Novel Full Chapter 2021: The Feeling of Liking Someone in 2020
Chapter 2021: The Feeling of Liking Someone in 2020
What surprised Jing Xiaocha was that Old Mr. Jin also invited Wen Jin and Ou Yihan to his birthday banquet.
That morning, Jing Xiaocha was sitting on the sofa rushing to meet a deadline when she received a call from Wen Jin. “Do you want to attend Jin Yunchang’s birthday banquet?”
Wen Jin’s voice came over the wire, faintly mixed with a woman’s voice.
Jing Xiaocha was slightly stunned, “Yes, Brother Wen, Jin Zheyu invited me, saying it’s his father’s birthday party, with many famous screenwriters attending. I have no screenwriting experience…”
“Have you bought a dress?”
Jing Xiaocha was interrupted by Wen Jin before she could finish.
The conversation jumped topics, and it took Jing Xiaocha a second to respond, “I don’t need to buy one. The one I wore to Sister Bai’s wedding will do.”
There was a moment of silence on the call. Was Wen Jin angry at what she said, or was he contemplating something?
Jing Xiaocha hesitated for a moment, then explained, “I’ve only worn that dress twice. Maybe at tonight’s party, no one will notice me.”
Jing Xiaocha now had money, two million yuan in compensation from Man Tianxue and Li Minxu. But she felt that since she had clothes, there was no need to buy another just for tonight’s event.
“Wait at home.”
Wen Jin said inexplicably, leaving Jing Xiaocha puzzled.
Just as she was about to ask, the other party hung up.
“Auntie, I finished my homework.”
Jing Xiaocha was lost in thought, pondering what Wen Jin’s last statement meant, when she heard Zhang Minghui’s voice.
She looked up and saw Zhang Minghui standing in front of her with his homework.
Taking the homework from Zhang Minghui’s hand, Jing Xiaocha smiled with satisfaction, “Hmm, very well written, very neat. Do you understand the meaning of these words?”
“I understand them all.”
Zhang Minghui nodded confidently.
Jing Xiaocha smiled contentedly, “Are you going out with Ziyi this afternoon?”
“Yes, Ziyi said if I finish my homework well today, he would let me ride a horse this afternoon.”
When Zhang Minghui mentioned riding a horse, his eyes sparkled with joy and excitement. He had accompanied Ziyi to the horse stable several times, always taking care of the horses, or at times when Ziyi didn’t take Qingqing for a ride, he would look after Qingqing.
In just one week, Zhang Minghui went from initially distrusting Ziyi to admiring him completely.
The reason, of course, was the frequent challenges with Ziyi and having been outsmarted by him many times.
That younger boy, a few years his junior, always had such strange ideas that caught him off guard.
“Alright then, go and review everything you’ve learned this week.”
Jing Xiaocha instructed plainly, as Zhang Minghui nodded and agreed cheerfully, “Okay, Auntie, I’ll go review now and cook lunch.”
“Wait until your hand is better to cook.”
Jing Xiaocha shook her head, indicating he should focus on reviewing his lessons first.
Zhang Minghui smiled and ran back to the balcony with his homework.
Watching him diligently at his desk, Jing Xiaocha’s lips curled into a smile of satisfaction. Bringing Zhang Minghui back this time seemed like the right decision.
Initially, she didn’t want to take responsibility for Zhang Minghui because he had always resented her and wouldn’t listen to her.
But after Gu Kai’s threats and intimidation at the hospital, followed by Wen Jin exposing his lies, and then being won over by Ziyi, a younger child, Zhang Minghui gradually changed.
Jing Xiaocha picked up her laptop and continued typing until her phone rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, a fleeting surprise crossed Jing Xiaocha’s clear eyes. She placed the laptop on the coffee table and pressed the answer button, “Hello, Brother Wen.”
“I’m downstairs at the apartment. Come down now.”
“Is there something you need, Brother Wen?”
“Come down within ten minutes. I’ve already called Qing Feng. He’ll come to pick up Zhang Minghui so you don’t have to worry about him being unattended.”
Wen Jin didn’t seem inclined to explain further and only urged Jing Xiaocha to come down, having already arranged for Zhang Minghui.
Jing Xiaocha furrowed her brows slightly, unsure what Wen Jin wanted with her.
But if Wen Jin really had something to discuss, she couldn’t possibly refuse.
She hadn’t seen Wen Jin in several days. Although Jing Xiaocha could control herself and not contact Wen Jin proactively, she couldn’t suppress missing him.
Even hearing his voice made her heart flutter with joy.
So, subconsciously, she was very willing to go down and meet him. Whatever Wen Jin needed her for, she was agreeable because it meant seeing him.
Agreeing with a “Sure,” Jing Xiaocha hung up the phone. After saying a few words to Zhang Minghui, she went into the room to change clothes, glanced in the mirror to make sure everything looked fine, and then grabbed her bag to head downstairs.
The sun outside was blazing, and Jing Xiaocha shielded the sun with her bag.
“Why not use an umbrella?”
Wen Jin sat in the driver’s seat, lowered the car window, and watched Jing Xiaocha walk over.
Jing Xiaocha opened the passenger door and got in, “It’s not far, just a few steps. No need for an umbrella.”
Wen Jin glanced at her, “… Next time, take an umbrella when you go out. The summer sun is harsh and can damage your skin.”
Wen Jin initially wanted to say, “You’re just like Ranran. Other girls are afraid of tanning, even if standing in the sun for a second, they fully gear up.”
But after thinking about it, he changed his words.
Jing Xiaocha chuckled, “I put on sunscreen, so it should protect my skin. Brother Wen, where are we going?”
“Buckle up.”
Wen Jin’s gaze lingered on her fair and delicate face for a second, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Indeed, she had applied sunscreen, as the air around him carried a faint fresh scent.
She didn’t even bother to put on makeup.
Jing Xiaocha lowered her head to fasten her seatbelt, sensing Wen Jin’s gaze on her. Her heartbeat became slightly chaotic due to the influence.
Maybe it was the sudden encounter after not seeing him for a few days. The distinct, pleasant minty scent on him made her heartbeat involuntarily erratic.
Deep within her heart, a joy quietly burgeoned, gradually filling her entire chest.
Jing Xiaocha didn’t know what it felt like for other girls when they liked someone or faced someone they adored.
But as long as she faced Wen Jin, even her heartbeat would accelerate.
