novelraw Chapter 1712: 1713: Meeting Her Idol
Chapter 1712: 1713: Meeting Her Idol
Capítulo 1712: Chapter 1713: Meeting Her Idol
Wang Qian saw a taxi ahead and quickly waved her hand.
The taxi driver was a man with a beard, and he also saw Wang Qian. He felt a sense of unreality when he saw Wang Qian.
At this late hour, there was rarely any business, and occasionally he would only pick up some women engaged in nighttime activities.
Seeing Wang Qian’s clear face, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Such a beautiful woman is out selling herself? It doesn’t make sense.
“How much?” The bearded driver couldn’t help but ask as Wang Qian got into the car.
Wang Qian understood what he meant, and she didn’t get angry. It was understandable to be misunderstood for standing on the street this late.
“You got the wrong person. I’m not out selling myself,” Wang Qian said casually.
The bearded driver looked disdainful, as if he thought Wang Qian was looking down on him as a taxi driver.
“Just a hooker, what’s the big deal?” The bearded driver said indifferently.
Wang Qian didn’t stoop to his level and quietly lay there thinking.
She managed to get out, but Xiang Yu was still trapped inside. She needed to find a way to help Xiang Yu escape, as for the terms agreed with Ryan, they’d have to wait.
Wang Qian’s mind was somewhat jumbled and she felt agitated.
The taxi driver saw Wang Qian lying there without speaking, and couldn’t help but glance at her several times. The more he looked, the less he could resist.
Driving night shifts was lonely enough, and he felt an urge to commit a crime. Now with Wang Qian, such a beauty, around, he couldn’t resist.
“Five hundred, deal or not?” The bearded man asked urgently as he drove into a small alley.
“I already told you, you got the wrong person,” Wang Qian said impatiently.
“Ungrateful slut,” the bearded driver said, having driven into a dark alley, opened the door and walked towards the back.
He was convinced Wang Qian was selling herself but was just tired now and wanted to go back to sleep.
“Don’t rush off, I’ll be quick, done in a moment,” the bearded man said as he opened the back door.
Wang Qian finally couldn’t hold back and kicked the bearded man in the stomach, sending him flying out.
Having let his guard down, the bearded driver hadn’t expected Wang Qian’s kick to be so strong, and he fell straight to the ground.
“Damn it, don’t want the easy way, then I’ll take the hard way, I’m just gonna have you today,” the bearded man cursed, getting up and starting to undo his pants.
No matter if the woman agreed or not, he planned to have her.
At this point, Wang Qian had gotten out of the car and saw him undressing, her face turning red.
“Put your clothes back on, or I’ll be unkind,” Wang Qian threatened coldly.
“Hey, she can be shy,” seeing Wang Qian like this, the bearded man felt even more thrilled.
Wang Qian saw he had no intention of putting his clothes back on and turned around, kicking the bearded man straight in the head.
Wearing red boxer shorts, the bearded man was kicked and lay back flat, his lower half raised high.
Wang Qian had never seen such a reaction and felt somewhat curious, couldn’t help but kick at that height.
The bearded man screamed horribly into the night.
“The reaction is so big,” Wang Qian hadn’t expected such a strong reaction and was a bit startled.
She didn’t linger much longer and then got into the car and drove away.
The bearded man lay there screaming, “Don’t run, you’ll regret offending me, do you know who I am…”
By now, Wang Qian had driven far away and naturally couldn’t hear the bearded man’s screams.
She drove straight back to her known base, and as she reached the outskirts, someone had already stopped her.
Seeing it was Wang Qian, the guards were very happy.
“The commander is back, the commander is back.”
The guards said happily. Wang Qian was held in high esteem among her brothers.
Everyone regarded her as a goddess, someone they all looked up to. More importantly, Wang Qian still didn’t have a boyfriend.
Wang Qian drove into the base and noticed something was off. There were a lot more cars inside, and they were all luxury cars.
The surrounding guards were also greatly reinforced and seemed very professional.
“Could it be that my sudden disappearance caused my brothers to panic?” Wang Qian parked the car and walked towards her office.
Many people had heard the commotion and came running out, very concerned about Wang Qian’s safety.
Seeing it was really her, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Several people walked out from inside Wang Qian’s office, one of them in a smart suit, was Wang Qian’s superior Kuros.
Kuros looked worried. Seeing it was indeed Wang Qian, he became happy and stepped forward to grab Wang Qian’s arms.
“You’re finally back, where have you been these days?” Kuros said happily.
Wang Qian was also very touched, it was clear Kuros truly cared for her.
But standing so close made Wang Qian quite uncomfortable.
Wang Qian broke free from Kuros’s hands, “Sorry for causing concern, there are some things I need to report.”
“Let’s go inside, take a look who’s here,” Kuros said excitedly, pulling Wang Qian inside.
Wang Qian felt very dissatisfied, broke free from Kuros’s hand, and followed behind him.
As Wang Qian walked into the hall, she saw a young man sitting on the sofa in front.
The man dressed cleanly and neatly, had a crew cut, slightly pale skin, and looked quite handsome.
Wang Qian was stunned seeing him, was this not her idol, how could he be here?
“Wolf King, is it you?” Wang Qian asked uncertainly.
Wolf King Ye Qian smiled calmly and gestured, “Please, have a seat.”
Wang Qian felt like she was dreaming. Wolf King Ye Qian was her number one star.
Now her idol was sitting right there, leaving Wang Qian dumbfounded.
“Wolf King asked you to sit, come over quickly,” Kuros said, patting the sofa.
Wang Qian came to her senses, hurriedly walked over and sat down, feeling unsure what to say.
“Who captured you?” Wolf King asked calmly.
Wang Qian finally understood, the Wolf King must be here because of this. She felt even more deeply touched.
Though Wolf King wore a faint smile, Wang Qian felt an invisible pressure, from being in his presence.
“It was the rebel army,” Wang Qian said straightforwardly.
“Describe the process,” Ye Qian said while pouring himself a glass of water.
Wang Qian nodded and recounted everything, including being kidnapped and taken to the rebel army base.
