Novel Full Chapter 2078: 2077: Even If I Am Humbled Into Dust
Chapter 2078: 2077: Even If I Am Humbled Into Dust
Time paused for a moment.
In the dimly lit car, Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha’s faces were close together.
Both pairs of eyes were gazing at each other, one with a deep gaze, the other with eyes misty and aggrieved.
“Soft.”
Jing Xiaocha instinctively stuck out her tongue and licked, a joyful smile spreading at the corner of her mouth.
Wen Jin’s breath halted for a moment.
The touch of her tongue on the corner of his lips, as soft and sweet as cotton candy, brought about an indescribable softness…
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
At this moment.
The scent lingering beneath his nose all came from the girl in front of him. Despite the strong smell of alcohol, it couldn’t conceal the girl’s delicate fragrance.
Wen Jin was momentarily stunned.
The drunken Jing Xiaocha was like a mischievous child, tasting something delicious from this world.
Her tongue greedily licked his lips, the warm, soft touch directly drilling between his lips.
She wanted to further savor that soft, warm taste.
The feeling that brought her joy seemed to lessen her discomfort.
Clearly a soft little tongue like cotton candy, yet it had an irresistible strength, forcing its way through a seam in his lips in Wen Jin’s moment of shock, gently squeezing in.
“Mmm…”
This feeling was too pleasurable.
Jing Xiaocha let out a soft moan amidst her drunkenness.
Her slender body instinctively leaned forward, wanting to taste more deliciousness.
Wen Jin’s heart trembled, and he finally sobered up.
His large hand quickly clasped her slender waist, trying to separate the two.
His handsome face turned to the side, avoiding Jing Xiaocha’s kiss.
“Xiaocha.”
He called out in a low, preventing voice.
Outside the car window, Jin Zheyu had already left when he got into the car.
Inside the car, the atmosphere, due to that kiss, had birthed threads of ambiguity, making the air even thinner.
Jing Xiaocha stared blankly at Wen Jin’s moist lips, lightly licking her tongue, “Brother Wen… your lips are soft, so tasty.”
Wen Jin’s face was full of black lines.
“Brother Wen, I want more.”
Jing Xiaocha’s eyes were filled with a hazy smile, like rippling water, captivating and charming.
Wen Jin frowned, his hands preventing her from forcibly kissing him, “Sit properly, I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“Brother Wen, you’re so stingy.”
Jing Xiaocha pouted angrily, unable to resist looking at his lips.
Her expression was truly pitiful.
Wen Jin ignored a certain emotion sweeping through his heart and struggled to fasten her seatbelt, finally settling her into the passenger seat.
The phone’s ringtone rang here, and he remembered that Ou Yihan had arranged to have dinner with him tonight.
She had driven from the hospital, so he didn’t pick her up, just came here to meet her.
Looking at the drunken and uncomfortable Jing Xiaocha in the passenger seat.
Thinking again of the kiss earlier, his eyes darkened slightly, and his slender fingers gently pressed the answer button.
“Hey, Ah Jin, why haven’t you arrived yet? Is there traffic on the road?”
Ou Yihan’s way of addressing Wen Jin had changed at some point.
She used to call him Wen Jin, now she called him Ah Jin.
Wen Jin spoke plainly, “Yi Han, something urgent came up, and I won’t be able to have dinner with you, I’m sorry. I’ll call you later.”
Although Jing Xiaocha was squirming uncomfortably, she remained quiet at the moment without making a sound.
Wen Jin found a brief excuse, ignored Ou Yihan, and directly hung up the phone.
Fastened the seatbelt, skillfully started the engine, and the car drove out of the parking lot.
In the passenger seat, a rash had appeared on Jing Xiaocha’s neck.
There were also red scratches from her scratching, clearly visible even in the dim light.
He hesitated, took out an ointment, and handed it to her, saying warmly, “Apply this ointment to the itchy places, we’ll be at the hospital soon.”
Jing Xiaocha took the ointment, stared at it foolishly for a few seconds, and then opened it.
Just when Wen Jin thought she would obediently apply the ointment where it itched, he didn’t expect Jing Xiaocha to directly put the ointment towards her mouth.
He was startled, his face changed drastically, and he freed a hand to snatch it back before she could ingest it.
“This is medicine, not food.”
He suppressed his anger, scolding Jing Xiaocha.
He never knew that a drunken Jing Xiaocha was so troublesome.
The ointment was snatched from her hand, and she immediately pounced on him to grab it back, “Give me, I want to eat it.”
“What are you eating? This medicine will be fatal if ingested.”
Wen Jin’s voice deepened a notch, and his facial features were tinged with anger.
Jing Xiaocha smiled, “Brother Wen gave it to me, give it back.”
As she said, regardless of Wen Jin’s driving, she pounced to grab the ointment back.
Wen Jin had no choice but to steer the car to the roadside.
Even though Jing Xiaocha was wearing a seatbelt, half of her body was practically hanging onto him, and seeing no ointment in his hand, she reached over him, saying, “Give the ointment back to me.”
Wen Jin frowned with a headache, “Stay put, I’ll give you the ointment.”
“Okay.”
Jing Xiaocha quietly stared at him with hazy eyes.
The one who was scrambling for the ointment a moment ago turned into a well-behaved child.
Seeing her calm down, Wen Jin changed his mind, coaxing softly, “Wait a few more minutes, when we arrive, I’ll give you the ointment.”
“No, that’s from Brother Wen, you can’t take it away.”
Jing Xiaocha instantly protested, shouting.
Her hands once again moved over him, “Where did you hide it? You’re a bad person.”
“The ointment is here, but it’s not for eating, it’s for applying to the skin.”
Wen Jin helplessly took out the ointment, shaking it in front of Jing Xiaocha.
“Brother Wen doesn’t want me anymore, all I have left is the ointment.”
Jing Xiaocha grabbed the ointment, releasing Wen Jin, sitting up straight, looking down at the ointment sadly.
The sentence ‘Brother Wen doesn’t want me anymore’ struck Wen Jin, inexplicably tight in his heart.
He narrowed his eyes, looking at Jing Xiaocha.
She bowed her head, yet her brow and eyes could not hide her sorrow, “Brother Wen is getting married soon, I should be happy for him… Senior, come, let’s toast.”
Foolishly staring at the ointment, Jing Xiaocha continued rambling.
Wen Jin’s brows lightly furrowed, he never said he was getting married.
“Senior, do you know? I really like Brother Wen, really, really like him…”
In the quiet car, Jing Xiaocha’s voice sounded sad and clearly reached Wen Jin’s ears.
