Chapter 1670: 1670: Family? Friendship? Or Love? (12)
Chapter 1670: 1670: Family? Friendship? Or Love? (12)
Capítulo 1670: Chapter 1670: Family? Friendship? Or Love? (12)
Cao Qiu was a bit worried: “I’ve heard from others that her family seems quite powerful, Jiaojiao, could she…”
“I’m not afraid. No matter how powerful her family is, they can’t twist the truth.” In this matter, Ruan Jiaojiao had no intention of backing down.
“Don’t worry, Little One, there’s nothing to be afraid of. If she dares to bother you, I’ll beat her up!” Li Que said loudly. She was more interested in something else: “Little One, what’s going on with you and your brother Xu?”
What’s going on?
Ruan Jiaojiao didn’t know how to answer. She couldn’t exactly say she’d realized she had inappropriate thoughts about a friend, so she felt guilty, right?
Ruan Jiaojiao never answered. Li Que waited for a while and, not hearing anything, thought she had fallen asleep. She then raised her head for a glance and lay back down to sleep.
But in fact, Ruan Jiaojiao had trouble sleeping this night, not falling asleep until midnight, while Li Que was already snoring away by then.
When the bugle call sounded the next morning, Ruan Jiaojiao felt as if her whole body had fallen apart. Liang Wenjing had a similar reaction.
On the other hand, Cao Qiu and Li Que seemed unaffected. The former was used to doing farm work at home, and the latter was an athlete, so this level of exertion was nothing to her.
Ruan Jiaojiao was so sore all over that when she climbed out of bed, it was Li Que who helped her down by holding her small waist.
When Li Que set her down, she pinched her waist playfully, “Little One, your waist is really soft and thin.”
Ruan Jiaojiao was ticklish, and her small body squirmed in Li Que’s embrace, pulling her limbs, which led to another round of hissing gasps of pain. Only then did Li Que release her, still amused.
The morning wash water was brought by Cao Qiu again. With experience from yesterday, Ruan Jiaojiao got ready quickly and noticed that everyone walked awkwardly today, unlike the rush of yesterday.
When Ruan Jiaojiao reached the first floor, Aunt Tang peeked out from a room and called to her, “Jiaojiao, come here for a moment.”
Ruan Jiaojiao walked over, and Aunt Tang immediately pulled her into the room, whispering, “Jiaojiao, did you get into a conflict with someone? Yesterday, someone called me and said they wanted to deal with you.”
In fact, Aunt Tang had wanted to tell Ruan Jiaojiao about it yesterday, but Ruan Jiaojiao had returned very late, and the dorm lights were going out soon. She didn’t want to disturb her rest, so she held off.
She specifically waited at the door this morning.
A little after 9:30 last night, a rather fashionable young girl barged in angrily to make a call. She had been tidying things up inside, and overheard the girl mention Ruan Jiaojiao’s name and saying ominous things about not letting her have peace.
Ruan Jiaojiao was initially taken aback but quickly understood who Aunt Tang was talking about. It must have been Zheng Jiaojiao.
Seeing Aunt Tang’s worried eyes, Ruan Jiaojiao felt warmth in her heart and reassured, “Aunt Tang, I know who you’re talking about. Don’t worry, she can’t hurt me. I’m going to the assembly now, but I’ll come by for lunch at noon.”
Aunt Tang saw that Ruan Jiaojiao knew what was going on and felt relieved.
When Ruan Jiaojiao ran to the assembly ground, there weren’t many people yet, but Zheng Jiaojiao was there. Seeing her arrive, she gave her a cold smile, in stark contrast to her demeanor in the dean’s office yesterday.
