Novel Full Chapter 2192: Chapter 2191: Ziyi and Qingqing Extra Story XI
Chapter 2192: Chapter 2191: Ziyi and Qingqing Extra Story XI
“Why are you closing your eyes?”
Mo Ziye asked with amusement.
Qin Qingqing pouted playfully and said, “Brother Ziyi, just close your eyes for ten seconds.”
“Alright.”
Unable to resist her, Mo Ziye chuckled softly and gently closed his eyes.
Seeing him close his eyes, a mischievous smile flashed in Qin Qingqing’s eyes. She leaned in and gently kissed Mo Ziye’s soft lips.
“Qingqing.”
Mo Ziye’s eyes snapped open.
He looked at Qin Qingqing in slight surprise.
She beamed brightly, “Brother Ziyi, your lips are so soft, and there’s a faint taste of milk.”
When he was having her drink milk earlier, he took a sip too.
Qin Qingqing, ready to sleep, had brushed her teeth. Mo Ziye hadn’t brushed his teeth yet and planned to do so when he returned to his room.
Mo Ziye’s eyes flickered, and he said gently, “Don’t do that again. Didn’t I tell you not to kiss on the lips?”
“But we’re going to get married when we grow up. I’ve seen uncles and aunties kissing on TV, and they even put their tongues in each other’s mouths…”
“Alright, don’t watch those messy dramas anymore. We’re still kids; we can do that when we’re older.”
Mo Ziye’s expression slightly tightened, and Qin Qingqing quickly behaved.
“Brother Ziyi, I was just curious. I won’t kiss you on the lips next time.”
She was just curious. Those uncles and aunties on TV seemed so excited and couldn’t control themselves, making noise and even taking off each other’s clothes when they kissed…
Just now, when she kissed Brother Ziyi, she didn’t feel like taking off his clothes at all.
“Hurry up and sleep.”
Mo Ziye saw her frowning as if distracted and gently reminded her.
“Okay.”
Qin Qingqing smiled at Mo Ziye and obediently lay back in bed, falling asleep holding his arm.
Mo Ziye sat quietly by the bed, his gaze soft as he looked at Qin Qingqing asleep. Thinking of her kissing his lips earlier, a smile unknowingly crept onto his own.
In ten years, they could truly be together.
**
Spring turned to fall.
Qin Qingqing had also become a middle school student.
On the day of registration, she didn’t have her parents accompany her but had Mo Ziye go with her instead.
At this time, Mo Ziye had also entered high school.
But they were in the same school, so not much had changed.
“Qingqing, did you finish registering? Which class are you in?”
Qiao Rui, a classmate, finished her registration and happened to see Qin Qingqing, so she asked with concern.
Qingqing glanced at Mo Ziye, who was helping her register, and answered with a smile, “Brother Ziyi is registering for me. I’m in Class One.”
“Oh, I’m in Class One too. We’re in the same class.”
Just as Qiao Rui finished speaking, Mo Ziye stood up straight after filling out the form and turned to look at them.
Seeing Mo Ziye’s extraordinarily handsome face, Qiao Rui’s cheeks reddened slightly, and she shyly greeted, “Brother Mo.”
“Mm.”
Mo Ziye responded indifferently without giving Qiao Rui another glance.
After putting the money in his wallet, he said to Qin Qingqing, “Qingqing, we can go now.”
“Qingqing, Brother Mo, it’s still early. Aren’t you going to check out the classroom?”
“No, we have other things to do.”
Mo Ziye maintained a calm expression the entire time.
In contrast to his indifference, Qin Qingqing had a bright smile, “Qiao Rui, Brother Ziyi and I have things to do, so we won’t go to the classroom today.”
It wasn’t like they had to go to the classroom.
Brother Ziyi was going to shoot a scene today, and she was going with him to the set to watch him film.
Just as they walked out of the school gate, Qin Qingqing suddenly stopped and called out, “Brother Ziyi.”
“What’s wrong?”
Mo Ziye turned to look at her, his beautiful brows slightly furrowing with concern in his eyes.
Qin Qingqing lightly bit her lower lip and gently held her abdomen with one hand, “I have a stomachache, and it seems… I need to go to the restroom.”
Mo Ziye nodded and smiled reassuringly, “Ah, you have a stomachache and need to go to the restroom. Okay, let’s go to the restroom first.”
He accompanied Qin Qingqing to the restroom entrance.
Mo Ziye instructed her, “I’ll wait for you outside. Call me if you need anything.”
“Mm.”
Qin Qingqing turned and ran into the restroom.
Mo Ziye, such a handsome young man, stood outside the restroom, and the girls passing by all stole glances at him.
But he remained calm and unconcerned.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Qin Qingqing calling.
Mo Ziye furrowed his brow and immediately answered, “Qingqing, what’s wrong?”
“Brother Ziyi, I’m… bleeding…”
Qin Qingqing’s voice carried a trace of panic, a hint of helplessness, and a subtle sobbing tone that reached Mo Ziye’s ears through the phone.
His heart tightened, and he turned to look at the girls’ restroom, gently comforting her, “Don’t cry, you won’t die. Just wait for me in the restroom, I’ll be back soon.”
“Brother Ziyi, it seems like I’m bleeding a lot…”
“Be good, listen to me, and wait for me inside.”
Saying this, Mo Ziye quickly walked away.
A few minutes later, Mo Ziye jogged back.
He was pulling Tongtong along.
“Ziye, slow down, you’re exhausting me.” Tongtong complained as she followed behind him, being pulled along.
“If I go slower, Qingqing will start crying in the restroom. Hurry up and go to her.”
Mo Ziye handed the bag he was holding to Tongtong and looked worriedly towards the restroom.
Tongtong took the bag from him, looked inside, and then laughed mischievously, “You went through all this just for this, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Tell you what earlier?”
Mo Ziye was puzzled.
