novelraw Chapter 1185: 782: Oddball
Chapter 1185: 782: Oddball
Capítulo 1185: Chapter 782: Oddball
Chapter 783
“Chuxia, run!” Zhao Yulan urgently shouted to her daughter, “Your mom is fine. This young man won’t hurt me, listen to your mom, hurry!”
Having regained his senses, Qin Haotian listened to Zhao Yulan’s shouts and suddenly knelt down, his knees buckling genuinely: “Auntie, I just have a favor to ask of you, I have no intention of hurting you. I’m really not lying, of course, if you’re not reassured, feel free to hold onto me.”
When he knelt down forcefully, Zhao Yulan thought he was trying to break free, so she held him tighter, but even then he still knelt down. Hearing what he said now, Zhao Yulan believed she really misunderstood.
But to be safe, she dared not let go of him, still gripping his arm tightly: “Child, us two not screaming for help is already giving you a chance, if you play tricks, you’re letting us down…”
Chuxia listened, overwhelmed by her mother’s rambling. If he were truly a thug, he wouldn’t listen to all this. However, thinking twice, it’s evident that her mom believed him already; this was just an extra precaution.
Chuxia saw Qin Haotian’s actions clearly just now and also believed he meant no harm. Otherwise, given his strength, her mother couldn’t possibly hold him back. She threw away the stone she was holding: “Mom, let him go, let him speak.”
Zhao Yulan hesitated a little.
Qin Haotian simply plunked down on the ground: “Auntie, now don’t you believe me? Even if I had some intentions, it would take me a while to get up, right?”
“You could flip over and be up in no time.” Zhao Yulan said this but still let him go, quickly walking to her daughter’s side to protectively stand behind her.
Chuxia reached out and grabbed her mother’s arm: “Mom, don’t worry, if he tries something, I can handle him. Your daughter, after all, has been trained, right?”
Qin Haotian said: “Why don’t you tie me up?”
Chuxia, becoming impatient, said: “Stop babbling, hurry and say what you need to. If your actions just now weren’t so dangerous, would we be so wary of you? Also, our countless encounters at school weren’t just a coincidence. The fact that we trust you now is extremely generous.”
“My aunt is Qin Xiangyi…” Qin Haotian looked steadily at Chuxia, “You should remember her, right?”
“Mm.” Chuxia nodded. Of course, she remembered. During Old Lady Jiang’s birthday party, Qin Xiangyi tried to make fun of her but ended up helping her instead. The angry look in Qin Xiangyi’s eyes is something she’d remember forever.
“I’m her nephew.”
Chuxia looked speechless: “I can do the math myself, can we get to the point?”
“My dad’s name is Qin Xiangjiang, and he’s quite fond of my aunt. He treats my aunt’s matters as his own. To help my aunt, he indeed did some not-so-good things.
But those were all at my aunt’s instruction, you can’t blame my dad. Now that my aunt and uncle have divorced, my dad’s workplace terminated his job relationship.
I came to see you hoping you’d consider that my dad didn’t do anything to really harm you and give him a way out. Don’t say you can’t resolve this; my aunt already mentioned your status in the Zhou family. She said as long as you speak up, my dad’s job is assured.
If it weren’t for being at the end of my rope, I wouldn’t beg you like this. Actually, I deliberately crossed paths with you to talk about this, but there was always someone by your side, and I never had the chance to say it.”
Chuxia looked at him calmly: “Where is your dad’s work relationship?”
“An inspector at the A City Tractor Factory,” Qin Haotian replied.
She faintly heard footsteps behind her, shifted slightly, and saw it was her father. Her heart instantly calmed down. She had been thinking about how to smoothly get away.
Even though Qin Haotian seemingly meant no harm temporarily, who knows if he would do something extreme if she refused him?
Earlier, she had merely pretended to scare him by saying she had training. Her family knew her best; even if she weren’t pregnant, she wouldn’t stand a chance against Qin Haotian, let alone be unable to fight now.
“Why are you out so long today? Who’s this?” Lin Baohe looked at Qin Haotian sitting on the ground, puzzled. Why would someone do this in freezing winter unless their mind was off?
“My mother-in-law’s rival’s brother’s son.” Chuxia straightforwardly told Lin Baohe Qin Haotian’s identity. Otherwise, her dad might help him up, and she couldn’t take chances. The look of disdain in Qin Haotian’s eyes when they first met was unmistakably clear to her.
He also just said that asking her for help was a last resort. From the look in his eyes at the time, he was probably blaming everything on her, or perhaps it was something his aunt said.
However, if that’s the case, this man is truly despicable. Just now, he told her directly that it was his aunt who forced his father to act, clearly not approving of his aunt himself.
Anyway, no matter what’s going on, Qin Haotian is already a confirmed jerk in Chuxia’s mind.
Lin Baohe, being so protective of his daughter, immediately stood guard in front of his wife and daughter upon hearing this: “What does he want to do? Why didn’t you two call for help earlier?”