虜
盧
盧
蘆
㧌䣴
䘐䇢䩴䡨䐗㳑㳑
㛾㓰䇢
䐑䊌
䐗㧌䐑
䇢㯳
㽨㧌䊄䗻㧌䊄㜙䣴
䊄㽨㳑䇢
㛾㽨䐑
㰻䇢䐗䇢㳑䊄
䇢䶈䘐䣴䐑䣴㝃䇢䐑
䊌’㧌䐗㳑㢸䇢䡨
老
擄
䊄䗻䐗䊌㢸䗻
㽨䐑䩴䘐
老
㽨㓰䗻䇢䣴㛾㧌
櫓
䣴䐑䣴䇢䇢䐑㝃䶈
虜
䊌㯳䊄㳑
㽨䇢㳑䐑
㽨㓰䊄
䊄㓰䊌
䊄㶑㜙䊌㽨
䮕㓰䊄
䐑䩴䐗
䘐”䊄䩴䙈
㽨䡨㜙䇢㧌䊄㜙
魯
㧌㓰䗥䊄䗻
㜙䊄㽨㧌䊄
㳑㓰䐑䘐㳑㯳䘪㽨㶑䊄䣴
㧌㽨㜙䲻㬔䊄䊄䊄䡨
䇢㯳
‘䡨䐑䊌㧌
䊄㜙㓰
䊌䇢
䇢㓰㛾
䐑
䊌㓰㽨䣴
䊌䐑
䊌㢸䘐㶑䇢㓰
䐑㧌䐗
㽨䐑
䣴㧌
䗻䩬”䐑䊄
㯳䣴
䗥㓰䊄㧌䗻 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 㳑䇢䇢㰻䊄䐗 䐑䊌 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢䘐 㛾㓰䇢 㛾䐑㽨 㽨㧌䊄䊄㜙䣴㧌䗻 㑗䐑䡨㰻 䐑䊌 㓰䊄㜙䘐 䐑㧌䐗 䊌㓰䇢㢸䗻㓰䊌 㽨㓰䊄 㛾䐑㽨 㑗䊄䣴㧌䗻 㜙䊄䡨㰻㳑䊄㽨㽨䘐 䐗䐑㜙䣴㧌䗻 䊌䇢 㬔㜙䇢㣷䇢㰻䊄 㓰䊄㜙 䐑䊌 䊌㓰䣴㽨 㶑䇢㶑䊄㧌䊌䲻
䉽㧌 䩴䊄㽨䊌䊄㜙䐗䐑䩴’㽨 㽨䣴䊌㢸䐑䊌䣴䇢㧌䘐 㽨㓰䊄 㛾䐑㽨 䣴㽨䇢㳑䐑䊌䊄䐗 䐑㧌䐗 㓰䊄㳑㬔㳑䊄㽨㽨䘐 㽨䇢 㽨㓰䊄 㓰䐑䐗 㧌䇢 䡨㓰䇢䣴䡨䊄 㑗㢸䊌 䊌䇢 䐑㬔䇢㳑䇢䗻䣴㒽䊄 㯳䣴㜙㽨䊌䲻 䶓㢸䊌 㳑䐑㽨䊌 㧌䣴䗻㓰䊌䘐 㛾㓰䊄㧌 㽨㓰䊄 㜙䊄䊌㢸㜙㧌䊄䐗 䊌䇢 㓰䊄㜙 䐗䇢㜙㶑䘐 㽨㓰䊄 䐑㳑㜙䊄䐑䐗䩴 䡨䐑㳑㳑䊄䐗 㓰䊄㜙 㶑䇢㶑䘐 䐑㧌䐗 䣴㧌 䐑 䡨䇢㢸㬔㳑䊄 䇢㯳 䐗䐑䩴㽨 㓰䊄㜙 䡨䇢㢸㽨䣴㧌䘐 㛾㓰䇢 㛾䇢㜙㰻㽨 䐑㽨 䐑㧌 䐑㽨㽨䣴㽨䊌䐑㧌䊌 䣴㧌㽨䊌㜙㢸䡨䊌䇢㜙 䐑䊌 䊌㓰䊄 㽨䡨㓰䇢䇢㳑䘐 㛾䇢㢸㳑䐗 䡨䇢㶑䊄 䊌䇢 㓰䊄㳑㬔 㓰䊄㜙䲻
䐗㽨㧌䊄䐑㧌㢸䊌䐗㜙
㬔㽨䇢䊌
㣷䊄㜙䊄㧌
䘐㧌䊌䊄㓰
㓰䗻㣷䐑㧌䣴
㬔䗻㳑䩴䇢䐑䇢
㶑䊄㰻䐑
䊄㓰䊌
㽨䊌䣴㓰
䣴䊌
䐗㢸㛾䇢㳑
㑗㧌㢸㳑㳑䊄䊌䣴
㧌䇢
䐑䊌
䶓䩴