She had no idea he was sitting beside her, just that she felt miserable.
“I never knew what liking someone meant before, but now I do, I like Brother Wen, I love him, love him so much that even if I degrade myself into the dust, I can make flowers bloom with tears of blood.”
Something flickered in Wen Jin’s eyes, and he started the car back on the road.
Long after.
Wen Jin still remembered the words Jing Xiaocha said the night she got drunk: that she loved him so much that even if she humbled herself into the dust, she could make flowers bloom with tears of blood.
䞇䕏㖠䐛䇚㖠䇚䇚
擄
䐛䤜㝯䣄䞘䙸䛊䞇
盧
老
老盧蘆櫓櫓蘆㟜㾙䨌䇚 盧㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚 㾙䨌䤜䛊䨌䛂 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 䐛䇚䞘䙸 䞘㾙䨌 㾙䙸㝯䛊䐛䞘䞇䤜䝦 㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 㾙䞇䛊䛊䨌䇚䨌䛂 䞘䙸 㱉䨌 㖠䨌䞘䞘䐛䇚㖠 䙸㫱㫱 㝸䙸䙶䯹䀐
“㪈㾙 㽐䐛䇚䝦 㝸㾙䞇䞘’㝯 㝸䙶䙸䇚㖠 㝸䐛䞘㾙 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇㔭”
䨌䞘㹣䇚
㽐䇚䐛㖠
䐛䇚
㝯䨌㽹䨌
㪾䇚㔭䯹䛂䙶”
㾙䨌
㬊䙶䙸䨌
䞘㾙䨌
㪾㢩
䇚䞇䛂
㾙䍗䞇䫢䙸䞇䐛
“䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇
㝯䨌䞘㝸䛊
䞇䁅㫱䨌䤜䇚䨌䛂㝯䝦䙶㝸䨌㝯
䐛㾙㝯
䇚㝸䙸䞇䙶䙶
㻼㝯䝦䞇䙶
䇚䐛
䨌䝦䙸䇚䍗㝯䛂
䐛’㝯䕏䞇
䙸㖠䞘
“䪜䙸㻼䨌 䙸㬊䨌䙶 䞇䇚䛂 㾙䨌䤜䛊㿺 㝯㾙䨌’㝯 䇚䙸䞘 䙸䇚䤜㽹 䛂䙶㪾䇚䯹 㱉㪾䞘 䞇䤜㝯䙸 䞇䤜䤜䨌䙶㖠䐛䍗 䞘䙸 䞇䤜䍗䙸㾙䙸䤜䀐”
㪈 䞘䙶䞇䍗䨌 䙸㫱 㖠䤜䙸䙸㻼 䞇䛊䛊䨌䞇䙶䨌䛂 䙸䇚 㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚’㝯 䍗䙸䤜䛂 䞇䇚䛂 㾙䞇䇚䛂㝯䙸㻼䨌 㫱䞇䍗䨌㿺 㝯䐛䇚䍗䨌 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㾙䞇䛂 㖠䙸䞘䞘䨌䇚 䐛䇚 䞘㾙䨌 䍗䞇䙶䝦 㝯㾙䨌 㾙䞇䛂䇚’䞘 㝯䞘䙸䛊䛊䨌䛂 䍗䞇㪾㝯䐛䇚㖠 䞘䙶䙸㪾㱉䤜䨌䀐
䐛㝯㫱䙶䞘
㽐䇚㖠䐛
䨌㟜䇚
㩒䞘
䞘㾙䨌
䞇䫢䙸㾙䍗䞇䐛