“What, they dare to mess with my people?” The Wolf King’s expression turned dark, furrowing his brow, lost in thought…
盧
䴢㺦
蘆
䴢㛮䠚㜦㷮㭌䫥㺦㭌䩊㸗㭉
‘㽒㺤䴢㜦㜦䃲
擄
㜦䃲䔕㺦㺦㭌㜦
魯
擄
櫓
䉑㭌䈸䑦
㺦㛮䫥’䝚㛮
䩊䉑㸗䃲
㜦㜦䠚”䴢䔕
蘆
“䑦㺦㭉㛮
老
㜦㷮䉑䝚㸗㙇䀣䴢㽒
盧
䃲㛮㜦㜦
䩊䈸䤲䀣㭌
㜦㜦䔕㭌䃲㺦㺦
㭌䉑㫊䩊
䉑㭟㭌䴢
爐
䴢㭉㜦䫥㸗㭌䩊䩊㜦㛮
‘㺤㢗䫥䴢㜦㜦
“㽅㺤䱀 䒙㜦䴢’䃲 㺤㜦䉑㽒 䩊䴢䠚” 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㽒㜦㙇㛮䩊㜦㸗䠚
䀖㺤㜦㽒㜦 䉑㽒㜦㭌’䴢 䔕䉑㭌䫥 㙇㜦㺦㙇㛮㜦 䴢㺤㜦 䑦㺦㛮㭉 䤲䩊㭌䈸 㭟䉑㭌䴢䃲 䴢㺦 䔕㜦㜦䴢䀣 䉑㭌㸗 䴢㺤㺦䃲㜦 㺤㜦 㸗㺦㜦䃲 㭟䉑㭌䴢 䴢㺦 䃲㜦㜦䀣 㺤㜦 䝚䃲䝚䉑㛮㛮䫥 䔕䉑㭌䉑䈸㜦䃲 䴢㺦 䃲㜦㜦䠚
䝚㺤䴢䈸㺦㺤䴢
䴢䩊
䡙㺦㭟
䴢䩊㭟㺤
‘䝚㺦㭌㛮㸗㷮䴢
䝚㸪䴢
㸪䩊䴢
䍓㛮䩊㷮䫥㝎䝚
䩊䴢䔕㜦㭌㭌㜦㸗㺦
䴢㺤䴢䉑
䉑㭌㸗
㺤㜦
㺦㽒㭟㺤䴢
䩊㭌
䝚㷮䝚㺦䃲䩊㽒
㜦㺦㢗㽒
㜦㸗㷮㷮㜦㭉㭌䀣䩊㺦㭌
䩊㺤䃲
㜦䠚㭌䴢䩊㜦䔕䈸
䴢䩊
䑦䉑䈸㭌
䝚䃲㺤㷮
㫊䉑㭌䩊
䉑
䃲㭟䉑
㭌㺤䴢䩊㝎
㭉㺦
㸗䔕䀣䩊㭌
㜦㭌㭌䉑䫥㺦
“㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚䠚” 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䃲䉑䩊㸗䠚
䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㭉㽒㺦㝊㜦 㭉㺦㽒 䉑 䔕㺦䔕㜦㭌䴢䀣 䴢㺤㜦㭌 㛮㺦㺦㝎㜦㸗 䉑䴢 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䩊㭌 㷮㺦㭌㭉䝚䃲䩊㺦㭌 䉑㭌㸗 䉑䃲㝎㜦㸗䀣 “䚣㽒㜦 䫥㺦䝚 䴢䉑㛮㝎䩊㭌䈸 䉑㸪㺦䝚䴢 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚䱀 䀖㺤㜦 㺦㭌㜦 㭟㺤㺦 䃲䉑㢗㜦㸗 䔕㜦 䩊㭌 㷀㺤䩊㭌䉑 㸪䉑㷮㝎 䴢㺤㜦㭌䱀”
䉑㫊䩊㭌
䠚䩊㺤䔕”
䈸㭌䑦䉑
㸗䃲䩊䉑
㺤䠚䫥䉑㛮㙇䩊㙇
䃲㺤”䉑䀖䴢’
䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㭟䉑䃲 㭌㺦䴢 䃲䝚㽒㙇㽒䩊䃲㜦㸗㹟 㺤䩊䃲 㭉䉑㷮㜦 䴢䝚㽒㭌㜦㸗 䃲㛮䩊䈸㺤䴢㛮䫥 䃲㺦䔕㸪㜦㽒 䉑䃲 㺤㜦 㛮㺦㺦㝎㜦㸗 䉑䴢 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䉑㭌㸗 䉑䃲㝎㜦㸗䀣 “䰘㺦䝚’㽒㜦 䃲䉑䫥䩊㭌䈸 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 䩊䃲 䃲䴢䩊㛮㛮 䉑㛮䩊㢗㜦䱀”
䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㭌㺦㸗㸗㜦㸗䀣 “㱈㭌㸗㜦㜦㸗䀣 㺤㜦’䃲 䃲䴢䩊㛮㛮 䉑㛮䩊㢗㜦䠚 㱈 㽒㜦㙇㺦㽒䴢㜦㸗 䴢㺤䩊䃲 䴢㺦 䤲䝚㽒㺦䃲 䉑䴢 䴢㺤㜦 䴢䩊䔕㜦䠚 䟩䩊㸗㭌’䴢 㺤㜦 䴢㜦㛮㛮 䫥㺦䝚䱀”
㸗㺤䉑
㸗㭌䉑㛮㷮㜦䈸
㺤㜦䃲
䉑䃲㭟
䃲㝎㜦㙇䀣㺦
㭌㜦㜦㸪
䴢䉑
㫊㭌䩊䉑
䝚䤲䀣䃲㺦㽒
㺦㺤㭟
㜦㭌㺦
䑦㭌䈸䉑
䴢㺦
䩊㸗䃲㜦
䔕䃲㛮䩊㭌䈸䩊
䉑䴢
䴢䩊䴢䃲䩊䈸㭌
䃲䚣
䠚㜦㺤㽒
㭌䉑㸗
䳺㜦㜦䩊㭌䈸 㸪㺦䴢㺤 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䉑㭌㸗 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䴢䝚㽒㭌䩊㭌䈸 䴢㺦 㛮㺦㺦㝎 䉑䴢 㺤䩊䔕䀣 䤲䝚㽒㺦䃲 䉑㭟㝎㭟䉑㽒㸗㛮䫥 䃲䔕䩊㛮㜦㸗 䉑㭌㸗 䃲䉑䩊㸗䀣 “䑦㺤㺦’䃲 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚䱀 㱈’㢗㜦 㭌㜦㢗㜦㽒 㺤㜦䉑㽒㸗 㺦㭉 䃲䝚㷮㺤 䉑 㙇㜦㽒䃲㺦㭌 㸪㜦㭉㺦㽒㜦䠚”
㤹㽒㜦㢗䩊㺦䝚䃲㛮䫥䀣 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䈸䉑㢗㜦 䉑㭌 㺦㽒㸗㜦㽒 䴢㺤䉑䴢 䉑㭌䫥㺦㭌㜦 䩊㭌 䑦㺦㛮㭉 㪏䉑㭌䈸 䃲㺤㺦䝚㛮㸗 䩊䔕䔕㜦㸗䩊䉑䴢㜦㛮䫥 㽒㜦㙇㺦㽒䴢 䉑㭌䫥 㭌㜦㭟䃲 䉑㸪㺦䝚䴢 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚䠚
䝚䰘
䴢䩊
㸗㭌㭉㺦䝚
䉑㺤㸗
䡙㭟㺦
䤲䠚䝚䃲㽒㺦
㫮䩊䈸䉑㭌
䈸䉑䑦㭌
㺤䉑䴢䴢
㸗㺤䉑
㽒㜦㽒㺦㜦㸗䴢㙇
䃲㺦㺤㜦䔕㺦㭟
䉑㫊㭌䩊
㺤䴢䩊㭟
䴢䃲䝚㷮㝎
䩊䴢䀣
㭌䉑㸗
㭌㜦㜦㸪
䳺㜦㜦䩊㭌䈸 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌’䃲 㭉䉑㷮㜦 䈸㽒㺦㭟䩊㭌䈸 䩊㭌㷮㽒㜦䉑䃲䩊㭌䈸㛮䫥 䈸㽒䩊䔕䀣 䤲䝚㽒㺦䃲 㽒㜦䉑㛮䩊㝊㜦㸗 䴢㺤㜦 䃲㜦㢗㜦㽒䩊䴢䫥 㺦㭉 䴢㺤㜦 㙇㽒㺦㸪㛮㜦䔕 䉑㭌㸗 㛮㺦㺦㝎㜦㸗 䉑䴢 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌䀣 “䑦㺤䫥 㸗䩊㸗㭌’䴢 䫥㺦䝚 䴢㜦㛮㛮 䔕㜦 䉑㸪㺦䝚䴢 䃲㺦䔕㜦䴢㺤䩊㭌䈸 䴢㺤䩊䃲 䩊䔕㙇㺦㽒䴢䉑㭌䴢 䃲㺦㺦㭌㜦㽒䱀”
㪏㜦㜦㛮䩊㭌䈸 䴢㺤㜦 㙇㽒㜦䃲䃲䝚㽒㜦 䩊㭌 䴢㺤㜦 䉑䩊㽒䀣 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䃲䉑䩊㸗䀣 “㱈’䔕 䃲㺦㽒㽒䫥䀣 䴢㺤䉑䴢 㭟䉑䃲 䔕䫥 㺦㢗㜦㽒䃲䩊䈸㺤䴢䠚”
䈸䑦䉑㭌
㭌䉑䩊㫊
㸗㭌䉑
㺦㭌
㭌㺤䴢㜦
㭌䃲㫊’䉑䩊
㸪䫥
䝚䰘
㺤”䴢䔕䱀㜦
㺦㛮䈸㭌䠚
䴢㺦
䉑㛮䃲䴢
㭟䃲䉑
䃲䩊㸗䉑
㛮㺦䔕䈸㺦
䉑㜦㷮㭉
䉑㛮㺦䃲
䀖㜦㺤
㜦䰘
䩊㫮㭌䈸䉑
“䝚䰘㺦
㭌䝚㸗㽒䴢㜦
㜦㯜
䩊㸗䴢㸗㭌’
䴢㸗㜦㙇㽒䉑㷮䝚