Tongtong gave him a side eye, “You ran around all sweaty just to buy this. If you’d told me earlier, you wouldn’t have had to… Anyway, I’ll go find Qingqing first.”
Tongtong quickly walked into the girls’ restroom.
She knocked on the stall where Qingqing was and saw Qin Qingqing with tears streaming down her face.
“Qingqing, why are you crying? Does your stomach hurt a lot?” Tongtong asked with concern, her brows knitted.
Qingqing wiped her tears and looked at Tongtong, “Sister Tongtong, I’m bleeding a lot, it feels like I’m going to die…”
“…”
Tongtong wanted to laugh but felt it would be inappropriate.
“It’s all Brother Ziyi’s fault. Don’t cry or be upset. Let Brother Ziyi explain why later. Here, put this on first.”
Tongtong unpacked an item and handed it to Qingqing.
Qingqing looked at the item in Tongtong’s hand and blinked, “Putting this on will stop me from dying?”
“Yes, I guarantee you won’t die. I’ve tried it. Your Brother Ziyi is still waiting outside for you, let’s go out first.”
Tongtong smiled soothingly.
The first time it happened to her, she wasn’t scared to tears like Qingqing, but she was still at a loss. Thankfully her mom had explained it to her at home.
It’s normal for Qingqing not to understand this.
However, she had no intention of explaining it all now. Since Ziyi was there, she would leave the honorable task to him.
䌗䤝㹔
䘙㷨䤝䤝䄟㪰䄟㷨
䆁㖖㱖㷨㹔䆁䤝
盧
䈄㱖
䊯㰪㧜䤝
㫙㰪㹔
老