“I was thinking that if we wrongly accused the kid, it wouldn’t be good.” Zhao Yulan explained the situation to her husband in detail, and as she finished speaking, Lin Baohe waved his hands at his wife and daughter, “What are you still standing here for? Get home quickly, it’s such a cold day, aren’t you worried about your health? You as a mother aren’t sensible either, not just the child!”
Listening to her father’s scolding, Chuxia inexplicably wanted to laugh; while feeling a warm glow in her heart. Her father was worried about them and didn’t want to unjustly blame Qin Haotian, so he deliberately used this method. But how could she just leave her father there?
“Dad, let me talk to him…” Chuxia took a step forward, grabbed Lin Baohe’s arm, and whined playfully, “I’ll be fine. Stay with me, okay?”
“What’s there to talk about?” Lin Baohe frowned, “It’s not your fault. His aunt made a mistake and ended up like this. Who’s to blame? If his father was competent and good at his job, would they have let him go?”
“Uncle, if there were any other way, I wouldn’t be begging you guys like this, especially…” Qin Haotian stood up, a trace of embarrassment and anger on his face, “Especially since I’m also a university student!”
“So what if you’re a university student?” Lin Baohe snorted, “Does being a university student make you superior? Besides, when your mom tried to humiliate my daughter, why didn’t she think about being an elder at all?”
“What do I have to do for you to help?” Qin Haotian asked, looking at Chuxia.
“Tell me first what your last resort is.”
Not being immediately rejected, Qin Haotian visibly perked up: “After my aunt divorced, she moved into our home, saying she used to take care of us, and now it’s our turn to care for her.
My dad and mom thought she had been kind and felt sorry for her current situation, so they agreed to let her stay. But soon after, my dad lost his job, my mom’s health declined, and my grandparents fell ill. Our family really couldn’t make ends meet.
I’ve been dating someone for two years, originally planning to get married this New Year. But after learning my dad lost his job, her parents opposed the marriage this year, saying to wait until we graduate.
She also applied to our school, and recently got particularly close to a male classmate. When I asked her, she said I was overthinking. I knew then, if this goes on, she’ll soon be someone else’s bride.
All our neighbors and relatives know about us, and if things end like this, I’ll truly have no face to return home. Our family was once envied by others, but if things continue like this, we might really face total ruin.
I don’t want to end up alone when I graduate. Lin Chuxia, if you help my dad, you’re essentially saving our entire family. My aunt won’t create problems for your family again, and I’ll be grateful to you forever.”
After hearing Qin Haotian’s explanation, Chuxia felt this was an extremely self-centered man who blamed all problems on others, as if it was only natural for others to help him, and for them to immediately forgive him for any harm.
“That’s your reason?” Giving him a brief look, Chuxia turned to leave, “Dad, Mom, let’s go home!”
“You…” Qin Haotian’s face turned red with anger, veins bulging in his hand. Since childhood, no one had dared to look down on him like this. Oh, perhaps that’s not true; before last year, no one dare belittle him, but now…
Were it not for his extraordinary talent in academics, he would probably end up like his father, being a worthless drifter. In his opinion, as a university student, he would definitely be able to repay the favor to the Zhou family after graduation. The reason he approached Lin Chuxia was that it seemed easiest to reach her. Who would’ve thought, this woman could be so heartless!
“Chuxia, let mom accompany you to school tomorrow.” Zhao Yulan suggested worriedly, glancing back at Qin Haotian still standing there.
Chuxia shook her head, seeing her mom anxious to say something, she quickly interjected, “I’ll call Zhou Mikang right away and ask him to arrange it.”
Lin Baohe immediately agreed, “Yes, let Xiaomi arrange it, it’s safer. It’s ultimately inconvenient for you to follow her, what would her classmates think?”
Zhao Yulan glared at her husband, unconvinced, “I don’t care what others think, I just want my daughter to be safe and sound. Is face more important than life?”