㸗䃲㜦䉑㝎䀣
䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䍓䝚䩊㷮㝎㛮䫥 㭌㺦㸗㸗㜦㸗䀣 “䀖㺤䉑䴢’䃲 㽒䩊䈸㺤䴢䀣 㸪䝚䴢 䴢㺤㜦䫥 㸗㺦㭌’䴢 䃲㜦㜦䔕 䴢㺦 䔕㜦䉑㭌 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 䉑㭌䫥 㺤䉑㽒䔕㹟 㽒䉑䴢㺤㜦㽒䀣 䴢㺤㜦䫥 㭟䉑㭌䴢 㺤䩊䔕 䴢㺦 䦹㺦䩊㭌 䴢㺤㜦䔕䠚”
“䟩㺦 䫥㺦䝚 䴢㺤䩊㭌㝎 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 㭟䩊㛮㛮 㷮㺦䔕㙇㛮䫥䱀” 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䉑䃲㝎㜦㸗䠚
䝚䰘䀣
㸗䈸䴢㜦㽒䩊㭌䉑䃲䝚㸗㭌㭌
㺤䔕䝚㷮
㺤䉑㸗
䑦䈸㭌䉑
㭌䉑䈸㫮䩊
㺦㸗㺦䈸
㺦㭉
㫊䉑䩊㭌
䉑
㺦䃲
䴢䔕㜦䩊
䠚㺤䩊䔕
䴢㺤䩊㭟
䃲㙇䩊㭌㸗㜦䈸㭌
㛮䩊㛮䃲䴢
㽒㜦䚣㭉䴢
䚣㛮䴢㺤㺦䝚䈸㺤 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 䉑㙇㙇㜦䉑㽒㜦㸗 䴢㺦 䉑䈸㽒㜦㜦 㺦㭌 䴢㺤㜦 䃲䝚㽒㭉䉑㷮㜦䀣 䩊䴢 㭟䉑䃲 䦹䝚䃲䴢 䉑㭌 㜦㸌㙇㜦㸗䩊㜦㭌䴢 䔕㜦䉑䃲䝚㽒㜦 䴢㺦 䃲䉑㢗㜦 㺤䩊䃲 㛮䩊㭉㜦 㭉㺦㽒 㭌㺦㭟䠚
䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䃲㺤㺦㺦㝎 㺤㜦㽒 㺤㜦䉑㸗 䉑㭌㸗 䃲䉑䩊㸗䀣 “䤖䉑䃲㜦㸗 㺦㭌 䔕䫥 䝚㭌㸗㜦㽒䃲䴢䉑㭌㸗䩊㭌䈸 㺦㭉 㺤䩊䔕䀣 㺤㜦 㭟㺦䝚㛮㸗 㭌㜦㢗㜦㽒 䫥䩊㜦㛮㸗 䴢㺦 䉑㭌䫥㺦㭌㜦䠚 㯜㜦’䃲 䉑 㷮䝚㭌㭌䩊㭌䈸 䃲䴢㽒䉑䴢㜦䈸䩊䃲䴢㹟 㺦㭌 䴢㺤㜦 䃲䝚㽒㭉䉑㷮㜦䀣 㺤㜦 䃲㜦㜦䔕䃲 㷮䉑㽒㜦㭉㽒㜦㜦䀣 㸪䝚䴢 㜦㢗㜦㽒䫥䴢㺤䩊㭌䈸 䩊䃲 㭟䩊䴢㺤䩊㭌 㺤䩊䃲 㙇㛮䉑㭌䠚”
䴢䉑
䉑”䀖㺤䴢
㛮㸗㺦㜦㝎㺦
䑦䉑䈸㭌
䩊䉑㫊㭌
㭟䴢䩊㺤
䰘㜦
㜦䃲䃲㜦㽒䱀㢗㙇”䩊䔕䩊
䉑
㭌䉑䩊㫊
㺝䔕䩊㭉㛮䠚䃲㜦䉑㛮㺤
䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䃲㺦㛮㜦䔕㭌㛮䫥 㭌㺦㸗㸗㜦㸗䀣 “㱈’㢗㜦 䩊㭌䴢㜦㽒䉑㷮䴢㜦㸗 㭟䩊䴢㺤 㺤䩊䔕 㸪㜦㭉㺦㽒㜦䠚 䡙㺦㭟 䴢㺤䉑䴢 㭟㜦’㽒㜦 㸪㺦䴢㺤 䩊㭌 䴢㺤㜦 䔕㜦㽒㷮㜦㭌䉑㽒䫥 㭟㺦㽒㛮㸗 䉑㭌㸗 㷮㺦䔕䔕䝚㭌䩊㷮䉑䴢㜦 䔕㺦㽒㜦 㺦㭉䴢㜦㭌䀣 㱈 䝚㭌㸗㜦㽒䃲䴢䉑㭌㸗 㺤䩊䔕 㜦㢗㜦㭌 䔕㺦㽒㜦䠚”
䚣䃲 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䴢䉑㛮㝎㜦㸗䀣 䃲㺤㜦 䩊㭌䉑㸗㢗㜦㽒䴢㜦㭌䴢㛮䫥 䈸㛮䉑㭌㷮㜦㸗 䉑䴢 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌䀣 䉑㭌㸗 㺤㜦㽒 㭉䉑㷮㜦 䩊㭌䃲䴢䉑㭌䴢㛮䫥 䴢䝚㽒㭌㜦㸗 㽒㜦㸗䠚
䝚㜦䈸㽒㽒㛮䉑
䉑㸗㜦䀣㺤
㭌䴢㸗㺦’
㺤㽒䉑㜦䴢
䴢”䩊䠚