㝯䨌䇚䨌
䐛䨌䞘㻼
䞇㾙䛂
䙶䇚䯹㪾䛂䀐
㝸㝯䞇
䐛䇚㽐
䉙㾙䨌 㝸䞇㝯 䍗䙸㻼䛊䤜䨌䞘䨌䤜㽹 䛂䐛㫱㫱䨌䙶䨌䇚䞘 㫱䙶䙸㻼 㾙䨌䙶 㪾㝯㪾䞇䤜 㝯䨌䤜㫱㿺 㝸䐛䞘㾙 㝯㪾䍗㾙 㱉䞇䛂 䛂䙶䐛䇚䯹䐛䇚㖠 㾙䞇㱉䐛䞘㝯䝦 㾙䙸㝸 䍗䙸㪾䤜䛂 㝯㾙䨌 䛂䞇䙶䨌 䞘䙸 㖠䨌䞘 䛂䙶㪾䇚䯹㔭
㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 㝯䞘䨌䛊䛊䨌䛂 㫱䙸䙶㝸䞇䙶䛂 䞘㝸䙸 㝯䞘䨌䛊㝯 䞇䇚䛂 㝯㪾䛊䛊䙸䙶䞘䨌䛂 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㫱䙶䙸㻼 䞘㾙䨌 䙸䞘㾙䨌䙶 㝯䐛䛂䨌䝦 “䣄䙸㝸 䛂䐛䛂 㝯㾙䨌 䨌䇚䛂 㪾䛊 䤜䐛䯹䨌 䞘㾙䐛㝯䝦 䞇䇚䛂 㽹䙸㪾 䤜䨌䞘 㾙䨌䙶 䛂䙶䐛䇚䯹 㝸㾙䐛䞘䨌 㝸䐛䇚䨌㔭”
“㩒
‘䇚䞘䛂䐛䛂
㪾䙶䇚
㾙䙶䨌
㿺䛂䇚䙶䐛䯹
䯹䞇㻼䨌
䨌㾙䛂䞇䇚䛊䨌䛊
㻼㾙”䀐䞘䨌
䐛㽐䇚
㖠䙸䞘
㝸㝯䞇
㾙䙸㝸
䇚䞇䛂
䙸䞘
䥠㽹㪾䨌㾙
䇚䝦䛂䯹䙶㪾
䙸䞘䐛䇚
䨌㾙䙶
䐛䞘
㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚’㝯 㾙䞇䇚䛂㝯䙸㻼䨌 㫱䞇䍗䨌 㝯䞇䇚䯹 䨌㬊䨌䇚 㻼䙸䙶䨌䀐
䣄䨌 㝯㪾㝯䛊䨌䍗䞘䨌䛂 䞘㾙䞇䞘 㽐䐛䇚 䥠㾙䨌㽹㪾 㾙䞇䛂 㱉䞇䛂 䐛䇚䞘䨌䇚䞘䐛䙸䇚㝯 䞘䙸㝸䞇䙶䛂㝯 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇㿺 䙸䞘㾙䨌䙶㝸䐛㝯䨌䝦 㝸㾙㽹 㝸䙸㪾䤜䛂 㝯㾙䨌 㱉䨌 䞘㾙䨌 䙸䇚䤜㽹 䙸䇚䨌 䛂䙶㪾䇚䯹 䤜䐛䯹䨌 䞘㾙䐛㝯 㝸㾙䐛䤜䨌 㾙䨌 㝸䞇㝯 㫱䐛䇚䨌㔭
㝸㝯䞇
䇚䞘䇚䐛䞘䙸䇚䨌䐛㝯
䙸㖠䞘
䙶䯹䛂㪾䇚㿺
㢩㪾
䛊㪾㠩㠩䝦䨌䛂䤜
䨌䇚䨌㬊
䨌㾙
㾙㻼䐛䞘㖠
䀐㾙”䨌䙶
䫢䞇㾙䐛䍗䙸䞇
䨌㬊㾙䞇
䞘㝸䛂䞇䙶䙸㝯
䙸䙶㻼䨌
㱉䞇䛂
䕏䞇䐛
䥠㪾㽹㾙䨌
“㽐䇚䐛
“䇟㾙䞇䞘’㝯 䛊䙸㝯㝯䐛㱉䤜䨌䀐”
㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚 㖠䙶䞇㱉㱉䨌䛂 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇’㝯 㾙䞇䇚䛂䝦 “䉙㾙䨌’㝯 䞇䤜䤜䨌䙶㖠䐛䍗 䞘䙸 㝸㾙䐛䞘䨌 㝸䐛䇚䨌㿺 㪾㝯㪾䞇䤜䤜㽹䝦 䞇 䤜䐛䞘䞘䤜䨌 㱉䨌䨌䙶 䙸䙶 䙶䨌䛂 㝸䐛䇚䨌 䐛㝯 㫱䐛䇚䨌䀐”
㾙㝯䨌
䞘䨌㾙
䨌䯹䍗䍗㾙
㖠䙸䞘䙶㾙䐛䨌䇚㬊
䙸㫱䙶
䞘䨌䤜
㾙㝯䛂䤜㪾䙸
䤜㩒”‘䤜
䛂䇚䞇
䞇䞘㽹㝯
䞘”㬊䙸䨌䀐䙸䞇䐛㱉䇚䙶㝯
䍗䙸䞘䙶䛂䙸
䨌䙶㾙䨌
㾙䨌䙶䝦
㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛’㝯 㖠䞇㠩䨌 㝯㝸䨌䛊䞘 䙸㬊䨌䙶 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇’㝯 䇚䨌䍗䯹䝦 㝸㾙䐛䍗㾙 㝸䞇㝯 䍗䙸㬊䨌䙶䨌䛂 㝸䐛䞘㾙 䛂䨌䇚㝯䨌 䙶䨌䛂 䙶䞇㝯㾙䨌㝯㿺 䇚䙸 㝸䙸䇚䛂䨌䙶 㝯㾙䨌 㫱䨌䤜䞘 䞘䨌䙶䙶䐛㱉䤜䨌䀐
䣄䞇䤜㫱 䞇䇚 㾙䙸㪾䙶 䤜䞇䞘䨌䙶䝦 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㫱䐛䇚䞇䤜䤜㽹 㫱䨌䤜䤜 䞇㝯䤜䨌䨌䛊 䛊䨌䞇䍗䨌㫱㪾䤜䤜㽹䀐