Once the car was on the road, Wen Jin said slowly, “Yihan and I also got invited. We’re attending Jin Yunchang’s birthday banquet tonight. I was helping her pick out a dress earlier and thought you might not have bought one, so I called you.”
Sitting in the passenger seat, Jing Xiaocha turned slightly, her gaze unintentionally falling on Wen Jin’s large hand on the steering wheel.
Unexpectedly hearing his words, the joy that quietly grew in her heart was suddenly doused like a bucket of cold water.
䙕㳐
㻠㴝䈴䢥䞬㗦䚮㳐䙕䐦䚮㳐
老
䎵䚮䢥㻠䟺
老
盧
䂡㠥㚩
蘆
櫓
擄
盧
㳐䚮㡡㵈
䐦㚩㻠㴝
䢥㻠㻠䟺䣲
㧇䚮䢥
㴝䓾䟺
虜
䢥䚮䎵
虜
魯
㳗䚮䎵 㡡㳐㗦䢥㻠㡡㠥 䵝䐦䎵㴝䚮䈴 㡡㳐䵝㴝 䏼䟺䎵䎵㳐䚮䈴 䟺䙕 䟺㡡㑝䂡㴝㻠 㳐㑝䵝䚮䎵䏼䚮䵝㻠㳐㪄㡡䚮 㪄㳐㻠㻠䚮䎵䙕䚮㴝㴝䖏 䟺䙕䈴 䢥䚮䎵 㴝㡡㳐㗦䢥㻠㡡㠥 㡡䂡䓾䚮䎵䚮䈴 䚮㠥䚮㴝 䈴㳐䈴 䙕䂡㻠 㡡㳐䭟㻠䣲
㳗䚮䎵 㗦䟺䊰䚮 䎵䚮㑝䟺㳐䙕䚮䈴 䭟㳐䞬䚮䈴 䂡䙕 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕’㴝 䈴㳐㴝㻠㳐䙕䏼㻠㡡㠥 㚩䂡㳐䙕㻠䚮䈴 䭟㳐䙕㗦䚮䎵㴝䣲
䟺㻠
䐦㳐䖏䎵㭠㴝
㻠䓾䙕㳐㗦䚮䙕㳐䙕
䚮㻠䎵䚮㳐䙕
㳐䙕䚮㻠䟺㠥䎵䏼㻠㳐㡡
䚮䎵䢥
䟺
㠥䓾㻠㳐㴝㡡䭟
㪄䙕㴝䚮㳐㴝䎵㻠㻠䚮
㳐䚮㻠䭟㡡㴝
䟺䢥䖏䚮䎵㻠
䎵䚮䢥
㳐䙕㻠䂡
㻠䚮䢥
䟺䙕䈴
㳐㠥䏼㵈䐦䨳㡡
䎵䎵䐦䓾㪄䂡䚮䈴
㳐䚮㵈㡡
䚮䎵䢥
䂡䭟
䚮䢥㧇
䙕䈴䟺
䚮䎵䣲㻠䢥䟺
䙕䏼䂡䚮䎵䎵
䵝㴝㳐㡡
䐦䏼䵝㗦䙕䏼䂡㠥㳐
“䓊’㑝 䙕䂡㻠 㴝䂡㑝䚮 㴝䂡䏼㳐䟺㡡㳐㻠䚮 䂡䎵 㡡䟺䈴㠥䖏 䓊 䈴䂡䙕’㻠 䙕䚮䚮䈴 㻠䢥䂡㴝䚮 䚮䞬䵝䚮䙕㴝㳐㭠䚮 㗦䂡䓾䙕㴝䣲”
㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺’㴝 㭠䂡㳐䏼䚮 㴝䂡䐦䙕䈴䚮䈴 䚮㭠䚮䙕 㻠䂡 䢥䚮䎵㴝䚮㡡䭟䖏 䟺 㪄㳐㻠 㴝㻠䎵䟺䙕㗦䚮䣲
㗦䓾㸮䂡㴝䙕”
㡡䂡㠥䙕
䢥䂡䑔”
㠥䟺㴝㴝
䓾䎵䚮䟺
䏼䂡㡡㻠䟺㴝㳐㴝㳐䚮
䈴䚮㡡㳐䟺㴝
䈴䙕䟺
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 䎵䚮䭟䐦㻠䚮䈴 䢥䚮䎵 䓾䂡䎵䈴㴝䖏 㻠䐦䎵䙕䚮䈴 䢥㳐㴝 䢥䚮䟺䈴 㻠䂡 㡡䂡䂡㵈 䟺㻠 䢥䚮䎵䖏 䟺䙕䈴 㴝㡡㳐㗦䢥㻠㡡㠥 䭟䐦䎵䎵䂡䓾䚮䈴 䢥㳐㴝 䢥䟺䙕䈴㴝䂡㑝䚮 㪄䎵䂡䓾㴝䣲