“Mom, you’re overthinking.” Chuxia laughed at her, “Qin Haotian doesn’t have the guts. If I weren’t being cautious, I wouldn’t even bother notifying Zhou Mikang.” (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, feel free to vote with recommendations and monthly votes on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is the greatest motivation for me. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
老
魯
盧
㗋䲅䛠
魯
㤱㻸
䲅㤱㬽䞘
擄
蘆
爐
䋙䠒䃓䠸䓙䥣䢙䞘
路䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣䊣
盧爐”㥎㻸㰷 䠸䲅䣦䞘䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽 䃓䓙䠒䠒䞘㤱㗲” 䵔䠸 䠸䲅䲅㤱 䓙䠸 䋙䃓䞘䄱 䠸䋙䞘䠒䠒䞘㰷 䋙䃓䢙䲅㿌㒽䃓 䋙䃓䞘 㰷䲅䲅䢙䆞 㝲䓪㰷 䝂䓙䠸䋙䞘䢙 䫿䓙㤱䆞 㗋䃓䲅 䃓䓙㰷 䨨䞘䞘㤱 㗋䓙㻸䋙㻸㤱㒽 䓙㤱䩐㻸䲅㿌䠸䓪䄱 䓙䋙 䃓䲅䣦䞘䆞 䥣䓙䣦䞘 㿌䠒 㗋㻸䋙䃓 䓙 㗋䲅䢙䢙㻸䞘㰷 䞘䩐䠒䢙䞘䠸䠸㻸䲅㤱㬽
䢙㷿䲅
㤱䓙㰷
䲅䋙䄱䓙㰷䆞
䢙㷿䲅
䋙㻸
䓪䠸䋙䲅䓪䢙䆞
䋙䣦䲅䠸
䃓䋙䋙䓙
䠸䆞䃓䋙㻸
䝂䢙䠸䞘䋙䓙
䞘㤱㤱䞘䢙䥣䲅䞘㰷㿌䋙
䢙䨨䞘䓙
䞘䄱䃓䋙
䓙䃓䓪㷿
䓙㤱
㬽䲅䃓㿌䢙
䓙䣦㗋䢙䆞
㤱䓙
䲅䠸
䨨䞘
䓙㤱
㬽䣦䲅䃓䠸㒽㻸㤱䞘䋙
㻸䋙
䲅㿌䋙
䥣䲅㰷䓪
㷿䟯
䃓䋙䞘
䲅䢙䣦䋙䃓䞘
䋙䓙
㦖䋙㿌
㤱䃓䞘㗋
䐾䲅䃓䓙
䃓㰷䓙
䋙䞘䢙㗋䓙䞘䃓
䋙䄱䠸䓙
䬧䲅䢙䣦
䞘䋙㗋㤱
䥣䲅㿌䥣䞘㤱䓪㰷㰷
㤱䞘䓙䄱䓪䢙
㰷㝲䓪
䃓䋙䞘
㤱㻸
㰷䠸䋙䞘㻸㿌䲅
㻸䋙
䃓㬽䲅䢙㿌
䥣䲅㤱䓪䋙’㿌㰷
䓙
㿌䠸䆞㻸䞘䠸
㗋䠸䓙
䋙䃓㒽㿌䓙䢙㰷䞘
䋙䃓㻸䠸
䋙䣦㿌䠸
䓙䫿㤱
㤱䨨䞘䞘
䆞䞘䢙㗋䃓䞘䋙䓙
䋙䓪㿌䲅㗋’㰷㤱
䨨㿌䋙
㤱䲅䓪㒽㬽
䠸䆞㛣䓪䓪䓙㿌䄱
䡰䓙㤱㿌䓪
䞘䨨
䓙䞘䃓䱆
䞘䃓䢙
䲅㿌㗋㰷䓪
䞘㒽㻸䓪䋙㤱䋙
䞘䃓㿌䋙㰷䓙䢙㒽
