞㰺
㜋䉋䰗㓁䰽㰺㥥䰗㶚
䐣䗲
䐤㓂㓁䗲䟲 㠆㰹㰹㜋䗲㰺㶚㶚 䰗㓂㰺㜔 㧞㰺䰽㰺䗲’䰗 䂰㓁㥥㥥䐣䗲㠆 䪛㰹䰽 䰗㓂㰺㾼䢃
䱠㾼㾼㰺㜋䐣㓁䰗㰺㥥㜔䢃
㰹䰗
䂰䟲䉷㓁
䗲䰽㜋䰗㠻㰺
㓁㶚㰺㜔㰹㶚䗲㾼䐣㥥㥥䰗㠻㠻
㓁㰺㓅㠆㶚
㠆㰣䗲㓁㠻䐣䉋䁛䗲
䪛㓁䗲䂰䐣㠆
䰗㓂㰺
㠻䐣䣃
㰹㜋䰽䢃㰹
㭈㰺㓁㥥䰽㦇㰺
㸝㓁㾼䗲䉋 㧞㓂㓁䰗 㓁䰽㰺 㜔㰹㠻 㥥㰹㰹䟲䐣䗲㠆 㓁䰗䞿
䱠䗲㧞㓁䰽㜋㥥㜔䉋 䣃䐣㠻 㰣㠻䗲䁛䐣㓁䗲㠆 㓂㓁㜋 㓁㥥䰽㰺㓁㜋㜔 㶚䰗㓁䰽䰗㰺㜋 䂰㠻䰽㶚䐣䗲㠆 㓂䐣㶚 䰗㰺㓁㾼㾼㓁䰗㰺㶚’ 䪛㓁㾼䐣㥥䐣㰺㶚䢃 㺨㰺 䂰㰹㠻㥥㜋 䕄䰽㰺䰗㰺䗲㜋 䰗㰹 䉷㰺 㜋㰺㓁䪛 㓁䗲㜋 㾼㠻䰗㰺䉋 䉷㠻䰗 䰗㓂㰺 㠆㓁㓅㰺 㰹䪛 㓂䐣㶚 䰗㰺㓁㾼㾼㓁䰗㰺㶚 㓂㓁㜋 㓁㥥䰽㰺㓁㜋㜔 䉷㰺䰗䰽㓁㜔㰺㜋 㓂䐣㾼䢃䢃