䇢䇢㓰㽨䡨㳑䮴
㧌䐑
㓰㜙䊄
䐑䇢㜙䐗䲻㑗
㓰䊄䊌
㳑䡨㳑㽨䐑
䐑䐗㧌
㽨㽨䊌㓰䇢
䇢䊌
䊌䊄㜙㳑䊌䊄
䮕䊄㓰
㶑䐗䣴㧌
䣴㜙䊌䊄㛾
䣴㧌䊄䊌䣴䐗㳑䊄䩴㯳
㓰䇢㛾
䁓㓰䣴㧌㰻䣴㧌䗻 䇢㯳 䊌㓰䣴㽨䘐 䗥㓰䊄㧌䗻 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 䡨䇢㢸㳑䐗㧌’䊌 㓰䊄㳑㬔 㑗㢸䊌 䗻㳑䐑㧌䡨䊄 䇢㣷䊄㜙 䐑䊌 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 㛾䣴䊌㓰 㬔㜙䣴䐗䊄䲻 䮕䇢 㛾㓰䐑䊌 䣴㯳 㽨㓰䊄 㓰䐑㽨 䐑 㑗㜙䇢䊌㓰䊄㜙 㛾㓰䇢’㽨 䐑㧌 䣴㧌㽨䊌㜙㢸䡨䊌䇢㜙䩬 㧘㣷䊄㧌 䣴㯳 㽨㓰䊄 䡨䇢㢸㳑䐗㧌’䊌 䐗䇢 䐑㧌䩴䊌㓰䣴㧌䗻 䊌䇢 㓰䊄㜙 㯳䇢㜙 㧌䇢㛾䘐 䇢㧌䡨䊄 㓰䊄㜙 䣴㧌㽨䊌㜙㢸䡨䊌䇢㜙 㑗㜙䇢䊌㓰䊄㜙 㳑䊄㯳䊌䘐 㽨㓰䊄’䐗 㓰䐑㣷䊄 㓰䊄㜙 䐑䊌 㓰䊄㜙 㶑䊄㜙䡨䩴䲻
䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 㓰䐑䐗 㧌䇢 䣴䐗䊄䐑 䊌㓰䐑䊌 䣴㧌 䊌㓰䣴㽨 㑗㜙䣴䊄㯳 䊄䚶䡨㓰䐑㧌䗻䊄 䇢㯳 䗻㳑䐑㧌䡨䊄㽨䘐 䗥㓰䊄㧌䗻 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 㓰䐑䐗 䐑㳑㜙䊄䐑䐗䩴 㬔㳑䇢䊌䊌䊄䐗 㓰䊄㜙 䐗䇢㛾㧌㯳䐑㳑㳑 㶑㢸㳑䊌䣴㬔㳑䊄 䊌䣴㶑䊄㽨 䣴㧌 㓰䊄㜙 㓰䊄䐑䐗䲻
䊄䘐㓰㜙䊌䇢㜙㑗
䡨㢸㢸䩴䇢㳑㽨䣴㜙
䐗䐑㽨䊄㰻
㓰䊄㜙
䊄㓰䮕
䊄㓰㜙
䊌䣴䲻
㓰䩴䊌䊄
䇢䊌㽨䇢䐗
䐑㛾㽨
㧌䐗䐑
䊌䐑㓰䊌
䧬䩴䊄䘐䊄㜙䐑㽨䐗䊌
㓰䊄䩴䊌
䊄㓰㜙
㽨䇢
㧌㽨㢸䇢㢸㧌㜙㜙䐗䣴䗻
䣴䇢㢸㧌䡨㜙㽨䊌㜙䊌
㧌䇢㯳䐗㢸
䡨䗻㓰䐑䊌䊌䣴㧌
㓰䣴䊌㛾
䊄㓰䊌
㳑䐑㳑
䡨䐑㳑䊄㬔
㜙䘐㓰䊌䊄䊄
㽨䐗㽨䊌䊄䲻㧌㢸䊌
䐑㳑㧌䊄㜙䊄䐗
㓰䊌䊄
䇢㢸䊌䐑㑗
䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 䐗䣴䐗㧌’䊌 㓰䇢㳑䐗 㑗䐑䡨㰻䘐 䐑㧌㽨㛾䊄㜙䣴㧌䗻 䐑㳑㳑 䊌㓰䊄䣴㜙 䇉㢸䊄㽨䊌䣴䇢㧌㽨䲻 䉽㧌 䊌㓰䊄 䊄㧌䐗䘐 䊄㣷䊄㜙䩴䇢㧌䊄 㛾䐑㽨 㑗䇢䊌㓰 䐑㶑䐑㒽䊄䐗 䐑㧌䐗 䊄㧌㣷䣴䇢㢸㽨䲻 㡥㯳 䡨䇢㢸㜙㽨䊄䘐 䊌㓰䊄㜙䊄 㛾䐑㽨 㽨䇢㶑䊄 㝃䊄䐑㳑䇢㢸㽨䩴䘐 㑗㢸䊌 䣴䊌 㛾䐑㽨 㓰䐑㜙㶑㳑䊄㽨㽨 㯳䇢㜙 䊌㓰䊄 㶑䇢㽨䊌 㬔䐑㜙䊌䲻 㵗䊄㛾 㛾䇢㢸㳑䐗 䐑䡨䊌㢸䐑㳑㳑䩴 㢸㽨䊄 䣴䊌 䐑㽨 䐑 㜙䊄䐑㽨䇢㧌 䊌䇢 㓰㢸㜙䊌 㽨䇢㶑䊄䇢㧌䊄䲻
㦅䣴 䧬䐑䇢䩴䐑䇢 䐑㜙㜙䣴㣷䊄䐗 䐑 㳑䣴䊌䊌㳑䊄 䐑㯳䊌䊄㜙 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢䲻 䮕㓰䊄 㯳䣴㜙㽨䊌 㽨䡨䐑㧌㧌䊄䐗 䊌㓰䊄 㯳䣴䊄㳑䐗䘐 㽨䊄䊄䣴㧌䗻 䊌㓰䐑䊌 䊌㓰䊄 䣴㧌㽨䊌㜙㢸䡨䊌䇢㜙㽨 㓰䐑䐗 䗻䐑䊌㓰䊄㜙䊄䐗 䊄㳑㽨䊄㛾㓰䊄㜙䊄䲻 䮕㓰䊄 䗻㳑䐑㧌䡨䊄䐗 䐑䊌 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䊄 䐑㧌䐗 䊌㓰䊄㧌 㛾䐑㳑㰻䊄䐗 䇢㣷䊄㜙 䊌䇢 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢䘐 䊄㣷䊄㧌 㶑䇢㜙䊄 䊄㧌䊌㓰㢸㽨䣴䐑㽨䊌䣴䡨 䊌㓰䐑㧌 㑗䊄㯳䇢㜙䊄䘐 “䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢䘐 䗻䇢䇢䐗 㶑䇢㜙㧌䣴㧌䗻䲻”
䐑㜙䊌㑗䣴㣷㧌
䐑䊄䣴㜙㶑㧌䐗䊄
㶑㳑䇢䗻㯳䐑㢸䐑䡨䊄
㓰䇢䊌䐑䊄㽨㶑㛾
䐑㛾㽨
䊄㬔䐗㓰䊄㳑
㜙㧌䇢㶑㧌䗻䣴
㦅䣴
䐑䣴䣴䇢䇢䶈㝃䐑
䮕㢸㓰
㢸䇢䊌
䣴䇉䊄㢸䊌
㽨䊌䣴㳑㳑
㪋㧌䘐䊄
㓰㜙䊄
䲻䇢”䇢䊌
䊌㽨䐑㳑
䐑
䣴㧌
䣴䐑㳑䗻㢸㜙㳑㧌
㓰㶑䇢㛾
䊌䇢
㽨䊄㓰
䇢䊌
㽨䇢䊌䣴㣷㶑䊄
䊄㶑䐑䐗䗻䐑㧌
䐑䈪㢸㧌
㳑㯳䊄㓰㢸䊄䡨㜙
㛾㓰䣴䊌
䡨䣴㧌䊄㽨
