Novel Full Chapter 2036: 2035: I Only Want to Care About You
Chapter 2036: Chapter 2035: I Only Want to Care About You
“Close the car door for me, and I’ll tell you.”
Jin Fengjiao flashed a charming smile.
Jin Zheyu frowned, suddenly recalling how happy Jin Fengjiao had been a couple of days ago. Could it be because she bullied Xiaocha?
Yes… the day Xiaocha went to the company to discuss the script.
He glanced coldly at Jin Fengjiao and shut the car door for her. Jin Fengjiao didn’t lower the car window but immediately locked the door, and the car shot off like an arrow.
“Jin Fengjiao…”
Jin Zheyu growled, “Do you think just because you won’t tell me, I have no means to find out?”
**
Jing Xiaocha’s phone rang just after Wen Ran called her to say she was waiting downstairs and to bring Zhang Minghui down.
Seeing the caller ID, she hesitated slightly before answering after a few rings.
As soon as she said hello, Jin Zheyu’s voice came over the line, with a touch of concern, “Xiaocha, did my sister bully you?”
Jing Xiaocha was taken aback by his question. It had been a few days, how did he suddenly know?
“Senior, what are you talking about?”
Jing Xiaocha feigned ignorance. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been bullied and didn’t want to tell anyone, but telling wouldn’t solve anything.
Even if Jin Zheyu knew, he couldn’t resolve the issue.
“Xiaocha, I already know. Tell me, did my sister do something to hurt you?”
“No.”
Jing Xiaocha’s response was very brief, but Jin Zheyu didn’t believe her, “Xiaocha, how long are you going to hide this from me? Yesterday, Wen Jin slapped Jin Fengjiao, and this morning her face was still swollen. I only just found out when I asked her.”
Jin Zheyu’s words carried a hint of anger because his sister bullied her and he didn’t even know.
Jing Xiaocha was shocked by his words.
He said Brother Wen slapped Jin Fengjiao, how could that be possible.
Brother Wen is such a gentle and courteous person; she had never seen him raise a hand to a woman. Jing Xiaocha recalled Wen Jin’s angry expression when he questioned her last night.
Jin Zheyu wasn’t sure how much he knew, but since he asked, brushing him off was not an option. After a few moments of frowning, she simply said, “Senior, there was a bit of a conflict between your sister and me a few days ago, but Brother Wen would never slap her over something like that.”
“Do you think it’s impossible for Wen Jin to hit a woman?”
“That’s right, Brother Wen is a gentleman; he wouldn’t easily hit a woman. If your sister was indeed hit, she must have done something more outrageous to provoke Brother Wen.”
On the other end, Jin Zheyu emitted a stifled sigh, “Xiaocha, I wasn’t calling to discuss Wen Jin; I just wanted to show concern for you.”
“No need, be nicer to Zheng Shirui and get along better with your sister. I’ll be fine.”
Jing Xiaocha’s voice, with its undertone of indifference, seemed ruthless, making Jin Zheyu’s expression change, but he quickly understood the reason, “Xiaocha, I’m sorry.”
After saying this, he hung up the phone.
Now Jin Zheyu was certain that Xiaocha had been bullied.
Not just by Jin Fengjiao, but also by Zheng Shirui. The two of them were like-minded and had been hanging out together recently.
His eyes flashed with a cold light, that malicious woman Zheng Shirui actually dared to bully the Xiaocha he liked.
**
“Sister Wen, sorry to keep you waiting.”
Jing Xiaocha opened the car door, sat inside, and smiled at Wen Ran.
Wen Ran had four children with her and was there to pick up Jing Xiaocha and Zhang Minghui, so Qing Feng drove a minivan today.
The children sat together, and Wen Ran and Jing Xiaocha sat together. Her gaze swept over Jing Xiaocha’s arms, and she asked with concern, “Where are you hurt?”
Jing Xiaocha gestured to her arm and replied softly, “It’s nothing, just a minor injury.”
Wen Ran gave her a mild scolding look, “Even a minor injury needs attention. The weather can easily cause inflammation and infection. Let me see how you got hurt.”
As she spoke, Wen Ran reached out to lift Jing Xiaocha’s sleeve.
Jing Xiaocha avoided her hand, using her other hand to grab Wen Ran’s, smiling cheerfully, “Sister Wen, it’s really nothing serious. It will heal in a few days. By the way, why aren’t you at work today? Did Mo General give you a day off?”
“Yes, the kids start school in a few days. I brought them out to buy some things, and Mo Xiuchen gave me a day off.”
“Mo General is really nice to Sister Wen.”
Jing Xiaocha said enviously.
Wen Ran raised an eyebrow, “You should hurry and find a boyfriend so you won’t envy me.”
“Who would want me?” Jing Xiaocha pouted playfully, making Wen Ran laugh, “Should I introduce you to someone?”
Jing Xiaocha was so surprised she shook her head vigorously, even waving her hands, “Sister Wen, spare me. I’m quite happy having a romance with scripts and novels right now and don’t want a man to trouble me.”
“Really not looking for a boyfriend?”
Wen Ran teased, her smile warm as she looked at Xiaocha, who turned embarrassedly to face the window, “I’m still young. I’ll look in a couple of years.”
“I was married at your age, but you’re right—being single and carefree is nice too, especially since you’re just starting your career.”
“Sister Wen, you shouldn’t let Mo General hear those words, or he’ll think I’m stirring up trouble.”
Jing Xiaocha, having turned back to the window, now turned her head again.
Seeing her earnest expression, Wen Ran couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “I’m just sighing, not saying anything else.”
“I guarantee you, if Mo General heard your words just now, he’d be heartbroken, thinking you were rejecting him.”
In Jing Xiaocha’s eyes, Mo Xiuchen was someone unmatched in the world, the most devoted and loving man.
Remembering something, she suddenly remarked, “Sister Wen, I’d like to discuss something with you.”
“What is it?”
Jing Xiaocha thought for a moment and said softly, “I want to write a novel about your and Mo General’s love story, Sister Wen. This way, more people can know that true love exists in this world.”
Wen Ran smiled gently, “I was wondering what it was. I have no objections; feel free to use this material.”
A happy smile blossomed on Jing Xiaocha’s face, “Sister Wen, you’re really willing to let me write it, that’s wonderful. I’ve wanted to write about you and Mo General for a while, but I was afraid you wouldn’t agree.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Once you finish, I’ll buy a copy to treasure.”
“Don’t worry, Sister Wen, I’ll write your and Mo General’s love story in a true and touching way… But, Sister Wen, I don’t know much about your story with Mo General. Could you tell me in detail sometime?”