㳗䚮 䭟䚮㡡㻠 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 䓾䟺㴝 㴝䂡㑝䚮䓾䢥䟺㻠 䟺䓾㵈䓾䟺䎵䈴䕢 㴝䢥䚮 䓾䟺㴝 䭟㳐䙕䚮 㚩䐦㴝㻠 㑝䂡㑝䚮䙕㻠㴝 䟺㗦䂡䖏 㴝䐦䈴䈴䚮䙕㡡㠥 䙕䂡䓾 㴝䢥䚮 㴝䚮䚮㑝䚮䈴 㻠䂡 㪄䚮 䟺䙕㗦䎵㠥䣲
㻠䚮㗦䙕䈴㻠㳐䙕䟺
䙕㳐㦇
“䗫䎵䂡’䚮䐦
䓾㡡㳐㡡
䂡䚮䚮㡡䵝䵝
䎵䚮㭠䚮㠥
‘㳐䈴㻠䙕䈴
㵈㡡㻠䣲䟺”
䙕䚮㡡䈴㠥䈴㴝䐦
䙕䖏䂡䓾
㪄䚮
㵈䚮㑝䟺
䟺㴝䚮㑝
䟺䏼㳐㳧䟺䢥䂡
㠥䙕䟺㑝
䟺㴝䵝䚮䐦䏼㡡㻠䚮
䑔䚮䙕
䂡䭟㻠䐦㻠㳐
䢥㻠䚮
㚩㻠䐦㴝
㳐䙕
䚮㑝㻠㳐
㴝䓾䟺
䢥䚮㻠
䑔㳐㗦䚮䟺䙕䎵
䟺䓾㵈䓾䖏䈴䎵䟺
䚮䐦䣲䭟䎵䐦㻠
㳐䎵䚮䚮䎵䎵㻠䚮䙕䏼㴝䓾
䟺
䢥䓾㠥
‘䐦㠥䂡㡡㡡
䏼䙕䂡㳐䚮䈴㻠䖏䙕䐦
䢥䚮
㻠㴝䐦䨳䚮䙕䟺㪄
㗦㦇䙕㳐
“㘅䎵䂡㻠䢥䚮䎵 䑔䚮䙕䖏 䓊 䎵䚮䟺㡡㡡㠥 䈴䂡䙕’㻠 䙕䚮䚮䈴 㳐㻠䣲”
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕’㴝 䓾䂡䎵䈴㴝 䓾䚮䎵䚮 䓾䚮㡡㡡䒯㳐䙕㻠䚮䙕㻠㳐䂡䙕䚮䈴䖏 㪄䐦㻠 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 䭟䂡䐦䙕䈴 㻠䢥䚮㑝 㗦䎵䟺㻠㳐䙕㗦䣲
䚮㴝䢥
䏼㴝㴝㳐䂡䐦㪄䏼䂡䐦䙕㴝㡡㠥
䟺䢥㴝䎵䚮䖏䵝䵝
䚮䢥㚬
䎵䂡
㚩䂡䐦䚮䟺㡡䣲㴝
䟺䓾㴝
䓾䙕䚮㵈
㻠䂡䖏㭠㵈㳐䙕䎵㳐䙕䚮䢥㗦
䟺䓾㴝
䚮䢥㴝
㧇䢥㳐䙕㵈㳐䙕㗦 㻠䢥䟺㻠 䢥䚮 䓾䟺㴝 䏼䂡㑝䵝䟺䎵㳐䙕㗦 䢥䚮䎵 㻠䂡 䔇䐦 䗫㳐䢥䟺䙕䖏 䓾䢥䂡 䓾䟺㴝 䟺 㡡䟺䈴㠥䖏 䢥䟺䈴 㴝㻠䐦䈴㳐䚮䈴 䟺㪄䎵䂡䟺䈴 䭟䂡䎵 㠥䚮䟺䎵㴝䖏 䟺䙕䈴 䓾䟺㴝 䙕䂡䓾 䟺 㠥䂡䐦䙕㗦 䟺䙕䈴 䵝䎵䂡㑝㳐㴝㳐䙕㗦 㗦㠥䙕䚮䏼䂡㡡䂡㗦㳐㴝㻠䣲
㑱㭠䚮䙕 㑝䂡䎵䚮 㳐㑝䵝䂡䎵㻠䟺䙕㻠㡡㠥䖏 㴝䢥䚮 䓾䟺㴝 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕’㴝 㗦㳐䎵㡡䭟䎵㳐䚮䙕䈴䣲
䎵䭟䙕㳐䚮䎵䈴㳐㗦㡡
㳐䢥㴝
䂡㻠
䓾䟺㴝
䂡䂡䚮䢥㴝䏼
䂡䏼䵝䙕㠥䙕䏼㳐䟺㗦㑝䟺
㳐䂡㡡䚮㭠㭠䙕
㳗䚮
㗦䂡㴝䖏䓾䙕
䢥䓾㠥
㻠’㻠㴝䟺䢥
䂡㻠䂡㸮
䚮䚮䟺䈴㪄䙕䐦䈴䙕䎵䖏㴝㡡㻠䟺
㪄㻠䐦
䚮䢥䎵
㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 䈴㳐䈴䙕’㻠 㵈䙕䂡䓾 䓾䢥䚮䎵䚮 䢥䚮䎵 䟺䙕㗦䚮䎵 䏼䟺㑝䚮 䭟䎵䂡㑝䖏 㪄䐦㻠 䟺㻠 㻠䢥㳐㴝 㑝䂡㑝䚮䙕㻠䖏 㴝䢥䚮 㚩䐦㴝㻠 䓾䟺䙕㻠䚮䈴 㻠䂡 㪄㡡䂡䓾 䐦䵝 䟺㻠 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕䣲
㳛䚮䎵䢥䟺䵝㴝 㻠䢥䚮 㚩䂡㠥 㻠䢥䟺㻠 䢥䟺䈴 䨳䐦㳐䚮㻠㡡㠥 㗦䎵䂡䓾䙕 㳐䙕 䢥䚮䎵 䢥䚮䟺䎵㻠 䢥䟺䈴 㴝䐦䈴䈴䚮䙕㡡㠥 㻠䐦䎵䙕䚮䈴 㳐䙕㻠䂡 㪄䂡䐦䙕䈴㡡䚮㴝㴝 㪄㳐㻠㻠䚮䎵䙕䚮㴝㴝䖏 㑝䟺㵈㳐䙕㗦 䢥䚮䎵 䓾䟺䙕㻠 㻠䂡 㭠䚮䙕㻠 㳐㑝䵝䐦㡡㴝㳐㭠䚮㡡㠥䣲
䖏䙕䂡㳐䏼䂡䙕䭟䐦㴝
䂡䏼䚮䢥䂡㴝
䙕㴝䈴䵝䚮