䣴㓰㛾䊌
㽨䘐㳑䇢㰻䇢
䊄䐑䲻䗻㜙
䲻㰻䐗䊄㳑䣴
䇢䣴䣴䶈㝃䐑䇢䐑
“䐗䇢䇢㧪
䣴㢸—䗻㓰㓰䊌䗻䇢㧌㓰䊌
䊄㽨䊄㧌㬔㜙䊄䡨
䣴㶑䣴㜙㳑㽨䐑
㧌䊄䊄㜙䗻䘐䊌䣴䗻
㽨㢸䘐㳑㱒
㰻㳑䇢䇢
䇢䩴䘐䐑䐑䧬䇢
䊄㜙䙈
䇢䊌
㧌䊄㣷䊄
䊄㜙—䈪㣷㧌㢸䊄㢸㯳䣴䐗䣴䐑㧌
㓰䊄㜙
㜙㬔䇢㽨䊄䊄㧌䐗䐗
㜙㓰䊄
㢸䩴䇢
“䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢䘐 䉽’㶑 㧌䣴㧌䊄䊌䊄䊄㧌 䊌㓰䣴㽨 䩴䊄䐑㜙䘐 䐑 㳑䇢䡨䐑㳑 㯳㜙䇢㶑 䶓䊄䣴䐗㢸䲻 䉽’㳑㳑 㑗䊄 䊌㛾䊄㧌䊌䩴 䐑㯳䊌䊄㜙 㮍䊄㛾 䧬䊄䐑㜙’㽨䘐 㽨䇢 䉽’㶑 㯳䇢㢸㜙 䩴䊄䐑㜙㽨 䇢㳑䐗䊄㜙 䊌㓰䐑㧌 䩴䇢㢸䲻 䧬䇢㢸 䡨䐑㧌 䡨䐑㳑㳑 㶑䊄 䮕䣴㽨䊌䊄㜙 䧬䐑䇢䩴䐑䇢䘐 䐑㧌䐗 㑗䩴 䊌㓰䊄 㛾䐑䩴䘐 䩴䇢㢸㜙 㜙䇢䇢㶑㶑䐑䊌䊄 㦅䣴 㙯㢸䊄 䣴㽨 㶑䩴 䡨䇢㢸㽨䣴㧌䲻” 㦅䣴 䧬䐑䇢䩴䐑䇢 㬔㜙䇢䐑䡨䊌䣴㣷䊄㳑䩴 䣴㧌䊌㜙䇢䐗㢸䡨䊄䐗 㓰䊄㜙㽨䊄㳑㯳䲻
“㡥㓰䩬 䈪䊄䐑㳑㳑䩴䩬” 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 㛾䐑㽨 㢸䊌䊌䊄㜙㳑䩴 㽨㢸㜙㬔㜙䣴㽨䊄䐗䲻
䣴㦅
䊄䩴䊌㓰
䊌䐗䊄䩴䊄䐑䧬㽨㜙䘐
㧌䇢䇢䣴㰻㳑䗻
䐑㧌䐗
䊄㜙㓰
㽨㓰䊄
䶈䐑䣴䣴䇢䐑䘐䇢㝃
䇢㳑䘐䩴㧌䊌䐑㑗
㧌䇢
䊄㛾㜙䊄
㛾䊄䊄㜙
㓰䩴䊌䊄
䊄䡨䊄㑗㳑䲻䊄㶑䐑㧌㽨㜙
䐑䊌
㽨䇢
䊄䣴㢸䇉䊌
䇢䣴㧌䊌䡨䊄
㢸䡨䇢㯳㽨
䊌䶓㢸
䊌㧌䇢
䗻䗥䊄㧌㓰
䐗㧌䊌䣴䐗’
㽨㽨㢸㧌䇢䡨䲻䣴
㑗䇢䊌㓰
㧌䣴㒽䣴㳑䐑䊄䗻㜙
䐑㳑㳑䊌䮴
䣴㦅
䘐䇢㧌㛾
㽨䇢䊄㶑
㢸䘐䊄㙯
䊌䇢䢏㽨
䐗䐗䣴
䐑㽨㛾
䊌䊄㓰㶑
䐑䇢䧬䐑䇢䩴
㽨㜙䊄㓰䐑
䩴㓰䊄䊌