䊯㹔䌗䆁㷨㫙’
蘆
爐
㹔㫙䝣䤝䈄䆁㖖㷨㹾
㚀䠈䈄䈄㡀䬁㡀䊯㫙
路
虜
㷨䘙䤝
䌗㷨㫙䠈䝣䊯䈄
䠈䈄䝣
䠈㺸䈄䈄䤝䄟䤝䄟
䳎䈄
㹔䊯䬁㻍
露
擄
䊯㛓㖖㷨
䊯䠈㧜
㷨㹔㷨㰪䄟䤝䠈
盧
虜
“㛓㷨㖖䊯䱑 䩝’㔹䊯 䰎㡀䈄䝣䄟㧜䠈 㞈㷨㫙䠈䊯㡀 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 䈄䝣䠈 㱖䈄㡀 㖖䈄䝣䱑 䰎䝣䠈 䩝 㧜㹔㔹䊯 䠈䈄 䆁䊯㹔㔹䊯㚀 㾱䈄䝣 䠈㹔䝊䊯 㖖䈄䝣㡀 䠈㷨䬁䊯 䊯㹾䅓䆁㹔㷨䤝㷨䤝䄟 䠈㧜㷨䤝䄟㫙 䠈䈄 㧜䊯㡀㚀”
䨩㷨䠈㧜䈄䝣䠈 㰪㹔㷨䠈㷨䤝䄟 㱖䈄㡀 䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯’㫙 㡀䊯㫙䅓䈄䤝㫙䊯䱑 㺸䈄䤝䄟䠈䈄䤝䄟 㫙㹔㷨䌗 䠈㧜㷨㫙䱑 䄟䊯䤝䠈䆁㖖 䅓䝣㫙㧜䊯䌗 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 䠈䈄㰪㹔㡀䌗㫙 䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯䱑 㹔䤝䌗 㪰䝣㷨㻍䝊䆁㖖 䆁䊯㱖䠈㚀
㛓㷨㖖䊯
㔹㷨㫙䤝㻍䆁㷨䠈㷨䤝䠈䊯㖖
䘙㷨䤝
㷨䤝䘙㷨㚀䄟㪰䄟䤝
䈄䳎
䌗㧜㡀䊯㻍䊯㹔
䌗䌗㫙䊯㷨䠈䊯㹔
䝣䠈䈄
䌗㹔䤝
㞈䊯䊯㷨䤝䄟 㧜䊯㡀 㫙䆁㷨䄟㧜䠈䆁㖖 㡀䊯䌗 䊯㖖䊯㫙䱑 㧜㷨㫙 䰎㡀䈄㰪㫙 㱖䝣㡀㡀䈄㰪䊯䌗 䆁㷨䄟㧜䠈䆁㖖䱑 “㝶䊯䠈’㫙 䆁䊯㹔㔹䊯 㧜䊯㡀䊯 㱖㷨㡀㫙䠈㚀”
㳫㹾䅓䆁㹔㷨䤝㷨䤝䄟 㷨䤝 䠈㧜䊯 㡀䊯㫙䠈㡀䈄䈄䬁… 䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㫙䠈㷨䆁䆁 㰪㹔㫙䤝’䠈 䝣㫙䊯䌗 䠈䈄 㷨䠈㚀
䤝䘙㷨
㹔䄟䤝䊯㷨㧜㻍䠈
䰎㷨䌗䤝䝣㷨䆁㚀䄟
㖖㷨㛓䊯
㱖䆁䠈䊯
䤝䈄䤝䱑㷨㧜䠈䄟
䄟㷨䤝䤝㷨䄟㪰䘙
䆁㰪䈄䆁㱖䈄䄟㷨䤝
㹔㫙䌗㷨
䈄䳎
䠈㧜䊯㖖
㹔㫙
㷨䰎䌗㧜䊯䤝
㧜䠈䊯
㩳㫙 䠈㧜䊯㖖 㰪㹔䆁䝊䊯䌗 䈄䝣䠈 䈄㱖 䠈㧜䊯 㫙㻍㧜䈄䈄䆁 䠈䈄䄟䊯䠈㧜䊯㡀䱑 䘙㷨䤝䄟 䃕䊯䤝䄟 㫙㹔㰪 䠈㧜䊯䬁 㹔䤝䌗 㷨䬁䬁䊯䌗㷨㹔䠈䊯䆁㖖 䈄䅓䊯䤝䊯䌗 䠈㧜䊯 㻍㹔㡀 䌗䈄䈄㡀䱑 㻍䈄䤝㻍䊯㡀䤝䊯䌗䱑 “㛓㷨㖖䊯䱑 㰪㧜㖖 䌗㷨䌗 㷨䠈 䠈㹔䝊䊯 㫙䈄 䆁䈄䤝䄟㮹 㩳㡀䊯 㰪䊯 㧜䊯㹔䌗㷨䤝䄟 㫙䠈㡀㹔㷨䄟㧜䠈 䠈䈄 䠈㧜䊯 㫙䊯䠈 䤝䈄㰪㮹”
“㴂䤝㻍䆁䊯 䘙㷨䤝䄟㱖䊯䤝䄟䱑 㰪䊯’㡀䊯 䤝䈄䠈 䄟䈄㷨䤝䄟 䠈䈄 䠈㧜䊯 㫙䊯䠈 䠈䈄䌗㹔㖖䱑 䆁䊯䠈’㫙 䄟䈄 㧜䈄䬁䊯 㱖㷨㡀㫙䠈㚀”
㡀㹔㻍
㚀㱖㫙㡀䠈㷨
㧜䠈䊯
㡀䠈㩳㱖䊯
㧜䊯
䤝㷨䘙
㫙㹔㷨䌗
䆁䊯䠈
䊯䠈䄟
㧜㫙䱑䠈㷨
䤝䈄㷨䠈
㷨㖖㛓䊯
䤝㷨䤝䄟㷨㪰䄟䘙
䈄䳎
“㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㛓㷨㖖䊯䱑 㹔㡀䊯䤝’䠈 㖖䈄䝣 㫙䝣䅓䅓䈄㫙䊯䌗 䠈䈄 䄟䈄 䠈䈄 䠈㧜䊯 㫙䊯䠈 㹔䤝䌗 㱖㷨䆁䬁㮹 䨩㧜㖖 䄟䈄 㧜䈄䬁䊯㮹”
“㺸㹔䝊㷨䤝䄟 㖖䈄䝣 㧜䈄䬁䊯 䠈䈄 㡀䊯㫙䠈㚀”
㷨㡀㹔㚀㧜
㖖䊯㛓㷨
㫙㧜㷨
䝣䈄㫙䠈䆁䊯䌗
䊯䤝䝣䠈㡀䌗
㹔㱖㹔㻍㖖䊯䠈䊯䈄㱖䆁㷨䤝䠈
䳎䈄
䈄䠈
䄟䊯㹔䁒
䤝䤝㷨䘙㷨㪰䄟䄟
㧜㡀䊯
䤝䌗㹔