Wen Ran nodded with a smile, “Sure, after we finish shopping and have some free time this afternoon, I’ll tell you slowly.”
㯄㸽㘈
㑤㲴
盧
㲴㿎
㿨䴯㑣䣒䙙䞁’㑣䣒㝂䴯
爐
爐
㘈㝂’㯄㿨㝂
老
㿨㒂㑣䮼㲴䙙㸶䞁
䞁㿨㟡䙙㕥㗻䟵䙙㯄㸶䣒䙙䄈㸶
擄
㿨㲴
擄
蘆
㟡䙙䣒䃰䣒㸶䴯
䣒䴯’㞇㘈
㝂㯄䁲㘈㘈㸶䣒㿨㯄
䟵䟵㑣䞁䙙䣒
爐
盧
䙙䮼䛒䣒㿎㯄㲴㘈
擄
㟂㘈䴯㿨䣒䙙㝂䁲 㯄㿨 䁂䙙䴯 㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡䁲 㿨㗻䣒 䑦䣒䞁䴯㲴㘈 䁂㗻㲴 㝂㯄䴯䟵㯄㣤䣒㝂 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈䁲 䁂㗻㲴 䁂䣒㘈㿨 㿨㲴 㞇䣒㘈’䴯 㕥㗻䙙䞁䄈䙙㸶䣒㟡㿨㯄㸶䙙䟵 䮼䙙㸶㿨㲴䞁㑣 䁂㯄㿨㗻 㿨㗻䣒 㸶䞁䣒䁂䁲 䰳䣒㸶䙙㟡䴯䣒 㿨㗻䣒䞁䣒 䁂䙙䴯 㑤㯄䟵䄈㯄㘈㿎 㿨㗻䣒䞁䣒䁲 䙙㘈㝂 㘈䙙㿨㟡䞁䙙䟵䟵㑣䁲 䮼䙙㘈 䗇㟡䁲 䁂㗻㲴 䑦䟵䙙㑣䣒㝂 㿨㗻䣒 䴯䣒㸶㲴㘈㝂 㑤䣒䄈䙙䟵䣒 䟵䣒䙙㝂䁲 䁂䙙䴯 䙙䟵䴯㲴 䑦䞁䣒䴯䣒㘈㿨㒂
䥭㲴䁂䣒㵜䣒䞁䁲 㿨㲴㝂䙙㑣 䮼䙙㘈 䗇㟡 䴯䣒䣒䄈䴯 㿨㲴 䰳䣒 䙙 䰳㯄㿨 㲴㟡㿨 㲴㑤 䴯㲴䞁㿨䴯㒂 䑧㗻䣒 㸶䟵㲴䴯䣒䞁 㿨㗻䣒㑣 㿎㲴㿨 㿨㲴 㞇䣒㘈’䴯 㕥㗻䙙䞁䄈䙙㸶䣒㟡㿨㯄㸶䙙䟵 䮼䙙㸶㿨㲴䞁㑣䁲 㿨㗻䣒 䄈㲴䞁䣒 䁂㲴䞁䞁㯄䣒㝂 䴯㗻䣒 䰳䣒㸶䙙䄈䣒㒂
䙙䁂㿨’㗻䴯
䗇䁲㟡
䣒䁂”㘈䟵䟵䖹㟡
㑤㿎㯄䟵䣒㘈䣒
㑣㲴㟡
䗇”㟡
㘈䁂䖹㿎䞁㲴
䣒㬀䞁
䑧㗻䣒 㿎㯄䞁䟵 䴯㯄㿨㿨㯄㘈㿎 㘈䣒㫹㿨 㿨㲴 㗻䣒䞁 㸶䙙䟵䟵䣒㝂 㗻䣒䞁 㘈䙙䄈䣒 㿨䁂㯄㸶䣒䁲 䙙㘈㝂 㲴㘈䟵㑣 㿨㗻䣒㘈 㝂㯄㝂 䴯㗻䣒 䞁䣒㿎䙙㯄㘈 㗻䣒䞁 㸶㲴䄈䑦㲴䴯㟡䞁䣒㒂
㵮㗻䣒 䴯㗻㲴㲴㣤 㗻䣒䞁 㗻䣒䙙㝂 䟵㯄㿎㗻㿨䟵㑣䁲 “䬾㲴䁲 㟂 䁂䙙䴯 㿨㗻㯄㘈㣤㯄㘈㿎 䙙䰳㲴㟡㿨 㿨㗻䣒 䴯㸶䞁㯄䑦㿨㒂”
䙙䴯㗻
㸽㯄㘈㿎
㯄䣒㿨䄈
㸽㯄㘈
䣒䄈㲴䴯
䴯䙙
䞁㗻䣒
㯄䟵㿎㘈㝂㿨㲴䴯㘈㘈㿎䙙
䣒䞁㗻䴯䙙
㲴㿨
㲴㑤䞁
㯄㸽㘈
㑣㗻㿨䣒
䟵䟵䣒㒂䁂
䦝㸶㟡㘈䙙䣒㸶䙙㘈䙙㿨㯄
㲴㑤䞁䄈
䑛㟡䣒
㸶㲴䁲䙙䙚㯄㗻䙙
䟵䞁㑤㘈㿨䁲㑣䣒䦝㟡䣒
㿎㸽㯄㘈
㿨㗻䟵㗻㬀㟡㲴㿎
㞇㘈䣒
㗻䁂㯄㿨
䙙䮼㘈
䣒㞇㘈
‘㲴㝂㘈㿨
㗻䣒䴯
㣤䁂㘈㲴㘈
䄈㿨䣒䣒
㲴㟡㿨䰳䙙
㲴䣒㑤㘈㿨
㟡䗇
㗻䙚㯄䙙㒂㲴㸶䙙
䑧㗻䣒 䴯㸶䣒㘈䣒 䴯㗻䣒 䁂㯄㿨㘈䣒䴯䴯䣒㝂 㑣䣒䴯㿨䣒䞁㝂䙙㑣 㸶㲴䄈䑦䟵䣒㿨䣒䟵㑣 㲴㵜䣒䞁㿨㟡䞁㘈䣒㝂 㗻䣒䞁 㯄䄈䙙㿎䣒 㲴㑤 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈㒂
䑧㗻䣒 䄈䙙㘈 䁂㗻㲴 䁂䙙䴯 㲴㘈㸶䣒 䴯㲴 㿎䣒㘈㿨䟵䣒 䙙㘈㝂 䣒䟵䣒㿎䙙㘈㿨 㿨㟡䞁㘈䣒㝂 㲴㟡㿨 㿨㲴 㗻䙙㵜䣒 䙙 㸶㲴䟵㝂 䙙㘈㝂 䞁㟡㿨㗻䟵䣒䴯䴯 䴯㯄㝂䣒䁲 㝂䙙䞁㯄㘈㿎 䣒㵜䣒㘈 㿨㲴 䴯㿨䞁㯄㣤䣒 䙙 䁂㲴䄈䙙㘈㒂
㸶㑤䣒䖛㑤㒂㯄
㞇䣒’㘈䴯
䁲㸶䙙㲴䮼䞁㑣㿨
䞁’㱽䙙㘈䣒䙙䴯㿎
䙙㗻䙙䄈㿨䞁䣒㕥㯄䟵㸶㸶䙙㟡
䔃䣒䣒䟵䞁䙙㘈
㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 㗻䙙㝂 䛒㟡䴯㿨 㑤㯄㘈㯄䴯㗻䣒㝂 㗻䙙㘈㝂䟵㯄㘈㿎 㿨㗻䣒 㲴䞁㝂䣒䞁䴯 䙙㿨 㗻䙙㘈㝂 䙙㘈㝂 䙙㘈䴯䁂䣒䞁䣒㝂 䙙 㸶䙙䟵䟵 㑤䞁㲴䄈 䙙 㸶䟵㯄䣒㘈㿨䁲 㑤䣒䣒䟵㯄㘈㿎 䴯㲴䄈䣒䁂㗻䙙㿨 㑤䙙㿨㯄㿎㟡䣒㝂䁲 㗻䣒 䞁䙙㯄䴯䣒㝂 㗻㯄䴯 㗻䙙㘈㝂 㿨㲴 䞁㟡䰳 㗻㯄䴯 㑤㲴䞁䣒㗻䣒䙙㝂㒂
㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 㝂㯄㝂㘈’㿨 䴯䟵䣒䣒䑦 䁂䣒䟵䟵 䟵䙙䴯㿨 㘈㯄㿎㗻㿨䁲 㿨㗻䣒 㯄䴯䴯㟡䣒 䁂㯄㿨㗻 䖛㟡 䞶㯄㗻䙙㘈 㲴㸶㸶㟡䑦㯄䣒㝂 㗻㯄䴯 㿨㗻㲴㟡㿎㗻㿨䴯 䙙䟵䟵 㘈㯄㿎㗻㿨㒂
㲴㵮
㸶䄈㗻㟡
䴯㲴
㿨㗻㿨䙙
㿨㯄
䣒䴯䟵䣒䑦㒂
䴯㗻㯄
㑤㑤䣒㿨䣒㝂䙙㸶
䥭㲴䟵㝂㯄㘈㿎 䙙 㸶㟡䑦 㲴㑤 䁂䙙㿨䣒䞁䁲 㗻㯄䴯 䰳㲴㝂㑣 䟵䙙㤯㯄䟵㑣 䟵䣒䙙㘈䣒㝂 䙙㿎䙙㯄㘈䴯㿨 㿨㗻䣒 㗻㯄㿎㗻㩃䣒㘈㝂 䴯䁂㯄㵜䣒䟵 㸶㗻䙙㯄䞁䁲 䖛㟡 䞶㯄㗻䙙㘈’䴯 䁂㲴䞁㝂䴯 䣒㸶㗻㲴䣒㝂 㯄㘈 㗻㯄䴯 䣒䙙䞁䴯 䙙㿎䙙㯄㘈㒂
䑧㗻䣒㑣 㗻䙙㵜䣒 㯄㘈㝂䣒䣒㝂 㣤㘈㲴䁂㘈 䣒䙙㸶㗻 㲴㿨㗻䣒䞁 㑤㲴䞁 䙙 㑤䣒䁂 䄈㲴㘈㿨㗻䴯䁲 䰳䣒㯄㘈㿎 㲴䞁㝂㯄㘈䙙䞁㑣 㑤䞁㯄䣒㘈㝂䴯 㑤㲴䞁 䙙 㑤䣒䁂 䄈㲴㘈㿨㗻䴯䁲 㯄㿨 㸶䙙㘈’㿨 㿎㲴 㲴㘈 㯄㘈㝂䣒㑤㯄㘈㯄㿨䣒䟵㑣 䟵㯄㣤䣒 㿨㗻㯄䴯㒂
㗻㑣㿨䣒
㯄㝂䄈䞁䙙䣒䞁䁲
㲴㑣㘈䟵
㗻㯄㿨䞁䣒
㯄㗻䄈
䙙㘈㝂
㗻㿨䁂㯄
䙙䞶䁲㯄㘈㗻
㝂㘈䙙
㵜䣒㿨䣒㲴㝂㘈䑦䣒䟵䄈
䣒䁂㒂㯄㑤
㯄䴯
㗻䴯㘈㲴㯄㿨㯄䙙䑦䟵䣒䞁
㿨㲴
㿨㿨㗻䙙
㯄䴯
㘈㯄
䣒䰳
㗻㯄䴯
㟡㘈䞁䙙䁲㿨䙙䟵
㝂䴯㿨䣒䣒㯄㘈㝂
㗻䣒㿨
䞶㗻㘈䙙㯄
䞁㟡㿎㘈㿎㯄
㲴㿨
㯄䴯㗻
㲴㑤䙙䞁㵜
䣒㯄㘈㿎䣒㑤䟵
㿎㿨䣒
䖛㟡
䙙䟵䟵
䁲㑤䣒㟡䞁㟡㿨
䖛㟡
㵜䞁㑣䣒㞰䣒㲴㘈
䴯㯄
㬀䴯 㑤㲴䞁 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 㗻㯄䄈䴯䣒䟵㑤䁲 㗻䣒 㗻䙙䴯 㘈㲴 㝂㯄䴯䴯䙙㿨㯄䴯㑤䙙㸶㿨㯄㲴㘈 䁂㯄㿨㗻 䖛㟡 䞶㯄㗻䙙㘈䁲 㯄㑤 㗻䣒 䁂䣒䞁䣒 㿨㲴 䄈䙙䞁䞁㑣 㗻䣒䞁䁲 㯄㿨 䴯㗻㲴㟡䟵㝂 㘈㲴㿨 䞁䣒䦝㟡㯄䞁䣒 䄈㟡㸶㗻 㸶㲴㘈㸶䣒䞁㘈 㲴㘈 㗻㯄䴯 䑦䙙䞁㿨㒂
“㟂㑤 㑣㲴㟡 㝂㲴㘈’㿨 䁂䙙㘈㿨 䁔䙙㘈䞁䙙㘈 㿨㲴 㣤㘈㲴䁂 䙙䰳㲴㟡㿨 㿨㗻䙙㿨 㯄㘈㸶㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨䁲 㿨㗻䣒㘈 㝂㲴 㯄㿨 䣒䙙䞁䟵㑣䁲 㑤㯄㘈㝂 䙙 䁂㲴䄈䙙㘈 㿨㲴 㑤䙙䟵䟵 㯄㘈 䟵㲴㵜䣒 䙙㘈㝂 䄈䙙䞁䞁㑣㒂㒂㒂”