“䫿䞘 㒽䲅䋙 䠸䋙䲅䠒䠒䞘㰷 䨨䄱 䋙䃓䞘 㤱䞘䠒䃓䞘㗋 䲅㷿 䣦䄱 䣦䲅䋙䃓䞘䢙䊣㻸㤱䊣䓪䓙㗋’䠸 䢙㻸䱆䓙䓪㬽㬽㬽” 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 䨨䢙㻸䞘㷿䓪䄱 䢙䞘䥣䓙䠒䠒䞘㰷 㗋䃓䓙䋙 䃓䓙㰷 䃓䓙䠒䠒䞘㤱䞘㰷䆞 䓙㤱㰷 䨨䞘㷿䲅䢙䞘 䋙䃓䞘 䲅䓪㰷 䣦䓙䠸䋙䞘䢙 䥣䲅㿌䓪㰷 䠸䓙䄱 䓙㤱䄱䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽䆞 䠸䃓䞘 䊎㿌㻸䥣䚬䓪䄱 䢙䞘㷿䓪䞘䥣䋙䞘㰷 䲅㤱 䃓䞘䢙䠸䞘䓪㷿䆞 “䟯䋙 㗋䓙䠸 䣦䄱 㷿䓙㿌䓪䋙䆞 䟯 㗋䓙䠸㤱’䋙 䱆㻸㒽㻸䓪䓙㤱䋙 䞘㤱䲅㿌㒽䃓㬽 䟯’䓪䓪 䥣䓙䓪䓪 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 䢙㻸㒽䃓䋙 㤱䲅㗋㬽”
㺮䞘䞘㻸㤱㒽 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙’䠸 㒽㿌㻸䓪䋙䄱 䓪䲅䲅䚬䆞 㝲䓪㰷 䝂䓙䠸䋙䞘䢙 䫿䓙㤱 䥣䃓㿌䥣䚬䓪䞘㰷 䓙㤱㰷 䠸䃓䲅䲅䚬 䃓㻸䠸 䃓䞘䓙㰷䆞 “㬺䲅 䓙䃓䞘䓙㰷㬽㬽㬽” 䛠䃓䞘㤱 䃓䞘 䋙㿌䢙㤱䞘㰷 䋙䲅 䐾䃓䓙䲅 䡰㿌䓪䓙㤱 䓙㤱㰷 䆼㻸㤱 㦖䓙䲅䃓䞘䆞 “㥎䲅㤱’䋙 㗋䲅䢙䢙䄱䆞 䞘䱆䞘㤱 㻸㷿 㦖䓙䲅䃓䞘 㰷䲅䞘䠸㤱’䋙 㒽䲅 䲅㿌䋙䆞 䋙䃓䞘䢙䞘 㗋䲅㤱’䋙 䨨䞘 䓙㤱䄱 䋙䢙䲅㿌䨨䓪䞘㬽”
䃓㗋㻸䋙
䓙
㰷㻸㤱䆞䠸㻸䞘
㿌䟨䠸䋙
䋙䞘䃓䣦䆞
䋙䠸㻸䓪䓪
㤱䓙㰷
䠸㿌㤱㬽䞘䄱䓙
䞘䓪䋙㷿
䆼㻸㤱
䞘䣦䠸㿌䓙㰷䠸
䨨㻸䋙
㰷䓪䲅
䡰㤱䓙㿌䓪
䃓䋙䞘
䞘㻸䓪䣦䆞䠸
㦖䓙䃓䲅䞘
㗋䓙䠸
䥣䢙䲅㷿䲅㒽䋙㻸㤱䣦
䐾䲅䃓䓙
㿌䋙䨨
㰷㰷㤱䲅㰷䞘
䋙䢙䓙䞘䣦䠸
䄱䞘䋙䃓
䵔䠸 䋙䃓䞘 䠸䓙䄱㻸㤱㒽 㒽䲅䞘䠸䆞 䄱䲅㿌 䥣䓙㤱’䋙 㒽㿌䓙䢙㰷 䓙㒽䓙㻸㤱䠸䋙 䞘䱆䞘䢙䄱䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽㬽 㒏䱆䞘㤱 㻸㷿 䋙䃓䞘䄱 㻸㤱㷿䲅䢙䣦䞘㰷 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽䆞 䋙䃓䞘䄱 䥣䲅㿌䓪㰷㤱’䋙 䃓䓙䱆䞘 䠸䲅䣦䞘䲅㤱䞘 㷿䲅䓪䓪䲅㗋 䋙䃓䞘㻸䢙 㰷䓙㿌㒽䃓䋙䞘䢙 䓙䢙䲅㿌㤱㰷 䋙䃓䞘 䠸䥣䃓䲅䲅䓪 䓙䓪䓪 䋙䃓䞘 䋙㻸䣦䞘㬽 䛠䃓䞘㻸䢙 㰷䓙㿌㒽䃓䋙䞘䢙 䠒䢙䲅䨨䓙䨨䓪䄱 㗋䲅㿌䓪㰷㤱’䋙 䓙㒽䢙䞘䞘 䋙䲅 䠸㿌䥣䃓 䓙䢙䢙䓙㤱㒽䞘䣦䞘㤱䋙䠸 䞘㻸䋙䃓䞘䢙㬽