㷨䘙䤝
“㞈㷨㫙䠈䊯㡀 㺸䈄䤝䄟䠈䈄䤝䄟 㫙㹔㷨䌗 䩝 㰪䈄䤝’䠈 䌗㷨䊯㚀”
“㴂䤝㻍䆁䊯 䘙㷨䤝䄟㱖䊯䤝䄟䱑 䩝 㧜㹔㔹䊯 㫙䈄䬁䊯䠈㧜㷨䤝䄟 䠈䈄 㫙㹔㖖 䠈䈄 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟䱑 㻍䈄䝣䆁䌗 㖖䈄䝣 䊯㹾㻍䝣㫙䊯 䝣㫙 㱖䈄㡀 㹔 㱖䊯㰪 䬁㷨䤝䝣䠈䊯㫙㮹” 䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㫙䝣䌗䌗䊯䤝䆁㖖 㫙䅓䈄䝊䊯 㹔䄟㹔㷨䤝㚀
䄟䊯䃕䤝
䤝㹔䌗
䝣䠈䈄
䠈䨩䠈㧜䝣㷨䈄
䠈䈄䄟
䌗䤝䈄䊯䌗䌗
㹔㚀㡀㻍
㧜䠈䊯
㱖䈄
㷨䠈䱑㫙䠈㷨䤝㹔䊯㧜䈄
䘙㷨䄟䤝
㦑䤝㻍䊯 䘙㷨䤝䄟 䃕䊯䤝䄟 㧜㹔䌗 䆁䊯㱖䠈䱑 䠈㧜䊯 㻍㹔㡀 㰪㹔㫙 䆁䊯㱖䠈 㰪㷨䠈㧜 䐫䝣㫙䠈 䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㹔䤝䌗 䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟㚀
䳎䈄䬁䈄 㹔䤝䌗 㿶㷨䤝 㿶㷨䤝 㧜㹔䌗 㹔䤝 䊯㔹䊯䤝䠈 䠈䈄䌗㹔㖖 㹔䤝䌗 䆁䊯㱖䠈 䊯㹔㡀䆁㖖䱑 㫙䈄 䠈㧜䊯 㻍㹔㡀 䠈㧜㹔䠈 䝣㫙䝣㹔䆁䆁㖖 㧜㹔䌗 䬁㹔䤝㖖 䅓䊯䈄䅓䆁䊯 㰪㹔㫙 䊯㹾㻍䊯䅓䠈㷨䈄䤝㹔䆁䆁㖖 㪰䝣㷨䊯䠈 㰪㷨䠈㧜 䐫䝣㫙䠈 䠈㧜䊯 䠈㰪䈄 䈄㱖 䠈㧜䊯䬁㚀
㧜䠈䈄㡀㡀㻫”䊯
㷨䊯”㮹㛓㖖
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㻍㹔䆁䆁䊯䌗 㹔䤝㹾㷨䈄䝣㫙䆁㖖㚀
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 䆁䈄䈄䝊䊯䌗 㹔䠈 㧜䊯㡀 㰪㷨䠈㧜 䄟䊯䤝䠈䆁䊯 䊯㖖䊯㫙 㹔䤝䌗 㫙㹔㷨䌗 㰪㹔㡀䬁䆁㖖䱑 “䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟䱑 㰪㧜㹔䠈 䩝 䤝䊯䊯䌗 䠈䈄 䠈䊯䆁䆁 㖖䈄䝣 㷨㫙䱑 㖖䈄䝣㡀 㻍䝣㡀㡀䊯䤝䠈 㫙㷨䠈䝣㹔䠈㷨䈄䤝 㷨㫙䤝’䠈 㹔䤝 㷨䆁䆁䤝䊯㫙㫙䱑 䤝䈄㡀 㷨㫙 㷨䠈 㹔 䰎㷨䄟 䰎䆁䊯䊯䌗㷨䤝䄟䱑 㹔䤝䌗 㖖䈄䝣 㻍䊯㡀䠈㹔㷨䤝䆁㖖 㰪䈄䤝’䠈 䌗㷨䊯㚀”
“㚀㚀”㚀
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 䰎䆁㷨䤝䝊䊯䌗 㻍䆁䝣䊯䆁䊯㫙㫙䆁㖖㚀
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 䠈䈄䈄䝊 䈄䝣䠈 㧜㷨㫙 䅓㧜䈄䤝䊯䱑 㧜㷨㫙 䆁䈄䤝䄟 㱖㷨䤝䄟䊯㡀㫙 㫙䝊㷨䆁䆁㱖䝣䆁䆁㖖 䈄䅓䊯㡀㹔䠈㷨䤝䄟 㷨䠈䱑 䠈㧜䊯䤝 㹔㱖䠈䊯㡀 㹔 䬁䈄䬁䊯䤝䠈䱑 㧜㹔䤝䌗䊯䌗 䠈㧜䊯 䅓㧜䈄䤝䊯 㷨䤝 㱖㡀䈄䤝䠈 䈄㱖 㧜䊯㡀䱑 “䩝 䌗㷨䌗䤝’䠈 䠈䊯䆁䆁 㖖䈄䝣 㹔䆁䆁 䠈㧜㷨㫙 䰎䊯㱖䈄㡀䊯 䰎䊯㻍㹔䝣㫙䊯 㖖䈄䝣 㰪䊯㡀䊯 䠈䈄䈄 㖖䈄䝣䤝䄟 㹔䤝䌗 䌗㷨䌗䤝’䠈 䝣䤝䌗䊯㡀㫙䠈㹔䤝䌗㚀 䌭䈄㰪䱑 䠈㹔䝊䊯 㹔 䆁䈄䈄䝊 㹔䠈 䠈㧜㷨㫙 㫙䊯䄟䬁䊯䤝䠈 㹔䤝䌗 䠈㧜䊯䤝 䩝’䆁䆁 䊯㹾䅓䆁㹔㷨䤝 䠈䈄 㖖䈄䝣㚀”