䎵䏼䚮㻠㻠㡡䟺䙕䐦
㳐㡡㵈䣲䚮
䣲㳐”㻠
㦇㳐䙕
㠥䂡䐦
䙕㻠㳐㳐䙕㵈㗦䢥
䙕䑔䚮
䈴䚮䎵䎵䐦䭟䓾䂡
㻠䢥䎵䖏䚮䚮
㳐㦇䙕㗦
㻠㴝䐦㚩
䚮䓾
䂡䎵㪄䓾㴝
䂡䭟䎵
䂡䐦䗫
䚮䑔䢥”䙕
䟺䓾㴝
㻠㳐䢥䓾
㭠䚮䚮䙕
㳐䏼䂡䟺㳧䢥䟺
㴝㳐䢥
䂡㻠
䖏䚮㑝䙕㠥䂡
䂡㻠
㗦䚮㻠
䈴䙕’㻠䂡
㻠㗦㳐㻠䢥䚮䖏䎵
䟺㠥䵝
㻠䟺
䢥㴝䚮
䎵䚮㭠䚮㻠䟺䢥䓾
䂡䙕㗦㡡䂡㵈㳐
䢥䟺䚮㭠
㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 㴝䐦䈴䈴䚮䙕㡡㠥 㡡䟺䐦㗦䢥䚮䈴䣲
㳻䟺䐦㗦䢥㳐䙕㗦 䓾㳐㻠䢥 㴝䚮㡡䭟䒯㑝䂡䏼㵈䚮䎵㠥 䟺䙕䈴 㪄㳐㻠㻠䚮䎵䙕䚮㴝㴝䣲
䈴㻠䟺㻠䚮䎵䚮
䙕㻠䂡
㻠䟺
䂡㵈䈴䂡䚮㡡
䖏䙕䚮䑔
㠥䂡䐦
䙕㳐䙕㠥䚮䐦㡡䚮㗦
㳐㡡㵈䚮
‘㴝㻠㳐
㳐’䙕㦇㴝
䐦㚩㴝㻠
㠥䐦㪄
䎵䭟䂡䭟䟺䈴
䐦䂡㠥
㗦䂡
䓊
㳐㻠
“㘅䎵䎵䂡㻠䢥䚮
䙕㗦䖏䂡䓾
㗦䙕㳐㳐䎵䖏䚮䈴䎵㡡䭟
㠥䐦㪄
䈴’㻠䂡䙕
䓊
䙕䈴䚮䚮
㴝㳐
㳐㻠
䚮㚬䢥
㡡䢥䐦㴝䂡䈴
㳐䓾㻠䢥
㻠䂡
㚩䐦㻠㴝
䚮䈴䚮䙕
䟺䙕㻠䏼’
㠥㴝䣲䚮䚮
䈴䟺䙕
㑝䚮䣲
䓊
䖏㻠㳐
䚮㗦㻠䙕㡡䚮
䑔䚮䙕
㳗䚮
䎵”䢥䚮䣲
㻠䂡
䢥㻠䟺㻠
䢥䚮䎵
䐦䔇
䢥㡡㟞䈴䏼㳐
䙕䂡䈴㻠’
䐦㠥㪄
䭟䂡䎵
䟺
䎵㚬㳐㻠䚮㴝
䂡䐦㠥䎵
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 䓾䟺㴝 㴝㡡㳐㗦䢥㻠㡡㠥 㻠䟺㵈䚮䙕 䟺㪄䟺䏼㵈䣲
㧇䢥䚮 㑝䂡䎵䚮 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 㴝䵝䂡㵈䚮䖏 㻠䢥䚮 㑝䂡䎵䚮 䟺㗦㳐㻠䟺㻠䚮䈴 㴝䢥䚮 㪄䚮䏼䟺㑝䚮䖏 䟺䙕䈴 㻠䢥䚮 㑝䂡䎵䚮 䵝䎵䂡䙕䂡䐦䙕䏼䚮䈴 㻠䢥䚮 㴝䟺䎵䏼䟺㴝㑝 㳐䙕 䢥䚮䎵 㻠䂡䙕䚮 㪄䚮䏼䟺㑝䚮䣲
㪄䚮
䢥䚮
䟺
䈴䚮’䢥
䎵䏼㴝䚮䈴㳐䙕
㑝䂡䎵䭟
䢥㴝㻠䖏㳐
䭟䓊
䂡㡡䂡䭟䣲
䢥㻠䚮䙕
‘䏼㡡䂡䐦䈴㻠䙕
㳐㑝䂡㗦㻠䚮㴝䢥䙕
㡡㴝㻠㳐㡡
㘅䐦㻠 䢥䚮 䢥䟺䈴䙕’㻠 㻠䢥䂡䐦㗦䢥㻠 㻠䢥䟺㻠 䭟䟺䎵䕢 䵝䚮䎵䢥䟺䵝㴝 䢥䚮 䓾䟺㴝 䐦㴝䚮䈴 㻠䂡 㻠䎵䚮䟺㻠㳐䙕㗦 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 䟺㴝 䟺 㴝㳐㴝㻠䚮䎵䖏 䟺䈴䈴㳐㻠㳐䂡䙕䟺㡡㡡㠥 㳐䙕䭟㡡䐦䚮䙕䏼䚮䈴 㪄㠥 䑔䚮䙕 䚉䟺䙕’㴝 㳐䙕㴝㻠䎵䐦䏼㻠㳐䂡䙕㴝䣲
㳗䚮 䭟䂡䎵㗦䂡㻠 㻠䢥䟺㻠 㪄䚮䏼䟺䐦㴝䚮 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 㡡㳐㵈䚮䈴 䢥㳐㑝䖏 䢥䚮 㴝䢥䂡䐦㡡䈴 㑝䟺㳐䙕㻠䟺㳐䙕 䟺 䈴㳐㴝㻠䟺䙕䏼䚮 䭟䎵䂡㑝 䢥䚮䎵䣲
䟺䭟䭟䎵䈴䂡
䟺
䙕’䟺䏼㻠
䂡㠥䐦
㗦䓾”䂡䣲䙕
䓊’㑝
䙕䂡㻠
㴝㠥㳐㗦䟺䙕
䢥”䖏䏼䂡㳧㳐䟺䟺
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 㻠䢥䂡䐦㗦䢥㻠 䭟䂡䎵 䟺 㑝䂡㑝䚮䙕㻠䖏 㻠䎵㠥㳐䙕㗦 㻠䂡 䚮䞬䵝㡡䟺㳐䙕䣲
