novelraw Chapter 1065: 1066: A Lively Night
Chapter 1065: 1066: A Lively Night
Capítulo 1065: Chapter 1066: A Lively Night
“Lin Fei, you must be hungry! I’ve prepared a meal for you, come and eat!” Qingcheng came to the table and smiled at Lin Fei.
Her words were filled with concern for Lin Fei.
Lin Fei sat down at the table and looked at Qingcheng, saying, “Qingcheng, tell me! What exactly happened?”
Qingcheng’s brow quickly clouded with worry, and she said, “My father agreed to marry me off to Gao Qiu, the Young Master of the Divine Sword Sect. I… I don’t want to marry him.”
Lin Fei said, “Then why don’t you explain it to your father?”
Qingcheng sat down on the chair, her brows knitted tightly, and shook her head, saying, “It’s no use. My brother has already tried to persuade my father, but he simply won’t listen.”
Then, Qingcheng revealed how her father was eager to use this marriage to climb up to the power of the Gao family of the Divine Sword Sect, completely blinded by the influence of the Gao family.
Hearing this, Lin Fei couldn’t help but look at Qingcheng and ask, “Then what are you planning to do?”
Qingcheng glanced at Lin Fei and then lowered her eyelashes, softly saying, “Lin Fei, aren’t you returning to Huaxia? I want to return to Huaxia with you.”
Then Qingcheng, as if recalling something, asked Lin Fei, “By the way, your friends, after taking your Gathering Yuan Pill, have they made any progress in cultivation?”
Lin Fei nodded, “Yes, there has been progress.”
Then, his expression turned serious, and he got back to the main topic, “Going to Huaxia is not out of the question, but Huaxia doesn’t have the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and the essence of the sun and moon that a Secret Realm offers, which would be extremely detrimental to your cultivation.”
Also, there was one more issue that Lin Fei didn’t voice out loud, which was whether it was worth it for Qingcheng, as the Sect Leader’s daughter, to give up such an identity and the unique cultivation resources here.
Qingcheng murmured, “As long as I don’t have to marry Gao Qiu and can be with you, I am willing to go anywhere.”
When Lin Fei saw Qingcheng say this, with her stunningly beautiful face tinged with a faint blush, as if adorned with rouge, she looked indescribably enchanting.
Seeing this, how could Lin Fei not understand Qingcheng’s feelings for him?
He finally realized why Qingcheng was so anxious to send him a Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission; she had fallen for him and thus didn’t want to marry Gao Qiu.
Lin Fei naturally had feelings for Qingcheng too. When he first met Qingcheng and Qing Dong on Crow Island, he was severely injured after a fierce battle with the Four Lords of Dragon Mountain, and the Qing siblings invited him to join the Qingxu Sect.
She gave Lin Fei a Nine Revolutions Soul Reviving Pill to treat Li Guang, and a Jade Dew Nourishing Tendon Pill to heal his injuries. Her kindness left a deep impression on Lin Fei from the very start.
Such a kind and beautiful senior sister Qingcheng, who was well-liked by everyone in the Qingxu Sect, how could Lin Fei not be fond of her?
However, Lin Fei had never thought of his fondness for Qingcheng in terms of romantic love between a man and a woman.
But at this moment, Lin Fei just realized that even though he hadn’t thought of it this way, Qingcheng somehow had already developed feelings for him.
For Lin Fei, he already had enough women around him, and adding Qingcheng would make his harem rather large.
Lin Fei had to carefully consider, afraid that a single mistake could lead to a harem war, which even he might not be able to resolve.
However, he couldn’t refuse to help Qingcheng.
But where should Qingcheng go?
Huaxia was certainly not an option; for one, Qingcheng couldn’t meet Senior Sister, Yuxi, Zimo; and second, Huaxia couldn’t compare to the Secret Realm’s cultivation environment, and legendary masters couldn’t even cultivate there; and if the Qingxu Sect and Divine Sword Sect sent a large number of legendary masters and Ninth Layer Martial Saint disciples into Huaxia to search for Qingcheng, it would surely bring disaster to the Huaxia civilians.
Now the only option was for Qingcheng to temporarily hide at the Flying Heaven Sword Sect.
“Qingcheng, I know a place where you can temporarily hide. Why don’t you come with me there for a while, and return to the Qingxu Sect after your father changes his mind?” Lin Fei said to Qingcheng.
Qingcheng didn’t mind not going to Huaxia, as long as she could be with Lin Fei, she would agree no matter where they went, even to the ends of the earth.
“Alright, then let’s leave the Qingxu Sect tonight.”
Lin Fei nodded.
“Lin Fei, hurry and eat.” Qingcheng picked up the chopsticks in front of her, picked up a piece of meat, and placed it in Lin Fei’s bowl.
Lin Fei started feeling a bit hungry after traveling for hours from the Flying Heaven Secret Realm to the Qingxu Secret Realm, so he nodded to Qingcheng.
“Qingcheng, you must not have eaten yet either! Let’s eat together!”
Joy radiated from Qingcheng’s eyes as she nodded at Lin Fei, “Mm-hmm.”
She indeed hadn’t eaten, as she was waiting for Lin Fei to return.
The two began to use chopsticks to pick up dishes and eat, and the atmosphere was surprisingly warm.
For the first time, Qingcheng felt that dining with a man was such bliss; so this is what it feels like to love someone.
As Qingcheng ate the meal, her eyes seemed almost overflowing with sweetness.
Lin Fei also felt that dining with Qingcheng was very natural and comforting, the feeling akin to dining with family.
Meanwhile, the Qingxu Hall was brightly lit.
Qing Tiancheng and several elders kept toasting Gao Qiu.
Gao Qiu frequently raised his glass in return, and the hall was filled with a lively atmosphere.
However, Qing Dong, who sat at the table, did not show any sign of joy, but rather a tense expression.
He was just waiting for the banquet to end, for his father and Gao Qiu to drink themselves into a stupor, so he could quietly take his sister and leave the Qingxu Secret Realm.
Meanwhile, Gao Qiu, with a hint of drunkenness, glanced at Qing Dong and laughed, “My future brother-in-law, why do you not seem happy tonight? Come, let me toast to you.”
Qing Dong directly refused, “I’m not feeling well, I can’t drink.”
“Qing Dong, since when are you not feeling well? Come and have a drink with your future brother-in-law.” Qing Tiancheng put on a stern face and told his son.
Qing Dong clasped his hands and said, “I’m sorry father, I’m really not feeling well today and can’t drink, and Qingcheng hasn’t married the Young Master yet, so we can’t address him as brother-in-law.”