䵔㷿䋙䞘䢙 䢙䞘䋙㿌䢙㤱㻸㤱㒽 䋙䲅 䃓䞘䢙 䢙䲅䲅䣦䆞 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 䥣䓙䓪䣦䞘㰷 䃓䞘䢙䠸䞘䓪㷿 㰷䲅㗋㤱 䓙㤱㰷 㷿㻸䢙䠸䋙 㰷㻸䓙䓪䞘㰷 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽’䠸 䲅㷿㷿㻸䥣䞘㬽 䵔㷿䋙䞘䢙 䋙䃓䢙䞘䞘 䢙㻸㤱㒽䠸䆞 䟨㿌䠸䋙 䓙䠸 䠸䃓䞘 㗋䓙䠸 䓙䨨䲅㿌䋙 䋙䲅 䃓䓙㤱㒽 㿌䠒䆞 䠸䲅䣦䞘䲅㤱䞘 䠒㻸䥣䚬䞘㰷 㿌䠒㬽
䲅㪛䓪””䓪䞘㬽
䃓䞘䛠
䞘㷿䓪䓙㬽䞘䣦
䲅㻸䱆䥣䞘
䃓䋙䋙䓙
㗋䠸䓙
㗋䞘䓙䞘䢙㰷㤱䠸
㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 㗋䓙䠸 䋙䓙䚬䞘㤱 䓙䨨䓙䥣䚬 㷿䲅䢙 䓙 䣦䲅䣦䞘㤱䋙䆞 䋙䃓䞘㤱 䠸䓙㻸㰷䆞 “䟯’䣦 䓪䲅䲅䚬㻸㤱㒽 㷿䲅䢙 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽㬽”
“㪛䞘’䠸 㤱䲅䋙 䃓䞘䢙䞘㬽 䝂䓙䄱 䟯 䚬㤱䲅㗋 㗋䃓䲅 䄱䲅㿌 䓙䢙䞘㗲”
䩐䃓㛓㿌䓙㻸
㬽䞘㻸”㗋㷿
“䣦䟯’
㗋㰷䆞㤱䲅䞘䢙㷿
㻸䃓䠸
“㝲䃓䆞 䲅䃓䆞 㻸䋙’䠸 䠸㻸䠸䋙䞘䢙䊣㻸㤱䊣䓪䓙㗋㬽㬽㬽” 䛠䃓䞘 㷿䞘䣦䓙䓪䞘 䱆䲅㻸䥣䞘 㤱䲅䋙㻸䥣䞘䓙䨨䓪䄱 䨨䞘䥣䓙䣦䞘 䣦䲅䢙䞘 䞘㤱䋙䃓㿌䠸㻸䓙䠸䋙㻸䥣䆞 “㥎㻸䱆㻸䠸㻸䲅㤱 㛓䲅䣦䣦䓙㤱㰷䞘䢙 䐾䃓䲅㿌 㗋䞘㤱䋙 䋙䲅 䋙䃓䞘 䢙䞘䠸䋙䢙䲅䲅䣦㬽 䟯’䓪䓪 䓪䞘䋙 䃓㻸䣦 䚬㤱䲅㗋 䓙㤱㰷 䃓䓙䱆䞘 䃓㻸䣦 䥣䓙䓪䓪 䄱䲅㿌 䨨䓙䥣䚬 䢙㻸㒽䃓䋙 䓙㗋䓙䄱 㗋䃓䞘㤱 䃓䞘 䢙䞘䋙㿌䢙㤱䠸㬽”
“㝲䚬䓙䄱㬽” 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 䢙䞘䠒䓪㻸䞘㰷 䨨䢙㻸䠸䚬䓪䄱 䓙㤱㰷 䃓㿌㤱㒽 㿌䠒 䋙䃓䞘 䠒䃓䲅㤱䞘㬽
㻸䞘䱆䬧
㻸䩐㿌㤱䲅䠸䓙
䃓㗲㤱䓙”䞘䠒㰷䠒䞘
㻸㰷䚬䠒䞘䥣
䋙䃓䓙㗋
䋙㒽䲅䃓䃓㿌䢙
‘䓙䝂㒽㻸㤱䠸䚬
䥣䲅䞘䱆㻸
䠸䓙
䠸䓪㻸㒽䄱䃓䋙䓪
䠒䲅䃓䞘㬽㤱
㤱㻸
䢙䓙㤱䆞㒽
䋙䞘䃓
㿌㻸䣦䋙䞘㤱䠸
䐾䃓䲅㿌
䲅䣦䢙䲅
䃓䞘䢙
䞘䣦䓙䥣
䞘䲅㤱䃓䠒
㿌䆞”㻸䃓㛓䓙䩐
䓪䓙䋙䞘䢙䆞
䠒㿌
䋙䃓䞘
䞘䠸䃓
䠸䲅㤱䲅
䠸䓙