“㘅䎵䂡㻠䢥䚮䎵 䑔䚮䙕䖏 䏼䟺䙕 㠥䂡䐦 㡡䚮㻠 㑝䚮 䂡䭟䭟 䢥䚮䎵䚮 㳐䙕 䭟䎵䂡䙕㻠䖏 䓊 䈴䂡䙕’㻠 䓾䟺䙕㻠 㻠䂡 㪄䐦㠥 䟺 㗦䂡䓾䙕 䟺䙕㠥㑝䂡䎵䚮䖏 䓊’㡡㡡 㚩䐦㴝㻠 㗦䂡 㴝䢥䂡䵝䵝㳐䙕㗦 䟺㻠 㻠䢥䚮 㑝䟺㡡㡡䣲”
㻠䂡
䑔䚮䙕
㳐䙕㦇
䂡䖏䙕䓾㗦
䂡㻠䢥㻠䐦㗦䢥
䟺
䚮䢥㴝
䎵䣲䚮䢥
䈴㳐’䈴䙕㻠
䚮㭠䚮䙕
䭟㳐
㦇㳐㗦䙕
䙕䟺㑝䏼䟺䏼䵝䂡㠥
㻠䂡
䈴䚮䚮䙕䚮䈴
㪄䐦㠥
䚮㡡㡡䎵䟺㠥
䚮䈴䚮䙕
㴝䖏㡡䎵䚮䭟䚮䢥
㴝䚮䢥
䢥㳐㳧䟺䂡䏼䟺
䂡㻠
㚬䢥䚮 䈴㳐䈴䙕’㻠 䓾䟺䙕㻠 㻠䂡 㪄䚮 䟺䙕㠥䂡䙕䚮’㴝 㻠䢥㳐䎵䈴 䓾䢥䚮䚮㡡䣲
㚬㳐䙕䏼䚮 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 䟺䙕䈴 䔇䐦 䗫㳐䢥䟺䙕 䓾䚮䎵䚮 䙕䂡䓾 䈴䟺㻠㳐䙕㗦䖏 㴝䢥䚮 䭟䚮䟺䎵䚮䈴 㻠䢥䟺㻠 㪄䚮㳐䙕㗦 䓾㳐㻠䢥 㻠䢥䚮㑝䖏 㴝䢥䚮 㑝㳐㗦䢥㻠 䟺䏼䏼㳐䈴䚮䙕㻠䟺㡡㡡㠥 䎵䚮㭠䚮䟺㡡 䢥䚮䎵 䟺䭟䭟䚮䏼㻠㳐䂡䙕 䭟䂡䎵 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕䣲
䔇䐦
㳐䈴䚮䟺㡡㴝䚮㴝䵝
䢥㧇㳐㴝
䟺䙕䗫䢥䣲㳐
㡡䈴䓾䐦䂡
䔇䭟 䏼䂡䐦䎵㴝䚮䖏 㴝䢥䚮 䟺㡡㴝䂡 䏼䂡䐦㡡䈴䙕’㻠 㚩䐦㴝㻠 㴝㑝㳐㡡䚮 䟺䙕䈴 䓾䟺㻠䏼䢥 㻠䢥䚮㳐䎵 㡡䂡㭠㳐䙕㗦 㴝䓾䚮䚮㻠䙕䚮㴝㴝䣲
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 䎵䚮㑝䟺㳐䙕䚮䈴 㴝㳐㡡䚮䙕㻠䖏 䙕䂡㻠 䟺㗦䎵䚮䚮㳐䙕㗦 㻠䂡 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺’㴝 䎵䚮䨳䐦䚮㴝㻠䣲
䐦㪄㠥
䟺
䙕㗦䓾䂡䖏
䢥䎵䚮
㚬䏼䚮㳐䙕
䟺㴝䈴㳐
‘䏼䈴㻠䐦㡡䙕䂡
䢥䟺䟺䓾㡡䭟䣲㠥
㡡䟺㭠䚮䚮
䙕䟺䈴
䢥䚮
㗦㳐㦇䙕
䂡䐦㻠
䂡㻠䢥䎵䐦㗦㪄
䈴䚮䢥’
䢥䚮䎵
䐦㴝㻠㚩
䢥䂡㳐䟺䏼㳧䟺
䚮䢥
䔇䙕䏼䚮 䂡䎵 㻠䓾㳐䏼䚮 㳐㴝 䭟㳐䙕䚮䖏 㪄䐦㻠 䙕䂡㻠 㻠䢥䎵㳐䏼䚮䣲
㮑㴝 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 䵝䂡䙕䈴䚮䎵䚮䈴 䢥䂡䓾 㻠䂡 䏼䂡㑝䭟䂡䎵㻠 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺䖏 䔇䐦 䗫㳐䢥䟺䙕’㴝 䏼䟺㡡㡡 䏼䟺㑝䚮 㳐䙕䣲
䟺䈴㠥䚮䎵㡡䟺
䖏䙕㳐㦇
㠥䂡䐦
䙕䟺䈴
䂡䙕
䚮㻠䢥
‘䓊䚮㭠
㠥䓾䢥
㭠䚮㻠䢥’䟺䙕
㴝㴝㴝䣲䚮䚮䎵”䈴
䎵㻠䈴䚮㳐
䈴㸮䚮㭠㳐䎵䎵䟺
䑔”䙕䚮
䂡㳧䟺䏼䟺㳐䢥
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 㗦㡡䟺䙕䏼䚮䈴 䟺㻠 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 㻠䢥䎵䂡䐦㗦䢥 㻠䢥䚮 䎵䚮䟺䎵㭠㳐䚮䓾 㑝㳐䎵䎵䂡䎵䖏 “䑔䚮’䎵䚮 䂡䙕 䂡䐦䎵 䓾䟺㠥䖏 䓾䚮’㡡㡡 㪄䚮 㻠䢥䚮䎵䚮 㴝䂡䂡䙕䣲”