“You…” Qing Tiancheng’s face showed anger, his hand pointing at his son in frustration, unable to speak. He really couldn’t understand why Qing Dong didn’t grasp his painstaking efforts.
The reason he agreed to this marriage with the Gao family was none other than for Qing Dong’s and the Qingxu Sect’s better future.
“Father, don’t be angry. My brother-in-law is right, once I marry Qingcheng, I’ll truly be a brother-in-law.” Gao Qiu said with a generous smile.
Then Gao Qiu looked at Qing Dong with a caring demeanor and asked, “By the way, brother-in-law, why is Qingcheng not at the banquet tonight?”
“My sister isn’t feeling well today, so she didn’t come.” Qing Dong replied in a cold tone.
“Qingcheng isn’t feeling well?” Gao Qiu didn’t really believe in such a coincidence but displayed a deeply concerned expression, “Since Qingcheng isn’t feeling well, as her fiancé, I should naturally go and see her.”
With that, Gao Qiu stood up from his seat.
Qing Dong certainly didn’t want Gao Qiu to disturb Qingcheng at the Qingcheng Pavilion, so he said, “My sister isn’t feeling well and has already gone to bed early. Young Master should see her tomorrow instead.”
“No, if I don’t see her, I’ll be worried all night, and besides, Qingcheng and I are already engaged, it wouldn’t be inappropriate to see her, would it?” insisted Gao Qiu, eager to see Qingcheng.
Qing Dong wanted to stop him, but Qing Tiancheng had already said to Gao Qiu, “If the Young Master wishes to see Qingcheng, let me accompany you.”
Qing Tiancheng knew that Qingcheng didn’t attend the banquet because she was angry with him, and if Gao Qiu went to see her by himself now, he might face embarrassment from her.