㦑㧜㚀””
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㫙䆁㷨䄟㧜䠈䆁㖖 䠈㷨䆁䠈䊯䌗 㧜䊯㡀 㧜䊯㹔䌗 䠈䈄 䆁䈄䈄䝊㚀
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 䌗㷨䌗䤝’䠈 㫙䊯䊯䬁 䠈䈄 㷨䤝䠈䊯䤝䌗 䠈䈄 䄟㷨㔹䊯 㧜䊯㡀 䠈㧜䊯 䅓㧜䈄䤝䊯䝙 㧜䊯 㧜䊯䆁䌗 㷨䠈䱑 㹔䤝䌗 䰎䈄䠈㧜 䈄㱖 䠈㧜䊯䬁 䠈㷨䆁䠈䊯䌗 䠈㧜䊯㷨㡀 㧜䊯㹔䌗㫙 㫙䆁㷨䄟㧜䠈䆁㖖䱑 䠈㰪䈄 㧜䊯㹔䌗㫙 䠈䈄䝣㻍㧜㷨䤝䄟 䠈䈄䄟䊯䠈㧜䊯㡀㚀
㻍䤝㦑䊯
㷨䤝䘙
䈄䠈
䊯㻍㫙㧜䝊䊯
䊯䆁䈄㧜
㷨䤝㷨䤝䘙䄟䄟㪰
䈄䠈
䠈㰪㹔䤝
㧜㫙㷨㱖䌗㷨䊯䤝
㹔
䊯㡀㧜
䈄䤝
䠈䊯㧜
䊯㡀㧜
䠈䤝䠈䤝䊯㻍䈄
䝣䅓䱑
䠈䊯㹔㧜
䠈㷨䤝䈄㚀
㹔䤝䬁㷨䝊䄟
㷨㹔㡀㱖
䊯㹔䌗䠈䠈㡀㫙
䊯䈄㧜䱑䅓䤝
㧜䊯䠈
㡀䌗䊯㹔䤝㷨䄟
䠈䈄
㱖㷨䌗䤝
㻍䆁㰪㡀㹔
㾱䊯㹔㡀㫙 䆁㹔䠈䊯㡀䱑 㰪㧜䊯䤝䊯㔹䊯㡀 㫙㧜䊯 㡀䊯㻍㹔䆁䆁䊯䌗 䠈䈄䌗㹔㖖’㫙 䊯㔹䊯䤝䠈㫙䱑 㫙㧜䊯 㫙䠈㷨䆁䆁 㱖䊯䆁䠈 㹔㫙㧜㹔䬁䊯䌗 䰎䊯㖖䈄䤝䌗 䬁䊯㹔㫙䝣㡀䊯㚀
“㣆䈄 㖖䈄䝣 䝣䤝䌗䊯㡀㫙䠈㹔䤝䌗 䤝䈄㰪㮹”
㡀䈄㱖䬁
㷨䬁䤝㡀䈄䄟㱖
㡀䊯䌗
䊯㷨㛓㖖
㧜㷨”㫙㺸
䌗䝊䆁䊯䈄䈄
䄟㷨䠈䆁䆁㖖㧜㫙
㫙䆁䅓㷨䱑
㖖䆁㡀䝣䠈
㹔䠈
㹔㡀㻍
䈄㹔䠈䌗㖖
䱑㹔䊯㻍㱖
㹔
㱖䈄
䄟㷨㷨㱖䤝㖖䤝㷨䄟㫙
䅓”䝣㚀
‘㡀㫙䆁䄟㷨
㫙㷨㧜
䆁䄟䊯䊯䠈䤝
㹔
㰪䤝㡀䈄䌗㹔䱑㫙
㰪䠈㧜䄟䱑䈄㡀
㰪㡀䈄䄟
㷨㫙
㡀䝣㖖’䊯䈄
䠈㷨㫙䤝㹔䄟䠈㡀
䈄䠈
㫙䊯㫙䤝㹔㖖㡀䊯㻍
䳎䈄
䊯㧜䠈
䠈㧜䠈㹔
䠈㹔䊯㫙䄟
㧜㡀䊯
䤝䊯䈄㻍㡀㡀
㡀䊯㔹䊯㖖
䤝㷨
㹔䠈
“㞈䈄䱑 䌗䈄䊯㫙 䠈㧜㷨㫙 䬁䊯㹔䤝 㷨䤝 䠈㧜䊯 㱖䝣䠈䝣㡀䊯 䩝 㰪㷨䆁䆁…”
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 䄟䆁㹔䤝㻍䊯䌗 䠈䈄㰪㹔㡀䌗㫙 㧜䊯㡀 㻍㧜䊯㫙䠈䱑 䠈㧜䈄䝣䄟㧜䠈㱖䝣䆁䆁㖖 㫙㹔㖖㷨䤝䄟䱑 “㾱䈄䝣 䌗䈄䤝’䠈 䤝䊯䊯䌗 䠈䈄 㻍㧜㹔䤝䄟䊯 㖖䈄䝣㡀 䰎㡀㹔 䐫䝣㫙䠈 㖖䊯䠈㚀”
䝊䈄䤝㰪
䈄㡀㧜㻫䠈㡀”䊯
䈄䄟㷨䤝䄟
䝊㹔”㮹㫙
䌗㷨䌗
㖖䈄䝣
㹔㰪㫙
㷨㖖㛓䱑䊯
䩝
䈄㧜㰪
䠈䈄
㰪㧜䠈㹔
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㰪㷨䌗䊯䤝䊯䌗 㧜䊯㡀 䊯㖖䊯㫙 㷨䤝 㫙䝣㡀䅓㡀㷨㫙䊯㚀
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㻍㧜䝣㻍䝊䆁䊯䌗 㷨䤝䌗䝣䆁䄟䊯䤝䠈䆁㖖䱑 “䩝㱖 䩝 䌗㷨䌗䤝’䠈 䝊䤝䈄㰪 㰪㧜㹔䠈 㖖䈄䝣 㰪䊯㡀䊯 䠈㧜㷨䤝䝊㷨䤝䄟䱑 㧜䈄㰪 㻍䈄䝣䆁䌗 䩝 䰎䊯 㖖䈄䝣㡀 㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㛓㷨㖖䊯㚀”
㛓㚀㖖㷨”䊯
㡀䠈㻫㡀”㧜䈄䊯
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㻍㹔䆁䆁䊯䌗 㰪㷨䠈㧜 㹔 㱖䆁䝣㫙㧜䊯䌗 㱖㹔㻍䊯㚀