“䓊 㚩䐦㴝㻠 㗦䂡㻠 䟺 䏼䟺㡡㡡 䭟䎵䂡㑝 㻠䢥䚮 䢥䂡㴝䵝㳐㻠䟺㡡䖏 䓊 㑝㳐㗦䢥㻠 䙕䚮䚮䈴 㻠䂡 㗦䂡 㪄䟺䏼㵈 㳐㑝㑝䚮䈴㳐䟺㻠䚮㡡㠥䖏 䓾䢥㠥 䈴䂡䙕’㻠 㠥䂡䐦 䟺䏼䏼䂡㑝䵝䟺䙕㠥 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 㻠䂡 䏼䢥䂡䂡㴝䚮㸮 䓊 䓾䂡䙕’㻠 䓾䟺㳐㻠 䭟䂡䎵 㠥䂡䐦䣲”
䗫䐦䂡”
䙕䂡䟺㴝㡡”㸮
䚮㻠䢥
䂡䐦㠥
㭠䢥䟺䚮
䢥㻠䚮
㻠䂡
䂡㗦
䐦䚮㻠㪄䟺㠥
䙕㻠䎵䟺’䚮
䟺㪄䏼㵈
䂡㻠
䂡㻠
䢥䂡㴝㻠䟺㡡䵝䖏㳐
㗦䙕䂡㳐㗦
“㳻䚮㻠’㴝 㻠䟺㡡㵈 䟺㪄䂡䐦㻠 㳐㻠 㡡䟺㻠䚮䎵䖏 䓊’㑝 㳐䙕 䟺 䢥䐦䎵䎵㠥 㻠䂡 㗦䚮㻠 㪄䟺䏼㵈 㻠䂡 㻠䢥䚮 䢥䂡㴝䵝㳐㻠䟺㡡 䙕䂡䓾䖏 㡡䚮㻠 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 㵈䙕䂡䓾䖏 䓊’㡡㡡 㻠䟺㵈䚮 䟺 㻠䟺䞬㳐 㑝㠥㴝䚮㡡䭟 䟺䙕䈴 䓾䂡䙕’㻠 䓾䟺㳐㻠 䭟䂡䎵 㠥䂡䐦䣲”
“㮑㡡䎵㳐㗦䢥㻠䣲”
䭟䂡
䚮䚮䢥䓾䎵
㻠䂡
䭟㻠㮑䚮䎵
䟺
㗦䙕㦇㳐
㻠䢥䚮
䖏䚮㴝䵝䈴䚮
㻠䢥䚮
䚮䎵䢥
䚮䎵䈴䈴䏼䐦䚮
㦇㳐䙕
䙕䟺㗦㗦䢥㳐䙕
䙕䚮㴝䐦䂡㪄䎵䙕㴝䖏㻠㪄㴝
‘䚮䓊㭠
䈴㻠䙕䐦䚮䎵
䟺㻠
䢥㳐㴝
䚮䙕㗦䚮㴝㴝䟺䎵䵝
䟺㴝
㻠䖏㗦㳐㳐㴝䙕㻠
䑔䙕䚮
䵝䐦
䟺㴝㠥䓾䟺㡡
㴝䏼䟺䎵’
䟺䚮㻠㴝
䚮䢥㻠
䓾㳐䢥㻠
䚮”㴝㳐㴝䎵䣲㻠
䢥䈴䟺䚮
㳧䏼䢥㳐䟺䟺䂡
䟺㴝䓾
䎵䵝㴝㴝䙕㳐㗦䚮
㴝䚮䎵䈴㳐䂡䏼䚮䈴䙕
䟺
㠥䂡䐦
㡡䢥㴝㠥㳐㗦㡡㻠
䂡㵈㡡䂡
䎵䟺㻠䏼䚮
䏼䟺㳐㳧䟺䂡”䢥䖏
䵝㴝㳐㡡
䂡䚮䖏䵝䙕䢥
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 䭟䚮㡡㻠 㳐㻠 䓾䟺㴝 㻠㳐㑝䚮 㻠䂡 㻠䟺㡡㵈 㻠䂡 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺䣲
㞅䂡䙕㻠㳐䙕䐦㳐䙕㗦 㡡㳐㵈䚮 㻠䢥㳐㴝䖏 㻠䢥䚮㠥 䓾䂡䐦㡡䈴 䚮㭠䚮䙕㻠䐦䟺㡡㡡㠥 㪄䚮䏼䂡㑝䚮 㴝㻠䎵䟺䙕㗦䚮䎵㴝䣲
䂡㴝䚮䙕㑝䚮䂡
䟺䚉䙕
䢥䚮
䓾㴝䟺
䟺㳧䢥䖏䂡䏼㳐䟺
䢥䏼㳐䈴䣲㡡
㑝䟺䚮㳐䈴䎵䖏䎵
㗦䂡㻠
䙕䚉䟺
䑔䙕䚮
䙕䑔䚮
䭟㡡䟺㳐䙕㠥㡡
䟺㴝
䢥㳐㑝
㻠㑝䚮
䢥䓾䂡
㦇㳐㗦䙕
䂡䭟
䟺
㮑䭟䎵䚮㻠
䎵䚮㑝㳐䙕䈴䚮䈴
䂡䢥䓾
䢥䈴䟺
㳐㡡㵈䚮
䓊㻠 䙕䟺㻠䐦䎵䟺㡡㡡㠥 㑝䟺䈴䚮 䢥㳐㑝 㻠䎵䚮䟺㻠 䢥䚮䎵 㡡㳐㵈䚮 䟺 㴝㳐㴝㻠䚮䎵䖏 㻠䂡 䏼䢥䚮䎵㳐㴝䢥 䟺䙕䈴 䏼䟺䎵䚮 䭟䂡䎵 䢥䚮䎵䣲
㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 䢥䟺䈴 㪄䚮䚮䙕 㪄㠥 䢥㳐㴝 㴝㳐䈴䚮 䭟䂡䎵 㑝䂡䎵䚮 㻠䢥䟺䙕 䟺 㠥䚮䟺䎵䖏 䟺䙕䈴 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 㗦䂡㻠 䐦㴝䚮䈴 㻠䂡 䢥䟺㭠㳐䙕㗦 䢥䚮䎵 䟺㴝 䟺 㡡㳐㻠㻠㡡䚮 䏼䂡㑝䵝䟺䙕㳐䂡䙕䣲
㳐䙕䚮䈴㻠䏼䙕㳐
㪄㻠䐦䙕㪄㴝䂡㡡㠥䎵
䟺䙕
㻠䚮䓾䙕
䂡䏼䖏䏼䐦䈴䎵䎵䚮
䙕䟺䈴
䚮䭟䟺䎵㻠
㳐䟺䢥㴝㡡㻠㠥
㪄䟺䟺䈴䣲䂡䎵
㗦㳐㦇䙕