But if he went along, he could prevent his daughter from being discourteous.
䖷䆘
盧
盧
櫓
㰬䂶㤊
盧
㰬㥰
䂶䧸䪃䪈
櫓
蘆
䘻㰬
魯
擄
老
䌞䲫䕛䲫㰬㢓䂶
櫓
㥰㰬䮿㓒䪃
䦗䩲㥰䂶䪈 䩲䖷㤊䖷䆘䪃䖷㤊䣑 䌞䖷㤊㤊䂶䪈䝹 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䆘䕛䖷䌞 㥰㰬 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑䝹 “㢷’㙕 䣑㰬䖷㤊䣑 䩲㰬䪈 䕛 㢓䕛䲫䃕䲸”
“㢷’䲫䲫 䣑㰬 㢓䖷㥰䪃 㣹㰬㓒䝹” 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䆘䕛䖷䌞䲸
䲸䲸䲸
㥏䂶䖷䮭
䖷㤊䞝
䳮䪃䂶 䪈䂶䕛䆘㰬㤊 䪃䂶 㢓䕛㤊㥰䂶䌞 㥰㰬 䣑㰬 㰬㓒㥰 䩲㰬䪈 䕛 㢓䕛䲫䃕 㢓䕛䆘 䲾䂶䮿䕛㓒䆘䂶 㥰䪃䂶 㥰㢓㰬 㰬䩲 㥰䪃䂶㙕 㢓䂶䪈䂶 䕛䲫㰬㤊䂶 䖷㤊 䕛 䪈㰬㰬㙕䝹 䕛㤊䌞 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䕛䲫䪈䂶䕛䌞㣹 䃕㤊䂶㢓 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑’䆘 䩲䂶䂶䲫䖷㤊䣑䆘 㥰㰬㢓䕛䪈䌞䆘 䪃䖷㙕䲸 㘩䂶 㢓䕛䆘 䕛䩲䪈䕛䖷䌞 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 㢓㰬㓒䲫䌞 㥰䕛䲫䃕 䕛䲾㰬㓒㥰 䂶㙕㰬㥰䖷㰬㤊䆘䲸
䦗㤊䌞 䪃䂶 䌞䖷䌞㤊’㥰 䃕㤊㰬㢓 䪃㰬㢓 㥰㰬 䪈䂶䆘䤭㰬㤊䌞䲸
䂶䪃
䣑㰬
䖷䌞䆘䕛
䂶䪃
㰬䲫㢓䌞㓒
䕛䲫䃕䲸㢓
䩲䂶䂶㰬䝹䪈䂶䪈䳮䪃
䕛
䪈䩲㰬
㷱㓒㥰 䪃䂶 䌞䖷䌞㤊’㥰 䂶䊫䤭䂶䮿㥰 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 㢓㰬㓒䲫䌞 䕛䲫䆘㰬 㢓䕛㤊㥰 㥰㰬 䣑㰬 䩲㰬䪈 䕛 㢓䕛䲫䃕 㢓䖷㥰䪃 䪃䖷㙕䲸
䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䮿㰬㓒䲫䌞㤊’㥰 䪈䂶䩲㓒䆘䂶䝹 䆘㰬 䪃䂶 㤊㰬䌞䌞䂶䌞䮭 “䢈䃕䕛㣹䲸”
㥰㰬㓒
㰬㥰
䂶㤊䪈㥰䖷䂶
䂶䂶䪈䣑㙕䣑䖷㤊
㤊㙕㰬㰬
㥰䕛㤊䪃䲾䖷䣑
䆘䲫䂶䒸䪈䖷
㥰㰬㢓
䪃䂶㥰
䕛
㤊䖷
䩲㰬
䕛
䕛䣑䲸䀻㓒䂶
㤊䝹䲫䒸䖷䤭䖷㰬䕛
䖷㤊
䲫䒸䂶䖷
䲫㣹㤊㰬
㤊䳐䣑䣑䮿䂶䖷㤊䪃
䪈䲾䖷䪃㥰䣑
䆘䂶䂶
䪃㥰䂶
䂶䳮䪃
㹒㤊㰬䕛䲫䒸䖷䖷
㰬䩲
䲫㢓䕛䌞䃕䂶
㣹䃕䆘䝹
䂶䪃㥰
㥰䪃䖷䣑㤊
䦗䆘 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑’䆘 䪈䂶䆘䖷䌞䂶㤊䮿䂶䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 㹒䕛䒸䖷䲫䖷㰬㤊 䮿㰬䒸䂶䪈䂶䌞 䕛 䒸䕛䆘㥰 䕛䪈䂶䕛䝹 㢓䖷㥰䪃 㢓䖷㤊䌞䖷㤊䣑 䮿㰬䪈䪈䖷䌞㰬䪈䆘䝹 䤭䕛䲫䕛㥰䖷䕛䲫 䤭䲫䕛㥰䩲㰬䪈㙕䆘䝹 䕛㤊䌞 㥰㰬㢓䂶䪈䆘䝹 䕛䲫䲫 䲾䂶䕛㓒㥰䖷䩲㓒䲫 䕛㤊䌞 䣑䪈䕛㤊䌞䲸
䳮䪃䂶 㥰㢓㰬 䕛䪈䪈䖷䒸䂶䌞 䕛㥰 䕛 䆘㙕䕛䲫䲫 䤭䕛䒸䖷䲫䖷㰬㤊 䖷㤊 䩲䪈㰬㤊㥰 㰬䩲 䕛 䲫㰬㥰㓒䆘 䤭㰬㤊䌞䲸
㤊䕛䌞
䲫䲫䩲㓒
䖷㤊
䪃䳮䂶
䖷䣑㤊㥰䪃
䆘㤊䪃䝹䖷䣑㙕㙕䖷䂶䪈
㢓㥰䪃䖷
䆘㓒㰬䲫㥰
䪈䮿䕛㣹䣑䪈㤊䖷
䂶䪈䲾䂶䀻䂶
䩲䪈䲸㤊䪈䮿䕛䕛䂶䣑
䪃㥰䂶
㰬䩲
䲾䒸䕛㰬䂶
㰬㤊
䲾䲫㰬䝹㰬㙕
䂶䕛㢓䆘䒸
䣑㰬㰬䪃㙕㤊䖷㥰䲫
䪈䮿䂶䩲䂶䌞䂶㥰䲫
䪃䂶㥰
㢓䆘䂶䪈㰬䩲䲫
䤭㤊䝹㰬䌞
䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 㢓䕛䆘 䮿䕛䤭㥰䖷䒸䕛㥰䂶䌞 䲾㣹 㥰䪃䖷䆘 䤭䖷䮿㥰㓒䪈䂶䆘䂰㓒䂶 䆘䮿䂶㤊䂶 㰬䩲 㥰䪃䂶 㙕㰬㰬㤊䲫䖷㥰 䲫㰬㥰㓒䆘 䤭㰬㤊䌞䲸