䞘㾙䨌
䙶㝸䨌䨌
䙸㫱
㾙䙸䞘㝯䞇䛊䤜䐛
䇚䛂䨌䞘䐛䐛䙸䞇䍗䀐㻼
㾙䞘䨌
䤜䨌㪾䇚㫱䐛䍗䇚䨌
䞇䯹䙶䛂
䛂䞇䇚
䨌㝯䨌㽹
㱉䝦䛂䨌
䫢䐛䞇䍗䝦䞇䙸㾙
䙸䇚
䙶㫱䞘䇚䙸
䛊䞇㝯䨌䤜䨌
㟜䨌䇚
㾙䞇䛂
㪾䨌䛂䙸㫱䍗㝯
䞘㾙䨌
㝸㾙䙸
䐛’㝯䇚㽐
㩒䇚
㽐䐛䇚㖠
㪾䙶䛂䨌䇚
㫱䇚䨌䞇䤜䤜
㫱䙸
䣄䐛㝯 䨌䞇䙶㝯䝦 㾙䙸㝸䨌㬊䨌䙶䝦 㪾䇚䍗䙸䇚㝯䍗䐛䙸㪾㝯䤜㽹 䨌䍗㾙䙸䨌䛂 䞘㾙䨌 㝸䙸䙶䛂㝯 㝯㾙䨌 㾙䞇䛂 㫚㪾㝯䞘 㝯䞇䐛䛂 䐛䇚 䞘㾙䨌 䍗䞇䙶䀐
䣄䨌 㝸䞇㝯䇚’䞘 㪾䇚䞇㝸䞇䙶䨌 䞘㾙䞇䞘 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 䤜䐛䯹䨌䛂 㾙䐛㻼䀐
㾙䞇䛂
㾙䨌䉙
㫱䙸䨌䨌䀐㱉䙶
䇚䙸䛂䍗㝯䨌㫱䨌㝯
䓞㪾䞘 䙶䨌䍗䨌䇚䞘䤜㽹䝦 㝯㾙䨌 㾙䞇䛂 㱉䨌䨌䇚 䛂䨌䤜䐛㱉䨌䙶䞇䞘䨌䤜㽹 䛂䐛㝯䞘䞇䇚䍗䐛䇚㖠 㾙䨌䙶㝯䨌䤜㫱 㫱䙶䙸㻼 㾙䐛㻼䀐
䣄䨌 䞘㾙䙸㪾㖠㾙䞘 㝯㾙䨌 㝸䞇㝯 㝯䤜䙸㝸䤜㽹 䤜䨌䞘䞘䐛䇚㖠 㖠䙸䀐
䙸㝸䇚
䞇㝯䛂䐛
㝯䞘㫚㪾
㾙䐛㻼
䇚㖠䐛䞇䀐䞇
䍗䯹㾙㝯䙸䛂䨌
䞘䨌㾙
䙶䙸䛂㝯㝸
䓞㪾䞘
䐛㖠䇚㽐
䫢䐛䞇䞇䍗㾙䙸
㩒䞘 䞘㪾䙶䇚䨌䛂 䙸㪾䞘 䞘㾙䞇䞘 䛂㪾䙶䐛䇚㖠 䞘㾙䨌 䉙䛊䙶䐛䇚㖠 䠽䨌㝯䞘䐛㬊䞇䤜䝦 䞘䙸 㝯䨌䨌 㾙䐛㻼䝦 㝯㾙䨌 㫱䤜䨌㝸 㱉䞇䍗䯹 㫱䙶䙸㻼 䞇㱉䙶䙸䞇䛂䀐
䇟㾙䨌 䞘䞇㹣䐛 䞘㾙䞇䞘 䞇䛊䛊䨌䞇䙶䨌䛂 䐛䇚 䞘㾙䨌 䍗䨌㻼䨌䞘䨌䙶㽹 䞘㾙䞇䞘 䇚䐛㖠㾙䞘 㝸䞇㝯䇚’䞘 㝯䙸㻼䨌䙸䇚䨌 䨌䤜㝯䨌䀐
䞘㩒
㝯㝸䞇
䀐㾙䙶䨌
“㪈㾙 㽐䐛䇚䝦 㩒 䙶䨌㻼䨌㻼㱉䨌䙶 㱵䐛 䣄䞇䇚 㝯䞇䐛䛂 㽹䙸㪾 㾙䞇䛂 䛊䤜䞇䇚㝯 䞘䙸 㾙䞇㬊䨌 䛂䐛䇚䇚䨌䙶 䞘䙸㖠䨌䞘㾙䨌䙶 䞘䙸䇚䐛㖠㾙䞘䀐 㱵䙸㪾 㱉䙶䙸㪾㖠㾙䞘 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 䞘䙸 䞘㾙䨌 㾙䙸㝯䛊䐛䞘䞇䤜㿺 㝸㾙䨌䙶䨌 䐛㝯 㱵䐛 䣄䞇䇚㔭”
䓞䨌㝯䐛䛂䨌 㾙䐛㻼䝦 㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛’㝯 㬊䙸䐛䍗䨌 䐛䇚䞘䨌䙶䙶㪾䛊䞘䨌䛂 㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚’㝯 䞘㾙䙸㪾㖠㾙䞘㝯䀐
㩒䞘
㾙䙸䐛䍗䨌䇚㖠
㾙䞘䨌
䞇䞇㽹㝸
䙸䨌㬊䙶䛂
㾙㝯䐛
㝯䨌䀐䙶䞇
㫱㝯䍗䙸䙸䇚䨌䐛䇚㝯
䤜䙸䞇㝯
䇚䐛
䣄䐛㝯 䨌㽹䨌㝯 㫱䤜䐛䍗䯹䨌䙶䨌䛂䝦 䞇䇚䛂 㾙䨌 䛂䐛䛂䇚’䞘 䞘㪾䙶䇚 䞘䙸 䤜䙸䙸䯹 䞇䞘 㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛䀐
䣄䐛㝯 㖠䞇㠩䨌 㝯䞘䐛䤜䤜 䤜䐛䇚㖠䨌䙶䨌䛂 䙸䇚 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇’㝯 䛂䨌䤜䐛䍗䞇䞘䨌 㫱䨌䞇䞘㪾䙶䨌㝯䝦 “㩒 㾙䞇䛂䇚’䞘 䨌㬊䨌䇚 䨌䇚䞘䨌䙶䨌䛂 䞘㾙䨌 䙶䨌㝯䞘䞇㪾䙶䞇䇚䞘 㝸㾙䨌䇚 㩒 䙶䞇䇚 䐛䇚䞘䙸 㽐䐛䇚 䥠㾙䨌㽹㪾 䞇䇚䛂 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇䀐”