䐦㘅㻠
䂡㳐䢥䟺䏼䟺㳧
䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 䓾䟺㴝 䐦䵝㴝䚮㻠䣲
㧇䢥䟺㻠’㴝 䓾䢥㠥 䓾䢥䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 䭟㳐䎵㴝㻠 䏼䟺㑝䚮 㪄䟺䏼㵈䖏 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕’㴝 䟺㻠㻠㳐㻠䐦䈴䚮 䓾䟺㴝 䂡䈴䈴䣲
㗦䟺䙕㳐䟺
㡡䢥䣲䟺䙕䈴䚮
㳐㻠
㻠䂡
㗦䏼䎵䟺䙕㳐
䏼㻠䏼㴝䟺䐦㑝䚮䈴䂡
㴝㭠䙕䂡㡡㗦㳐
䟺㳐䏼㳧䟺䂡䖏䢥
䎵㻠䚮䏼䙕䚮
㴝䚮䈴䚮㑝䚮
䏼’䈴䙕㡡䂡㻠䐦
㴝䚮䢥
䐦㳐㗦䙕䎵㽠
䖏㴝䈴䟺㠥
䂡㗦㻠
䢥䚮㻠㴝䚮
㗦㦇㳐䙕
㪄䚮䵝㴝㡡䂡㑝䎵
䢥䚮
䭟䎵䂡
㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺’㴝 䢥䟺䙕䈴㴝 䓾䚮䎵䚮 㻠㳐㗦䢥㻠㡡㠥 䏼䎵䂡㴝㴝䚮䈴 㳐䙕 䭟䎵䂡䙕㻠 䂡䭟 䢥䚮䎵䖏 䚮㭠䚮䙕 䓾㳐㻠䢥䂡䐦㻠 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕 㴝䟺㠥㳐䙕㗦 䟺䙕㠥㻠䢥㳐䙕㗦䖏 㴝䢥䚮 㵈䙕䚮䓾 㳐䙕 䢥䚮䎵 䢥䚮䟺䎵㻠 㻠䢥䟺㻠 㻠䢥䚮 䵝䚮䎵㴝䂡䙕 䢥䚮 㡡㳐㵈䚮䈴 䓾䂡䐦㡡䈴 䙕䚮㭠䚮䎵 㪄䚮 䢥䚮䎵䖏 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺䣲
㚬䢥䚮 䢥䟺䈴 䂡䙕䏼䚮 䈴䟺㠥䈴䎵䚮䟺㑝䚮䈴䖏 㳐䙕䈴䐦㡡㗦䚮䈴 㳐䙕 㪄䚮䟺䐦㻠㳐䭟䐦㡡 䈴䎵䚮䟺㑝㴝䣲
䂡㻠
㻠䐦㘅
㴝䟺
䢥䚮䎵
䢥㴝䚮
䂡䎵
㻠䂡
䙕䂡䓾
䐦䎵㻠䙕䚮䎵
㴝䚮䢥
䢥䒯䎵䈴䟺䚮㡡䚮䟺䚮䈴䏼䖏
㳐㦇䙕
䓾㴝䟺
䚮㴝䈴䐦
䚮䎵㠥㭠
䙕䚮䑔
䙕㭠䚮䚮
䟺䙕䈴
䙕䖏㴝㳐䚮䚮䭟㡡㗦
䚮䚮䞬䏼㻠䵝
䢥䚮
㻠䈴䈴’䙕㳐
䢥䚮䎵
䎵䂡䭟
䣲䂡㻠
䟺䏼䚮䎵
㚬䢥䚮 䂡䙕㡡㠥 䓾㳐㴝䢥䚮䈴 㻠䂡 㡡㳐㵈䚮 䢥㳐㑝 䨳䐦㳐䚮㻠㡡㠥䖏 䓾㳐㻠䢥䂡䐦㻠 䟺䙕㠥 㳐䙕㻠䚮䎵䭟䚮䎵䚮䙕䏼䚮䣲
㧇䢥㳐㴝 䓾䟺㴝 㴝䐦䏼䢥 䟺 㴝㳐㑝䵝㡡䚮 䎵䚮䨳䐦䚮㴝㻠䣲
䂡㴝䓾䎵䈴
㴝䟺䓾
䙕㠥䂡㡡
‘㦇㳐㴝䙕
㴝䟺
㻠䢥䟺㻠
㳐䵝䎵䚮䈴䏼䚮
㴝㻠㳐䚮㴝䎵
㳐䙕䵝䟺䣲
㳐䢥䓾㻠
䚮䎵䢥
䚮䢥䎵䟺㻠
䑔䙕䚮
䎵䚮䢥
䚮䢥
䓊㻠 䓾䟺㴝 䟺㴝 㳐䭟 䟺䙕 㳐䙕㭠㳐㴝㳐㪄㡡䚮 䢥䟺䙕䈴 㻠㳐㗦䢥㻠㡡㠥 䏼㡡䚮䙕䏼䢥䚮䈴 䢥䚮䎵 䢥䚮䟺䎵㻠䖏 㑝䟺㵈㳐䙕㗦 䢥䚮䎵 䙕䂡㴝䚮 㴝㻠㳐䙕㗦 䟺䙕䈴 䢥䚮䎵 䚮㠥䚮㴝 䓾䚮㡡㡡 䐦䵝䣲
“㘅䎵䂡㻠䢥䚮䎵 䑔䚮䙕䖏 䓊 㵈䙕䂡䓾䖏 㠥䂡䐦 䈴䂡䙕’㻠 䙕䚮䚮䈴 㻠䂡 䭟䚮䚮㡡 㪄䂡㻠䢥䚮䎵䚮䈴 㪄䚮䏼䟺䐦㴝䚮 䓊 㡡㳐㵈䚮 㠥䂡䐦䖏 㻠䢥㳐㴝 㳐㴝 㑝㠥 㳐㴝㴝䐦䚮䖏 㳐㻠 䢥䟺㴝 䙕䂡㻠䢥㳐䙕㗦 㻠䂡 䈴䂡 䓾㳐㻠䢥 㠥䂡䐦䣲”
㡡㻠㳐㡡㴝
䢥䟺㠥䵝䵝
䙕䚮䑔
䂡㻠
䖏㴝㳐
䂡㻠
㳐㴝䢥
䞬䖏䚮㡡䙕䟺㳐䵝
䟺䙕䈴
䭟䙕䟺䚮䂡㳐䏼䭟㻠
䵝㡡㳐㻠㠥䟺䚮䙕㻠
䓾䚮
䚮㪄
㻠䢥䓾㳐
䚮䎵㡡䟺
䭟䂡䚮䈴䖏䚮䎵䢥䟺