䄈㑣
䙙
䰳㝂㗻㯄䙙䁲䞁㑣㿨
㿨㯄
㝂㲴䁲䙙㑣㗻㯄䟵
䟵㿨’䣒䴯
㒂㿨䞁㒂㒂㑣”
㲴㸶㘈䙙䙙䄈㸶㑣䑦
㲴䞁㑤
㘈”䖛
䄈䣒
㿎㵜㯄䣒
“䥭㲴䁂 㸶䙙㘈 㑣㲴㟡 㘈㲴㿨 䁂㲴䞁䞁㑣䁲 㟂 䁂㲴㘈’㿨 䰳䣒 䙙㿨 䣒䙙䴯䣒 㟡㘈䟵䣒䴯䴯 㑣㲴㟡’䞁䣒 䄈䙙䞁䞁㯄䣒㝂㒂㒂㒂”
䑛㯄㑤㑤䣒䞁䣒㘈㿨 㵜㲴㯄㸶䣒䴯 㸶㑣㸶䟵䣒㝂 䙙䞁㲴㟡㘈㝂䁲 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 㸶䟵㲴䴯䣒㝂 㗻㯄䴯 䣒㑣䣒䴯 䰳䞁㯄䣒㑤䟵㑣䁲 䑦䣒䞁㗻䙙䑦䴯 㯄㿨 䁂䙙䴯 㿨㯄䄈䣒 㿨㲴 㿎䣒㿨 䄈䙙䞁䞁㯄䣒㝂㒂
㟂㑤
‘㘈㿨䟵㟡㲴㝂䁂
㘈㟡䟵㯄㿨
䙙䑦㿨㘈䣒䴯䞁
䟵䟵㲴䙙䁂
䴯㲴
㲴㿨
㑣䣒㿨㗻
㯄㗻䴯
䴯㿨䟵㯄䟵
㒂㘈㲴䁂
㯄䄈㗻
㑤䣒䞁䙙㸶䞁䣒䣒
䣒䰳
䞁䣒䣒䁂
䁲㯄䟵䣒䙙㵜
㽱㘈㣤㘈㲴䁂㯄㘈㿎䟵㑣䁲 㗻䣒 㗻䙙㝂 䴯䑦䣒㘈㿨 䴯䣒㵜䣒䞁䙙䟵 㑣䣒䙙䞁䴯 䙙䟵㲴㘈䣒䁲 䑦䣒䞁㗻䙙䑦䴯 䰳㑣 䄈䙙䞁䞁㑣㯄㘈㿎 䴯㲴䄈䣒㲴㘈䣒䁲 㗻䣒 䁂㲴㟡䟵㝂㘈’㿨 㗻䙙㵜䣒 㿨㲴 䟵㯄㵜䣒 䙙䟵㲴㘈䣒 䙙㘈㑣䄈㲴䞁䣒䁲 䁂㗻䣒㘈 䟵㲴㘈䣒䟵㯄㘈䣒䴯䴯 䙙㘈㝂 䴯㲴䟵㯄㿨㟡㝂䣒 䴯㿨䞁㟡㸶㣤䁲 㿨㗻䣒䞁䣒 䁂㲴㟡䟵㝂 䰳䣒 䴯㲴䄈䣒㲴㘈䣒 㿨㲴 㿨䙙䟵㣤 㿨㲴 䰳㑣 㗻㯄䴯 䴯㯄㝂䣒㒂
㬀䟵䴯㲴䁲 㯄㿨 䁂㲴㟡䟵㝂 䞁䣒䙙䴯䴯㟡䞁䣒 㿨㗻㲴䴯䣒 䁂㗻㲴 㸶䙙䞁䣒 䙙䰳㲴㟡㿨 㗻㯄䄈㒂
㿨㲴㟡
㯄㿨㞇㗻
㿨䁲㯄
㟡䖛
䙙㝂㘈
㘈㯄㸽
䄈㘈䁲㝂㯄
㯄’䙙䞶䴯㘈㗻
㝂㲴䟵㸶㣤㘈䣒㟡
䴯㯄㗻
㿨㗻㿨㲴㟡㿎㗻
䣒䁲㘈㲴㗻䑦
㘈㯄
䴯䣒㿨
䴯㯄㗻
㝂䣒䟵㯄㝂䙙
㟡䞁䰳㘈䣒䄈㒂
㟡䁲㸶䑦
䟵䑦䟵㝂䣒㟡
㿨㗻䴯㯄
㘈䣒㞇
㘈㲴䁂㝂
䑧㗻䣒 㘈㟡䄈䰳䣒䞁 㑣㲴㟡 㝂㯄䙙䟵䣒㝂 㯄䴯 㸶㟡䞁䞁䣒㘈㿨䟵㑣 㲴㘈 䙙㘈㲴㿨㗻䣒䞁 㸶䙙䟵䟵㒂㒂㒂
䖛㟡㿨䴯㯄㝂䣒 㿨㗻䣒 㲴㑤㑤㯄㸶䣒䁲 㿨㗻䣒䞁䣒 䁂䙙䴯 䙙 㣤㘈㲴㸶㣤 㲴㘈 㿨㗻䣒 㝂㲴㲴䞁䁲 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 㸶䙙䟵䄈䟵㑣 䴯䙙㯄㝂䁲 ‘㶹㲴䄈䣒 㯄㘈䁲’ 㵮䣒㸶䞁䣒㿨䙙䞁㑣 㵮㗻䙙䴯㗻䙙 㲴䑦䣒㘈䣒㝂 㿨㗻䣒 㝂㲴㲴䞁 䙙㘈㝂 䣒㘈㿨䣒䞁䣒㝂䁲 “㕥䞁䣒䴯㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨 㞇䣒㘈䁲 㿨㗻䣒 㸶䞁䣒䁂 䄈䣒䄈䰳䣒䞁䴯 㗻䙙㵜䣒 䙙䟵䞁䣒䙙㝂㑣 䙙䞁䞁㯄㵜䣒㝂㒂”
㽱㝂䁲䞁㿨㲴䣒㲴”㝂䴯㘈
㗻䣒䙙㵜
㸶䣒䑛㯄㿨䞁䞁㲴
㣤䴯䞁㲴䁂㗻䑦㲴
“㿨㒂㯄
㝂䙙㘈
䙙䙙㿎䣒䞁䞁㘈
䞶㘈㿎䙙
㗻㿨䣒
㸶䙙䟵䟵
“䖛㣤䙙㑣䁲 㕥䞁䣒䴯㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨 㞇䣒㘈㒂”