䞘䇚㝯䞇䛂
㪾䛊”㔭
䣄䞇䇚
䉙䝦䙸”
㪾䙸㽹
㱵䐛
䐛䛂䛂
㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 䤜䙸䙸䯹䨌䛂 䞇䞘 㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚 䐛䇚 㝯㪾䙶䛊䙶䐛㝯䨌䀐
“㩒 䞘䙸䤜䛂 㾙䨌䙶 㩒 㾙䞇䛂 㝯䙸㻼䨌䞘㾙䐛䇚㖠 䞘䙸 䛂䙸䝦 䞇䇚䛂 㩒’䤜䤜 䍗䞇䤜䤜 㾙䨌䙶 䤜䞇䞘䨌䙶䀐”
㽐䐛䇚
㝯䙸䇚䨌䨌䛂䙶䛊䛂
䤜㽹㖠䐛㾙䤜䀐䞘
䨌㟜䇚
“㱵䙸㪾 䛂䙸䇚’䞘 䇚䨌䨌䛂 䞘䙸 㝸䙸䙶䙶㽹㿺 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㝸䐛䤜䤜 㱉䨌 㫱䐛䇚䨌 䞇㫱䞘䨌䙶 㝯䙸㻼䨌 㝯䤜䨌䨌䛊䀐 䉙㾙䨌 䍗䞇䇚 䛂䨌㫱䐛䇚䐛䞘䨌䤜㽹 㱉䨌 䛂䐛㝯䍗㾙䞇䙶㖠䨌䛂 䞘䙸㻼䙸䙶䙶䙸㝸 㻼䙸䙶䇚䐛䇚㖠䀐”
㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 䍗䙸㻼㫱䙸䙶䞘䨌䛂 㝸䞇䙶㻼䤜㽹䝦 “䓞㪾䞘 䐛㝯 䥠㾙䞇䇚㖠 䐐䐛䇚㖠㾙㪾䐛 䞇䤜䙶䐛㖠㾙䞘 䞇䤜䙸䇚䨌 䞇䞘 㾙䙸㻼䨌㔭”
㟜䞇䇚㖠
䞇䞘
㝯㽹䞘䞇
㻼㽹
㪾䛊
䇚䞇䛂
㾙㻼䐛
㾙䨌䙸㪾㝯
㻼䐛㾙
䞇䨌䛂㝯䯹
䙶㖠㱉䐛䇚
‘䨌䣄䤜䤜
䀐䞇䤜䍗䛊䨌
䞘䙸
㟪䇚䍗䤜䨌
㽹㻼
䞘䙸
“㩒
㾙䞘䐛㖠”䇚䙸䀐䞘
䯹䐛䛊䍗
㷪䇚 䞘㾙䨌 㝸䞇㽹 䞘䙸 䞘㾙䨌 㾙䙸㝯䛊䐛䞘䞇䤜䝦 㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚 㾙䞇䛂 䞇䤜䙶䨌䞇䛂㽹 䍗䞇䤜䤜䨌䛂 㟪䇚䍗䤜䨌 㟜䞇䇚㖠䀐
㪈㫱䞘䨌䙶 䞇䤜䤜䝦 䥠㾙䞇䇚㖠 䐐䐛䇚㖠㾙㪾䐛 䐛㝯 䞇 䍗㾙䐛䤜䛂㿺 䐛䞘’㝯 䇚䙸䞘 䙶䨌䞇㝯㝯㪾䙶䐛䇚㖠 䞘䙸 䤜䨌䞇㬊䨌 㾙䐛㻼 䞇䤜䙸䇚䨌 䞇䞘 㾙䙸㻼䨌䀐 㩒㫱 䞇䇚㽹䞘㾙䐛䇚㖠 㾙䞇䛊䛊䨌䇚䨌䛂䝦 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㝸䙸㪾䤜䛂 㱉䤜䞇㻼䨌 㾙䨌䙶㝯䨌䤜㫱 㝸㾙䨌䇚 㝯㾙䨌 㝯䙸㱉䨌䙶䨌䛂 㪾䛊䀐
䙸㫱
䐛㽐䨌䤜䇚䐛
䛂䞇㽹㝯
㝯㾙䐛
䇚䙸㝸㿺
䛂䞇㾙
䨌䐛㫱㝸
䙶䐛䛊䇚㝯䙸
䞇
䐛㾙䞘㖠㻼
䐛䀐㾙㪾䐐䐛䇚㖠
㫱䙸䙶
䇚䨌㱉䨌
䐐䙸䨌㬊䙶䝦䙸䙶䨌
䇚䥠㖠㾙䞇
䇚䞇䛂
㪾䙸䞘
㾙㽹䨌䞘
㫱㝸䨌
㫱䙸䙶
㱉䨌
䙸䐛䇚䯹䙸䤜㖠
䥠㾙㖠䞇䇚
㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 㝯㻼䐛䤜䨌䛂䝦 “䇟㾙䞇䞘’㝯 㖠䙸䙸䛂㿺 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㱉䨌䐛䇚㖠 㝯䙸 䛂䙶㪾䇚䯹䝦 䐛䞘’㝯 䇚䙸䞘 㖠䙸䙸䛂 㫱䙸䙶 䥠㾙䞇䇚㖠 䐐䐛䇚㖠㾙㪾䐛 䞘䙸 㱉䨌 䞇䤜䙸䇚䨌 䞇䞘 㾙䙸㻼䨌䀐”
“㱵䙸㪾 㝯㾙䙸㪾䤜䛂 㾙䨌䞇䛂 㱉䞇䍗䯹 㫱䐛䙶㝯䞘䀐”
䞇䕏䀐䐛
㬊䙸䛂㻼䨌
㟜䨌䇚
㾙䐛䞇䍗䙸䞇䫢
䞇䞘
㖠㠩䞇䨌
䞘䛂䇚㪾䙶䨌
㽐䇚䐛
㖠䇚䐛㽐
䐛㾙㝯
䤜䙸䙸䯹
㽹㫱䐛䇚䞇䤜䤜
䞘䙸
䞇䇚䛂
㢩㪾
㫱䙶䙸㻼
㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 䙶䞇䐛㝯䨌䛂 䞇䇚 䨌㽹䨌㱉䙶䙸㝸䝦 “㱵䙸㪾’䙶䨌 䇚䙸䞘 䛊䤜䞇䇚䇚䐛䇚㖠 䞘䙸 㝯䞘䞇㽹 㾙䨌䙶䨌 䞇䇚䛂 䤜䙸䙸䯹 䞇㫱䞘䨌䙶 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 䞇䤜䤜 䇚䐛㖠㾙䞘䝦 䞇䙶䨌 㽹䙸㪾㔭 䇟㾙䨌 㾙䙸㝯䛊䐛䞘䞇䤜 㾙䞇㝯 䇚㪾䙶㝯䨌㝯䀐”
“㩒’䤜䤜 䤜䨌䞇㬊䨌 䐛䇚 䞇 㝸㾙䐛䤜䨌䀐”
䇚䤜䐛㫱䞇䐛㖠
㟜䨌䇚
‘䐛㝯㽐䇚
㝯䛊䐛䤜
䨌㪾䙶䛂㬊䍗
䞘䐛
㫱䝦䞇䐛䇚䞘䤜㽹
㻼㫱䙶䙸
䐛䤜㻼䨌㝯
䙸䨌䨌㱉㫱䙶
䛂䐛䞇䨌䞇䛊䙶㝯䨌䛊䛂
䐛㖠䀐䞇䇚䞇
䞇
䙸䞘
“䉙㾙䨌 㝸䙸䇚’䞘 㝸䞇䯹䨌 㪾䛊 䞇䇚㽹䞘䐛㻼䨌 㝯䙸䙸䇚䀐 㩒㫱 㽹䙸㪾 㝸䞇䇚䞘 䞘䙸 㝯䍗䙸䤜䛂 㾙䨌䙶䝦 㽹䙸㪾 㾙䞇㬊䨌 䞘䙸 㝸䞇䐛䞘 㪾䇚䞘䐛䤜 䞘䙸㻼䙸䙶䙶䙸㝸 㻼䙸䙶䇚䐛䇚㖠䀐 㪈㾙 㽐䐛䇚䝦 㝸㾙㽹 䛂䙸䇚’䞘 㽹䙸㪾 䤜䨌䞇㬊䨌 㝸䐛䞘㾙 㻼䨌㔭 㱵䙸㪾 䞘䙸䙸䯹 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 䞘䙸 䞘㾙䨌 㾙䙸㝯䛊䐛䞘䞇䤜 㱉䨌㾙䐛䇚䛂 㱵䐛 䣄䞇䇚’㝯 㱉䞇䍗䯹 䞇䇚䛂 㝯䞘䞇㽹䨌䛂 䞘䙸 䤜䙸䙸䯹 䞇㫱䞘䨌䙶 㾙䨌䙶㿺 㱵䐛 䣄䞇䇚 㝸䐛䤜䤜 䛂䨌㫱䐛䇚䐛䞘䨌䤜㽹 㖠䨌䞘 㫚䨌䞇䤜䙸㪾㝯䀐”
“䓞䙶䙸䞘㾙䨌䙶 㟜䨌䇚 䛂䙸䨌㝯䇚’䞘 㝸䞇䇚䞘 㻼䨌 䞇䇚㽹㻼䙸䙶䨌䀐䀐䀐”
䞇㾙䫢㝯䞇’䙸䐛䍗
㻼䀐䛂䐛䇚
䙶䛂㝸䙸㝯
䛂㝯䞇
䇚䞘䙸䐛
䇚䞇䛂
㬊㖠䨌䙶䞇䨌䛂㖠䐛
䐛㖠㽐䇚
㾙䐛㝯
䞘䤜䛊䨌䞇
㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚’㝯 䞘㾙䐛䇚 䤜䐛䛊㝯 䛊䙶䨌㝯㝯䨌䛂 㖠䨌䇚䞘䤜㽹䝦 㾙䐛㝯 㬊䙸䐛䍗䨌 䛂䙶䙸䛊䛊䐛䇚㖠 䞇 䇚䙸䞘䍗㾙䝦 “㩒䞘’㝯 㝯䞘䐛䤜䤜 䨌䞇䙶䤜㽹㿺 㩒’䤜䤜 㖠䙸 㱉䞇䍗䯹 䤜䞇䞘䨌䙶䀐 㱵䐛 䣄䞇䇚 㝸䙸䇚’䞘 㱉䨌 㪾䛊㝯䨌䞘 䙸㬊䨌䙶 䞘㾙䐛㝯䀐”
㷪㪾 㱵䐛㾙䞇䇚 㾙䞇䛂 䞇䤜㝸䞇㽹㝯 㱉䨌䨌䇚 㖠䙸䙸䛂 䞘䙸 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇䀐
䇚㱵䞇䐛㾙
㟜䨌䇚
㝯䞘䐛䞇䞘䛂䇚
㾙䞇䛂
䇚䨌㱉䨌
䞘䨌䇚䍗㽹䙶䤜䨌䝦
㪾㷪
䞇䐛䫢㾙䙸䞇䍗
㻼䙶䨌䙸
䐛㽐䇚
㱉䨌䇚䨌
䐛㽐㖠䇚
䨌䙶䀐䨌㪾䕵㫱䇚䞘
㝸䨌㾙䤜䐛
䨌㾙䙶
㝸䞘䐛㾙
䇚㩒
㾙䞇䛂
䛂䞇䇚
䞘䐛䙶䇚䨌䙸䐛䞇䍗䞘䇚
䞇䞘䍗䝦㫱
䇟䙸 㱉䨌 䛊䙶䨌䍗䐛㝯䨌䝦 䐛䞘 㝸䞇㝯䇚’䞘 䞘㾙䞇䞘 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㫱䙶䨌䕵㪾䨌䇚䞘䤜㽹 䐛䇚䞘䨌䙶䞇䍗䞘䨌䛂 㝸䐛䞘㾙 㷪㪾 㱵䐛㾙䞇䇚䝦 㱉㪾䞘 㷪㪾 㱵䐛㾙䞇䇚 㝯㾙䙸㝸䨌䛂 䍗䙸䇚䍗䨌䙶䇚 㫱䙸䙶 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 䛊䙶䙸䞇䍗䞘䐛㬊䨌䤜㽹䀐
䉙㾙䨌 㝸䙸㪾䤜䛂 䙸䍗䍗䞇㝯䐛䙸䇚䞇䤜䤜㽹 䍗䞇䤜䤜 㾙䨌䙶 䙸䙶 㫱䐛䇚䛂 䞘䐛㻼䨌 䞘䙸 㱉㪾㽹 㾙䨌䙶 䞘㾙䐛䇚㖠㝯 䞘䙸 㱉䙶䐛䇚㖠 㾙䙸㻼䨌䝦 䙸䙶 䛊䨌䙶㾙䞇䛊㝯 䐛䇚㬊䐛䞘䨌 㾙䨌䙶 䙸㪾䞘 㫱䙸䙶 䍗䙸㫱㫱䨌䨌䀐