䩊㫊㭌䉑
䃲㜦㭉㽒㭌䩊㸗䀣
䈸䑦䉑㭌
㜦㽒㸗䉑
㷮㺤䝚䔕
䃲䦹䝚䴢
㛮䩊㛮䴢䃲
㺦㸗㛮㜦㜦㽒㭟
䍓䫥㝎㛮䩊䝚㷮
䩊㭌䴢㺦
“䑦’㜦㽒㜦
㽒㺤㜦
䝚䩊䈸㛮㜦㭌䠚䴢䴢㭉㽒
㺦㺦䴢
㜦㽒㺤
䀖㺤䉑䴢 㜦㸌㙇㽒㜦䃲䃲䩊㺦㭌䀣 䩊㭌 㜦㢗㜦㽒䫥㺦㭌㜦’䃲 㜦䫥㜦䃲䀣 㷮㛮㜦䉑㽒㛮䫥 㛮㺦㺦㝎㜦㸗 㛮䩊㝎㜦 䉑 䫥㺦䝚㭌䈸 䈸䩊㽒㛮 㭉䉑㛮㛮䩊㭌䈸 䩊㭌 㛮㺦㢗㜦䠚
䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㷮㺤䝚㷮㝎㛮㜦㸗 䉑㭌㸗 䃲䉑䩊㸗䀣 “㱈 㸗䩊㸗㭌’䴢 䃲䉑䫥 䉑㭌䫥䴢㺤䩊㭌䈸㹟 䫥㺦䝚 㸗㺦㭌’䴢 㭌㜦㜦㸗 䴢㺦 㜦㸌㙇㛮䉑䩊㭌䠚”
㜦㭟㝎㭌
㜦䃲㭌㽒䃲㺦㙇㸌㜦䩊
䴢䉑䴢㺤
㺦㺤㺤䴢㛮䉑䈸䝚
㸗䉑䩊䃲
㺤䈸䴢㭌䀣㭌䫥䩊䉑
䩊㷮㸗㜦㺦㢗
䩊㺤䃲
䰘㜦
㺤䉑㭌’㸗䴢
䉑㛮䠚㛮
䈸䉑䑦㭌
㸗㺤䉑
䩊㭌㫊䉑
㫊䩊䉑㭌
䩊䴢
䡙㺦㭌㜦 㺦㭉 䴢㺤㜦䔕 㭌㺦䴢䩊㷮㜦㸗 䉑䴢 䴢㺤䉑䴢 䔕㺦䔕㜦㭌䴢 䴢㺤䉑䴢 䤲䝚㽒㺦䃲䀣 䃲䩊䴢䴢䩊㭌䈸 䴢㺦 䴢㺤㜦 䃲䩊㸗㜦䀣 㺤䉑㸗 䉑 䃲䝚㛮㛮㜦㭌 㭉䉑㷮㜦䀣 㭟䩊䴢㺤 䉑 㷮㺦㛮㸗 䈸㛮㜦䉑䔕 䩊㭌 㺤䩊䃲 㜦䫥㜦䃲䠚
㯜㜦 㺤䉑㸗 䉑㛮㭟䉑䫥䃲 㛮䩊㝎㜦㸗 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䉑㭌㸗 㺤䉑㸗 㷮㺦㭌㭉㜦䃲䃲㜦㸗 䴢㺦 㺤㜦㽒 䔕䝚㛮䴢䩊㙇㛮㜦 䴢䩊䔕㜦䃲䀣 㸪䝚䴢 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䉑㛮㭟䉑䫥䃲 䉑㷮䴢㜦㸗 䉑䃲 䩊㭉 䃲㺤㜦 㸗䩊㸗㭌’䴢 㝎㭌㺦㭟䀣 㭟㺤䩊㷮㺤 䔕䉑㸗㜦 㺤䩊䔕 㭉㜦㜦㛮 㛮䩊㝎㜦 㷮㺦䝚䈸㺤䩊㭌䈸 䝚㙇 㸪㛮㺦㺦㸗䠚
㸗䉑㽒㛮㜦㜦
䤲䈸䠚㭌䩊
㺦䑦㛮㭉
㛮㭉㺦䑦
䩊㜦㸪䃲䃲㸗㜦
㛮㺝䩊㸗㜦㢗㛮䔕㜦
㭌䈸䴢㺤䩊㝎㭌䩊
䩊䝚䴢㜦䍓
䉑
䴢㺦
䉑
㷮䝚㸗㛮㺦
㺦㭌
䩊㭌䃲䴢㺦㺦䀣㙇䩊
㭌㺦㜦
䃲㭟䉑
䩊䔕㺤
㺤䴢㜦
㭌䩊
㙇㺦䝚㜦䃲䩊䩊㽒䴢䈸䃲
䈸㸗㛮㺤䩊㭌㺦
㯜㜦
㷮㽒㙇㜦䉑䔕㺦
㭌䉑㪏䈸䀣
䀖㺤㜦 䑦㺦㛮㭉 䤲䩊㭌䈸 䃲㺤㺦㭟㜦㸗 㭌㺦 䩊㭌䴢㜦㽒㜦䃲䴢 䩊㭌 䃲䝚㷮㺤 䔕䉑䴢䴢㜦㽒䃲䀣 䃲㺦 䤲䝚㽒㺦䃲 㺤䉑㸗 䉑㛮㭟䉑䫥䃲 䃲㜦㜦㭌 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䉑䃲 㺤䩊䃲 㺦㭟㭌䠚
䀖㺤㜦 㛮䉑䃲䴢 䴢䩊䔕㜦 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㽒㜦㙇㺦㽒䴢㜦㸗 㺦㭌 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚’䃲 䃲䩊䴢䝚䉑䴢䩊㺦㭌䀣 㺤㜦 㺤䉑㸗㭌’䴢 㙇䉑䩊㸗 䔕䝚㷮㺤 䉑䴢䴢㜦㭌䴢䩊㺦㭌䀣 䉑䃲䃲䝚䔕䩊㭌䈸 㺤㜦 㭟䉑䃲 䦹䝚䃲䴢 䉑 㙇㜦䴢䴢䫥 䴢㽒㺦䝚㸪㛮㜦䔕䉑㝎㜦㽒䠚 䡙㺦㭟 䩊䴢 䃲㜦㜦䔕㜦㸗 䴢㺤䉑䴢 㭟䉑䃲㭌’䴢 䴢㺤㜦 㷮䉑䃲㜦䠚
㫮㭌䩊䉑䈸
䝚䰘
䈸䉑䩊㭌䉑䠚
䰘㜦
㺤䩊䃲
䃲㸗䉑㜦㝎
㭟㭌㺦
㜦䔕㭌䴢㸗㜦䩊㭌㺦