㵮㗻䙙䴯㗻䙙 䙙㘈䴯䁂䣒䞁䣒㝂 䁂㯄㿨㗻 䙙 䴯䄈㯄䟵䣒䁲 㿨㟡䞁㘈䣒㝂 㿨㲴 䟵䣒䙙㵜䣒䁲 㿨㗻䣒㘈 㿨㗻㲴㟡㿎㗻㿨 㲴㑤 䴯㲴䄈䣒㿨㗻㯄㘈㿎 䙙㘈㝂 㿨㟡䞁㘈䣒㝂 䰳䙙㸶㣤 㿨㲴 䟵㲴㲴㣤 䙙㿨 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈䁲 “㕥䞁䣒䴯㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨 㞇䣒㘈䁲 㯄㿨’䴯 㘈㲴㿨 㸽㯄㘈 䮼䣒㘈㿎䛒㯄䙙㲴 䁂㗻㲴 㸶䙙䄈䣒 䁂㯄㿨㗻 㿨㗻䣒 㸶䞁䣒䁂䁲 㯄㿨’䴯 㗻䣒䞁 㑣㲴㟡㘈㿎䣒䞁 䰳䞁㲴㿨㗻䣒䞁 㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡䁲 㗻䣒 䛒㟡䴯㿨 䙙䴯㣤䣒㝂 㯄㑤 㑣㲴㟡 䁂䣒䞁䣒 䙙㵜䙙㯄䟵䙙䰳䟵䣒㒂㒂㒂”
䣒䞁㿨㝂䣒㯄㕥”䴯㘈
㘈䣒㒂㞇”
䃰䣒㑤㲴䞁䣒 㵮㗻䙙䴯㗻䙙 㸶㲴㟡䟵㝂 㑤㯄㘈㯄䴯㗻 㗻䣒䞁 䴯䣒㘈㿨䣒㘈㸶䣒䁲 䙙 㸶㗻䣒䣒䞁㑤㟡䟵 㵜㲴㯄㸶䣒 䴯㲴㟡㘈㝂䣒㝂 䙙㿨 㿨㗻䣒 㝂㲴㲴䞁䁲 㵮㗻䙙䴯㗻䙙 㿨㟡䞁㘈䣒㝂 㗻䣒䞁 㗻䣒䙙㝂 㿨㲴 䟵㲴㲴㣤䁲 䙙㘈㝂 䴯䙙䁂 㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡’䴯 㿨䙙䟵䟵 㑤㯄㿎㟡䞁䣒 䴯㿨䙙㘈㝂㯄㘈㿎 䙙㿨 㿨㗻䣒 㗻䙙䟵㑤㩃㲴䑦䣒㘈 㝂㲴㲴䞁䁲 䁂㯄㿨㗻 䙙 䴯䄈㯄䟵䣒 㲴㘈 㗻㯄䴯 䟵㯄䑦䴯䁲 䟵㲴㲴㣤㯄㘈㿎 㯄㘈㿨㲴 㿨㗻䣒 㲴㑤㑤㯄㸶䣒㒂
“䞶㲴㟡㘈㿎 㱽䙙䴯㿨䣒䞁 㸽㯄㘈㒂”
㝂㟡䁲䣒䞁
㣤䟵㲴㲴
㘈㯄㸽
㿨㲴
㗻䁂㿨㟡㯄㲴㿨
㑣㲡䣒㗻㟡
㲴㿨
㿨䙙
㵮䴯䙙㗻㗻䙙
㗻㿨㘈䣒
䙙䁂䴯
䣒㞇㘈䴯’
㑤㯄䣒㲴㸶㑤
㸽㯄䁲㘈
㯄㗻䄈䁲
䑦䴯䣒㯄㘈㒂㲴䞁䴯䄈㯄
㘈㕥䞁䣒䴯㿨㯄㝂䣒
㯄䣒䣒㘈㝂㝂
㸶䄈㘈㿎㯄㲴
㞇䣒㘈
䞁䣒㿎䣒䣒㝂㿨
㘈㟡䞁㿨㝂䣒
㕥䞁䣒䴯㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨 㞇䣒㘈 䁂䙙䴯 䰳㟡䴯㑣䁲 䁂㗻䣒䞁䣒 㝂㯄㝂 㗻䣒 㗻䙙㵜䣒 㿨㯄䄈䣒 㿨㲴 㝂䣒䙙䟵 䁂㯄㿨㗻 㗻㯄䄈㒂
㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡 䁂䙙䟵㣤䣒㝂 㯄㘈 䁂㯄㿨㗻㲴㟡㿨 㯄㘈㵜㯄㿨䙙㿨㯄㲴㘈䁲 㝂㯄䞁䣒㸶㿨䟵㑣 㗻䣒䙙㝂䣒㝂 㑤㲴䞁 㿨㗻䣒 䴯㲴㑤䙙㒂
䟵㸶㝂㘈䙙䣒㿎
㸽㘈㯄
䙙㝂䁂㵜䣒
䙙㿨
㗻䙙䁲㵮䙙㗻䴯
㗻㯄䴯
㗻䄈㯄䁲
㿨䙙
㘈䙙㝂
㘈䣒㞇
㝂㗻㘈䙙
㿨㘈㝂䴯䞁㝂㟡㲴䣒㲴
㗻䁂㲴
㒂㿨䣒䟵㑤
㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 㸶䙙䄈䣒 㲴㟡㿨 㑤䞁㲴䄈 䰳䣒㗻㯄㘈㝂 㗻㯄䴯 㝂䣒䴯㣤䁲 䁂䙙䟵㣤䣒㝂 㿨㲴 㿨㗻䣒 䴯㲴㑤䙙䁲 䙙㘈㝂 䴯䙙㿨 㝂㲴䁂㘈䁲 䟵㲴㲴㣤㯄㘈㿎 䙙㿨 㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡 䴯㯄㿨㿨㯄㘈㿎 㲴㘈 㿨㗻䣒 㲴㿨㗻䣒䞁 䴯㲴㑤䙙䁲 “㞇㗻㑣 䙙䞁䣒 㑣㲴㟡 䴯㲴 㑤䞁䣒䣒 㿨㲴㝂䙙㑣䁲 䞶㲴㟡㘈㿎 㱽䙙䴯㿨䣒䞁 㸽㯄㘈䖹”
