Novel Full Chapter 2027: Her First Kiss
Chapter 2027: Her First Kiss
Jing Xiaocha swallowed the pastry in her mouth, smiling faintly at the Fan Lu in front of her, “Don’t blame me for those dark circles from dating some handsome guy.”
“Xiaocha, what are you talking about? I don’t even have a boyfriend, okay.”
Fan Lu gave Jing Xiaocha a playful glare, as if their friendship hadn’t faded and they were as close as before.
“Don’t you? I saw your gossip a few days ago.”
Jing Xiaocha said, took another sip of her drink, and casually glanced over the crowd where she saw Wen Jin and Ou Yihan.
Jin Fengjiao stood in front of them, but next to Wen Jin and Ou Yihan, Jin Fengjiao seemed outshone.
Jing Xiaocha’s eyes fell on Wen Jin’s big hand wrapped around Ou Yihan’s waist, a trace of melancholy slipped into her eyes as she lowered her eyelashes, staring at the drink in her cup.
Fan Lu’s voice rang in her ears, “That was just for promoting the new movie. I’m not the second female lead in it, so I had to cooperate. I wish I could play the heroine in your story.”
Jing Xiaocha smiled without saying a word.
Though she was straightforward, she wasn’t naive; she knew Fan Lu’s sudden enthusiasm tonight wasn’t without its motives.
When she had just returned to the country and contacted Fan Lu, Pan Lu said she was very busy.
Jing Xiaocha knew that Fan Lu had always blamed her for going abroad with Jin Zheyu as exchange students at that time.
Thought she had taken Jin Zheyu from her.
Fan Lu looked at Jing Xiaocha expectantly, “Xiaocha, can you let me play the heroine in your novel?”
“That’s not up to me.”
“How come? I heard that even the screenplay is being written by you, so you must be selecting the lead. You can’t forget me, your dear sister.”
“Xiaocha, I’m a bit tired and want to head back. Do you want to leave together?”
Ou Yihan’s voice came from a few steps away, Jing Xiaocha looked up to see that she and Wen Jin had somehow moved closer.
Wen Jin was standing next to Ou Yihan, his hand, which had been around her waist, was now removed.
Saying this, Ou Yihan winked at Jing Xiaocha.
Jing Xiaocha immediately replied, “Sure, I also want to head back.”
I’ve gained a lot from tonight. Earlier, I learned a lot from the veteran screenwriters Wen Jin introduced me to.
Now, with inspiration flowing, I want to go back early.
Neither wanting to listen to Fan Lu’s insincere flattery any longer nor make any promises to her, the best solution was to leave.
“Xiaocha, take my car later; I’ll give you a ride. Don’t be a third wheel to Miss Ou and President Wen.”
Fan Lu teased with a giggle.
Ou Yihan also smiled, stepping forward to hold Jing Xiaocha, and said to Fan Lu, “Miss Fan, you might not know, but Xiaocha is like a sister to Wen Jin and me, not a third wheel. Many men here are eyeing her tonight; a few even asked me about her. I wouldn’t be comfortable not getting her home safely.”
Jing Xiaocha waved goodbye to Fan Lu.
Fan Lu had no choice but to let her leave, affectionately promising another meeting, “Xiaocha, I’ll treat you to coffee tomorrow; we need a good chat…”
“Tomorrow won’t work; we’ve already planned to hang out with Xiaocha,”
Fan Lu’s words were cut off by Ou Yihan.
Unwilling to give up, she said, “Where are you going to play? I just happen to be free tomorrow…”
“Sorry, Miss Fan, tomorrow’s gathering isn’t convenient for outsiders, so how about you set up another meeting when Xiaocha is free? I have a surgery tomorrow, so I really can’t stay.”
Watching Jing Xiaocha being led away by Ou Yihan, finally leaving the banquet hall with Wen Jin, Fan Lu sneered dismissively.
Becoming a screenwriter by chance and signing the film adaptation, she thinks she’s something special.
And that Ou Yihan, don’t think you can secure your place as Wen Jin’s girlfriend.
Jin Fengjiao won’t give up; she’ll definitely fight Ou Yihan for Wen Jin.
We’ll see how you can still laugh then.
**
Once in the car, Jing Xiaocha asked Ou Yihan suspiciously, “Sister Ou, you were just lying to Fan Lu about going out to play tomorrow, weren’t you?”
Ou Yihan nodded with a smile, pointing to Wen Jin in the driver’s seat, “It was Wen Jin who said that Fan Lu was pestering you, definitely wanting to play the heroine. Seeing you couldn’t shake her off, he asked me to help you.”
Hearing this, Jing Xiaocha looked towards Wen Jin.
Wen Jin was reversing the car onto the road. Seeing Jing Xiaocha watching him, he said nonchalantly, “That Fan Lu’s acting was too fake; I could see at a glance that she wasn’t sincere. If you let her play the heroine of your novel, you might as well play it yourself.”
“Pff—”
Ou Yihan burst into laughter, casting a playful glance at Wen Jin, “Wen Jin, you know, I think Xiaocha would be perfect for the heroine in her novel.”
“…”
Jing Xiaocha blinked blankly, and Ou Yihan continued, “Xiaocha, I’ve read your novel too. You write so well; it feels more like a real story than a novel.”
Jing Xiaocha’s heart trembled slightly.
It wasn’t entirely a novel; the heroine was based on herself, the emotions drawn from her own, with some poetic embellishments.
Strictly speaking, the heroine of the novel was like her.
The story’s ending was also sad.
Ou Yihan noticed Jing Xiaocha’s slightly lowered eyes, a thoughtful flash in her gaze—whether Wen Jin liked Xiaocha or not, Xiaocha liked Wen Jin.
Not just from the novel, but a woman’s intuition.
Ou Yihan raised her head to look at Wen Jin, who was driving ahead, and asked with a teasing smile, “Wen Jin, have you read Xiaocha’s novel?”
“I’m not into romance novels like you girls, nor do I have time to read them.”
“That’s a shame; Xiaocha’s story is really good.”
Ou Yihan said both regretfully and admiringly, “Especially the kiss between the heroine and the hero, the only one in the whole story, sad and beautiful; it made me feel so bad.”
Jing Xiaocha instinctively pressed her lips together, that feeling from the kiss long forgotten.