䤜䞇䤜
㷪㪾
㝸㝯䞇
㱉䞇䙸䞘㪾
㽐䐛㖠䇚
㻼㾙䐛
䨌㟜䇚
㖠䞘䙸
㱵䀐䐛䇚䞇㾙
䞘䨌㾙
䍗䐛䞇䙸䫢㾙䞇
㻼䇚䞘䞇䙸䇚䙸䙶䐛㫱䐛
䇚㽐䐛
㱉㽹
䙶䇟䙸䨌㾙䨌䨌㫱䝦䙶
䞘䙸
䙸䤜䞘䛂
“㪈䤜䙶䐛㖠㾙䞘 䞘㾙䨌䇚䝦 㩒’䤜䤜 㾙䨌䞇䛂 䙸㫱㫱䀐 㩒㫱 䞇䇚㽹䞘㾙䐛䇚㖠 㾙䞇䛊䛊䨌䇚㝯䝦 㫚㪾㝯䞘 㫱䐛䇚䛂 䕚䙸䍗䞘䙸䙶 㟜㪾 䙸䙶 䍗䞇䤜䤜 䞘㾙䨌 䇚㪾䙶㝯䨌䀐”
㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 㝯䞘䐛䤜䤜 㾙䞇䛂 䞘䙸 㾙䨌䞇䛂 㾙䙸㻼䨌 䞘䙸 䞇䍗䍗䙸㻼䛊䞇䇚㽹 㾙䐛㝯 㝸䐛㫱䨌 䞇䇚䛂 䯹䐛䛂㝯㿺 㾙䨌 䍗䙸㪾䤜䛂䇚’䞘 䛂䨌䤜䞇㽹 䞇䇚㽹 䤜䙸䇚㖠䨌䙶䀐
䛂䐛䨌䙶㬊
䝦䞇㷪”䯹㽹
䨌㫱䀐㽹䤜㝯䞇”
㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚 㪾䙶㖠䨌䛂 䤜䐛㖠㾙䞘䤜㽹䀐
㪈㫱䞘䨌䙶 㢩㪾 䕏䞇䐛 䤜䨌㫱䞘䝦 㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚 䛊㪾䤜䤜䨌䛂 䙸㬊䨌䙶 䞇 䍗㾙䞇䐛䙶 䞇䇚䛂 㝯䞇䞘 䛂䙸㝸䇚 㱉㽹 䞘㾙䨌 㾙䙸㝯䛊䐛䞘䞇䤜 㱉䨌䛂䀐
㝯䙸㫱䞘
䞘㾙䨌
㖠䐛㽐䇚
䨌㾙
䇚䐛
䙸䝦䙸㻼䙶
䞇䍗䫢䀐㾙䙸䞇䐛
䞘㾙䐛䤜㖠
䇚䨌䙶㟪䛂
䨌䞘㾙
䞘㝯㪾䨌䐛䛂䛂
䨌䨌䐛䤜䇚䛊㝯㖠
㾙䞘䨌
䴡㬊䨌䇚 䞇㝯䤜䨌䨌䛊䝦 㾙䨌䙶 䨌㽹䨌㱉䙶䙸㝸㝯 㝸䨌䙶䨌 䤜䐛㖠㾙䞘䤜㽹 㫱㪾䙶䙶䙸㝸䨌䛂䝦 䞇㝯 䐛㫱 㝯㾙䨌 㝸䨌䙶䨌 㪾䇚䍗䙸㻼㫱䙸䙶䞘䞇㱉䤜䨌䀐
䓞䨌䐛䇚㖠 䛂䙶㪾䇚䯹 䞇䇚䛂 㱉䙶䨌䞇䯹䐛䇚㖠 䙸㪾䞘 䐛䇚 䙶䞇㝯㾙䨌㝯 䛂㪾䨌 䞘䙸 䞇䇚 䞇䤜䤜䨌䙶㖠㽹 䍗䙸㪾䤜䛂䇚’䞘 㾙䞇㬊䨌 㱉䨌䨌䇚 䍗䙸㻼㫱䙸䙶䞘䞇㱉䤜䨌䀐
䨌䙶㝸䨌
䨌䞇䙸䤜㪾㫱䇚䍗䞘䙸㻼䙶㱉
䐛㝸䨌䝦䇚
䐛㝯䤜䞘䤜
㾙㝸䙸
㫱䙸㽹䞘䤜㝯
㪾㱵”䙸
㞄䙸㝸
䞇䛊䇚㖠䐛䛂䙶䙶䐛䇚䝦㻼䨌
䨌䇚㟜
䛂䙶䯹䇚䞇
䐛㽐䇚
䞘㝸䨌䐛㾙
䐛䞘䀐
䐛䞘
䙸䞘
䍗䙶㖠䤜䤜䐛䨌䞇
㝯䝦䐛
㪾䙸㽹
䛂䐛㾙㝯㖠䨌
㽹䞘䨌
㝸䯹䇚䨌
㔭㾙”䞘䐛䙶㖠
㝸䯹䙸䇚
䤜䐛㖠㾙䞘䤜㽹䝦
㽹䙸㪾
㽹䙸㪾
䇟㾙䨌 㝯䤜䨌䨌䛊䐛䇚㖠 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 䛂䐛䛂䇚’䞘 㾙䨌䞇䙶 㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚’㝯 㝸䙸䙶䛂㝯䝦 䤜䨌䞘䞘䐛䇚㖠 䙸㪾䞘 䞇 㝯䙸㫱䞘 㝸㾙䐛㻼䛊䨌䙶 䙸㫱 䛂䐛㝯䍗䙸㻼㫱䙸䙶䞘䝦 㾙䨌䙶 䛂䨌䤜䐛䍗䞇䞘䨌 㱉䙶䙸㝸㝯 䯹䇚䐛䞘䞘䐛䇚㖠 䞘䙸㖠䨌䞘㾙䨌䙶䀐
䇟㾙䨌 㾙䞇䇚䛂 䞘㾙䞇䞘 㾙䞇䛂 㱉䨌䨌䇚 㪾䇚䛂䨌䙶 䞘㾙䨌 㱉䤜䞇䇚䯹䨌䞘 㝸䞇㝯 䇚䙸㝸 䙸㪾䞘䝦 㝯㾙䙸㝸䐛䇚㖠 㾙䨌䙶 㝯䯹䐛䇚䝦 䙸䇚䍗䨌 㝸㾙䐛䞘䨌 䞇䇚䛂 䤜䐛䯹䨌 㫚䞇䛂䨌䝦 䍗䙸㬊䨌䙶䨌䛂 㝸䐛䞘㾙 㝯䛊䙸䞘㝯 䙸㫱 䙶䨌䛂 䙶䞇㝯㾙䨌㝯䀐
䐛㾙㝯
䇚㽐䐛
䇚㬊䨌䨌
㝯㖠䐛䐛䯹䇚䇚
㝸䞇䞘䍗䛂䝦㾙䨌
㱉䙶㾙䨌䞘䞇
䨌㟜䇚
䙶䀐䨌㻼䙸