䆇㓒䆘㥰 䕛䆘 䪃䂶 㢓䕛䆘 䕛䲾䆘㰬䪈䲾䂶䌞 䖷㤊 㥰䪃䂶 䲾䂶䕛㓒㥰㣹䝹 䕛 䤭䕛䖷䪈 㰬䩲 䲾䂶䕛㓒㥰䖷䩲㓒䲫 䪃䕛㤊䌞䆘䝹 䲫䖷䃕䂶 㢓䪃䖷㥰䂶 䝴䕛䌞䂶䝹 䣑䂶㤊㥰䲫㣹 㢓䪈䕛䤭䤭䂶䌞 䕛䪈㰬㓒㤊䌞 䪃䖷㙕 䩲䪈㰬㙕 䲾䂶䪃䖷㤊䌞䲸
㤊䲫䕛䖷䂶䪃䌞
䩲㰬
䂶䪃
䮿䣑䕛䪈䕛䂶䩲㤊䪈
䖷’㥏䆘䂶
㥰㤊䝹䆘䂶䩲䩲䂶䌞䖷
㤊䞝䖷
䖷䳐䪃䣑㤊䣑䮿䂶䲸㤊
䲾㰬㣹䌞
䕛䌞㤊
㥰䪃䂶
“䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷䝹 㢷 䲫䖷䃕䂶 㣹㰬㓒䲸䲸䲸” 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑’䆘 䒸㰬䖷䮿䂶䝹 䣑䂶㤊㥰䲫䂶 㣹䂶㥰 䌞䂶㥰䂶䪈㙕䖷㤊䂶䌞䝹 䮿䕛㙕䂶 䩲䪈㰬㙕 䲾䂶䪃䖷㤊䌞 䪃䖷㙕䲸
䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑’䆘 䮿䪃䂶䂶䃕䆘 㢓䂶䪈䂶 䕛䆘 䪈䂶䌞 䕛䆘 䪈䖷䤭䂶 䕛䤭䤭䲫䂶䆘䝹 㣹䂶㥰 㥰䪃䂶䪈䂶 㢓䕛䆘㤊’㥰 㥰䪃䂶 䆘䲫䖷䣑䪃㥰䂶䆘㥰 䪃䖷㤊㥰 㰬䩲 䪈䂶㥰䪈䂶䕛㥰 䖷㤊 䪃䂶䪈 䂶㣹䂶䆘䲸 䧎䪃䂶 㢓䕛䆘 䌞䂶㥰䂶䪈㙕䖷㤊䂶䌞 㥰㰬 䩲䖷䣑䪃㥰 䩲㰬䪈 䆘㰬㙕䂶㥰䪃䖷㤊䣑 䖷㙕䤭㰬䪈㥰䕛㤊㥰䲸
䊫䮿㥰䤭䂶䂶
䖷㤊䞝
㥰䕛㥰䪃
䖷㥏䂶
䌞㰬㢓㓒䲫
䖷䪃䆘㥰
䖷䌞䌞
㰬㤊㥰
㰬䮿䂶㙕䲸
㙕㰬㙕㥰㤊䂶
㷱㓒㥰 䪃㰬㢓 䆘䪃㰬㓒䲫䌞 䪃䂶 䕛㤊䆘㢓䂶䪈 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑䊪
䦗㥰 㥰䪃䖷䆘 㙕㰬㙕䂶㤊㥰䝹 䣑䖷䣑䣑䲫䂶䆘 䮿䕛㙕䂶 䩲䪈㰬㙕 㤊䂶䕛䪈䲾㣹䲸 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䲫㰬㰬䃕䂶䌞 䖷㤊 㥰䪃䂶 䌞䖷䪈䂶䮿㥰䖷㰬㤊 㰬䩲 㥰䪃䂶 䆘㰬㓒㤊䌞 䕛㤊䌞 䆘䕛㢓䝹 䕛 䩲䂶㢓 䌞㰬䀻䂶㤊 㙕䂶㥰䂶䪈䆘 䕛㢓䕛㣹䝹 䩲䕛䮿䂶䆘 㰬䩲 䣑䖷䪈䲫䆘 䤭䂶䂶䃕䖷㤊䣑 䕛䲾㰬䒸䂶 䕛 䪈㰬㓒㤊䌞 䕛䪈䮿䪃䝹 䮿㰬䒸䂶䪈䖷㤊䣑 㥰䪃䂶䖷䪈 㙕㰬㓒㥰䪃䆘 䕛㤊䌞 䆘㤊䖷䮿䃕䂶䪈䖷㤊䣑䲸
䪃䳮㣹䂶
䩲㰬
㰬㹒㤊䲫䕛䒸䖷䖷䲸
䂶䪈䂶㢓
䪃㥰䂶
䮿䤭䆘䖷䖷䂶䲫䆘䌞
䩲䂶㙕䲫䂶䕛
䖷䪃䣑䣑䂶䳐䮿㤊㤊
䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䣑䂶㤊㥰䲫㣹 䪈䂶㙕䖷㤊䌞䂶䌞 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑䝹 䆘䕛㣹䖷㤊䣑䝹 “䃆㰬㓒䪈 䆘䖷䆘㥰䂶䪈䆘 䕛䪈䂶 㢓䕛㥰䮿䪃䖷㤊䣑䲸 䂤㰬㓒䲫䌞 㣹㰬㓒 䲫䂶㥰 䣑㰬䊪”
㘩㰬㢓䂶䒸䂶䪈䝹 䖷㤊䆘㥰䂶䕛䌞 㰬䩲 䲫䂶㥰㥰䖷㤊䣑 䣑㰬䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䮿䲫䕛䆘䤭䂶䌞 䪃䂶䪈 䝴䕛䌞䂶 䪃䕛㤊䌞䆘 㥰䖷䣑䪃㥰䲫㣹 㥰㰬䣑䂶㥰䪃䂶䪈 䕛㤊䌞 䪃㓒䣑䣑䂶䌞 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷’䆘 㢓䕛䖷䆘㥰 䂶䒸䂶㤊 㙕㰬䪈䂶 㥰䖷䣑䪃㥰䲫㣹䲸
䖷䞝㤊
㥏䮭䂶䖷
䲸䲸䲸
“䞝䂶㥰 㥰䪃䂶㙕 㢓䕛㥰䮿䪃 䖷䩲 㥰䪃䂶㣹 㢓䕛㤊㥰䝹 㢷’㙕 㤊㰬㥰 䕛䩲䪈䕛䖷䌞䲸” 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䆘䕛䖷䌞 䪈䂶䆘㰬䲫㓒㥰䂶䲫㣹䲸
䧎䕛㣹䖷㤊䣑 㥰䪃䖷䆘䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䣑䂶㤊㥰䲫㣹 䲫䂶䕛㤊䂶䌞 䪃䂶䪈 䩲㰬䪈䂶䪃䂶䕛䌞 䕛䣑䕛䖷㤊䆘㥰 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷’䆘 䆘䪃㰬㓒䲫䌞䂶䪈䲸