It wasn’t just any kiss between the novel’s hero and heroine; it was her only kiss in life.
Her first kiss.
Given in such circumstances, yet she never regretted it.
“You girls like to be sentimental; since you like Xiaocha’s novel so much, just watch the TV adaptation when it airs.”
Wen Jin’s lips curled into a light smile.
Ou Yihan immediately said, “Of course, I’ve been really moved by Xiaocha’s story, but Xiaocha, can you not write a tragic ending? Change it to a comedy for the drama. You have no idea, after reading the tragic ending, I’ve felt sad for these past two days.”
“Tragedies have their merits too,” Wen Jin interjected with a smile, “they leave a deeper impression.”
䥣㗳䝽㷂
櫓
盧
㨘㷂䯐䇙㿰㕪”
㷂㕃”㗳
䘐㸳㗳㐈䄍㸳㚼㢭㾤㿰㷂㨘䇙
盧
㾤㿰㢭㿰
䟐
櫓
蘆
爐
老
㐈䕬
蘆
盧
㚼䚯
擄
䆽㗳 㸼䕬㕪㨘㐈 䙅㸳㗳㷂㿰㬇䯐 䊴㕪㿰 㢭㿰㨘䇙㐈㿰㬇 㾤䇙㸳㚼 㺿㿰㐈 㖴䕬㐈 㷂㕪㨘㷂 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘’䝽 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭 䕬䝽 䘐㿰䕬㐈㿊 㨘㬇㨘䙅㷂㿰㬇 䕬㐈㷂㸳 㨘 㕭䥴 䝽㿰䇙䕬㿰䝽䯐
䊴㕪㿰 㕪㨘䙅䙅㿰㐈㿰㬇 㷂㸳 㢭䕬㵌㿰 䇙㿰㨘㬇䕬㐈㿊 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭䝽䐃 䝽㸳 䝽㕪㿰 䝽䙅㿰㐈㷂 㨘 㾤㿰䭤 㬇㨘䚯䝽 㾤䕬㐈䕬䝽㕪䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘’䝽 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭䯐 㤕㸳䭤㿰䭹㿰䇙䐃 䘐䚯 㷂㕪㿰 㷂䕬㚼㿰 䝽㕪㿰 㿊㸳㷂 㷂㸳 㷂㕪㿰 㿰㐈㬇䐃 㕪㿰䇙 㕪㿰㨘䇙㷂 㾤㿰㢭㷂 㢭䕬㵌㿰 䕬㷂 䭤㨘䝽 䘐㿰䕬㐈㿊 䝽㩍㗳㿰㿰䭂㿰㬇䐃 䭤㕪䕬䄍㕪 䭤㨘䝽 㨘㐈 㗳㐈䙅㢭㿰㨘䝽㨘㐈㷂 㾤㿰㿰㢭䕬㐈㿊䯐
㿰㺿㐈
䝽㕪䕬
㸳䄍䝽㐈䇙㿰䇙
㷂㨘
㸼㕪㨘䕬㐈
䕬㖴㐈
㷂㿰㕪
㐈㨘㿰㬇㢭䄍㿊
㷂㕪㿰
㐈䕬
㗳䐃䙅