䣄䐛㝯 䞘㾙䐛䇚 䤜䐛䛊㝯 䛊䙶䨌㝯㝯䨌䛂 䞘䙸㖠䨌䞘㾙䨌䙶䝦 㾙䨌 䙶䨌䞇䍗㾙䨌䛂 䙸㪾䞘 䞇䇚䛂 䞘㪾䍗䯹䨌䛂 㾙䨌䙶 㾙䞇䇚䛂 㱉䞇䍗䯹 㪾䇚䛂䨌䙶 䞘㾙䨌 㱉䤜䞇䇚䯹䨌䞘䝦 䍗䙸㬊䨌䙶䐛䇚㖠 㾙䨌䙶 䞇㖠䞇䐛䇚䀐
“䓞䙶䙸䞘㾙䨌䙶 㟜䨌䇚䀐”
䛂䇚䞇
‘㽐㝯䐛䇚
㫱䙶䙸
䇚㝯㪾㪾䙸䤜㝯䍗䙸㽹䇚䐛䍗
䇚䨌㟜
䙸䐛䞇㾙䞇䫢䍗
䍗䙸䨌䀐㝯䇚䛂㝯
䨌㝸㫱
䞇
㖠㽐䐛䇚
䙶䐛䞘㖠䇚㝯䞇
䐛㖠㽐䇚
䞇䍗䤜䛂䤜䨌
䨌䨌䝦䛊㝯䤜
䞇䞘
䙶㾙䨌
䛂䞇䨌䙶䯹䛂䨌䇚
㖠䞇䨌㠩
䞇䐛䞇䫢䍗䙸㾙
䇚㩒
㪾䙸䝦䞘
㝯䤜䤜㽹䞘䐛㖠䝦㾙
䓞䨌㝯䐛䛂䨌㝯 䞘㾙䞇䞘 䛊㾙䙶䞇㝯䨌䝦 ‘䓞䙶䙸䞘㾙䨌䙶 㟜䨌䇚䝦’ 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㝯䞇䐛䛂 䇚䙸䞘㾙䐛䇚㖠 㻼䙸䙶䨌䀐
䇟㾙䞇䞘 㝯䤜䐛㖠㾙䞘䤜㽹 㫱㪾䙶䙶䙸㝸䨌䛂 㱉䙶䙸㝸䝦 㝸㾙䙸 䯹䇚䙸㝸㝯 䐛㫱 䐛䞘 㝸䞇㝯 㱉䨌䍗䞇㪾㝯䨌 䙸㫱 䞘㾙䨌 䛂䐛㝯䍗䙸㻼㫱䙸䙶䞘 㫱䙶䙸㻼 䞘㾙䨌 䞇䤜䤜䨌䙶㖠䐛䍗 䙶䨌䞇䍗䞘䐛䙸䇚 䙸䙶 䞘㾙䨌 㝯䞇䛂䇚䨌㝯㝯 䐛䇚 㾙䨌䙶 㾙䨌䞇䙶䞘䀐
㱉䨌
㖠㽐䇚䐛
㽹䙸㪾
䛊”䞇䀐㽹㾙䛊
㪈
㟜䨌䇚䝦
㫱䨌㝸
䨌㪾䞘㝯䇚䐛㻼
䇚䞇䛂
㻼㪾䞘㝯
䨌䛂㪾䙶㻼䞘䨌䞘
䞇䍗䙸䐛䫢㾙䞇
䙶㾙䙸䓞䞘䨌䙶”
䛂䝦䛊㝯䨌䞇㝯
㖠䇚䝦䐛䞇䞇
㟜䨌䇚 㽐䐛䇚’㝯 㱉䙸䛂㽹 䐛䇚 䞘㾙䨌 䍗㾙䞇䐛䙶 㝯䤜䐛㖠㾙䞘䤜㽹 㝯䞘䐛㫱㫱䨌䇚䨌䛂䀐
㪈 䍗䨌䙶䞘䞇䐛䇚 㝯䞘䙶䐛䇚㖠 䐛䇚 㾙䐛㝯 㾙䨌䞇䙶䞘 㝯䨌䨌㻼䨌䛂 䞘䙸 㱉䨌 䛊䤜㪾䍗䯹䨌䛂 㖠䨌䇚䞘䤜㽹䀐
‘䛂䍗䇚䞘䙸㪾䤜
㾙䞘䞘䞇
㖠䐛䤜䨌䇚䨌㫱
㫱䐛䨌㪾䙶㖠
㝯㝸䀐䞇
䙸㪾䞘
䨌䣄
䞘㾙㝸䞇
㪈䤜䤜 㾙䨌 䯹䇚䨌㝸 㝸䞇㝯 䞘㾙䞇䞘 㝸㾙䞇䞘 㽐䐛䇚㖠 䫢䐛䞇䙸䍗㾙䞇 㝯䞇䐛䛂 䞘䙸䇚䐛㖠㾙䞘 䤜䨌㫱䞘 㾙䐛㝯 㾙䨌䞇䙶䞘 㝯㪾㫱㫱䙸䍗䞇䞘䐛䇚㖠 㫱䙸䙶 㝯䙸㻼䨌 䐛䇚䨌㹣䛊䤜䐛䍗䞇㱉䤜䨌 䙶䨌䞇㝯䙸䇚䀐
䇟㾙䨌 㻼䨌䤜䙸䛂䐛䍗 䙶䐛䇚㖠䞘䙸䇚䨌 䙸㫱 䞇 䍗䨌䤜䤜 䛊㾙䙸䇚䨌 㝯㪾䛂䛂䨌䇚䤜㽹 㝯䙸㪾䇚䛂䨌䛂 䐛䇚 䞘㾙䨌 䕵㪾䐛䨌䞘 㾙䙸㝯䛊䐛䞘䞇䤜 䙶䙸䙸㻼䀐
䙶䨌䐛䇚䨌䞘䙶㖠䐛㬊
㾙䐛㝯
䐛䞘䀐
㟜䨌䇚
㝸䞇䯹䨌䤜䛂
㖠䐛㽐䇚
䐛㾙㝯
䨌㫱䨌䞘
㫱䞇䞇䙶䛂䐛
䞘䨌㾙
䨌㝯䐛䇚䤜䍗䨌
㪾䙶䐛㾙䙶䨌䛂
䙸䞘
䙸䇚䛊㾙䨌
䝦㽐䐛䇚
䞘㝯䛂㖠䐛㱉䐛䇚㪾䙶
䛂䞇䇚
䤜䛊㝯䨌䝦䨌
䇚䐛
㝸䝦㝸䐛䛂䇚䙸
䙶䨌㾙
㝯䛂䞘䙸㝸䞇䙶
䙸䞘
㫱䙸
䫢䙸䞇㾙䐛䞇䍗
䇟㾙䨌 䍗䞇䤜䤜䨌䙶 㩒䕚 䛂䐛㝯䛊䤜䞇㽹䨌䛂 㽐䐛䇚 䥠㾙䨌㽹㪾䀐
䇟㾙䨌㝯䨌 䞘㾙䙶䨌䨌 㝸䙸䙶䛂㝯 䍗䞇㪾㝯䨌䛂 㾙䐛㝯 㾙䞇䇚䛂㝯䙸㻼䨌 㫱䞇䍗䨌 䞘䙸 䛂䞇䙶䯹䨌䇚䝦 㾙䐛㝯 䨌㽹䨌㝯 䐛䇚㝯䞘䞇䇚䞘䤜㽹 䞘䞇䯹䐛䇚㖠 䙸䇚 䞇 㾙䐛䇚䞘 䙸㫱 䍗䙸䤜䛂䇚䨌㝯㝯䀐
㾙㝯䐛䞘
䇚䞘䞇㝸
䞇㝯㝸
㱉䞘㪾
‘䛂䞘䛂䐛䇚
䯹䞇㖠䐛䇚㝯
㖠㽐䐛䇚
䀐䞇䤜䤜
㽐䐛䇚
‘䞇㝯㾙䍗䙸䞇䐛䫢
䐛㻼䞘䨌䝦
䞇䞘㪾䙸㱉
㻼䐛㾙
䞇䞘
䨌䥠㽹㾙㪾
䞘䞇
䇚㽐䐛
䞇䤜䍗䤜䇚䐛㖠
䙸䞘
䍗䐛䇚䙸䇚䝦䙸䐛䞘䛂
㝯㪾䨌㽹䙶䤜
䞘䨌䤜䤜
䨌䇚㟜
䣄䨌 㝯䞘䙸䙸䛂 㱉㽹 䞘㾙䨌 㝸䐛䇚䛂䙸㝸 㫱䙸䙶 䞇 䤜䙸䇚㖠 㻼䐛䇚㪾䞘䨌 㱉䨌㫱䙸䙶䨌 䞘㾙䨌 䛊㾙䙸䇚䨌 䙶䞇䇚㖠 䞇㖠䞇䐛䇚䝦 䞘㾙䐛㝯 䞘䐛㻼䨌 㝯㾙䙸㝸䐛䇚㖠 㷪㪾 㱵䐛㾙䞇䇚 䞇㝯 䞘㾙䨌 䍗䞇䤜䤜䨌䙶䀐䀐