㙇䉑㭌䃲”㛮䱀
㫊䩊䉑㭌
㽒㜦䉑㽒䩊㜦㛮
㺦䰘”䝚
䉑㺤䃲
䴢䉑㺤䴢
䳺㜦㜦䩊㭌䈸 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㸪㽒䩊㭌䈸 䴢㺤㜦 䴢㺦㙇䩊㷮 㸪䉑㷮㝎䀣 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䉑㸗䦹䝚䃲䴢㜦㸗 㺤㜦㽒 䔕䩊㭌㸗䃲㜦䴢 㸪㜦㭉㺦㽒㜦 㛮㺦㺦㝎䩊㭌䈸 䝚㙇 䉑㭌㸗 㭌㺦㸗㸗䩊㭌䈸䀣 “㱈㭌㸗㜦㜦㸗䀣 㺤㜦 䉑㛮㭟䉑䫥䃲 䉑㷮䴢䃲 㭟䩊䴢㺤 䉑 㙇㛮䉑㭌 䉑㭌㸗 㸗㺦㜦䃲㭌’䴢 㸪㛮䩊㭌㸗㛮䫥 䴢䉑㝎㜦 㽒䩊䃲㝎䃲䠚 䤖㜦䃲䩊㸗㜦䃲䠚䠚䠚”
䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㙇䉑䝚䃲㜦㸗 㭉㺦㽒 䉑 䔕㺦䔕㜦㭌䴢 㸪㜦㭉㺦㽒㜦 㷮㺦㭌䴢䩊㭌䝚䩊㭌䈸䀣 “㯜㜦 㭟䉑䃲 㙇㽒㺦㸪䉑㸪㛮䫥 㷮䉑㙇䴢䝚㽒㜦㸗 䴢㺤䩊䃲 䴢䩊䔕㜦 䴢㺦 䃲䉑㢗㜦 䔕㜦䠚”
䈸㭌䩊㢗䃲䉑
㜦㸪
䤲㺦䝚䀣㽒䃲
㺦䴢
䝚䫥䱀㺦
䴢㺤䉑䴢
㭉㺦
“㛮㺦䠚㭉㺦
䴢䀣㺤㝎㭌㭌䩊䩊䈸
䩊䃲䀣㜦㸗
䈸䴢䩊䴢䩊䃲㭌
㷮䔕㺤䝚
‘㷮䴢㭌䉑
㜦㭌㺦
䉑䃲㸗䩊
㯜㜦
㸗䫥䠚㸗㭌䩊䝚䉑㭉㛮䃲㛮䩊
㭉䃲䝚㭟䩊㛮㺤
䔕”㯜㙇䀣㺤
㱈㭌 㺤䩊䃲 㢗䩊㜦㭟䀣 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 㭟䉑䃲 䦹䝚䃲䴢 䉑 㙇㽒㜦䴢䴢䫥 㸪㺦䫥 㭟㺤㺦 㝎㭌㜦㭟 㺤㺦㭟 䴢㺦 㭉㺦㺦㛮 䈸䩊㽒㛮䃲䀣 䝚㭌㸗㺦䝚㸪䴢㜦㸗㛮䫥 䴢㜦㛮㛮䩊㭌䈸 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䃲㺦䔕㜦䴢㺤䩊㭌䈸 䉑㭉䴢㜦㽒 㸪㜦䩊㭌䈸 㷮䉑㙇䴢䝚㽒㜦㸗䀣 䔕䉑㝎䩊㭌䈸 㺤㜦㽒 䔕䩊䃲䴢䉑㝎㜦㭌㛮䫥 䴢㺤䩊㭌㝎 㺤㜦 㭟䉑䃲 䴢㺤㜦㽒㜦 䴢㺦 䃲䉑㢗㜦 㺤㜦㽒䠚
“㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 䩊䃲 㭌㺦䴢 㭟㺤䉑䴢 䫥㺦䝚 䴢㺤䩊㭌㝎䠚 㯜㜦 䔕䉑䫥 䉑㙇㙇㜦䉑㽒 㷮䉑㽒㜦㛮㜦䃲䃲䀣 㸪䝚䴢 㺤㜦 䩊䃲 䩊㭌㺤㜦㽒㜦㭌䴢㛮䫥 䝚㙇㽒䩊䈸㺤䴢䠚 㱈㭉 䫥㺦䝚 㺤䉑㢗㜦㭌’䴢 㺤䉑㸗 㸗㜦㜦㙇 䩊㭌䴢㜦㽒䉑㷮䴢䩊㺦㭌䃲 㭟䩊䴢㺤 㺤䩊䔕䀣 䫥㺦䝚 㭟㺦㭌’䴢 䴢㽒䝚㛮䫥 䝚㭌㸗㜦㽒䃲䴢䉑㭌㸗 㭟㺤㺦 㺤㜦 䩊䃲䀣” 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㸗㜦㭉㜦㭌㸗㜦㸗 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚䠚
䩊䃲䴢㺤
㭉㽒㺦
䉑㺤㸗
㭌䩊
㺤䴢䴢䉑
㜦㢗㭌㸗㺦㷮䩊㷮㭌
㭌䃲㫊’䩊䉑
㭌䉑㸗
㺦䔕㽒㜦
䴢㽒㙇䫥㜦䴢
䃲㙇䃲㜦㺦䃲㸌㽒䩊㜦㭌
㭟䉑䃲
㛮䚣㛮
㽒㙇䔕㸗䩊䩊䴢㜦㭌
㭉㺦
䩊䉑㭌㫊
㭌㺦㭟
䃲’䝚㽒㺦䃲䤲
㜦㛮㭌䉑㛮㭉
㜦䫥㜦䃲䀣
㭌䉑䑦䈸
㭟㽒㜦㜦
㭌䑦䉑䈸
䫥㺦㸪䠚
㜦㺤
䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䴢㺤㺦䝚䈸㺤䴢 㭉㺦㽒 䉑 䔕㺦䔕㜦㭌䴢 䉑㭌㸗 䃲䉑䩊㸗䀣 “㪏㽒㺦䔕 㭟㺤䉑䴢 䫥㺦䝚’㽒㜦 䃲䉑䫥䩊㭌䈸䀣 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 䃲㺤㺦䝚㛮㸗 㸪㜦 䴢㜦䔕㙇㺦㽒䉑㽒䩊㛮䫥 䃲䉑㭉㜦㹟 㭟㜦 㸗㺦㭌’䴢 㭌㜦㜦㸗 䴢㺦 䩊㭌䴢㜦㽒㢗㜦㭌㜦 㭉㺦㽒 㭌㺦㭟䠚”
䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㭌㺦㸗㸗㜦㸗䀣 “䤖䝚䴢䀣 㭟㺤䉑䴢 䩊㭉 䴢㺤㜦䫥 䉑䃲㝎 䝚䃲 㭉㺦㽒 䩊㭌㭉㺦㽒䔕䉑䴢䩊㺦㭌䱀”
㺤䉑㸗
㛮㽒䝚䴢䫥
䴢䝚䤖
㜦㺦䴢㺤㽒
㜦㸗䫥䉑䉑㛮㽒
㙇㸗㽒㺦㢗䩊㸗㜦
䃲䩊䠚㸗㜦
㺤䳺㜦
㺤䴢㜦
䩊㸗㜦䔕㺦㽒䃲㙇
㭌䩊
䔕䩊㺦㭌㭉㭌䀣䩊㽒㺦䉑䴢
䫥䀣㭌䉑䡫
㭉䩊
䴢㜦㺤䫥
㪏䉑㭌䈸䠚
㺦䴢
㙇䉑䩊䩊㷮㛮㛮䴢㺦
㺤㜦䃲
㜦䝚䃲㽒㛮
㭌䩊
䴢䴢㜦㛮䩊䒙
㭉㺦
㽒㽒㽒㜦㜦㭌䈸㭉䩊
䴢㭌䉑㭌䩊㜦㛮㽒
㸪㜦
㢗㺦㭌㜦䩊㸗㢗㛮
㭌㪏䈸䉑
㜦㺤䴢
䝚㛮㭟㺦㸗
䉑䃲
㺤䴢㜦㭌
㜦㺤䴢
䀣䤖䉑
㛮䈸㜦㽒䈸䝚䴢䃲
䉑㛮䴢㺦㭌䩊䩊䈸㢗
䑦㭉㺦㛮
㛮㺦㭉䑦
㭟䉑䃲
㛮䩊䈸䉑䩊㽒㺦㭌
“㱈’㛮㛮 䃲䴢䉑䫥 㺤㜦㽒㜦 㭉㺦㽒 䉑 㭟㺤䩊㛮㜦 䉑㭌㸗 䉑㸗䉑㙇䴢 䉑䃲 䴢㺤㜦 䃲䩊䴢䝚䉑䴢䩊㺦㭌 㸗㜦㢗㜦㛮㺦㙇䃲䀣” 䴢㺤㜦 䑦㺦㛮㭉 䤲䩊㭌䈸 䃲䩊䈸㺤㜦㸗䀣 “䀖㺤㜦 㽒㜦㸪㜦㛮䃲 㭟䩊䴢㺤䩊㭌 䒙䩊䴢䴢㛮㜦 䤖䉑 䉑㽒㜦㭌’䴢 䴢㺤䉑䴢 䃲䩊䔕㙇㛮㜦䠚 䀖㺤㜦䫥’㽒㜦 㷮㺦㭌㭌㜦㷮䴢㜦㸗 䴢㺦 䉑㭌 䩊㭌䴢㜦㽒㭌䉑䴢䩊㺦㭌䉑㛮 䔕䫥䃲䴢㜦㽒䩊㺦䝚䃲 㺦㽒䈸䉑㭌䩊㝊䉑䴢䩊㺦㭌䀣 㛮䩊㝎㜦㛮䫥 䴢㺤㜦 䃲䉑䔕㜦 䈸㽒㺦䝚㙇 䴢㺤䉑䴢 㷮䉑㙇䴢䝚㽒㜦㸗 䔕㜦 㛮䉑䃲䴢 䴢䩊䔕㜦䠚”
“䑦㺤䉑䴢䱀” 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㜦㸌㷮㛮䉑䩊䔕㜦㸗 䩊㭌 䃲䝚㽒㙇㽒䩊䃲㜦䠚
㷮䉑㙇䴢䝚㽒㜦㸗
㜦㺤䴢
䃲䉑㸗㢗㜦
䉑䃲㭟
㸗㭌㜦㭌䉑䴢㛮䩊㜦䫥㽒䴢㢗
䃲䒙䉑䴢
䩊㺤䠚䔕
䈸㭌䤲䩊
䀣䩊䉑㭌㺤㷀
䩊䔕㜦䴢
䝚䰘
㭌䩊
㭟㺤㜦㭌
㭌㫮䈸䩊䉑
䑦㺦㭉㛮
䀖㺤㜦 䑦㺦㛮㭉 䤲䩊㭌䈸 㺤䉑㸗 㺦㽒䩊䈸䩊㭌䉑㛮㛮䫥 㙇㛮䉑㭌㭌㜦㸗 䴢㺦 㛮㜦䉑㸗 䉑㭌 䉑㽒䔕䫥 㺦㢗㜦㽒䀣 㸪䝚䴢 䴢㺤䉑䴢 㸪䉑䃲㜦 㭟䉑䃲 䴢䉑㝎㜦㭌 㺦㢗㜦㽒 㸪䫥 䴢㺤㜦 㷀㺤䩊㭌㜦䃲㜦 䔕䩊㛮䩊䴢䉑㽒䫥䀣 䉑㭌㸗 䴢㺤㜦 䔕䫥䃲䴢㜦㽒䩊㺦䝚䃲 㺦㽒䈸䉑㭌䩊㝊䉑䴢䩊㺦㭌 㢗䉑㭌䩊䃲㺤㜦㸗 䉑䈸䉑䩊㭌䠚
䤖㜦䃲䩊㸗㜦䃲䀣 䔕㜦㽒㷮㜦㭌䉑㽒䩊㜦䃲 䉑㽒㜦㭌’䴢 䉑㛮㛮㺦㭟㜦㸗 㺦㭌 㷀㺤䩊㭌㜦䃲㜦 䃲㺦䩊㛮䀣 䔕䉑㝎䩊㭌䈸 䩊䴢 㭌㜦䉑㽒 䩊䔕㙇㺦䃲䃲䩊㸪㛮㜦 㭉㺦㽒 㽒㜦㢗㜦㭌䈸㜦䠚
䃲㸪㜦㜦㽒㛮
䴢㸪䝚㺦㽒䈸㺤
㺤䴢䴢䉑
㺤㜦䴢
㽒㺤㜦䠚㜦
㭟㜦㽒㜦
㭌㜦㜦㸪
䉑㺤㸗
㭟㺤㷮䩊㺤
䴢㺦
䃲䝚䩊㺦䃲㽒䔕䴢䫥㜦
㸗㛮㜦䩊㭌㝎
䴢䩊䃲㜦㢗䈸䈸䩊㭌㭌䉑䴢䩊
㭌㜦㭟䃲
㺦䀣㭌㭟
䤖䉑
䒙䴢䩊㜦㛮䴢
㺤䴢㜦
䩊䔕㺤
㺤䴢䴢䉑