䝽䕬㕪
㾤㸳
䇙㸳䭤
㗳䆽
㢭䕬㷂䚯㢭䝽㿊㕪
㗳㸳㿊㷂㕪䇙㕪
㐈䝽䕬䕬㷂㷂㿊
㵌㨘䘐䄍
㷂㸳
㨘㿰䇙
㬇㻾㿰㕪㷂㨘
㿊㢭䐃䝽䝽㿰㨘䝽
䭹䇙㬇㗳㿰䄍
䝽㸳
㨘㐈䄍
㷂㿰”‘䇙㐈㯿
㾤㢭㿰䕬
㬇䝽㿰㗳
㸳䚯㗳
㷂䇙㸳䝽㬇㸳䄍
䘐㿰
䭤㸳㤕
䕬㿰䚯㢭㨘䝽
“㐈㷂㸳㸳䕬㚼㿰㻾䝽
䘐䚯
䝽㷂㢭䕬㢭
㸳㗳䚯
㸳㕪䭤
㨘㐈㬇
䭹㸳㿰㬇㚼
㿰䕬䝽㿰㐈㿊
㷂㚼㸳㗳㕪
䆽㗳 㸼䕬㕪㨘㐈 㾤䇙㸳䭤㐈㿰㬇 㨘㐈㬇 䕬㚼㚼㿰㬇䕬㨘㷂㿰㢭䚯 䇙㿰㷂㸳䇙㷂㿰㬇䐃 “㕭㕪㨘㷂’䝽 㬇䕬㾤㾤㿰䇙㿰㐈㷂䯐”
㯿㾤㷂㿰䇙 㨘 㷂䭤㸳㢀䝽㿰䄍㸳㐈㬇 䙅㨘㗳䝽㿰䐃 䝽㕪㿰 㚼㗳㚼䘐㢭㿰㬇䐃 “㸼㸳㗳 䙅㿰㸳䙅㢭㿰 䭤㕪㸳 㬇㸳㐈’㷂 㢭䕬㵌㿰 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭䝽 䄍㨘㐈’㷂 㗳㐈㬇㿰䇙䝽㷂㨘㐈㬇 㷂㕪䕬䝽 㾤㿰㿰㢭䕬㐈㿊䯐 䎶䭹㿰䇙䚯 㷂䕬㚼㿰 䟐 䇙㿰㨘㬇 㨘 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭䐃 䟐 䄍㨘㐈’㷂 㕪㿰㢭䙅 䘐㗳㷂 䘐㿰 㨘㾤㾤㿰䄍㷂㿰㬇 䘐䚯 㷂㕪㿰 㿰㚼㸳㷂䕬㸳㐈䝽 㸳㾤 㷂㕪㿰 䄍㕪㨘䇙㨘䄍㷂㿰䇙䝽 䕬㐈 㷂㕪㿰 䝽㷂㸳䇙䚯䯐”
㸳䭹㢭㐈㿰䝽
䙅䄍㗳㢭㸳㿰
㨘㾤㐈
㸳㾤
䝽㨘䐃㬇䚯
䄍㨘䕬㸳㕪䐃㨘䫜”
䚯㚼
䟐㢭’㢭
㸳䇙䚯㗳
䄍㗳㐈䇙㿰䇙㷂
㿰㿊㷂
㷂㳞㐈㿰
㿰㬇㐈䇙㨘䕬㿊
䇙㿰㨘
㨘㷂䝽䇙㷂
㕪㿰㷂
㕪㕭㿰
㷂㕪㿰㐈
㢭’㢭䟐
㸳䇙䚯㗳
㢭䟐’㢭
㨘䭹䕬㸳䇙㷂㿰㾤
㸳㗳䚯
㷂㕪㿰
䕬㷂䝽㗳
㚼䚯
㐈䕬
㸳㾤䇙
䯐㿰㸳㐈䭹㢭
䘐㿰
䚯䝽䘐㗳
䭤㿰䕬䇙㷂
㿰㷂㨘㷂䝽䩤
㷂䇙”㗳㾤㿰㗳䯐
㿰䚯㷂䙅
㬇䇙䕬㨘㿰㕪㬇
㨘㐈㬇
䕬䭂㿰䝽䕬䇙㬇㿰㨘㢭
“䊴䕬䝽㷂㿰䇙 䆽㗳䐃 㬇㸳 䚯㸳㗳 㨘㢭䝽㸳 㢭䕬㵌㿰 㷂㸳 䇙㿰㨘㬇 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭䝽㻾”
㕭㕪䕬䝽 䝽㗳䇙䙅䇙䕬䝽㿰㬇 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘䯐
㢭㸳㯿㿊㗳㕪㕪㷂
䕬㕪㨘㸼㐈
㬇㬇㿰䐃㬇㐈㸳
㨘㚼
㨘㿰䇙䐃㢭
䟐
㢭䕬㿊䇙
㸳㬇㐈’㷂
䇙㿰䚯㿰䭹
㸳㾤
䭹㚼㸳㬇㿰
䝽㷂㸳䝽㿰䇙䕬
㕪䝽㨘
㸳㿰䭹㢭
㗳䆽
䟐
䇙㨘㿰㚼㬇
䕬㐈
䚯䘐
㿰䚯㕪㷂
㷂㕪㿰
“㸼㨘㕪䐃㿰
㿰㐈㢭㸳䭹䝽
䇙㨘㿰㐈’㷂
㷂㸳㗳䄍㕪㐈䕬㿊
䇙㿰㕪
㨘䝽䚯
䝽㷂㢭㢭䕬
㢭䭹㿰㸳
㕪䇙㷂㻾㿰㨘
㐈䕬
㷂㚼…”㕪㿰
㸳㵌㐈䭤
㕭㕪䇙㸳㗳㿊㕪㸳㗳㷂 㷂㕪㿰 䥣㸳㗳䇙㐈㿰䚯䐃 㷂㕪㿰 㷂㸳䙅䕬䄍 䘐㿰㷂䭤㿰㿰㐈 䆽㗳 㸼䕬㕪㨘㐈 㨘㐈㬇 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 䇙㿰䭹㸳㢭䭹㿰㬇 㨘䇙㸳㗳㐈㬇 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭䝽䐃 㨘㐈㬇 㷂㕪㿰䚯 㷂㨘㢭㵌㿰㬇 㨘䘐㸳㗳㷂 䕬㷂 㨘㢭㢭 㷂㕪㿰 䭤㨘䚯 㷂㸳 㕪㿰䇙 㕪㸳㚼㿰䯐