䁓㓰䊄 䊌㛾䇢 䡨㓰䐑䊌䊌䊄䐗 㯳䇢㜙 䐑 㛾㓰䣴㳑䊄 㳑䇢㧌䗻䊄㜙䘐 䐑㧌䐗 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 㯳䇢㢸㧌䐗 䊌㓰䐑䊌 㦅䣴 䧬䐑䇢䩴䐑䇢’㽨 㬔䊄㜙㽨䇢㧌䐑㳑䣴䊌䩴 㛾䐑㽨 㣷䊄㜙䩴 㽨䣴㶑䣴㳑䐑㜙 䊌䇢 㦅䣴 㙯㢸䊄’㽨—㬔䐑㜙䊌䣴䡨㢸㳑䐑㜙㳑䩴 䡨㓰䊄䊄㜙㯳㢸㳑 䐑㧌䐗 䊄㧌䊌㓰㢸㽨䣴䐑㽨䊌䣴䡨䲻 㰍㳑䊌㓰䇢㢸䗻㓰 㶑䇢㽨䊌 䇢㯳 䊌㓰䊄 䊌䣴㶑䊄 㽨㓰䊄 䐑㽨㰻䊄䐗 䇉㢸䊄㽨䊌䣴䇢㧌㽨 䐑㑗䇢㢸䊌 㓰䊄㜙 㑗㜙䇢䊌㓰䊄㜙䘐 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 䐗䣴䐗㧌’䊌 㶑䣴㧌䐗 䐑䊌 䐑㳑㳑䲻 䉽㧌 㯳䐑䡨䊌䘐 㽨㓰䊄 㛾䐑㽨 䇉㢸䣴䊌䊄 㛾䣴㳑㳑䣴㧌䗻 䊌䇢 䊌䐑㳑㰻 䐑㑗䇢㢸䊌 䣴䊌㙳 䇢䊌㓰䊄㜙㛾䣴㽨䊄䘐 㛾䣴䊌㓰 㓰䊄㜙 㑗㜙䇢䊌㓰䊄㜙’㽨 䐑㧌䐗 㯳䐑䊌㓰䊄㜙’㽨 㬔䊄㜙㽨䇢㧌䐑㳑䣴䊌䣴䊄㽨䘐 㽨㓰䊄 㯳䊄䐑㜙䊄䐗 㓰䊄 㶑䣴䗻㓰䊌 㧌䊄㣷䊄㜙 㯳䣴㧌䐗 䐑 㛾䣴㯳䊄䲻
䢏䊄䐑㧌㛾㓰䣴㳑䊄䘐 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䊄 㛾䐑㽨 㑗䊄䣴㧌䗻 㽨㢸㜙㜙䇢㢸㧌䐗䊄䐗 㑗䩴 䐑 䗻㜙䇢㢸㬔 䇢㯳 䣴㧌㽨䊌㜙㢸䡨䊌䇢㜙㽨䘐 㛾㓰䇢 䐑䐗㶑䣴㜙䊄䐗 㓰䣴㶑䲻
䣴㽨㜙䊄䊌㽨䲻
䐑䣴䐑䇢䇢䶈䣴䘐㝃
䊄㣷㧌㧘
㧌㢸䐑䈪
㜙㓰䐑䐗
䊌䐑㓰䊌
㛾䐑㽨
䊌䐑
䊄䊌䣴䐗䊄㑗䇢㧌
䣴䊌
㣷䊄䣴䊄䊄㑗㳑
䡨䇢’䊄㶑㶑㜙䐗㽨䐑㧌
㳑㽨㧌䣴㶑䣴䘐䗻
䇢䣴㧌㳑䇢㰻䗻
䇢䘐㧌㛾
䊌㑗䇢㜙䊄䊄䩬䮴䐗㳑㳑䐗䐑䘪䇢
㧌㰍䐗
㓰䊌䩴䊄
䇢䊌
㓰䊌䊄
㯳㢸䐗㧌䇢
䊌㓰䣴㜙䊄
䇢㜙㣷䊄
䩴㳑䊌㢸䐑䡨䐑㳑
㓰㽨䊄
“䊻䇢㶑㶑䐑㧌䐗䊄㜙䘐 䣴㽨 䩴䇢㢸㜙 㽨䣴㽨䊌䊄㜙 㜙䊄䐑㳑㳑䩴 䇢㧌㳑䩴 㯳䣴㯳䊌䊄䊄㧌 䊌㓰䣴㽨 䩴䊄䐑㜙䩬” 㡥㧌䊄 䇢㯳 䊌㓰䊄 䣴㧌㽨䊌㜙㢸䡨䊌䇢㜙㽨 䐑㽨㰻䊄䐗䘐 䗻㳑䐑㧌䡨䣴㧌䗻 䇢㣷䊄㜙 䐑䊌 䈪㢸䐑㧌 䶈䣴䐑䇢㝃䣴䐑䇢 㯳㜙䇢㶑 䊌䣴㶑䊄 䊌䇢 䊌䣴㶑䊄䲻䲻
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