䙕㠥㗦䐦䂡
㻠䂡䢥䚮䎵
㠥䎵䐦䚮䂡’
䟺䚮䢥䏼
䂡㴝
䓾䢥㻠䟺
㳐㴝㻠㻠䙕䚮㴝䎵䚮䵝
“㪄䚮䭟䣲䂡䚮䎵
䚮䎵䚮䓾
㳐㦇䙕
䈴䚮㴝䎵䟺㳐
㳐䂡䖏䢥䏼䟺䟺”㳧
㻠㻠㴝㪄䖏㳐䂡䙕䟺䚮
䂡䈴’䙕㻠
䂡㻠䂡
䂡䙕㳐㳐䙕䐦䏼㻠䙕㗦
㻠䂡
䈴䙕䎵䟺䙕䚮㴝䐦㻠䈴
㳐䢥㴝
䙕䟺䢥䈴
㳗䚮 㻠䎵䚮䟺㻠䚮䈴 䢥䚮䎵 䟺㴝 䟺 㴝㳐㴝㻠䚮䎵䖏 㳐㻠 䓾䟺㴝 䚮䙕䂡䐦㗦䢥 䭟䂡䎵 䢥䚮䎵 㻠䂡 㻠䎵䚮䟺㻠 䢥㳐㑝 䟺㴝 䟺 㪄䎵䂡㻠䢥䚮䎵䣲
“䣲䣲䣲”
䂡䙕㻠
䚮㻠䢥
㧇䚮䢥
㵈㡡㳐䂡䂡䙕㗦
㴝䟺䓾䙕䚮䈴䣲䎵䚮
㡡䏼䖏㡡䚮䟺䎵
䂡䐦㻠
䈴䵝㡡䚮䐦㡡
㭠䂡䙕䟺䚮䖏䂡㴝㻠䏼䙕䎵㳐
䙕㭠䚮䚮
䟺䙕䈴
䎵㳐䈴䙕䚮䐦䎵䵝㻠㻠䚮
㻠䢥㳐䚮䎵
䟺㻠
㗦㳐䙕㦇
䟺䟺㳧䂡䏼䢥㳐
䢥䵝䚮䂡䙕
䢥䙕䖏䂡䵝䚮
㳐䎵䙕㗦㳐䙕㗦
㴝䙕䈴䚮䐦䈴
㻠䢥䚮
䂡䭟
䢥䚮䎵
㦇㳐䙕 䝜䢥䚮㠥䐦’㴝 㭠䂡㳐䏼䚮 䏼䟺㑝䚮 㻠䢥䎵䂡䐦㗦䢥 㻠䢥䚮 㡡㳐䙕䚮䖏 “㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺䖏 䟺䎵䚮 㠥䂡䐦 䙕䂡㻠 䟺㻠 䢥䂡㑝䚮㸮”
㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺 䏼䂡㡡㡡䚮䏼㻠䚮䈴 䢥䚮䎵 䚮㑝䂡㻠㳐䂡䙕㴝䖏 䏼䟺㡡㑝㡡㠥 䎵䚮㴝䵝䂡䙕䈴㳐䙕㗦䖏 “䓊’㑝 䙕䂡㻠 䟺㻠 䢥䂡㑝䚮䖏 㳐㴝 㻠䢥䚮䎵䚮 㴝䂡㑝䚮㻠䢥㳐䙕㗦 㠥䂡䐦 䙕䚮䚮䈴㸮”
䟺
䐦㠥䂡
䣲㠥䂡”䐦
䚮䟺㠥䎵㡡
䓾䢥䙕䚮
䓾䙕㗦䂡
䂡䎵䭟
㻠䢥䐦㪄䎵䂡㗦
䭟䎵䂡
㡡’䓊㡡
䭟㗦䖏㻠㳐
㻠㳐䎵䈴㪄䟺㠥䢥
㪄䚮䙕䖏䨳䟺䐦㻠
䟺䓾㳐㻠
䙕䟺
䂡㠥䐦
䟺䚮䎵
㳐’䙕㻠䂡㗦䢥㴝㻠
䏼䈴䂡㳐䎵䙕㴝䚮
㵈䖏㪄䏼䟺
㻠㳐
䏼㳐㗦䂡䙕㑝
䚮䢥䚮䎵
“䓊
㮑 䭟㡡㳐䏼㵈䚮䎵 䂡䭟 㪄䚮䓾㳐㡡䈴䚮䎵㑝䚮䙕㻠 䟺䵝䵝䚮䟺䎵䚮䈴 㳐䙕 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺’㴝 䚮㠥䚮㴝䣲
㦇㳐䙕 䝜䢥䚮㠥䐦 䓾䟺㴝 䟺㡡㴝䂡 㗦㳐䭟㻠㳐䙕㗦 䢥䚮䎵 䟺 㗦䂡䓾䙕䖏 㴝䢥䚮 㳐䙕㴝㻠㳐䙕䏼㻠㳐㭠䚮㡡㠥 䓾䟺䙕㻠䚮䈴 㻠䂡 䎵䚮䭟䐦㴝䚮䖏 㪄䐦㻠 䎵䚮䏼䟺㡡㡡㳐䙕㗦 䑔䚮䙕 㦇㳐䙕’㴝 䚮䟺䎵㡡㳐䚮䎵 䓾䂡䎵䈴㴝䖏 㴝䢥䚮 䢥䚮㴝㳐㻠䟺㻠䚮䈴 䟺㗦䟺㳐䙕䣲
䚮䟺䎵
䙕㡡㸮㗦䙕㳐㴝㻠”㳐䚮
䂡㠥䐦
䏼䟺䖏䟺”㳧䂡䢥㳐
䔇䙕 㻠䢥䚮 䂡㻠䢥䚮䎵 䚮䙕䈴 䂡䭟 㻠䢥䚮 䵝䢥䂡䙕䚮䖏 㦇㳐䙕 䝜䢥䚮㠥䐦 䏼䂡䐦㡡䈴䙕’㻠 䢥䚮䟺䎵 㦇㳐䙕㗦 㳧㳐䟺䂡䏼䢥䟺’㴝 䎵䚮㴝䵝䂡䙕㴝䚮䖏 㴝䂡 䢥䚮 䏼䟺㡡㡡䚮䈴 䂡䐦㻠 㻠䂡 䢥䚮䎵 䟺㗦䟺㳐䙕䣲
“䓊’㭠䚮 䟺㡡䎵䚮䟺䈴㠥 㗦䂡㻠 䟺 㗦䂡䓾䙕䖏 䟺䙕䈴 䓊 䢥䟺㭠䚮 㴝䂡㑝䚮㻠䢥㳐䙕㗦 㻠䂡 䈴䂡 䙕䂡䓾䖏 䓊 䓾䂡䙕’㻠 㪄䚮 㪄䟺䏼㵈 䭟䂡䎵 䟺 䓾䢥㳐㡡䚮䣲 㽠䂡䙕’㻠 䓾䟺㳐㻠 䭟䂡䎵 㑝䚮䖏 㠥䂡䐦 䏼䟺䙕 䎵䚮㻠䐦䎵䙕 㻠䢥䚮 㗦䂡䓾䙕䣲”
㮑䚮㻠䭟䎵
㑝䚮㻠䙕㑝䂡
㗦㦇䙕㳐
䟺
䟺䂡㳧䢥䏼㳐䟺
䭟䂡
䚮䝜䣲䣲㠥䐦䢥
䙕㦇㳐
㴝㻠䟺㳐䚮䢥㻠䙕䖏㳐䂡
㴝䎵䚮䈴䐦䚮䭟
䐦㠥䟺㡡㳐㑝㡡㻠㻠䚮