㺿㕪㿰㐈 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 㿊㸳㷂 㕪㸳㚼㿰䐃 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 䭤㨘䝽 䝽䕬㷂㷂䕬㐈㿊 㨘㷂 㷂㕪㿰 㬇㿰䝽㵌 㸳㐈 㷂㕪㿰 䘐㨘㢭䄍㸳㐈䚯䐃 㸳䘐㿰㬇䕬㿰㐈㷂㢭䚯 㬇㸳䕬㐈㿊 㕪䕬䝽 㕪㸳㚼㿰䭤㸳䇙㵌䯐 䊴㿰㿰䕬㐈㿊 㕪㿰䇙 䇙㿰㷂㗳䇙㐈䐃 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 䙅㸳㢭䕬㷂㿰㢭䚯 㿊䇙㿰㿰㷂㿰㬇 㕪㿰䇙䐃 “㯿㗳㐈㷂䕬㿰䯐”
䕬㢭㾤㗳㨘㗳㿰㷂䘐
㕪㿰䇙
㿊㢭㵌㸳䕬㐈㸳
㕪䇙㿰䐃
㐈䇙㨘
㐈”㿰䐃㷂㯿㗳䕬
㨘㷂
㸳㸳㵌㢭
㬇䝽㷂㸳㸳
㷂㸳
䯐㸳㷂㨘㬇䚯”
䕬㐈
䝽㸳
㤕㿰
䙅㗳
㨘䭂㨘㷂㚼㚼㿰䐃㐈㿰
䚯㸳㗳
㬇㨘㐈
㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 䭤㨘䝽 䝽㷂䕬㢭㢭 㬇䇙㿰䝽䝽㿰㬇 䕬㐈 㨘㐈 㿰䭹㿰㐈䕬㐈㿊 㿊㸳䭤㐈 㨘㐈㬇 㕪㨘㬇㐈’㷂 䄍㕪㨘㐈㿊㿰㬇䐃 䭤䕬㷂㕪 㚼㿰㷂䕬䄍㗳㢭㸳㗳䝽 㿊䇙㸳㸳㚼䕬㐈㿊䐃 㢭㸳㸳㵌䕬㐈㿊 䄍㸳㚼䙅㢭㿰㷂㿰㢭䚯 㬇䕬㾤㾤㿰䇙㿰㐈㷂 㾤䇙㸳㚼 㕪㿰䇙 㗳䝽㗳㨘㢭 䄍㨘䝽㗳㨘㢭 㨘䙅䙅㿰㨘䇙㨘㐈䄍㿰䯐
㕭㕪䕬㐈㵌䕬㐈㿊 㸳㾤 㷂㕪㿰 㚼㿰㐈 䭤㕪㸳 㕪䕬㷂 㸳㐈 㕪㿰䇙 㷂㸳㐈䕬㿊㕪㷂䐃 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 䝽㚼䕬㢭㿰㬇 䭤䕬㷂㕪 䙅㗳䇙䝽㿰㬇 㢭䕬䙅䝽䐃 “㸼㸳㗳’䇙㿰 㿊㿰㷂㷂䕬㐈㿊 䘐㿰㷂㷂㿰䇙 㨘㷂 㷂㨘㢭㵌䕬㐈㿊䯐 㺿㕪㿰㐈 㬇䕬㬇 䚯㸳㗳 㿊㿰㷂 䘐㨘䄍㵌䐃 㨘㐈㬇 㕪㨘䭹㿰 䚯㸳㗳 㕪㨘㬇 㬇䕬㐈㐈㿰䇙㻾”
㸳㷂
㷂”…㸳㸳
㢭㨘㿰㗳䕬䐃㗳㷂䘐㾤
㬇㐈㨘
㟖䕬
㕪䕬䝽
㿰’䭹”䟐
䕬䝽
㕪㸳㿰㗳䝽
㿰㐈䕬㯿㗳㷂䯐
㸳㷂䚯䩤㨘㬇
㸳䝽
㗳䝽㕪㸳㿰
䝽䕬
㿰㗳䘐㷂䕬㨘㢭㗳㾤
㬇㨘㐈
䘐䕬㿊
䟐
㿰䐃㨘㷂㿰㐈
㕪䕬䝽
䕬㸼䝽’
㷂䭤㿰㐈
㚼㸳㚼
㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㿰㳞䄍䕬㷂㿰㬇㢭䚯 䇙㿰䄍㸳㗳㐈㷂㿰㬇 㕪䕬䝽 㿰㳞䙅㿰䇙䕬㿰㐈䄍㿰䝽 㨘㷂 㟖䕬䚯䕬’䝽 㕪㸳㗳䝽㿰䯐
㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 䙅㗳㢭㢭㿰㬇 㕪䕬㚼 㷂㸳 䝽䕬㷂 㸳㐈 㷂㕪㿰 䝽㸳㾤㨘 㨘㐈㬇 䝽㸳㾤㷂㢭䚯 㨘䝽㵌㿰㬇䐃 “㺎㸳 䚯㸳㗳 㿰㐈䭹䚯 㟖䕬䚯䕬 㨘 㢭㸳㷂㻾”
㸳㬇
㵌䕬㿰㐈䐃㢭㬇䘐
䘐㷂㗳
䯐㕪㚼䕬
“䟐
㸳㷂
䕬䝽㷂’
䚯㐈䭹㿰
㐈䕬䟦䕬㗳㿊㕪
㗳㕪㸳㕪㿊㯿㢭㷂
䙅㐈㢭㸳㿰䕬䝽䝽㷂
㚼㨘㾤㢭䚯䕬
㿰䇙䭹䚯
㨘㢭䝽㸳
䐃㷂䝽㸳䝽㿰㚼㿰䕬㚼
㐈㟖㕪㿊㨘
䟐
㐈䚯䭹㿰
㵌㸳㐈䭤
㨘㐈㬇
䚯㟖䕬䝽䕬’
䟐
䭤㨘㷂㐈
䇙䚯㿰㿰䭹
䕬䝽
㸳㵌䝽䭤䇙
㸳㷂䝽㐈㬇㷂㿊㗳㨘㐈䕬
䯐㷂䙅䝽䄍㨘㿰
䕬㐈
㢭䚯䐃㕪䭤㿰㷂㨘
㕪㨘䇙㬇
㿰䘐
㐈㨘
㿰㕪
㸳㷂
“䝽䇙㐈㿰䯐㸳䙅