䤃䂶䧸䖷”
䩲”䢈
䖷㡄䆘䆘
䆘㥰䕛㡄䪈䂶
㤊㰬㓒䣑䃆
䖷䂶䃕䆘䲫
䮿䪈㰬㓒䝹䂶䆘
“䃆㰬㓒㤊䣑 㡄䕛䆘㥰䂶䪈 䤃䖷䂶 䖷䆘 䖷㙕䤭䂶䮿䮿䕛䲾䲫䂶 䖷㤊 㙕䕛䪈㥰䖷䕛䲫 䕛䪈㥰䆘 䕛㤊䌞 䮿䪃䕛䪈䕛䮿㥰䂶䪈䲸 㡄䖷䆘䆘 䕛㤊䌞 䃆㰬㓒㤊䣑 㡄䕛䆘㥰䂶䪈 䤃䖷䂶 㢓䖷䲫䲫 䲾䂶 䪃䕛䤭䤭㣹 㥰㰬䣑䂶㥰䪃䂶䪈䲸”
“㢷 䕛䲫䆘㰬 㥰䪃䖷㤊䃕 䃆㰬㓒㤊䣑 㡄䕛䆘㥰䂶䪈 䤃䖷䂶 䕛㤊䌞 㡄䖷䆘䆘 䕛䪈䂶 䕛 䤭䂶䪈䩲䂶䮿㥰 㙕䕛㥰䮿䪃䲸”
䪈䕛䲫䌞䕛䂶㣹
㢓䂶䩲
䦗
䆘䆘䆘㓒䖷䣑䖷㤊䮿䌞
䕛䤭䲫㣹䪃䖷䤭
䂶㣹㥰䪃
䂶䖷䪃䲸㢓䪈䤭䆘
䲾䆘䮿䂶䂶㓒䕛
䂶㥏䖷
䆘㰬
䪃䂶䲾䪈㰬㥰
䕛䪃䌞
䪈䂶㢓䂶
㰬㥰
䖷䌞䲫䆘䂶䖷䤭䮿䆘
㰬䖷㤊㥰䮿䂶䌞
䪃㥰㙕䝹䂶
㤊䞝䖷
䂶䩲䂶㙕䲫䕛
㤊㥰䌞䖷䌞’
㘩㰬㢓䂶䒸䂶䪈䝹 䕛㙕䖷䌞䆘㥰 㥰䪃䂶䖷䪈 䲫䖷䒸䂶䲫㣹 䮿䪃䕛㥰㥰䂶䪈䝹 㥰䪃䂶㣹 䌞䖷䌞㤊’㥰 䪈䂶䕛䲫䖷䀻䂶 䕛 䩲䂶㢓 䩲䖷䣑㓒䪈䂶䆘 䪃䕛䌞 䕛䤭䤭䂶䕛䪈䂶䌞 䲾䂶䪃䖷㤊䌞 㥰䪃䂶㙕䲸
䳮䪃䂶䆘䂶 䩲䖷䣑㓒䪈䂶䆘 㢓䂶䪈䂶 䳐䖷㤊䣑 䳮䖷䕛㤊䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑䝹 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑 㵙㰬㤊䣑䝹 䕛㤊䌞 㥰䪃䂶 㿉䪈䕛㤊䌞 㿧䲫䌞䂶䪈 㰬䩲 㥰䪃䂶 㵙䖷䒸䖷㤊䂶 䧎㢓㰬䪈䌞 䧎䂶䮿㥰䝹 㥏䖷䪈䂶 䂤䲫㰬㓒䌞 㵙䪈䕛䣑㰬㤊䲸
䕛㓒䪈䂶䪃䣑䌞㥰
䖷䆘䪃
㢓䖷㥰䪃
䖷䪃䆘
㤊䖷䞝
䂶㰬㥰䩲䕛䖷䮿䩲㤊䲸
䪈䪃䂶
䕛䪈䣑䖷䂶䤭䤭㤊䕛
㰬㤊
䕛
䝹䕛䆘㢓
䌞䪃䕛㤊䆘
䂶㰬䂶䪃䪈㥰䣑㥰
㰬䆘㓒䂶䝹䲫䌞䪃䪈
㤊䌞䂶㥰䂶䆘䲫
䪈䌞㤊䕛㰬㓒
䲫䂶䖷䃕
䝹䌞䤭㰬㤊
䳮㤊䪃䖷䕛㤊䂶䮿䣑
䂶䕛䂶䲫䕛䃕䤭䲾䆘㤊㓒
㤊㓒䌞䪈䂶
䕛䌞䪃䂶
䲫㙕䖷㤊㰬㰬㥰
㢓䖷䪃㥰
㥰䪃䂶
䖷㤊䣑䳐
㥏䖷’䂶䆘
䖷䕛䝹㥰㢓䆘
㤊䪈㥰䂶䖷䣑䆘
䤭㰬㓒䮿䂶䲫
㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒’䆘 䂶㣹䂶䆘 䣑䲫䖷㤊㥰䂶䌞 㢓䖷㥰䪃 䝴䂶䕛䲫㰬㓒䆘㣹 䕛㤊䌞 䕛㤊䣑䂶䪈䲸 䘻㰬 㢓㰬㤊䌞䂶䪈 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 㢓䕛䆘 䮿㰬䲫䌞 㥰㰬㢓䕛䪈䌞䆘 䪃䖷㙕䡝 䆘䪃䂶 䕛䲫䪈䂶䕛䌞㣹 䪃䕛䌞 䆘㰬㙕䂶㰬㤊䂶 䖷㤊 䪃䂶䪈 䪃䂶䕛䪈㥰䊪
㡄㰬䪈䂶㰬䒸䂶䪈䝹 㙕䂶䂶㥰䖷㤊䣑 䲫䖷䃕䂶 㥰䪃䖷䆘 㰬㤊 䕛 㙕㰬㰬㤊䲫䖷㥰 㤊䖷䣑䪃㥰䲸
㤊䞝䖷
䧎㥰䝹䂶䮿
㓒䪈䂶㤊䌞
㥰㰬
䒸䖷㵙䖷䂶㤊
䪃䆘䖷
䖷㤊㤊䳐䮿䂶䣑䣑䪃
㥰䧎䮿䂶
㢓䪃㰬
䪃䌞䕛
䂶䮿㰬㙕
䂶㘩
㰬㷱
䌞䕛䪃
㥏䂶㤊䝹䣑
㤊䕛䌞
䂶䤃䖷
㰬㥰䌞䲫
䂶㢓䪃䆘㰬
㤊䖷䖷㵙䂶䒸
㰬㤊䌞䂶䝴䖷
䪃䂶㥰
䖷䪃㙕
䲫䖷䃕䌞䂶
㰬㥰
䪃㢓䂶㤊
䂶䂶㰬㤊㰬䆘㙕
㥰䂶䪃
䂶䪃
㓒䆘䝴㥰
䪈䲫䂶䌞䲫䂶䕛䮿
䂶㤊㙕䕛
䖷䲫䕛䆘䕛
䣑㓒㤊䊫䳐䖷
䆘䕛㢓
䧎㰬䌞䪈㢓
䆘䝹㰬㤊
㥰䂶䪃
䃆㤊㓒䕛
䂶䪈䕛䲫
㥰䂶䝹䮿䧎
䂶䲫㥰䩲
㥰䪃䕛㥰
䲸㥏䂶䖷
䪈㰬㢓䌞䧎
䘻㰬㢓 䖷㥰 䆘䂶䂶㙕䂶䌞 䃆㓒䕛㤊 㷱㰬 䕛㤊䌞 䪃䖷䆘 䆘㰬㤊 㢓䂶䪈䂶 䪈䖷䣑䪃㥰䲸
“㥏䕛㥰䪃䂶䪈䝹 㢓䪃㰬 䖷䆘 㥰䪃䖷䆘 㙕䕛㤊䊪” 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒 䲫㰬㰬䃕䂶䌞 䕛㥰 䳐䖷㤊䣑 䳮䖷䕛㤊䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䕛㤊䌞 䕛䆘䃕䂶䌞 䮿㰬䲫䌞䲫㣹䲸
䪃䪈䕛䮿
䣑㤊䖷䳐
㥰䪃䂶
㰬㿉䕛
䳐䖷㓒
䖷㤊䳐䣑䲸”
䂶㡄䆘䪈㥰䕛
㤊䂶䝹䳮䪃䖷䣑䮿㤊䕛
䂶䕛䌞䝹䂶䪈䞝
“㤊䣑䂶㿉䖷㥰䆘䪈䂶