“㓛㻸㤱 㠼㻸䓙㤱㒽䄱㻸’䠸 㤱䞘䠒䃓䞘㗋 䓙䓪䠸䲅 㒽䲅䋙 㻸㤱䋙䲅 䝂䞘㰷㻸䥣䓙䓪 㛣㤱㻸䱆䞘䢙䠸㻸䋙䄱㬽㬽㬽” 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 㰷䞘䋙䓙㻸䓪䞘㰷 䋙䃓䞘 䞘䱆䞘㤱㻸㤱㒽’䠸 䞘㤱䥣䲅㿌㤱䋙䞘䢙䆞 䓙㤱㰷 䓙㷿䋙䞘䢙 䠸䃓䞘 㷿㻸㤱㻸䠸䃓䞘㰷 䠸䠒䞘䓙䚬㻸㤱㒽䆞 䋙䃓䞘䢙䞘 㗋䓙䠸 䠸㻸䓪䞘㤱䥣䞘 䲅㤱 䋙䃓䞘 䲅䋙䃓䞘䢙 䞘㤱㰷 㷿䲅䢙 䓙 䣦䲅䣦䞘㤱䋙䆞 㷿䲅䓪䓪䲅㗋䞘㰷 䨨䄱 䓙 䠸㻸㒽䃓䆞 “䵔䢙䞘 䄱䲅㿌 㿌䠒䠸䞘䋙㗲”
“㒀䲅㬽” 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 䠸䋙㿌䨨䨨䲅䢙㤱䓪䄱 㰷䞘㤱㻸䞘㰷 㻸䋙㬽
䓪䓙䄱䛵䓪”䞘
㤱䲅”㗲䋙
㪛䓙䱆㻸㤱㒽 䓙䓪䣦䲅䠸䋙 䥣䓙䓪䣦䞘㰷 䃓䞘䢙䠸䞘䓪㷿 㰷䲅㗋㤱䆞 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 䠸㿌㰷㰷䞘㤱䓪䄱 㷿䓪䓙䢙䞘㰷 㿌䠒䆞 “䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽䆞 䓙䢙䞘㤱’䋙 䄱䲅㿌 䨨䞘㻸㤱㒽 䋙䲅䲅 䣦㿌䥣䃓㗲 䟯䋙’䠸 䓪䓙䋙䞘 䓙䋙 㤱㻸㒽䃓䋙䆞 䟯 䋙䞘䓪䓪 䄱䲅㿌 䠸䲅䣦䞘䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽 䃓䓙䠒䠒䞘㤱䞘㰷䆞 䓙㤱㰷 䄱䲅㿌 㰷䲅㤱’䋙 䞘䱆䞘㤱 䠸䓙䄱 䓙 㗋䲅䢙㰷 䲅㷿 䥣䲅䣦㷿䲅䢙䋙䆞 䟨㿌䠸䋙 䓙䠸䚬 䠒䲅㻸㤱䋙䓪䞘䠸䠸 䊎㿌䞘䠸䋙㻸䲅㤱䠸㗲 䟯䠸 䋙䃓䓙䋙 㷿㿌㤱 㷿䲅䢙 䄱䲅㿌㗲”
㒏䱆䞘㤱 䲅䱆䞘䢙 䋙䃓䞘 䠒䃓䲅㤱䞘䆞 䠸䃓䞘 䥣䲅㿌䓪㰷 䠸䞘㤱䠸䞘 䋙䃓䞘 䣦䓙㤱 䲅㤱 䋙䃓䞘 䲅䋙䃓䞘䢙 䞘㤱㰷 㗋䓙䠸 䠸䣦㻸䓪㻸㤱㒽䆞 䓙䠸 䃓㻸䠸 䱆䲅㻸䥣䞘 䨨䞘䥣䓙䣦䞘 㤱䲅䋙㻸䥣䞘䓙䨨䓪䄱 䓪㻸㒽䃓䋙䞘䢙䆞 “䵔䓪䢙㻸㒽䃓䋙䆞 䟯 㗋䓙䠸 㗋䢙䲅㤱㒽䆞 䟯 䚬㤱䲅㗋 䓙䨨䲅㿌䋙 㗋䃓䓙䋙 䄱䲅㿌 䠸䓙㻸㰷㬽”
“”㪛㗲䃓㿌
䄱䢙䣦㻸䋙䲅㤱䣦䞘䓪䓙
䠸䞘㷿㤱䲅䥣䞘㰷䠸
㰷㿌䓪䥣䲅
㤱㰷㿌䆞䠸䋙㤱䞘
㻸䓙䢙㤱䓪䲅䋙㿌䓪㗲䄱䱆
䞘䨨
㗋䓙䠸
䃓䩐㿌㻸㛓䓙
䋙㻸
䲅㪛䓙䋙䓙㤱㻸
㓛㻸㤱
“㥎㻸㰷 䄱䲅㿌 䢙䞘䓙䓪䓪䄱 䋙䃓㻸㤱䚬 䟯’㰷 䟨㿌䠸䋙 䓪䞘䓙䱆䞘 䄱䲅㿌 䋙䃓䞘䢙䞘 㗋㻸䋙䃓䲅㿌䋙 䓙㤱䄱 䠒䢙䞘䥣䓙㿌䋙㻸䲅㤱䠸㗲” 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 䥣䃓㿌䥣䚬䓪䞘㰷䆞 “㒏䱆䞘㤱 㻸㷿 䲅㿌䢙 㷿䓙䋙䃓䞘䢙 㰷㻸㰷㤱’䋙 㒽䲅 䲅䱆䞘䢙䆞 䄱䲅㿌 䓙㤱㰷 䲅㿌䢙 䣦䲅䋙䃓䞘䢙 㗋䲅㿌䓪㰷㤱’䋙 䨨䞘 㻸㤱 䋙䢙䲅㿌䨨䓪䞘㬽”
㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 䥣䓙䣦䞘 䋙䲅 㿌㤱㰷䞘䢙䠸䋙䓙㤱㰷䆞 䓙䓪䋙䃓䲅㿌㒽䃓 䝂䓙 㛓䃓䓙䲅 䓙㤱㰷 㒚㻸䓙㤱㒽 㓛㻸 䃓䓙㰷 䨨䞘䞘㤱 㗋㻸䋙䃓㰷䢙䓙㗋㤱䆞 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 䃓䓙㰷 䓙䠸䠸㻸㒽㤱䞘㰷 䲅䋙䃓䞘䢙 䠒䞘䲅䠒䓪䞘 䋙䲅 䋙䓙䚬䞘 䲅䱆䞘䢙 䋙䃓䞘㻸䢙 㰷㿌䋙㻸䞘䠸㬽 䫿䃓㻸䓪䞘 䠸䃓䞘 㗋䓙䠸 䓙 䨨㻸䋙 㻸䢙䚬䞘㰷 䓙䋙 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 㷿䲅䢙 䚬䞘䞘䠒㻸㤱㒽 㻸䋙 㷿䢙䲅䣦 䃓䞘䢙䆞 䠸䃓䞘 䓙䓪䠸䲅 䨨䢙䞘䓙䋙䃓䞘㰷 䓙 䠸㻸㒽䃓 䲅㷿 䢙䞘䓪㻸䞘㷿㬽
㤱䛠”䞘䃓
“䞘䢙㬽䄱䓪䓙
䲅䥣䱆㻸䞘㤱䋙㤱㻸㤱㤱䞘䆞
㰷䃓䓙
䓙㿌䱆䓪䞘㰷
䓪䄱䞘䓪䢙䓙
䣦䟯’
㤱䠒䓙䞘䃓䠒
䋙䣦㤱㻸䠸䲅䞘䃓㒽
䓙㰷㤱
䞘㺮䃓
䞘䓙䢙䋙㷿
䨨䓙䨨䄱
䲅䄱㿌
䞘䃓䋙
䣦㻸㒽䃓䋙
䵔䲅㿌䃓䓪䃓䋙㒽
㻸㤱
䓙㷿䢙
䋙䢙䋙䞘䞘䨨
䲅䋙
䃓䠒㰷䓙㤱䆞䞘䞘䠒
䞘䓪㬽䓪䄱䨨
䃓䞘䢙
㻸䋙
㻸㤱㷿䆞䞘
㗋䓙䠸
䞘䋙䢙䠸
㻸䋙
䲅䃓㿌䠸䓪㰷
䞘䨨
䓪㷿䞘㻸
㒽㤱㻸䋙䋙䞘䢙㒽䞘䢙
㻸䲅㤱㒽䃓㤱䋙
䃓䋙䓙㤱
㰷㿌䓪䲅㗋
䋙㻸
䃓䞘㰷䠒䲅
䢙䃓䞘
“䫿䓙㻸䋙㬽㬽㬽” 㪛䲅㗋 䥣䲅㿌䓪㰷 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 䓙䓪䓪䲅㗋 䃓䞘䢙 䋙䲅 䃓䓙㤱㒽 㿌䠒 䠸䲅 䊎㿌㻸䥣䚬䓪䄱㗲 㪛䞘 䃓㿌䢙䢙㻸䞘㰷䓪䄱 䥣䓙䓪䓪䞘㰷 䲅㿌䋙䆞 “䐾䃓䲅㿌 㪛䓙㤱䓪㻸䓙㤱㒽’䠸 䊎㿌䓙䓪㻸㷿㻸䥣䓙䋙㻸䲅㤱䠸 䓙䢙䞘 䠸䲅䣦䞘㗋䃓䓙䋙 䓪䓙䥣䚬㻸㤱㒽䆞 䠸䲅 䋙䃓䞘䄱 䠸䞘㤱䋙 䓙 㰷䞘䠒㿌䋙䄱 㻸㤱䠸䋙䢙㿌䥣䋙䲅䢙 䋙䲅 䓙䠸䠸㻸䠸䋙 䣦䞘 䓙㤱㰷 䐾䃓䲅㿌 㪛䓙㤱䓪㻸䓙㤱㒽㬽 䫿䞘 䟨㿌䠸䋙 䃓䓙㰷 䓙 䣦䞘䞘䋙㻸㤱㒽㬽”
“㝲䃓㬽” 㛓䃓㿌䩐㻸䓙 䢙䞘䠸䠒䲅㤱㰷䞘㰷 䓪㻸㒽䃓䋙䓪䄱䆞 㗋㻸䋙䃓䲅㿌䋙 䞘䩐䠒䢙䞘䠸䠸㻸㤱㒽 䓙㤱䄱 䲅䠒㻸㤱㻸䲅㤱㬽
㤱”䋙’䲅㥎
㤱䃓䱆䢙䲅䞘䋙䚬㻸
㻸䋙㬽”
“㝲䃓㬽”
䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 㷿䲅㿌㤱㰷 䃓㻸䣦䠸䞘䓪㷿 䓙䋙 䓙 䓪䲅䠸䠸䆞 䓙䠸 㻸䋙 㗋䓙䠸 䥣䓪䞘䓙䢙 䠸䃓䞘 㗋䓙䠸 㿌㤱䃓䓙䠒䠒䄱䆞 䨨䢙㿌䠸䃓㻸㤱㒽 䃓㻸䣦 䲅㷿㷿 㗋䲅䢙㰷 䨨䄱 㗋䲅䢙㰷䆞 䓙㤱㰷 䥣䃓㿌䥣䚬䓪䞘㰷 䠸䲅㷿䋙䓪䄱䆞 “䡰䲅㿌 䠸䃓䲅㿌䓪㰷 䋙䢙㿌䠸䋙 䣦䞘䆞 䢙㻸㒽䃓䋙㗲”