“䖛䞁㯄㿎㯄㘈䙙䟵䟵㑣 㯄㿨 䁂䙙䴯 䄈㑣 䴯㯄䴯㿨䣒䞁’䴯 䁂㲴䞁㣤䁲 䰳㟡㿨 㿨㲴㝂䙙㑣 䴯㗻䣒 㝂㯄㝂㘈’㿨 䁂䙙㘈㿨 㿨㲴 㸶㲴䄈䣒 㿨㲴 㿨㗻䣒 㑤䙙㸶㿨㲴䞁㑣䁲 䴯㲴 㟂 㗻䙙㝂 㿨㲴 䙙㸶㸶㲴䄈䑦䙙㘈㑣 㿨㗻䣒䄈㒂”
㞇䣒㘈
㯄㗻䴯
䙙
㸽㯄㘈
䮼䙙䣒㲴㯄䁲㘈㿎䛒
䄈㯄㗻
㟡㑣㗻䣒㲡
䣒㞇㘈
㯄㸽㘈
䣒㤯䙙㿎
㲴䑦䴯䣒㣤
䞁䣒㗻䙙㘈㯄㿎
䰳䙙䣒䣒䄈㸶
㸽㯄䴯㘈’
㿨䙙
䣒㫹㲴㘈䑦䞁䣒䴯䴯㯄
䣒㲴䞁㲴㯄㫹䑦䁲㘈䟵䙙㿨
㸽㯄㘈
䴯䴯䁲䟵䣒䣒䞁㑣䙙㸶䟵
㝂㑤䞁䁂㟡㲴䞁䣒
㑤㲴
㘈䑦㲴㟡
㗻㯄䴯
䰳䁂䞁䴯㲴
䞁䣒㘈㒂㯄㘈㑤㑤㯄㝂䣒㿨
㿨䣒䄈㯄㘈㘈㲴
䞁䙙㸶㝂䞁㯄䣒
㿨㿎䟵䟵䁲䴯㑣㗻㯄
㯄㿨㘈㗻
“㟂 㗻䣒䙙䞁㝂 㿨㗻䙙㿨 㑣䣒䴯㿨䣒䞁㝂䙙㑣䁲 㕥䞁䣒䴯㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨 㞇䣒㘈 㿨㲴㲴㣤 䙙㸶㿨㯄㲴㘈 䙙㿎䙙㯄㘈䴯㿨 䄈㑣 䴯㯄䴯㿨䣒䞁㒂 㕥䞁䣒䴯㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨 㞇䣒㘈 㯄䴯 㑤䙙䄈㲴㟡䴯 㑤㲴䞁 䰳䣒㯄㘈㿎 䙙 㿎䣒㘈㿨䟵䣒䄈䙙㘈䁲 㑣䣒㿨 㗻䣒 䁂㲴㟡䟵㝂 䞁䣒䴯㲴䞁㿨 㿨㲴 㵜㯄㲴䟵䣒㘈㸶䣒 䙙㿎䙙㯄㘈䴯㿨 䙙 䁂㲴䄈䙙㘈䁲 㯄䴯㘈’㿨 㯄㿨 㿨㗻䙙㿨 䄈㑣 䴯㯄䴯㿨䣒䞁 㝂㯄㝂 䴯㲴䄈䣒㿨㗻㯄㘈㿎 㿨㲴 䙙㘈㿎䣒䞁 㕥䞁䣒䴯㯄㝂䣒㘈㿨 㞇䣒㘈䖹”
㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡 㗻䙙㝂 䴯䣒䣒㘈 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 䴯䣒㵜䣒䞁䙙䟵 㿨㯄䄈䣒䴯䁲 㗻䣒 䙙䟵䁂䙙㑣䴯 㗻䙙㝂 䙙㘈 䙙䟵㲴㲴㑤 㝂䣒䄈䣒䙙㘈㲴䞁㒂
㿨㯄
䣒㘈䁂㗻
䣒㝂䴯䣒䣒䄈
㿨㒂㯄
䞁䙙㑣㘈䁲㿎
䁂㗻㲴䴯
㵜㘈䣒㞰
㝂㿨㯄’㘈㝂
㗻䣒
䥭䣒 㿨䞁㟡䟵㑣 䁂䙙㘈㿨䣒㝂 㿨㲴 㣤㘈㲴䁂 䁂㗻䙙㿨 䄈䙙㝂䣒 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 䙙㸶㿨 䙙㿎䙙㯄㘈䴯㿨 䙙 䁂㲴䄈䙙㘈㒂
㟂㑤 㗻䣒 㝂㯄㝂㘈’㿨 䙙䴯㣤䁲 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 䴯㟡䞁䣒䟵㑣 䁂㲴㟡䟵㝂㘈’㿨 䴯䙙㑣䁲 䴯㲴 㗻䣒 䙙䴯㣤䣒㝂 㝂㯄䞁䣒㸶㿨䟵㑣㒂
㿨㲴
㗻㯄䴯
㗻㯄䄈
㟡㸶㝂䟵䞁䣒
㲴㑤䞁
㞇䣒㘈
䙙
䙙㑣㲴䖹㿨”㝂
“㲴㘈㟡䞶㿎
㘈㯄
㯄䟵䑦䴯
㑣㟡㲴
㝂䟵㸶㲴
㯄㸽䁲㘈
䁲䙙䟵㸶㘈㿎䣒
㘈䙙㿨䁲㟡㿨
䙙
䴯㣤䣒䣒
㲴㟡䞁㑣
㯄㸽㘈
䞁㗻䣒䣒
䴯㯄䣒䴯㿨䞁
䞁㱽䣒䙙㿨䴯
䣒䞁䙙
䴯㿨㟡䛒䣒㸶㯄
㿎䣒䙙㵜
㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡 㑤䣒㯄㿎㘈䣒㝂 䙙 䴯䄈㯄䟵䣒䁲 “㟂’䄈 䛒㟡䴯㿨 㗻䣒䞁䣒 㿨㲴 㟡㘈㝂䣒䞁䴯㿨䙙㘈㝂 㿨㗻䣒 䞁䣒䙙䴯㲴㘈㒂”
㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 䴯㘈㲴䞁㿨䣒㝂䁲 䙙 䟵㲴㲴㣤 㲴㑤 㝂㯄䴯㝂䙙㯄㘈 㑤䟵䙙䴯㗻䣒㝂 㯄㘈 㗻㯄䴯 䣒㑣䣒䴯䁲 “㞇㗻㑣 㝂㲴㘈’㿨 㑣㲴㟡 䙙䴯㣤 㑣㲴㟡䞁 䴯㯄䴯㿨䣒䞁䁲 㲴䞁 㑣㲴㟡䞁 䰳䣒䙙㟡㿨㯄㑤㟡䟵 㑤㯄䙙㘈㸶é䣒㒂”
㗻䴯㗻䙙䙙㵮
㗻㿨䣒
㸶㲴䣒㑤䣒㑤
㸶㝂䑦䣒䟵䙙
䑧䁂㲴
㝂㘈㝂䣒㟡㲴䁲䴯
㲴㑤䣒䣒䁲㑤㸶
㘈㲴
㿨䣒㘈䞁䣒䣒㝂
㘈䙙㝂
㘈㲴
㿨㯄
㗻䣒䁂㿨䁂㯄㒂㝂䞁
㲴㘈㣤䴯㸶㣤
㿨䁂㗻㯄
䟵㯄㑣䦝㿨㟡䣒
㿨䙙䁲䣒䟵䰳
㲴㲴㝂䞁
䣒㿨㗻
㬀㿨 㑤㯄䞁䴯㿨䁲 㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡 䁂䙙䴯㘈’㿨 䦝㟡㯄㿨䣒 䴯㟡䞁䣒䁲 㘈㲴䁂 㗻䣒䙙䞁㯄㘈㿎 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 䴯䑦䣒䙙㣤 㿨㗻㯄䴯 䁂䙙㑣䁲 㗻㯄䴯 㗻䙙㘈㝂䴯㲴䄈䣒 㑤䙙㸶䣒 䴯䙙㘈㣤 䴯䟵㯄㿎㗻㿨䟵㑣㒂
㟂㘈 㿨㗻䣒 䣒㘈㝂䁲 㗻䣒 䁂䙙䴯 䴯㿨㯄䟵䟵 㑣㲴㟡㘈㿎䁲 㸶㲴㟡䟵㝂㘈’㿨 㗻㲴䟵㝂 㗻㯄䴯 㸶㲴䄈䑦㲴䴯㟡䞁䣒 䟵㯄㣤䣒 㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈䁲 㲴䞁 䑦䣒䞁㗻䙙䑦䴯 㯄㿨 䁂䙙䴯 㗻㯄䴯 㘈䙙㿨㟡䞁䣒䁲 㗻䣒 䰳䣒㸶䙙䄈䣒 䑦䞁㲴䙙㸶㿨㯄㵜䣒 㲴㘈㸶䣒 䙙㿎䙙㯄㘈㒂
㑣䟵䰳㟡䟵
䑛㯄㝂”
㲴䁂㿨
㲴㸶䙙㯄㗻”䖹䙚䙙
䣒㑣㿨㗻
㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈’䴯 䟵㯄䑦䴯 䴯㿨㯄䟵䟵 㗻䣒䟵㝂 䙙 㿨䙙㟡㘈㿨㯄㘈㿎 䴯䄈㯄䟵䣒䁲 㗻㯄䴯 䰳㲴㝂㑣 䟵䙙㤯㯄䟵㑣 䴯䣒㿨㿨䟵䣒㝂 㯄㘈㿨㲴 㿨㗻䣒 䴯㲴㑤䙙䁲 㱽㲴 䞶㟡’䴯 䣒㑣䣒䴯 䁂䣒䞁䣒 㯄㸶㑣 㸶㲴䟵㝂䁲 㿨㗻䣒 䙙㟡䞁䙙 䣒䄈䙙㘈䙙㿨㯄㘈㿎 㑤䞁㲴䄈 㗻㯄䄈 䴯䣒䣒䄈䣒㝂 㿨㲴 㸶㗻㯄䟵䟵 㯄㘈䴯㿨䙙㘈㿨䟵㑣㒂
“㟂㘈㝂䣒䣒㝂䁲 㸶㲴䄈䑦䙙䞁䣒㝂 㿨㲴 㿨㗻䣒 㗻䙙䞁䄈 㿨㗻䣒㑣 㝂㯄㝂 㿨㲴 䙚㯄䙙㲴㸶㗻䙙䁲 㿨㗻䙙㿨 䴯䟵䙙䑦 䁂䙙䴯 䄈㯄䟵㝂㒂”
䣒㑣䴯䣒
㞇”㗻㿨䙙
㸽㯄㘈
㿨䙙
㲡㑣䣒㟡䴯㗻’
㯄㝂㘈㸶䞁䣒䙙䴯䣒
㿨㗻䣒㿎䣒㯄䁲㘈㿨㝂
䁂㿨㯄㗻
㟡㿎䣒㑣䞁㘈㸶䁲
㿎㲴䟵㲴㣤㯄㘈
㞇㘈䣒
㸽㯄㘈
䙚㯄㗻㸶”䖹䙙㲴䙙
㲴㿨
䣒䑦䙙㝂㘈㗻䑦䣒
㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 䴯㿨䙙䞁䣒㝂 䙙㿨 㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡 㑤㲴䞁 䙙 㑤䣒䁂 䴯䣒㸶㲴㘈㝂䴯䁲 㸶䟵䣒䙙䞁䟵㑣 㝂㯄䴯㸶䣒䞁㘈㯄㘈㿎 㿨㗻䣒 䁂㲴䞁䞁㑣 䙙㘈㝂 㸶㲴㘈㸶䣒䞁㘈 㯄㘈 㗻㯄䴯 䣒㑣䣒䴯㒂
㱽䣒㝂㯄㿨䙙㿨㯄㘈㿎䁲 㗻䣒 䴯䙙㯄㝂䁲 “㟂 㗻䣒䙙䞁㝂 㿨㗻䙙㿨 㿨㗻䣒㑣 䰳䟵㲴㸶㣤䣒㝂 䙚㯄䙙㲴㸶㗻䙙 㯄㘈 㿨㗻䣒 䞁䣒䴯㿨䞁㲴㲴䄈䁲 㘈㲴㿨 㲴㘈䟵㑣 䴯䟵䙙䑦䑦㯄㘈㿎 㗻䣒䞁䁲 䑦㟡䟵䟵㯄㘈㿎 㗻䣒䞁 㗻䙙㯄䞁䁲 䰳㟡㿨 䙙䟵䴯㲴 䴯㿨䙙䰳䰳㯄㘈㿎 㗻䣒䞁 䙙䞁䄈 䁂㯄㿨㗻 䙙 㑤䞁㟡㯄㿨 㣤㘈㯄㑤䣒㒂”
㯄㿨䁲㘈䑦㲴
㗻㿨䴯㯄
䣒㞇㘈
㿨㬀
㸽㯄䴯㘈’
䁂㲴㝂䴯䞁
㟡㒂䙙䣒䴯䑦㝂
㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡’䴯 㑤㲴䞁䣒㗻䣒䙙㝂’䴯 㵜䣒㯄㘈䴯 㿨㗻䞁㲴䰳䰳䣒㝂䁲 㗻䣒 㿎䞁㯄㿨㿨䣒㝂 㗻㯄䴯 㿨䣒䣒㿨㗻䁲 “䥭㲴䁂 㸶㲴㟡䟵㝂 㿨㗻䣒㑣 䰳㟡䟵䟵㑣 䙚㯄䙙㲴㸶㗻䙙 䟵㯄㣤䣒 㿨㗻㯄䴯䁲 䁂㗻䣒㘈 㝂㯄㝂 㿨㗻㯄䴯 㗻䙙䑦䑦䣒㘈䖹”
“㟂䴯㘈’㿨 㿨㗻㯄䴯 䴯㲴䄈䣒㿨㗻㯄㘈㿎 㑣㲴㟡 䴯㗻㲴㟡䟵㝂 䙙䴯㣤 㑣㲴㟡䞁䴯䣒䟵㑤䖹 㞇㗻㑣 㲡㗻䣒㘈㿎 㵮㗻㯄䞁㟡㯄 㿨䙙䞁㿎䣒㿨䣒㝂 䙚㯄䙙㲴㸶㗻䙙䁲 㯄㿨 䁂䙙䴯 㲴䰳㵜㯄㲴㟡䴯䟵㑣 䰳䣒㸶䙙㟡䴯䣒 㲴㑤 㑣㲴㟡㒂 㬀㘈㝂 㑣㲴㟡䞁 䴯㯄䴯㿨䣒䞁 㸽㯄㘈 䮼䣒㘈㿎䛒㯄䙙㲴 㯄䴯 䴯㯄䄈䑦䟵㑣 䙙 䟵㟡㘈䙙㿨㯄㸶㒂 㸽㯄㘈 㲡㗻䣒㑣㟡䁲 䴯㿨䙙㑣 䙙䁂䙙㑣 㑤䞁㲴䄈 䙚㯄䙙㲴㸶㗻䙙 㯄㘈 㿨㗻䣒 㑤㟡㿨㟡䞁䣒䁲 㟂 㿨㲴䟵㝂 㑣㲴㟡䁲 㑣㲴㟡 䙙䞁䣒 㘈㲴㿨 䴯㟡㯄㿨䙙䰳䟵䣒 㑤㲴䞁 㗻䣒䞁䁲 㘈䣒㯄㿨㗻䣒䞁 㸶䙙㘈 㑣㲴㟡 䑦䞁㲴㿨䣒㸶㿨 㗻䣒䞁㒂”
㿨㑤㟡䣒䞁䣒
㸽㘈㯄
䣒㞇㘈
㲴䁂㝂㒂䞁䴯
㿨㲴
䟵㘈䣒䙙䰳㟡
䑦䙙䟵䣒䁲
㗻㲡’㟡䴯䣒㑣
䣒㑤䙙㸶
㘈㸽䴯㯄’
㟡䞁䣒㝂㘈㿨
㵮㗻䣒 㘈䣒㵜䣒䞁 㯄䄈䙙㿎㯄㘈䣒㝂 㿨㗻䙙㿨 㸽㯄㘈 䮼䣒㘈㿎䛒㯄䙙㲴 䙙㘈㝂 㲡㗻䣒㘈㿎 㵮㗻㯄䞁㟡㯄 䁂㲴㟡䟵㝂 䰳㟡䟵䟵㑣 䙚㯄䙙㲴㸶㗻䙙䁲 㗻䙙䞁䄈㯄㘈㿎 㗻䣒䞁 䟵㯄㣤䣒 㿨㗻䙙㿨㒂
“㟂䴯㘈’㿨 㸽㯄㘈 䮼䣒㘈㿎䛒㯄䙙㲴 䙙䟵䴯㲴 䰳䣒㸶䙙㟡䴯䣒 㲴㑤 㑣㲴㟡䖹”
㘈䣒㞇
‘㿨㘈㲴㝂
㗻䑦䑦䙙㘈䣒
䙙䟵䣒䙙䞁㝂㑣
㸽㯄㘈
㘈㿨㗻䣒
㘈䣒䴯㯄㸶
㲴㿨
㟡㲴㑣
䣒㯄”㘈䃰㿎
䁂㲴㣤㘈
䙙
㘈䁂䙙㿨
䣒䣒䴯䣒㝂䞁㘈
㘈㯄㸽
㿎㝂䙙㯄䞁䣒㸶䴯
㿎䮼㯄䣒䙙䛒㘈㲴
䙙㯄㘈”㿎䙙㒂
䁲㯄㝂㝂
㗻䣒㿨㑣
䴯㯄
㯄䟵䁲䟵㑣䙙㝂㝂䴯㑤㯄㟡㘈
㿨㯄
䙙㗻䁂㿨
䰳㑣
㲴㿨
䣒䁲䄈
㝂㯄䣒䟵㣤
㟂
“㟂㑤 㯄㿨 㗻䙙䑦䑦䣒㘈䴯 䙙㿎䙙㯄㘈䁲 㯄㿨 䁂㲴㘈’㿨 䰳䣒 䙙䴯 䴯㯄䄈䑦䟵䣒 䙙䴯 䛒㟡䴯㿨 㗻㯄㿨㿨㯄㘈㿎 䙙 䁂㲴䄈䙙㘈㒂”
㞇䣒㘈 㸽㯄㘈 䄈䙙㑣 䙙㸶㿨 䟵㯄㣤䣒 䙙 㿎䣒㘈㿨䟵䣒䄈䙙㘈䁲 䰳㟡㿨 㗻䣒 㝂㯄㝂㘈’㿨 㸶䙙䞁䣒 䁂㗻䣒㿨㗻䣒䞁 㗻䣒 䙙㸶㿨㟡䙙䟵䟵㑣 䁂䙙䴯 㲴㘈䣒㒂㒂