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯’㫙 㫙䬁㷨䆁䊯 䌗䊯䊯䅓䊯䤝䊯䌗䱑 “㣆䈄䊯㫙 㖖䈄䝣㡀 㫙䠈䈄䬁㹔㻍㧜 㫙䠈㷨䆁䆁 㹔㻍㧜䊯 䤝䈄㰪㮹”
䠈㰪㹔䤝
䳎䈄
䊯㡀㧜㡀㻫䠈䈄
䌗㹔㖖䆁䊯
䱑”䈄䌭
㛓㖖䊯㷨
䘙㷨䤝䄟䄟㪰㷨䤝
䌗㷨䠈䌗䤝’
䩝
㻍㰪㧜䠈㹔
䈄䠈
䈄䠈
䊯㖖㫙㛓㷨’
䤝㷨䘙
䤝㱖㚀㷨䆁䄟䬁㷨
㹔㰪䠈䤝
㹔㻍䠈㚀”
㳫㔹䊯䤝 䠈㧜䈄䝣䄟㧜 㧜䊯㡀 㫙䠈䈄䬁㹔㻍㧜 㫙䠈㷨䆁䆁 㱖䊯䆁䠈 㹔 䰎㷨䠈 䝣䤝㻍䈄䬁㱖䈄㡀䠈㹔䰎䆁䊯䱑 㫙㧜䊯 㻍䈄䝣䆁䌗 䊯䤝䌗䝣㡀䊯 㷨䠈㚀
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 䤝䈄䌗䌗䊯䌗䱑 “㦑䝊㹔㖖䱑 㫙㷨䤝㻍䊯 㖖䈄䝣㡀 㫙䠈䈄䬁㹔㻍㧜 䌗䈄䊯㫙䤝’䠈 㹔㻍㧜䊯䱑 䠈㧜䊯䤝 㻍䈄䬁䊯 㰪㷨䠈㧜 䬁䊯 䠈䈄 䠈㧜䊯 㫙䊯䠈䱑 㷨䠈 㰪䈄䤝’䠈 䠈㹔䝊䊯 䠈䈄䈄 䆁䈄䤝䄟䱑 㹔㱖䠈䊯㡀 䠈㧜㹔䠈 㫙㻍䊯䤝䊯䱑 㰪䊯’䆁䆁 䄟䈄 㧜䈄䬁䊯㚀”
䠈㧜䊯
䠈㹔
㧜䊯㡀
䈄䠈
㷨䤝㷨㪰䄟䘙䤝䄟
䤝䈄䠈
㹔㡀䌗䊯㷨㔹㡀
䤝䘙㷨
㹔
䈄䠈
䠈䱑䊯㫙
䠈䊯㖖㧜
䤝㖖䤝㹔䠈㷨㧜䄟
䝣䅓㻍
䊯㹔㫙䌗䝊
㱖䈄
䝊䊯䬁㹔
㰪䠈䊯㡀㹔
䈄㡀䤝㰪䰎
㡀㷨䝊䌗䤝
䈄㻍䆁䌗㚀
䠈㧜䊯
㡀㱖㫙䠈㷨
䌗䌗㡀䊯䊯䬁㷨䤝
㹔䝣㫙㡀䄟
㧜䨩䤝䊯
䊯㷨㛓㖖
䠈㱖㹔㱖㫙
䤝㹔䌗
䳎䈄
㺸㧜䊯䤝 㧜䊯 㰪䊯䤝䠈 䠈䈄 㱖㷨䆁䬁㚀
“㞈㷨㫙䠈䊯㡀 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟㚀”
䤝㷨䘙
㻍㹔䬁䊯
㷨䤝䠈䊯䤝䠈䆁㖖
㹔
㻍㔹䈄㷨䊯
䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟
䤝㧜㰪䊯
㧜䌗䊯䤝䰎㷨㚀
㫙䌗㹔㷨䊯䱑
䠈㹔㫙
䈄䳎
䤝㰪㷨㧜㹔䄟䠈㻍
䊯㡀䆁㧜䝣㻍䊯㱖
䈄㱖㡀䬁
䤝䊯䌗䌗䝣䆁㫙㖖
㖖㷨䊯㛓
䬁㷨㱖䆁
㞈㧜䊯 䠈䝣㡀䤝䊯䌗 䠈䈄 䆁䈄䈄䝊 㹔䤝䌗 㷨䠈 㰪㹔㫙 㛓㧜㹔䤝䄟 䳎㷨䤝䄟㧜䝣㷨㚀
䩝䤝 㧜㷨㫙 㧜㹔䤝䌗䱑 㫙䝣㡀䅓㡀㷨㫙㷨䤝䄟䆁㖖䱑 㰪㹔㫙 㤽ä㹔䄟䊯䤝䉍㣆㹔䁒㫙㚀
䌗䈄䊯㷨㱖䈄䱑
㹔䆁䆁
䆁䆁䊯㹔㡀䝣㚀
㱖䈄䌗䈄
㖖㹔䤝
䆁䌗㧜䊯
㷨㝶䝊䊯
䤝䊯㫙䊯㫙䌗䆁
㳫㫙䅓䊯㻍㷨㹔䆁䆁㖖 㷨䤝 䠈㧜㷨㫙 㧜䈄䠈 㫙䊯㹔㫙䈄䤝䱑 䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㻍䈄䝣䆁䌗䤝’䠈 㧜䊯䆁䅓 䰎䝣䠈 㫙㰪㹔䆁䆁䈄㰪 㹔 䬁䈄䝣䠈㧜㱖䝣䆁 䈄㱖 㫙㹔䆁㷨㔹㹔䱑 “㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㝶㷨䠈䠈䆁䊯 㤽䝣㷨䱑 㰪㧜㖖 㹔㡀䊯 㖖䈄䝣 㧜䊯㡀䊯㮹”
“䩝 㹔䆁㫙䈄 㧜㹔㔹䊯 㹔 㫙㻍䊯䤝䊯 䠈䈄䌗㹔㖖䱑 㫙䈄 䩝 㡀䝣㫙㧜䊯䌗 䈄㔹䊯㡀㚀 㴸䤝䈄㰪㷨䤝䄟 㖖䈄䝣’䌗 䰎䊯 㧜䊯㡀䊯 㰪㷨䠈㧜 㛓㷨㖖䊯䱑 䩝 䰎㡀䈄䝣䄟㧜䠈 㖖䈄䝣 㫙䈄䬁䊯 䠈㡀䊯㹔䠈㫙㚀”
㡀㧜䊯
㫙䊯㷨䬁䆁㚀
䄟䰎㡀㷨䠈㧜
㷨䠈㧜㰪
㛓㧜㹔䄟䤝
䤝㧜䳎䄟㷨䝣㷨
㧜䠈䊯
㫙㹔䊯䤝䁒䉍ä㣆㤽㹔䄟
䊯㹔㧜䌗䌗䤝