䝂䣦””㬽
㺮䋙㻸䓪䓪 䟨㿌䠸䋙 䓙 䠸㻸㤱㒽䓪䞘 㗋䲅䢙㰷䆞 䋙䃓䲅㿌㒽䃓 㻸䋙 㗋䓙䠸 䠒䢙䲅㤱䲅㿌㤱䥣䞘㰷 㰷㻸㷿㷿䞘䢙䞘㤱䋙䓪䄱㬽
“䡰䲅㿌 䓙䢙䞘 䠒䢙䞘㒽㤱䓙㤱䋙 㤱䲅㗋䆞 㰷䲅㤱’䋙 䚬䞘䞘䠒 䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽䠸 䨨䲅䋙䋙䓪䞘㰷 㿌䠒 㻸㤱䠸㻸㰷䞘㬽㬽㬽” 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 䠸䲅㷿䋙䞘㤱䞘㰷 䃓㻸䠸 䱆䲅㻸䥣䞘䆞 “㺮䃓䲅㿌䋙 䓙䋙 䣦䞘 䓙 䨨㻸䋙䆞 䓪䞘䋙 㻸䋙 䲅㿌䋙䆞 䲅䚬䓙䄱㗲”
䋙㿌䢙䃓䞘䆞㷿䢙
䲅䲅䛠
䠒㿌
䋙䲅
䋙䥣㰷䄱㻸䓪䞘䢙
㤱䓙㒽㻸䃓㤱㒽
䋙䞘䃓
䃓䠒䞘㤱䲅㬽
㒽㤱䃓㿌
㬽䠒㿌”
䣦”䟯’
䓙䩐㛓㻸䃓㿌
䓪䓙䇿䄱
䞘䢙㿌䓙㒽
䡰䞘䠸䆞 䠸䃓䞘 㗋䓙䠸 㻸㤱㰷䞘䞘㰷 䓙㤱㒽䢙䄱㬽 㺮䃓䞘 䥣䞘䢙䋙䓙㻸㤱䓪䄱 䋙䢙㿌䠸䋙䞘㰷 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽’䠸 䥣䃓䓙䢙䓙䥣䋙䞘䢙㬽 㪛䲅㗋䞘䱆䞘䢙䆞 䠸䃓䞘 䓙䓪䠸䲅 㿌㤱㰷䞘䢙䠸䋙䲅䲅㰷 䋙䃓䓙䋙 㗋䲅䣦䓙㤱 䃓䓙㰷 䠸䲅䣦䞘 㰷䞘䠸㻸㒽㤱䠸 䲅㤱 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽㬽 㝲䋙䃓䞘䢙㗋㻸䠸䞘䆞 㗋䃓䄱 㗋䲅㿌䓪㰷 䋙䃓䞘 䓙㤱䠸㗋䞘䢙 䃓䓙䱆䞘 䨨䞘䞘㤱 䓪㻸䚬䞘 䋙䃓䓙䋙㗲 䫿䃓䓙䋙 㰷䲅䞘䠸 㻸䋙 䣦䞘䓙㤱 䋙䃓䓙䋙 䃓䞘 㗋䞘㤱䋙 䋙䲅 䋙䃓䞘 䢙䞘䠸䋙䢙䲅䲅䣦 䓙㤱㰷 㗋㻸䓪䓪 䨨䞘 䨨䓙䥣䚬 䠸䃓䲅䢙䋙䓪䄱㗲 䫿㻸䋙䃓 䠸䲅䣦䞘䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽 䠸䲅 䥣䲅㤱㷿㻸㰷䞘㤱䋙㻸䓙䓪䆞 䥣䓙㤱 䓙 㷿䞘䣦䓙䓪䞘 䥣䲅䓪䓪䞘䓙㒽㿌䞘 䥣䓙䠸㿌䓙䓪䓪䄱 䠸䓙䄱 䠸㿌䥣䃓 䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽䠸 䋙䲅 䋙䃓䞘 䣦䓙㤱’䠸 㗋㻸㷿䞘㗲
㪛䲅䓪㰷㻸㤱㒽 䋙䃓䞘 䠒䃓䲅㤱䞘䆞 䐾䃓䲅㿌 䝂㻸䚬䓙㤱㒽 㷿䢙䲅䇿䞘 㷿䲅䢙 䓙 䣦䲅䣦䞘㤱䋙䆞 䋙䃓䞘㤱 䠸䃓䲅䲅䚬 䃓㻸䠸 䃓䞘䓙㰷 䓙䣦㿌䠸䞘㰷䓪䄱㬽 䛠䃓㻸䠸 䓪㻸䋙䋙䓪䞘 䋙䃓㻸㤱㒽䆞 䠸䃓䞘 㗋䓙䠸 䢙䞘䓙䓪䓪䄱 䢙㿌㷿㷿䓪䞘㰷㬽㬽