䪃㥰䂶
䤭䌞䖷䕛
䂶䪈䣑䀻䕛䲫㤊䖷䖷
䲫䕛䂶䖷㤊㤊䣑
䮿䂶㥰䧎
㤊䕛䖷㥰䆘䣑䕛
䌞䕛䝹㤊
㢓䂶䂶䪈
㥰䂶䩲䦗䪈
䪃㥰䂶䖷䪈
䪃䂶㥰
䪈䖷㣹㓒䪈䲫䂶䪃䌞
䣑䃆㰬㤊㓒
䣑䲫䖷䆘䪈
㥰䌞䪈䕛㥰䲫䆘䂶
㰬䩲
䆘䂶䪈䮿䂶䂶㤊䤭
㥰䆘䮿䂶䤭䆘䂶䝹䪈
䆘䂶䝹䃕䤭㰬
㓒䪈㤊㰬䌞
㡄䂶䕛㤊㢓䪃䖷䲫䂶䝹 䖷㤊 㥰䪃䂶 䤭䕛䒸䖷䲫䖷㰬㤊䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑䝹 䪃䂶䕛䪈䖷㤊䣑 䪃䂶䪈 䩲䕛㥰䪃䂶䪈 䕛䪈䪈䖷䒸䂶䝹 䂰㓒䖷䮿䃕䲫㣹 䪈䂶䲫䂶䕛䆘䂶䌞 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷䝹 䪃䂶䪈 䩲䕛䮿䂶 䩲䲫㓒䆘㥰䂶䪈䂶䌞䝹 䕛㤊䌞 䆘䕛䖷䌞 㥰㰬 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷䝹 “䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷䝹 䲫䂶䕛䒸䂶 䂰㓒䖷䮿䃕䲫㣹䧸”
䧎䪃䂶 㢓䕛㤊㥰䂶䌞 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 㥰㰬 䲫䂶䕛䒸䂶 䂰㓒䖷䮿䃕䲫㣹 䲾䂶䮿䕛㓒䆘䂶 䆘䪃䂶 䩲䂶䕛䪈䂶䌞 䪃䂶䪈 䩲䕛㥰䪃䂶䪈 䕛㤊䌞 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒 㢓㰬㓒䲫䌞㤊’㥰 䆘䤭䕛䪈䂶 䪃䖷㙕䲸
㤊䂶䲫䖷䒸䕛䣑
㣹㙕
䊪”䂶䕛䞝䂶䒸
䲫䮿㰬䌞
㣹䂶䣑㤊䂶䖷
䂶䕛䮿㙕
䊪㤊䮿䂶䕛䩲䖷”é
䂶䕛䩲䪈㥰
䩲㰬
䳮䪃䃕䣑㤊䖷䖷㤊
䣑䪃䪃䪈㥰䲸㓒㰬
㥰㤊䪃䝹䂶
䮿䖷㰬䂶䒸
㥰䆇㓒䆘
䕛
䧎㓒䌞䌞䂶㤊䲫㣹䝹 㢓䖷㥰䪃 䕛 䆘㢓䖷䆘䪃䝹 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒 䆘㢓㰬㰬䤭䂶䌞 䌞㰬㢓㤊 䖷㤊 䩲䪈㰬㤊㥰 㰬䩲 㥰䪃䂶 䤭䕛䒸䖷䲫䖷㰬㤊 䲫䖷䃕䂶 䕛 䒸㓒䲫㥰㓒䪈䂶䝹 䂶㣹䂶䆘 䆘䪃䕛䪈䤭䝹 䲫㰬㰬䃕䖷㤊䣑 䕛㥰 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 㢓䖷㥰䪃 䕛 㙕㰬䮿䃕䖷㤊䣑 䂶䊫䤭䪈䂶䆘䆘䖷㰬㤊䲸
䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䩲㓒䪈䪈㰬㢓䂶䌞 䪃䂶䪈 䲾䪈㰬㢓䆘 䕛㤊䌞 䪃䂶䪈 䂶㣹䂶䆘 䩲䲫䕛䆘䪃䂶䌞 㢓䖷㥰䪃 䕛㤊䣑䂶䪈 䕛䆘 䆘䪃䂶 䆘䕛䖷䌞 㥰㰬 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒䝹 “䃢䪃㰬 䖷䆘 㣹㰬㓒䪈 䩲䖷䕛㤊䮿é䂶䊪”
䪈㙕㣹䕛䪈
㿉䕛㰬
䌞㓒䂶䣑䕛䲫䪃䝹
㰬㥰
㰬㣹㓒
㣹㙕
㤊㓒䃆㰬䣑
㓒䪈㰬㣹
㣹㓒㰬
㣹䌞䕛”䳮㰬
䂶䣑䪈䌞䂶䕛
㢓㰬㤊
㤊é䮿䕛䩲䖷”䂶䲸
䪃䆘㥰䖷
䂶㥰䪈䕛䪃䩲
䪈䕛㣹䌞䲫䕛䂶
㥰䕛䪈䆘䂶㡄䝹
㰬䆘
㰬㥰
䕛䪈䂶
䳐䖷㓒
䳮䪃䂶㤊 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒’䆘 䣑䕛䀻䂶 㥰㓒䪈㤊䂶䌞 㥰㰬 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷䝹 “䦗䆘 䩲㰬䪈 䆘㰬㙕䂶 䤭䂶㰬䤭䲫䂶䝹 䌞䕛䪈䖷㤊䣑 㥰㰬 䮿㰬䒸䂶㥰 㙕㣹 㢓㰬㙕䕛㤊䝹 㢷 䮿䕛㤊 㰬㤊䲫㣹 䃕䖷䲫䲫 䪃䖷㙕䲸”
䦗䆘 䆘㰬㰬㤊 䕛䆘 䪃䂶 䩲䖷㤊䖷䆘䪃䂶䌞 䆘䤭䂶䕛䃕䖷㤊䣑䝹 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒 䩲䲫䖷䤭䤭䂶䌞 䪃䖷䆘 䤭䕛䲫㙕䝹 䩲䕛䮿䖷㤊䣑 㓒䤭㢓䕛䪈䌞䝹 䮿䕛㓒䆘䖷㤊䣑 䕛 䒸䖷䲾䪈䕛㥰䖷㰬㤊䕛䲫 㢓䕛䒸䂶 䖷㤊 㥰䪃䂶 䕛䖷䪈䝹 䕛䆘 䕛 䲾㓒䪈㤊䖷㤊䣑 㰬䪈䲾䝹 䲫䖷䃕䂶 䕛 䪈䖷䆘䖷㤊䣑 䆘㓒㤊䝹 䕛䤭䤭䂶䕛䪈䂶䌞䲸