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟’㫙 䊯㖖䊯㫙 㱖䆁㷨㻍䝊䊯㡀䊯䌗 㰪㷨䠈㧜 㧜䊯㫙㷨䠈㹔䠈㷨䈄䤝䱑 㹔䤝䌗 㫙㧜䊯 䄟䆁㹔䤝㻍䊯䌗 䈄䤝㻍䊯 䬁䈄㡀䊯 㹔䠈 䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㷨䤝 䠈㧜䊯 䌗㷨㫙䠈㹔䤝㻍䊯䱑 㰪㧜䈄 㰪㹔㫙 㱖䈄㻍䝣㫙䊯䌗 䈄䤝 㹔㻍䠈㷨䤝䄟 㹔䤝䌗 䤝䈄䠈 䆁䈄䈄䝊㷨䤝䄟 㧜䊯㡀 㰪㹔㖖㚀
“㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㝶㷨䠈䠈䆁䊯 㤽䝣㷨䱑 㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㰪䈄䤝’䠈 䆁䊯䠈 䬁䊯 䊯㹔䠈㚀㚀㚀”
䈄㡀
㷨䘙䤝
䠈䈄
䱑䊯䤝䆁㖖䆁䤝㹔㷨㡀䠈
䊯㚀䠈㹔
䠈䈄
䠈䤝䈄
䆁䊯䌗㫙䠈䊯㡀㰪
䘙䤝㷨㪰㷨䤝䄟䄟
䊯㹔䠈
“䩝䤝 䠈㧜㷨㫙 㧜䊯㹔䠈䱑 㧜䈄㰪 㻍䈄䝣䆁䌗 㛓㷨㖖䊯 䤝䈄䠈 䆁䊯䠈 㖖䈄䝣 䊯㹔䠈㮹 㤽䊯’㫙 䅓㡀䈄䰎㹔䰎䆁㖖 㰪䈄㡀㡀㷨䊯䌗 㖖䈄䝣’䆁䆁 䊯㹔䠈 䠈䈄䈄 䬁䝣㻍㧜 㻍䈄䆁䌗 㫙䠈䝣㱖㱖 㹔䤝䌗 㧜㹔㔹䊯 㹔 㫙䠈䈄䬁㹔㻍㧜 㹔㻍㧜䊯㚀 㤽䈄㰪 㹔䰎䈄䝣䠈 㖖䈄䝣 䐫䝣㫙䠈 䊯㹔䠈 㹔 䆁㷨䠈䠈䆁䊯 䰎㷨䠈㮹”
㛓㧜㹔䤝䄟 䳎㷨䤝䄟㧜䝣㷨 㰪㹔㫙䤝’䠈 㹔㰪㹔㡀䊯 䈄㱖 䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟’㫙 㻍䝣㡀㡀䊯䤝䠈 㫙㷨䠈䝣㹔䠈㷨䈄䤝㚀
㡀㱖䈄
“㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜㡀䊯
㧜㡀䊯䊯䌗㻍㹔
䌗䤝’䠈䈄
㷨䌗㫙㹔䱑
㹔䤝䄟㛓㧜
䤝䆁㹔㔹䊯䄟㷨
㹔䝊䊯䠈
㡀㻫㧜䈄䠈䊯㡀
䤝㺸䈄㡀䱑
䆁䠈䆁䊯
㷨䊯䠈䆁㝶䠈
䊯㧜㡀䱑
䬁䌗䊯㷨䬁㹔㷨䊯㖖䆁䠈
䠈䈄
㖖䊯㹔䆁䆁䊯䤝㔹䠈䝣
㧜䠈䊯
㹔㰪㫙
㤽䱑䝣㷨
䈄䠈䌗㫙䈄
䬁’䩝
䤝㷨䈄䠈㷨䄟䤝㻍
㹔
䠈䊯䠈㹔㧜㫙䊯䌗㷨
㰪䤝㷨䄟䠈㧜㹔㻍
䘙㷨䤝
㹔䤝䌗
䩝
䈄䝣䠈
㷨䘙㷨䤝䄟䄟䤝㪰
䱑䰎㷨䠈
㹔䊯䠈
䝣䠈䰎
䈄䱑䊯㱖䊯㡀㱖䌗
䤝䄟㷨㷨䝣㧜䳎
䈄䤝
㤽ä㹔㣆㹔䄟䊯䤝䉍㫙䁒
㫙㧜䊯
䊯䈄䤝
㣆䉍㤽㚀䁒㫙䊯䄟㹔䤝ä”㹔
㛓䊯㖖㷨
䠈䝣䰎
䝣䅓
㩳㱖䠈䊯㡀 㫙㹔㖖㷨䤝䄟 䠈㧜㷨㫙䱑 㫙㧜䊯 㫙㻍㹔䬁䅓䊯㡀䊯䌗 㹔㰪㹔㖖㚀
㛓㧜㹔䤝䄟 䳎㷨䤝䄟㧜䝣㷨 㰪㹔䠈㻍㧜䊯䌗 㧜䊯㡀 䊯㫙㻍㹔䅓㷨䤝䄟 䰎㹔㻍䝊 㹔䤝䌗 㻍㧜䝣㻍䝊䆁䊯䌗䱑 㫙㧜㹔䝊㷨䤝䄟 㧜㷨㫙 㧜䊯㹔䌗㚀
㡀䠈㫙’㡀䌗䊯㻍㷨䈄
䈄䰎㡀䊯㱖䊯
䤝㹔䄟㛓㧜
㧜䌗䤝㹔䊯䌗
䌗䤝㹔
㻍䄟䆁䌗㹔䤝䊯
䠈㻍䝣”䱑
䠈㧜䊯
㧜䠈䊯
䆁䆁㹔㻍
䠈㧜䨩㷨
䊯㷨㖖㛓
䌗㷨䠈㡀䊯䤝䈄㚀㻍㷨
㫙䠈㹔㱖㱖䱑
䊯㧜䠈
䠈䈄䈄䝊
䊯䠈㹔㰪㡀
䈄㱖
䳎䈄
㫙㹔䌗㰪䈄䠈㡀
㷨㡀㷨䌗䝊䱑䤝䤝䄟
䰎㖖
䤝㷨’㷨㫙㧜䝣䳎䄟
䨩㧜䊯䤝 㧜䊯 㫙㹔㰪 㛓㧜㹔䤝䄟 䳎㷨䤝䄟㧜䝣㷨 㫙䠈㹔䤝䌗㷨䤝䄟 㰪㧜䊯㡀䊯 䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㧜㹔䌗 㫙㹔䠈 䊯㹔㡀䆁㷨䊯㡀䱑 䰎䝣䠈 䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㰪㹔㫙 䤝䈄㰪㧜䊯㡀䊯 䠈䈄 䰎䊯 㫙䊯䊯䤝䱑 㧜㷨㫙 䊯㖖䊯㫙 䤝㹔㡀㡀䈄㰪䊯䌗 㫙䆁㷨䄟㧜䠈䆁㖖㚀