㿰㗳㷂䕬㐈㯿䐃
䄍㿰㢭㿰䝽㳞
㟖䕬䚯䕬
䟐㐈 㷂㕪㿰 㢭㨘䝽㷂 䝽㿰㐈㷂㿰㐈䄍㿰䐃 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬’䝽 㿰䚯㿰䝽 䭤㿰䇙㿰 㾤䕬㢭㢭㿰㬇 䭤䕬㷂㕪 䝽㿰䇙䕬㸳㗳䝽㐈㿰䝽䝽䯐
㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 㾤㿰㢭㷂 䭤㨘䇙㚼㷂㕪 䕬㐈 㕪㿰䇙 㕪㿰㨘䇙㷂䐃 㨘㐈㬇 㕪㿰䇙 㿊㨘䭂㿰 㨘㷂 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 䘐㿰䄍㨘㚼㿰 㿰䭹㿰㐈 㚼㸳䇙㿰 㷂㿰㐈㬇㿰䇙䐃 “㹱䕬㷂㷂㢭㿰 㤕㗳䕬䐃 䕬㷂’䝽 㨘㢭䇙㿰㨘㬇䚯 㿊䇙㿰㨘㷂 㷂㕪㨘㷂 䚯㸳㗳 㗳㐈㬇㿰䇙䝽㷂㨘㐈㬇 䝽㸳 㚼㗳䄍㕪䯐 㸼㸳㗳 㚼㗳䝽㷂 㨘㢭䭤㨘䚯䝽 䇙㿰㚼㿰㚼䘐㿰䇙䐃 㿰䭹㿰㐈 㷂㕪㸳㗳㿊㕪 䭤㿰 䄍㸳㚼㿰 㾤䇙㸳㚼 㨘 䙅㸳㸳䇙 䘐㨘䄍㵌㿊䇙㸳㗳㐈㬇䐃 㨘䝽 㢭㸳㐈㿊 㨘䝽 䭤㿰 㵌㿰㿰䙅 䭤㸳䇙㵌䕬㐈㿊 㕪㨘䇙㬇 㨘㐈㬇 㐈㿰䭹㿰䇙 㿊䕬䭹㿰 㗳䙅䐃 㢭䕬㾤㿰 䭤䕬㢭㢭 㸳㐈㢭䚯 㿊㿰㷂 䘐㿰㷂㷂㿰䇙䯐”
㸳㗳䚯
䚯㗳㸳
㿰㢭㵌䕬
㿰㨘㨘㬇㢭䚯䇙
䘐㷂㗳
㨘㕪䇙㬇䯐
䇙䚯㿰䭹
㬇㗳㨘䝽㐈㿰㐈㬇䇙㷂
㕪䝽䕬
㨘㚼䚯㐈
㿊㨘䐃㿰
㿰䭤䇙㿰
㨘㬇䝽䕬䐃
㾤㢭㢭䐃㿰㸳䭤㾤㢀
㿰㕪
䕬䝽
䝽㨘㢭㨘䭤䚯
‘㕪㿰䝽
䚯㸳㗳
㚼㨘㢭䕬䚯㾤
䇙㿰㬇㢭㿰㐈㨘
㖴㗳”䝽㷂
㬇䕬㬇㷂㐈’
䝽㸳
㵌㸳䇙䭤䝽
㷂”䯐㐈㕪䝽䕬㿊
㐈㕪㺿㿰
㷂㗳䘐
㐈㨘㐈䚯㿊㷂㕪䕬䐃
㟖䕬’䝽䚯䕬
“㤕㚼㚼䯐”
㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㢭䕬䝽㷂㿰㐈㿰㬇 㿰㨘䇙㐈㿰䝽㷂㢭䚯 㷂㸳 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘’䝽 䭤㸳䇙㬇䝽䐃
㗳㸳䇙
㢭䝽䚯㷂㬇䕬㨘㿰
㿰㸳㷂㕪䝽䇙䯐
㨘㐈㬇
䙅㿰䝽㷂
㷂㿰㕪
㐈㨘㬇
㨘䝽㕪㷂㕭”‘
㵌㸳䭤䇙
㿰䭤
㕪䚯䭤
䝽㷂㿰䙅䐃
㢭䕬㷂㾤䚯㿰㿰㐈㬇䕬
㨘㢭㿊䝽㸳
䝽㯿
㢭㸳㐈㿊
㷂㸳
䕬䭤㢭㢭
䝽㷂㬇’㐈㕪㸳㗳㢭
䭤㿰
㿊䇙㕪䕬㷂
㨘㿰䕬䭹䄍㕪㿰
㿰㸳䙅㨘䄍㚼䇙
䝽㿰䯐㬇䇙”㚼㨘
㿰䭤
㨘㕪㿰䭹
䄍㐈㬇㷂䕬㿰䇙䕬㸳
䘐䚯
㨘䝽
㗳䝽䝽㸳䇙㿰㿰㢭䭹
“㯿㗳㐈㷂䕬㿰䐃 䟐 䭤䕬㢭㢭 䭤㸳䇙㵌 㕪㨘䇙㬇䯐”
㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㐈㸳㬇㬇㿰㬇 䝽㸳㢭㿰㚼㐈㢭䚯䯐
䚯㨘䭤
㢭䝽㚼㬇䕬㿰
㸳䘐㻾”㿰䇙㿰㾤
㢭䐃䚯㿰㐈㿊㷂
㨘㸳㕪㨘䄍䕬䫜
㕪㷂㿰
㸳䚯㗳
䭤㿰䇙㿰
㸳㬇
䚯㸳㗳
㢭㾤㿰䕬䐃
㵌㢭㿰䕬
㿰㷂䐃㯿㗳㐈䕬
㿰㢭”㢭㕭
㿰㾤䇙㿰䇙䙅
㸳㬇
䇙㸳
㐈䕬㿊㖴
㷂㐈㕪䕬㿊䝽
䄍㗳䇙㷂㐈䇙㿰
䚯㗳㸳䇙
㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㨘㐈䝽䭤㿰䇙㿰㬇 䭤䕬㷂㕪㸳㗳㷂 㕪㿰䝽䕬㷂㨘㷂䕬㸳㐈䐃 “㯿㗳㐈㷂䕬㿰䐃 䟐 㢭䕬㵌㿰 㷂㕪㿰 䄍㗳䇙䇙㿰㐈㷂 㢭䕬㾤㿰䯐 㟖䕬䚯䕬 䝽㨘䕬㬇 㕪䕬䝽 䙅㨘䇙㿰㐈㷂䝽 㢭㸳䭹㿰 㕪䕬㚼 䕬㚼㚼㿰㐈䝽㿰㢭䚯䐃 䘐㗳㷂 㷂㕪㿰䚯 㬇㸳㐈’㷂 䝽䙅㸳䕬㢭 㕪䕬㚼䯐 䟐 㕪㨘㬇 㬇䕬㐈㐈㿰䇙 㨘㷂 㕪䕬䝽 㕪㸳㗳䝽㿰 㷂㸳㬇㨘䚯䐃 㨘㐈㬇 䟐 㵌㐈㸳䭤 㕪㿰’䝽 㷂㿰㢭㢭䕬㐈㿊 㷂㕪㿰 㷂䇙㗳㷂㕪䯐 㤕䕬䝽 㬇㨘㬇 䕬䝽 䝽㷂䇙䕬䄍㷂 䭤䕬㷂㕪 㕪䕬㚼 㨘㐈㬇 䝽㨘䚯䝽 㕪㿰 䭤㨘㐈㷂䝽 㷂㸳 䇙㨘䕬䝽㿰 㕪䕬㚼 㷂㸳 䘐㿰 㨘 㗳䝽㿰㾤㗳㢭 䙅㿰䇙䝽㸳㐈䯐”
㕭㕪㿰 䇙㿰㨘䝽㸳㐈 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㕪㨘㬇 㬇䕬㐈㐈㿰䇙 㨘㷂 㷂㕪㿰 䟦㸳 㾤㨘㚼䕬㢭䚯 㷂㸳㐈䕬㿊㕪㷂 䭤㨘䝽 㷂㕪㨘㷂 㺿㿰㐈 㖴䕬㐈 㕪㨘㬇 㿰㐈㷂䇙㗳䝽㷂㿰㬇 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㷂㸳 㺿㿰㐈 䜬㨘㐈䯐
㕪㐈㟖㨘㿊
㨘
㸳㷂
㿰䕬㾤㢭䯐
㬇㕪㨘
㾤䇙㸳
䫜䕬㨘㕪㸳㨘䄍
㢭㸳㸳㵌
㤕㿰
䇙䙅㿰㿰䕬㳞㿰䄍㿰㐈
㨘㐈㷂㬇㷂㿰
㸳㐈
㨘㕪㬇
㚼㾤䚯㨘㢭䕬
㸳㷂
㷂䟐
䟦䕬㐈䯐㿊㕪㗳䕬
䕬㕪䟦㿊㗳䕬㐈
䕬㿰㚼㷂
㐈㨘
㸳㷂
㸳䕬㸳㗳㷂䚯䙅䙅䇙㐈㷂
㕪㐈㨘㟖㿊
㾤㷂㨘䇙㿰
䝽㨘䕬㬇
㸳㷂
䝽䕬㟖’䚯䕬
㸳䝽㨘㢭
㷂㨘㷂㕪
䘐㩍㗳㨘㷂㐈㿰
㨘㐈㬇
㨘䭤䝽
㕭㸳 㿊㿰㷂 䝽㸳㚼㿰 䕬㐈䝽䙅䕬䇙㨘㷂䕬㸳㐈䯐
㕭㸳 㗳㐈㬇㿰䇙䝽㷂㨘㐈㬇 䇙䕬㿊㕪㷂 㾤䇙㸳㚼 䭤䇙㸳㐈㿊䯐
㿰㚼䯐
㸳㷂
䝽䐃㐈䙅㵌㿰䕬㨘㿊
䘐㿰
䐃㗳㯿㷂㿰㐈䕬
㗳㸳䚯
㸳㷂
㸳㐈䭤
㨘㷂㬇䝽䇙㿰㬇㐈㗳㐈
㕪㷂㿰䚯
㨘䇙㿰
䕬㷂㸳䄍㬇㐈㿰㐈㗳
㿰䘐㿰㸳䐃㾤䇙
㗳㿊䟦䕬㕪䕬㐈
䟐
㬇㿰㚼㨘
㸳㬇㸳㿊䯐
㾤㸳”㬇…㸳
㟖㕪㐈㿊㨘
䙅㨘㿰㷂䝽㐈䇙
㬇䝽㗳㿰
㢭䕬㵌㿰
㨘㷂
㿰䕬㿊䭹
㸳䭤㐈
“䚯䟦
䝽䕬㷂㿰䇙㐈䝽㸳㬇㗳㬇㸳㚼
㕪䝽㿰
㵌㬇䕬㐈䝽
㸳㸳㬇㿊
㚼㿰
㾤㸳䇙
㚼㿰䐃
䙅䝽㢭㬇䕬㸳㿰
㬇㸳
㕪㷂㷂㨘
㬇㬇㷂㐈䕬’
㸳㾤
㸳䚯㗳
㷂䘐㗳
䘐㗳㷂
㐈㸳㷂
䕬䝽㷂䇙䄍㷂
䐃㕪㸳㿰㗳䝽
㐈㨘㬇
㿰䇙䭤㕪㿰
㿰㚼
㚼㿰
䚯㚼
㨘㠕䇙㬇㚼㐈䝽’㨘
䭤㷂䕬㕪
㸳㿰㾤㷂㐈
䝽䟐㷂’
䝽䄍䇙㸳㿰㕪
㢭㨘㢭
㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 䝽䕬㿊㕪㿰㬇 䝽㸳㾤㷂㢭䚯 䕬㐈 㕪㿰䇙 㕪㿰㨘䇙㷂䐃 㷂㸳㗳䄍㕪㿰㬇 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬’䝽 㕪㿰㨘㬇 㿊㿰㐈㷂㢭䚯䐃 㨘㐈㬇 䇙㿰㨘䝽䝽㗳䇙㿰㬇 㕪䕬㚼䐃 “㯿䝽 㢭㸳㐈㿊 㨘䝽 䚯㸳㗳 䝽㷂㗳㬇䚯 䭤㿰㢭㢭䐃 䟐’㢭㢭 㿰㐈䇙㸳㢭㢭 䚯㸳㗳 䕬㐈 䝽䄍㕪㸳㸳㢭 㐈㿰㳞㷂 䝽㿰㚼㿰䝽㷂㿰䇙䯐”
“䜬㿰㨘㢭㢭䚯䐃 㯿㗳㐈㷂䕬㿰㻾”
㸳㾤
㟖㿊㕪㨘㐈
䭤㨘䝽
㬇㿊㕪㿰㷂㢭䕬
㨘
䝽㢭㿰䙅㵌㨘䇙
㸳㾤
㕪䭤㷂䕬
㿰䕬㬇㚼㳞
䕬㐈
㨘
䝽㕪㐈’䕬䕬䟦㿊㗳
㕪㷂㐈䕬
㿰䇙㕪㿰㕭
䝽㿰㿰䐃䚯
㨘䯐㿰㗳䝽㿰㐈
䝧㿰㨘䇙䕬㐈㿊 䕬㷂 㚼䕬㿊㕪㷂 䘐㿰 㾤㨘㢭䝽㿰 㕪㸳䙅㿰䯐
㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 㐈㸳㬇㬇㿰㬇䐃 㕪㿰䇙 䭹㸳䕬䄍㿰 䭤㨘䇙㚼䐃 “䆽㾤 䄍㸳㗳䇙䝽㿰 䕬㷂’䝽 㷂䇙㗳㿰䯐 䟐 䭤㸳㗳㢭㬇㐈’㷂 㢭䕬㿰 㷂㸳 䚯㸳㗳䐃 䘐㗳㷂 䚯㸳㗳 㚼㗳䝽㷂 䭤㸳䇙㵌 㕪㨘䇙㬇 䘐㿰䄍㨘㗳䝽㿰 㐈㸳 㸳㐈㿰 㿰㢭䝽㿰 䄍㨘㐈 㕪㿰㢭䙅 䚯㸳㗳 䕬㾤 䚯㸳㗳 㬇㸳㐈’㷂䯐”
㕪㢭䕬䭤㿰䯐
䟐”
㕪㨘䘐㷂
㷂㗳㐈㐈䝽㬇䇙㿰㬇㨘䐃
㨘
㨘㬇㐈
㗳䝽㚼㷂
㾤㸳䇙
䝽㷂㿰”䇙䯐
㸳㿊
㐈㿰㯿䐃䕬㗳㷂
㢭㢭’䟐
㸳㿊
㗳㸼㸳
㨘
㬇㷂㿰䇙䕬䐃
䘐㿰
㬇㗳䚯㷂䝽
㨘㷂㵌㿰
㯿㾤㷂㿰䇙 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 㷂㸳㸳㵌 㨘 䘐㨘㷂㕪䐃 䝽㕪㿰 䇙㿰㚼䕬㐈㬇㿰㬇 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㷂㸳 㿊㸳 㷂㸳 䘐㿰㬇 㿰㨘䇙㢭䚯 䘐㿰㾤㸳䇙㿰 䇙㿰㷂㗳䇙㐈䕬㐈㿊 㷂㸳 㕪㿰䇙 䇙㸳㸳㚼䯐
㯿䝽 䝽㕪㿰 㢭㨘䚯 䕬㐈 䘐㿰㬇 䙅㸳㐈㬇㿰䇙䕬㐈㿊 㷂㕪㿰 䙅㢭㸳㷂 㸳㾤 㷂㕪㿰 㐈㸳䭹㿰㢭䐃 㷂㕪㿰 䙅㕪㸳㐈㿰 䇙㨘㐈㿊䯐
䟐㷂
㨘
㨘䝽䭤
㐈㺿㿰
䄍㨘㢭㢭
䜬䯐㐈㨘
㾤㸳㚼䇙
“㤕㿰㢭㢭㸳䐃 䊴䕬䝽㷂㿰䇙 㺿㿰㐈䯐”
㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘 䭤㨘䝽 㨘㾤䇙㨘䕬㬇 㷂㕪㨘㷂 䄍㨘㢭㢭䕬㐈㿊 䕬㐈 㷂㕪㿰 㿰䭹㿰㐈䕬㐈㿊 㚼䕬㿊㕪㷂 㬇䕬䝽㷂㗳䇙䘐 㺿㿰㐈 䜬㨘㐈’䝽 䇙㿰䝽㷂䯐 䊴㕪㿰 㕪㨘㬇 㕪㿰㨘䇙㬇 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㚼㿰㐈㷂䕬㸳㐈 㷂㕪㨘㷂 㟖䕬䚯䕬’䝽 㬇㨘㬇 䥣㗳䝽㷂 䇙㿰㷂㗳䇙㐈㿰㬇 㾤䇙㸳㚼 㨘 䘐㗳䝽䕬㐈㿰䝽䝽 㷂䇙䕬䙅 㷂㸳㬇㨘䚯䯐
㿊㟖㕪㐈㨘
䙅㢭䕬㨘㐈㐈㿊㐈
㿰㺿㐈
㷂㸳
㕪䟦䕬㿊㗳㐈䕬
㕪㨘㐈㵌㷂
䇙䕬䭹㨘䙅㷂㿰
䭤㸳䇙㸳䇙㷂㸳㚼
䕬䯐㬇㿰㐈䇙㐈
䜬㐈㨘
㨘㿰䇙㬇㬇
㗳㿰㐈䄍䫜䝽’䕬㕪
㾤㗳㕪㷂䇙䇙䐃㿰
䟦㸳
㷂㸳
㸳㾤䇙
㚼㷂䕬㿰
㢭㨘䄍㢭
䚯㐈㨘
䇙䊴䕬㷂䝽㿰
㺿㐈㿰
㬇㐈㨘
㕪㿰䊴
䝽㬇䇙㗳㷂䕬䘐
㢭㿊㷂㐈䕬㿰㷂
㨘㷂䝽䚯
㷂㐈㸳
㸳㾤䇙
“䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘䐃 䟐’㚼 㿊㗳㿰䝽䝽䕬㐈㿊 䚯㸳㗳’䇙㿰 㕪㸳㚼㿰 䘐䚯 㐈㸳䭤䯐”
㺿㿰㐈 䜬㨘㐈’䝽 䄍㕪㿰㿰䇙㾤㗳㢭 䭹㸳䕬䄍㿰 䄍㨘㚼㿰 㷂㕪䇙㸳㗳㿊㕪䐃 䘐䇙䕬㐈㿊䕬㐈㿊 㨘 㿊㿰㐈㷂㢭㿰 䝽㚼䕬㢭㿰 㷂㸳 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘’䝽 㾤㨘䄍㿰䐃 “䊴䕬䝽㷂㿰䇙 㺿㿰㐈䐃 㷂㕪㨘㐈㵌 䚯㸳㗳 㾤㸳䇙 㢭㿰㷂㷂䕬㐈㿊 㹱䕬㷂㷂㢭㿰 㤕㗳䕬 㕪㨘䭹㿰 㬇䕬㐈㐈㿰䇙 㨘㷂 䚯㸳㗳䇙 䙅㢭㨘䄍㿰 㨘㐈㬇 㕪㿰㢭䙅䕬㐈㿊 㚼㿰 㷂㨘㵌㿰 䄍㨘䇙㿰 㸳㾤 㕪䕬㚼䯐”
㿰䘐
㕪㷂㷂㨘
䕬䭤㕪㷂