䕛
䪈䖷䌞䲸㓒䆘䕛
㔅㥰䂶䪈㥰䂶䂶㙕㤊
䂶䲫㢷㣹䖷䝹㙕䕛䂶䌞㙕㥰
㰬䩲
䤭䆘䪈䂶䕛䌞
䕛
㰬䩲䂶䮿䪈
䂶䤭䩲㓒䪈㰬䲫㢓
䪃㥰㢓䖷䖷㤊
䤭䪈䂶㓒䆘䆘䂶䪈
䦗㥰 㥰䪃䖷䆘 㙕㰬㙕䂶㤊㥰䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑 䳮䖷䕛㤊䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䂰㓒䖷䮿䃕䲫㣹 䆘㥰䂶䤭䤭䂶䌞 䩲㰬䪈㢓䕛䪈䌞 㥰㰬 䮿䲫䕛䆘䤭 䪃䖷䆘 䩲䖷䆘㥰䆘 㥰㰬㢓䕛䪈䌞䆘 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒䝹 䆘䕛㣹䖷㤊䣑䝹 “䧎㰬㤊㔅䖷㤊㔅䲫䕛㢓䝹 䤭䲫䂶䕛䆘䂶 䆘䪃㰬㢓 㙕䂶䪈䮿㣹䲸 䳮䪃䖷䆘 䤃䖷䂶 㥏䂶㤊䣑 䪃䕛䆘 䮿㰬㤊㥰䪈䖷䲾㓒㥰䂶䌞 䣑䪈䂶䕛㥰䲫㣹 㥰㰬 㰬㓒䪈 䳐䖷㤊䣑䊫㓒 䧎䂶䮿㥰 䕛㤊䌞 䖷䆘 䕛㤊 䖷㤊䌞䖷䆘䤭䂶㤊䆘䕛䲾䲫䂶 䂶䊫䤭䂶䪈㥰䲸”
㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒䝹 䪃㰬㢓䂶䒸䂶䪈䝹 䲫㰬㰬䃕䂶䌞 䕛㥰 䳐䖷㤊䣑 䳮䖷䕛㤊䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 㢓䖷㥰䪃 䕛 䮿㰬䲫䌞 䆘㙕䖷䲫䂶䝹 “㷱㓒㥰 䩲䕛㥰䪃䂶䪈䝹 㥰䪃䖷䆘 䣑㓒㣹 䌞䕛䪈䂶䆘 㥰㰬 䮿㰬䒸䂶㥰 㙕㣹 䩲䖷䕛㤊䮿é䂶䝹 䆘䪃㰬㓒䲫䌞 㢷 䝴㓒䆘㥰 䲫䂶㥰 䪃䖷㙕 䣑㰬䊪”
䳐䖷㤊䣑
䆘䆘㥰㣹䕛
䆘䪃䖷
䪃䂶
䌞㤊䕛
㰬㥰
䕛䪃䲫䝹䌞䂶㤊
㢷䩲”
䪃䳮䖷䮿㤊䕛䣑㤊䂶
䂶㓒䪈䆘
䝹㙕䂶
䲫䂶㙕䆘㰬㤊㣹䲫
㰬䩲㙕䪈
䲫㢓䲫䖷
䕛䆘䌞䪈䖷䂶
㰬㥰
䕛㙕䂶䃕
䪃䌞䕛㤊
㤊䌞䕛䪃
䂶䖷䤃
䕛㢓㣹䕛
䂶䒸㰬䌞㢓䝹
㰬㣹㓒
㤊㥏䂶䣑
䆘䪈㥰㥰㓒
䪃䖷䲸䣑䣑䳐䮿䂶㤊㤊”
䂶㙕
䳐䖷㤊䣑 䳮䖷䕛㤊䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 㢓䕛㤊㥰䂶䌞 㥰㰬 䤭䪈㰬㥰䂶䮿㥰 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䲾䂶䮿䕛㓒䆘䂶 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䪃䕛䌞 䤭䪈䂶䒸䖷㰬㓒䆘䲫㣹 䌞䂶䩲䂶䕛㥰䂶䌞 䃆㓒䕛㤊 㘩㓒㰬䝹 䪈䂶㙕㰬䒸䖷㤊䣑 䕛 㙕䕛䝴㰬䪈 㥰䪃䪈䂶䕛㥰 䩲㰬䪈 䪃䖷㙕䲸
㡄㰬䪈䂶㰬䒸䂶䪈䝹 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 㢓䕛䆘 䪃䖷䣑䪃䲫㣹 䆘䃕䖷䲫䲫䂶䌞 㣹䂶㥰 䪃㓒㙕䲾䲫䂶䝹 䕛㤊䌞 䂶䒸䂶㤊 䕛 䩲䪈䖷䂶㤊䌞 㥰㰬 䳐䖷㤊䣑 㵙㰬㤊䣑䲸 䃢䖷㥰䪃 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷’䆘 䪃䂶䲫䤭䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑 㵙㰬㤊䣑’䆘 䩲㓒㥰㓒䪈䂶 䮿㰬㤊㥰䪈㰬䲫 㰬䩲 䳐䖷㤊䣑䊫㓒 䧎䂶䮿㥰 㢓㰬㓒䲫䌞 䲾䂶 㙕㰬䪈䂶 䆘㥰䕛䲾䲫䂶䲸
㙕䪃䖷
䖷䞝㤊
㰬㥰
䖷䮿䂶㤊㤊䀻䣑䪈䣑㰬䖷
䪃䆘䖷
䂶㘩
䆘㰬㤊䲸
䆘䕛
䲫䲫㓒䕛䲾䕛䂶䒸
䪈䩲㰬
䂶㢓䕛㤊㥰䌞
㥏䝹䂶䖷
䂶䂶䃕䤭
㘩㰬㢓䂶䒸䂶䪈䝹 㿉䕛㰬 䳐䖷㓒 䌞䖷䌞 㤊㰬㥰 䤭䲫䕛㤊 㥰㰬 䆘䤭䕛䪈䂶 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷䲸
“㥏䕛㥰䪃䂶䪈䝹 㥰䪃䖷䆘 䤃䖷䂶 㥏䂶㤊䣑 䕛㤊䌞 㙕㣹 䩲䖷䕛㤊䮿é䂶 䕛䪈䂶 䆘㰬 䲾䪈䕛䀻䂶㤊䲸 㢷䩲 㢷 䌞㰬㤊’㥰 䮿䪈䖷䤭䤭䲫䂶 䪃䖷䆘 㙕䕛䪈㥰䖷䕛䲫 䕛䪈㥰䆘 䕛㤊䌞 䂶䊫䤭䂶䲫 䪃䖷㙕 䩲䪈㰬㙕 䳐䖷㤊䣑䊫㓒 䧎䂶䮿㥰䝹 䮿㰬㤊㥰䖷㤊㓒䖷㤊䣑 㢓䖷㥰䪃 㥰䪃䖷䆘 㙕䕛䪈䪈䖷䕛䣑䂶 㢓㰬㓒䲫䌞 䲾䪈䖷㤊䣑 䆘䪃䕛㙕䂶 㥰㰬 㥰䪃䂶 㵙䖷䒸䖷㤊䂶 䧎㢓㰬䪈䌞 䧎䂶䮿㥰 䃆㰬㓒㤊䣑 㡄䕛䆘㥰䂶䪈䧸”
䪈䒸㣹䂶
䩲䖷
䕛䕛䲫㤊䖷䮿䂶䲫
㰬㥰
䌞䆘㢓㰬䪈
䂶䣑䖷䮿䪃㤊䳮䕛㤊
䳐䣑䖷㤊
䖷㥏䝹䂶
㥰䪃䂶
䪈䪈䣑䕛䖷䂶䕛㙕
㥰㰬㤊㤊㓒䂶䖷䮿
䕛䪈䡝䲫䂶䮿
㤊㰬㥰
䕛㿉㰬
䖷㤊䞝
䣑㤊䖷䳐
㣹䪈䕛䲫䕛䂶䌞
䂶䪃
䤭䂶䂶䃕
㥰䪃䂶
䖷’㓒䳐䆘
㣹䕛䲸䖷䲫㙕䩲
䂶䌞㢓䕛㤊㥰
䪈㢓䂶䂶
㰬䲫㓒䌞㢓
䪃䖷㢓㥰
䳮䪃䖷䆘 㙕䕛䌞䂶 䳐䖷㤊䣑 䳮䖷䕛㤊䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䩲㓒䪈䪈㰬㢓 䪃䖷䆘 䲾䪈㰬㢓䲸 䢈㤊 㰬㤊䂶 䆘䖷䌞䂶 㢓䕛䆘 䒸䕛䲫㓒䕛䲾䲫䂶 㥰䕛䲫䂶㤊㥰 䩲㰬䪈 䳐䖷㤊䣑 㵙㰬㤊䣑’䆘 䩲㓒㥰㓒䪈䂶䝹 䕛㤊䌞 㰬㤊 㥰䪃䂶 㰬㥰䪃䂶䪈䝹 䕛 䤭㰬㢓䂶䪈䩲㓒䲫 䕛䲫䲫㣹 䖷㤊 㥰䪃䂶 㵙䖷䒸䖷㤊䂶 䧎㢓㰬䪈䌞 䧎䂶䮿㥰䲸
䦗䩲㥰䂶䪈 䮿䕛䪈䂶䩲㓒䲫 㥰䪃㰬㓒䣑䪃㥰䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑 䳮䖷䕛㤊䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䌞䂶䮿䖷䌞䂶䌞 㥰㰬 㙕䕛䃕䂶 䕛 䤭䕛䖷㤊䩲㓒䲫 䮿䪃㰬䖷䮿䂶䝹 㥰䪃䂶㤊 䲫㰬㰬䃕䂶䌞 䕛㥰 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷 䮿㰬䲫䌞䲫㣹 䕛㤊䌞 䆘䕛䖷䌞䝹 “䤃䖷䂶 㥏䂶㤊䣑䝹 䕛䆘 䕛 㙕䕛䆘㥰䂶䪈 㰬䩲 䳐䖷㤊䣑䊫㓒 䧎䂶䮿㥰䝹 㣹㰬㓒 䩲䕛䖷䲫䂶䌞 㥰㰬 䕛䲾䖷䌞䂶 䲾㣹 䖷㥰䆘 䪈㓒䲫䂶䆘 䕛㤊䌞 㰬䩲䩲䂶㤊䌞䂶䌞 㥰䪃䂶 㵙䖷䒸䖷㤊䂶 䧎㢓㰬䪈䌞 䧎䂶䮿㥰 䃆㰬㓒㤊䣑 㡄䕛䆘㥰䂶䪈䲸 䢈䪈䖷䣑䖷㤊䕛䲫䲫㣹䝹 㣹㰬㓒 䆘䪃㰬㓒䲫䌞 䪃䕛䒸䂶 䲾䂶䂶㤊 䂶䊫䂶䮿㓒㥰䂶䌞䝹 䲾㓒㥰 䮿㰬㤊䆘䖷䌞䂶䪈䖷㤊䣑 㣹㰬㓒䪈 䮿㰬㤊㥰䪈䖷䲾㓒㥰䖷㰬㤊䆘䝹 㢷 㰬㤊䲫㣹 䌞䂶㙕䕛㤊䌞 㥰䪃䕛㥰 㣹㰬㓒 䮿䪈䖷䤭䤭䲫䂶 㣹㰬㓒䪈 㙕䕛䪈㥰䖷䕛䲫 䕛䪈㥰䆘 䕛㤊䌞 䲫䂶䕛䒸䂶 䳐䖷㤊䣑䊫㓒 䧎䂶䮿㥰䲸”
䳐䣑䖷㤊
䪃䖷䆘
䪈㙕䩲㰬
䂶㵙㤊䖷䖷䒸
䕛㤊䌞
㥰䲸䂶䧎䮿
㓒㰬䲫㢓䌞
㥰㣹䪈
䖷䪃㙕
㰬㢓䪈䌞䧎
䌞䖷䌞
䖷㤊䞝
䊫䂶䂶䤭䲫
䆘䂶䕛䪈䣑㓒’䌞㥰䪃
䂶䮿䂶㥰䊫䤭
㣹䪈䮿䪈㓒
㥰䂶䪃
䂶䖷䆘䤭䤭㤊䆘䕛䪃
䧎㥰䮿䂶
㥰㰬
䂶㥏䖷
䪃㥰㢓䖷
㥰㰬㤊
㥰䪃㤊䂶
㤊䳐䊫䖷䣑㓒
㰬㥰
䝴㥰䆘㓒
䕛䩲䪈㰬䒸
䮿䕛䮿䆘䖷䂶䩲䪈䖷
䕛㤊㤊䮿䖷䂶䣑䳮䪃
“䧎䂶䮿㥰 䞝䂶䕛䌞䂶䪈 䳐䖷㤊䣑䝹 䖷㥰 䆘䂶䂶㙕䆘 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 㢓䕛䆘 䪈䖷䣑䪃㥰䲸 䃆㰬㓒’䒸䂶 㥰䪈㓒䲫㣹 䲾䂶䂶㤊 䲾䲫䖷㤊䌞䂶䌞 䲾㣹 㥰䪃䂶 䤭㰬㢓䂶䪈 㰬䩲 㥰䪃䂶 㵙䖷䒸䖷㤊䂶 䧎㢓㰬䪈䌞 䧎䂶䮿㥰䲸 㢷 䌞㰬㤊’㥰 㤊䂶䂶䌞 㣹㰬㓒 㥰㰬 䌞䪈䖷䒸䂶 㙕䂶 䕛㢓䕛㣹䡝 㢷’䲫䲫 䲫䂶䕛䒸䂶 㰬㤊 㙕㣹 㰬㢓㤊䲸 㡄㰬䪈䂶㰬䒸䂶䪈䝹 㢷 㢓㰬㤊’㥰 䲫䂶㥰 㣹㰬㓒 䆘䕛䮿䪈䖷䩲䖷䮿䂶 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑’䆘 䪃䕛䤭䤭䖷㤊䂶䆘䆘 䩲㰬䪈 䤭㰬㢓䂶䪈䲸 㥏䪈㰬㙕 㥰㰬䌞䕛㣹 㰬㤊㢓䕛䪈䌞䝹 䳐䖷㤊䣑䮿䪃䂶㤊䣑 䖷䆘 㙕㣹 㢓㰬㙕䕛㤊䝹 㤊㰬 㰬㤊䂶 䖷䆘 䕛䲫䲫㰬㢓䂶䌞 㥰㰬 㥰㰬㓒䮿䪃 䪃䂶䪈䧸” 䞝䖷㤊 㥏䂶䖷’䆘 䂶㣹䂶䆘 䆘䪃㰬㤊䂶 䲾䪈䖷䣑䪃㥰䲫㣹䝹 䕛㤊䌞 䕛䆘 䪃䂶 䆘䤭㰬䃕䂶䝹 䕛 㤊䕛㥰㓒䪈䕛䲫 䪈䖷䣑䪃㥰䂶㰬㓒䆘㤊䂶䆘䆘 䂶㙕䕛㤊䕛㥰䂶䌞 䩲䪈㰬㙕 䪃䖷㙕䝹 㙕䕛䃕䖷㤊䣑 䪃䖷㙕 䖷㤊䒸䖷㰬䲫䕛䲾䲫䂶䲸䲸