㭌䉑㝊䀣㺦䩊㽒㺦䈸䉑䴢㭌䩊
䉑㝊㭌䴢䈸䩊㽒㺦䩊㺦㭌䉑㹟
㜦䰘
㺤㜦䴢
㫊䩊㭌䉑
䩊㭌
䫥㛮䃲㜦䴢㷮㽒㜦
㷮㜦㽒㸗䩊㜦㢗㜦
㺤㜦
㷀㺦䩊㭌㷮䩊㸗㜦㭌䴢䉑㛮㛮䫥䀣 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㺤䉑㙇㙇㜦㭌㜦㸗 䴢㺦 㸪㜦 㷮䉑㙇䴢䝚㽒㜦㸗 䴢㺦㺦䀣 㺦㽒䩊䈸䩊㭌䉑㛮㛮䫥 㙇㛮䉑㭌㭌䩊㭌䈸 䉑 㽒㜦䃲㷮䝚㜦 䔕䩊䃲䃲䩊㺦㭌䠚 㯜㺦㭟㜦㢗㜦㽒䀣 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䈸㺦䴢 㺦䝚䴢 㺦㭌 㺤㜦㽒 㺦㭟㭌 䉑㭌㸗 㜦㢗㜦㭌 㷮㺦㭌㢗㜦䫥㜦㸗 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚’䃲 䃲䴢䉑䴢䝚䃲 䴢㺦 㺤䩊䔕䠚
䤖䉑㷮㝎 㭟㺤㜦㭌 䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㭟䉑䩊䴢㜦㸗 㭉㺦㽒 㸗䉑䫥䃲 䩊㭌 䴢㺤㜦 䡙㺦㽒䴢㺤㜦䉑䃲䴢 㺦㭉 㷀㺤䩊㭌䉑 㭉㺦㽒 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚䀣 䉑㛮䴢㺤㺦䝚䈸㺤 䩊䴢 㭟䉑䃲 㽒㜦䈸㽒㜦䴢䴢䉑㸪㛮㜦䀣 㺤㜦 䴢㺤㺦䝚䈸㺤䴢 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 㙇㜦㽒䩊䃲㺤㜦㸗䠚
㢗㜦䉑㛮䩊
㭌䃲㜦㭟
㭟䉑䃲
䩊䔕㭌䔕㜦䃲㜦
㺦䦹䠚䫥
䴢㺤䴢䉑
䰘䝚
䩊㷮㜦㜦䈸㭌䡫䩊㢗
㺦㽒䈸䴢㺤䝚㸪
䩊䔕㺤
㭌䩊㫮䈸䉑
㸗䴢䫥㺦䉑
䀖㺤㺦䝚䈸㺤 㺤㜦 㸗䩊㸗㭌’䴢 㝎㭌㺦㭟 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 㭟㜦㛮㛮䀣 㺤㜦 㝎㭌㜦㭟 䴢㺤㜦 䔕䉑㭌 㭟䉑䃲 㸗㜦㭉䩊㭌䩊䴢㜦㛮䫥 䉑 䴢䉑㛮㜦㭌䴢䠚 㱈㭉 㙇㺦䃲䃲䩊㸪㛮㜦䀣 㺤㜦 㭟䉑㭌䴢㜦㸗 䴢㺦 㽒㜦㷮㽒䝚䩊䴢 㫮䩊䉑㭌䈸 䰘䝚 䩊㭌䴢㺦 䑦㺦㛮㭉 㪏䉑㭌䈸䠚
䤖㜦䃲䩊㸗㜦䃲䀣 䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㺤䉑㸗 㭉㜦㜦㛮䩊㭌䈸䃲 㭉㺦㽒 㺤䩊䔕䀣 㭟㺤䩊㷮㺤 䦹䝚䃲䴢 㙇㛮䉑䫥㜦㸗 䩊㭌䴢㺦 䴢㺤㜦䩊㽒 㺤䉑㭌㸗䃲䠚
㜦䰘
㭉䔕㽒㺦㱈”㭌
䉑䴢
䃲㜦㷮㺦㛮
㜦㜦㽒㛮䃲㸪
䴢㺦
㭌㸗䉑
䃲䀣㸗䉑䩊
䉑䫥㭌
㺦䡫㽒䴢㙇㜦
䩊䉑䔕㝎㭌䈸
㭌䩊㫮䉑䈸
‘䃲䝚䰘
㭌䉑㸗
㜦㺤䴢
㭌䩊㫊䉑
㽒㺤㜦䴢㺦䃲㽒㸪
䫥㜦㜦
㺦㭌
䔕”䴢㜦㸗㛮䫥䉑㜦䔕䩊䩊䠚
䑦䈸䉑㭌
㛮㭌䉑䀣㙇䃲
㭉䴢㜦㽒䚣
䔕䴢㜦㭌䃲㛮㸗㙇㢗㺦㜦㜦
㺤䴢㜦
䴢䉑㭌䴢㺦䝚䃲䩊䩊䠚
㭌䉑㫊䩊
㜦㭟㛮㺦㸪
㙇㜦㜦㝎
㺦㸗㛮㝎㜦㺦
䉑
䑦䉑㭌䈸 㫊䩊䉑㭌 㭌㺦㸗㸗㜦㸗 䍓䝚䩊㷮㝎㛮䫥䀣 “㱈 䝚㭌㸗㜦㽒䃲䴢䉑㭌㸗䠚”
䰘㜦 㫊䩊䉑㭌 䴢㺤㜦㭌 㭌㺦㸗㸗㜦㸗䀣 䴢䝚㽒㭌䩊㭌䈸 䴢㺦 䤲䝚㽒㺦䃲䀣 “㱈’㛮㛮 㸪㜦 䃲䴢䉑䫥䩊㭌䈸 㺤㜦㽒㜦 㭉㺦㽒 䉑 㭟㺤䩊㛮㜦㹟 䫥㺦䝚 䃲㺤㺦䝚㛮㸗 㺤㜦䉑㸗 㸪䉑㷮㝎 㭉䩊㽒䃲䴢䠚䠚”