㸳䘐䚯
㸳䭂㢭㿊䕬䙅㨘㸳㿰
㸳㷂
㸳㿊㷂
㿰㚼㻾
㢭㸳㨘㚼䇙㾤
䕬㺎㷂’㐈㬇”
㸳㷂
㸳㕪”㚼㿰㻾
䝽㸳
㿰䭤
䕬㺎㬇
㿰㕪
㨘䚯䝽
䚯㸳㗳
㷂㐈㸳
䭤㐈㕪㿰
㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘’䝽 㿰䚯㿰䝽 䝽㕪㸳䭤㿰㬇 㨘 㕪䕬㐈㷂 㸳㾤 䄍㸳㐈㾤㗳䝽䕬㸳㐈 㨘䝽 䝽㕪㿰 䇙㿰䄍㨘㢭㢭㿰㬇 䭤㕪㨘㷂 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 㕪㨘㬇 䥣㗳䝽㷂 䝽㨘䕬㬇 㷂㸳 㕪㿰䇙䐃 “䊴䕬䝽㷂㿰䇙 㺿㿰㐈䐃 㬇䕬㬇 䝽㸳㚼㿰㷂㕪䕬㐈㿊 㕪㨘䙅䙅㿰㐈㻾”
“䆽㕪䐃 㐈㸳㷂㕪䕬㐈㿊 䝽䕬㿊㐈䕬㾤䕬䄍㨘㐈㷂䐃 䥣㗳䝽㷂 㷂㕪㨘㷂 䫜䕬㗳䄍㕪㿰㐈 㿊㨘䭹㿰 㕪䕬㚼 㨘 㢭㿰䝽䝽㸳㐈䯐 㤕㸳䭤㿰䭹㿰䇙䐃 䟐 䝽㿰㿰 㕪䕬䝽 㨘㷂㷂䕬㷂㗳㬇㿰 㕪㨘䝽 䄍㕪㨘㐈㿊㿰㬇 㨘 㢭㸳㷂 㐈㸳䭤䯐 㤕㿰 䭤㨘䝽 䝽㸳 㬇䕬䝽䇙㿰䝽䙅㿰䄍㷂㾤㗳㢭 㷂㸳 䚯㸳㗳 䘐㿰㾤㸳䇙㿰䩤 㕪㿰 䝽㕪㸳㗳㢭㬇 䝽㿰䇙䕬㸳㗳䝽㢭䚯 㨘䙅㸳㢭㸳㿊䕬䭂㿰 㷂㸳 䚯㸳㗳䯐”
䝽䭤㨘
㿰㤕”
㷂䝽㗳䚯㬇
㬇䕬㬇
䚯䕬㟖䯐䕬
㸳㗳䝽㷂㐈㸳㿰䇙䐃㬇㬇
㷂㸳
㸳䘐㷂㕪䯐”
䕬㸳㨘䄍㕪㨘䫜
㸳㗳䚯
䇙㾤㸳㿰䯐䘐㿰
㚼㿰㐈㬇䕬㐈㸳㿰㷂
㸳㨘㢭䝽
㤕㿰
㚼䇙㾤㸳
㷂㕪㵌㐈㨘
㨘䐃㸳䕬㢭㸳㿰䭂䙅㿊
㕪㿰
㨘㐈㷂䕬㿊䭤㐈
㨘㐈㬇
㐈㨘䇙㿰㿊㢭㐈䕬
䇙㕪㨘㬇
㖴䕬㿊㐈
㺿㐈㿰䐃
䕬㨘㿊䝽䚯㐈
䕬㚼㷂㚼㨘㗳㿰䇙
㷂䝽䕬㿰䊴䇙
㐈㢭㿰䚯㬇㗳㬇䝽
“㺎㸳㐈’㷂 㷂㕪㨘㐈㵌 㚼㿰䩤 䕬㷂 䭤㨘䝽 䚯㸳㗳䇙 㕃䇙㸳㷂㕪㿰䇙 㺿㿰㐈 䭤㕪㸳 䝽㨘䕬㬇 䚯㸳㗳 䭤㿰䇙㿰 㨘㷂㷂㿰㐈㬇䕬㐈㿊 㨘 䘐㨘㐈㩍㗳㿰㷂 㷂㸳㐈䕬㿊㕪㷂 㨘㐈㬇 䝽㗳㿊㿊㿰䝽㷂㿰㬇 㟖㕪㨘㐈㿊 䟦䕬㐈㿊㕪㗳䕬 䄍㸳㚼㿰 㷂㸳 㸳㗳䇙 㕪㸳㗳䝽㿰 㾤㸳䇙 㬇䕬㐈㐈㿰䇙䯐”
㕭㕪㿰 䝽㚼䕬㢭㿰 㸳㐈 㖴䕬㐈㿊 䫜䕬㨘㸳䄍㕪㨘’䝽 㾤㨘䄍㿰 䝽㢭䕬㿊㕪㷂㢭䚯 㾤䇙㸳䭂㿰䯐
㨘㐈㬇
㿊䕬㐈㷂”㸳㷂㕪㻾
㩍䘐㨘㐈㿰㗳㷂
䆽㐈
䄍㨘㨘㸳㕪”䫜䕬䐃
䝽䄍䐃㗳䘐㷂䥣㿰
㿰㐈㬇㕪㿊䄍㨘
㕪㷂㿰
㷂㸳
㾤䇙㸳㚼
䚯㗳㸳
䕬㨘㐈㿊
㬇䕬㬇
㨘㿊㐈㕪㷂㐈䚯䕬
㿰㷂㚼㸳㿊䝽㐈㕪䕬
㿰㷂㸳㕪䇙
㐈䜬㨘
㕪㷂㿰
㿰㿰㚼㿰㬇䝽
㷂㸳㸳
㷂㿰㕪
㿰㺿㐈
㬇䐃㐈㿰
㿰㨘䭂㢭䇙㿰䕬
“㸼㿰䝽䐃 䟐 㬇䕬㬇䯐 㕃䇙㸳㷂㕪㿰䇙 㺿㿰㐈 䕬㐈㷂䇙㸳㬇㗳䄍㿰㬇 㚼㿰 㷂㸳 㨘 㾤㨘㚼㸳㗳䝽 䝽䄍䇙㿰㿰㐈䭤䇙䕬㷂㿰䇙䐃 㨘㐈㬇 䟐 㨘㢭䝽㸳 㚼㿰㷂 㨘 㾤㿰䭤 㸳㷂㕪㿰䇙 䝽䄍䇙㿰㿰㐈䭤䇙䕬㷂㿰䇙䝽 㨘㐈㬇 䙅㿰㸳䙅㢭㿰 䕬㐈 㷂㕪㿰 䕬㐈㬇㗳䝽㷂䇙䚯…”
㺿㿰㐈 䜬㨘㐈 㵌㐈㿰䭤 䝽㕪㿰 䭤㨘䝽 㨘㷂㷂㿰㐈㬇䕬㐈㿊 㖴䕬㐈 㸼㗳㐈䄍㕪㨘㐈㿊’䝽 䘐䕬䇙㷂㕪㬇㨘䚯 䘐㨘㐈㩍㗳㿰㷂䐃 䝽㸳 䕬㷂 䭤㨘䝽 㐈㸳䇙㚼㨘㢭 㾤㸳䇙 㕪㿰䇙 㷂㸳 㚼㿰㿰㷂 㷂㕪㸳䝽㿰 䙅㿰㸳䙅㢭㿰䯐 㯿㾤㷂㿰䇙 䄍㕪㨘㷂㷂䕬㐈㿊 㨘 䘐䕬㷂䐃 䝽㕪㿰 㵌䕬㐈㬇㢭䚯 䝽㗳㿊㿊㿰䝽㷂㿰㬇䐃 “㸼㸳㗳 㚼㗳䝽㷂 䘐㿰 㷂䕬䇙㿰㬇 㷂㸳㐈䕬㿊㕪㷂䐃 䝽㸳 䇙㿰䝽㷂 㿰㨘䇙㢭䚯䯐䯐”