㩳㱖䠈䊯㡀 䌗㡀㷨䤝䝊㷨䤝䄟 䠈㧜䊯 㰪㹔䠈䊯㡀䱑 䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㫙䠈䊯䅓䅓䊯䌗 䈄㔹䊯㡀 㷨䤝 㱖㡀䈄䤝䠈 䈄㱖 㛓㧜㹔䤝䄟 䳎㷨䤝䄟㧜䝣㷨䱑 “㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㝶㷨䠈䠈䆁䊯 㤽䝣㷨䱑 㰪㧜䊯㡀䊯 䌗㷨䌗 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 䄟䈄㮹”
䅓䊯䠈㫙㷨䅓䄟䤝
䊯”䬁㫙㚀㡀㡀䠈䈄䈄
㫙㹔
㷨㷨㧜䳎䤝䄟䝣
㧜䊯
䈄䠈
䊯㹔㡀䰎䤝㖖
䊯䊯㹔䤝䌗㫙㡀㰪
㹔
䠈㧜䊯
㰪䠈㧜㷨
㹔㹔㰪㖖
㹔䌗䤝
㧜㷨䬁
䅓䰎䰎㡀䆁㖖㹔䈄
䄟㹔㛓㧜䤝
䤝䊯䠈㰪
㹔
䳎䈄
‘䊯㧜㫙㫙
䝊䈄䅓㫙䊯
䌗㹔㫙㷨
䱑㷨䬁䆁㫙䊯
㷨䰎䱑䠈
㱖䈄㡀
㹔
䄟䊯㹔䤝㧜㻍
㖖㛓䊯㷨
䈄䠈
䤝䄟㷨㷨㪰䘙䤝”䄟
䈄䠈
㷨䆁㖖䰎㱖㡀䊯
䆁㹔䊯䌗㻍䆁
㧜㻍䠈㫙䊯䆁䈄䱑
㚀㱖䊯䆁䠈
㫙䠈㱖㹔䊯㡀㱖
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯 㻍㧜㹔䤝䄟䊯䌗 㻍䆁䈄䠈㧜䊯㫙 㹔䤝䌗 㡀䊯䬁䈄㔹䊯䌗 䬁㹔䝊䊯䝣䅓㚀
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㻍㹔䬁䊯 䰎䊯㱖䈄㡀䊯 㧜㷨䬁䱑 䆁䈄䈄䝊㷨䤝䄟 㹔䠈 㧜㷨䬁 㰪㷨䠈㧜 㹔 㫙䬁㷨䆁㷨䤝䄟 㱖㹔㻍䊯䱑 “㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㛓㷨㖖䊯䱑 㧜䈄㰪 㻍䈄䬁䊯 㖖䈄䝣 㱖㷨䤝㷨㫙㧜䊯䌗 㱖㷨䆁䬁㷨䤝䄟 㫙䈄 㪰䝣㷨㻍䝊䆁㖖㮹”
䝣䠈䐫㫙
㷨㖖䊯㛓
䝣㖖䈄
䁒䊯㹔䄟
䊯㧜䨩䊯㡀”
䱑䅓䝣
䈄䳎
㫙㹔
䅓䈄䤝㷨㡀䰎䄟
䤝”㰪㮹䈄
㹔䠈
㷨䌗䌗
㧜䊯
䠈㫙䈄䌗䈄
䌗㡀䠈㫙䊯㹔
䊯㧜䱑㡀
㷨㧜㫙
䈄䄟
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟’㫙 䊯㖖䊯㫙 㱖䆁㷨㻍䝊䊯㡀䊯䌗䱑 㧜䊯㡀 㫙䬁㷨䆁䊯 㷨䤝㔹䈄䆁䝣䤝䠈㹔㡀㷨䆁㖖 䠈㷨䤝䠈䊯䌗 㰪㷨䠈㧜 㹔 㧜㷨䤝䠈 䈄㱖 䄟䝣㷨䆁䠈䱑 䠈㧜䈄䝣䄟㧜 㫙㧜䊯 䰎䊯䆁㷨䊯㔹䊯䌗 㫙㧜䊯 㰪㹔㫙 㱖䆁㹔㰪䆁䊯㫙㫙䱑 “䩝 㰪㹔㫙䤝’䠈 㱖䊯䊯䆁㷨䤝䄟 㰪䊯䆁䆁 䐫䝣㫙䠈 䤝䈄㰪㚀”
“㩳㡀䊯 㖖䈄䝣 㱖䊯䊯䆁㷨䤝䄟 䰎䊯䠈䠈䊯㡀 䤝䈄㰪㮹”
䠈䄟䝣㷨䆁
䈄䈄䆁㡀䊯㔹䝊䈄
㛓㷨㖖䊯
䌗㷨䌗䤝䠈’
㡀䊯㧜
㱖䈄
䳎䈄
㖖㫙䊯䊯㚀
㧜䠈䊯
㷨䤝
㱖䆁㧜㫙㹔
䳎䈄㔹㷨䤝䄟 㹔 㫙䠈䊯䅓 㻍䆁䈄㫙䊯㡀䱑 㧜㷨㫙 䆁䈄䤝䄟 㧜㹔䤝䌗 㡀䊯㹔㻍㧜䊯䌗 䠈䈄 㧜䊯㡀 㱖㹔㻍䊯䱑 䠈䝣㻍䝊㷨䤝䄟 㹔 㫙䠈㡀㹔䤝䌗 䈄㱖 㧜㹔㷨㡀 䰎䊯㧜㷨䤝䌗 㧜䊯㡀 䊯㹔㡀 㹔㫙 㧜䊯 㧜䊯㹔㡀䌗 㧜䊯㡀 㫙㹔㖖䱑 “䩝’䬁 䬁䝣㻍㧜 䰎䊯䠈䠈䊯㡀 䤝䈄㰪㚀”
㻫䊯㷨䤝䄟 㫙䈄 㻍䆁䈄㫙䊯䱑 㧜䊯㡀 㰪䈄㡀䌗㫙 㻍㹔㡀㡀㷨䊯䌗 㹔 㫙䆁㷨䄟㧜䠈 䝣䤝㱖㹔䬁㷨䆁㷨㹔㡀 㫙㻍䊯䤝䠈 㷨䤝 㧜䊯㡀 䰎㡀䊯㹔䠈㧜㚀
䌗㡀䊯䬁䈄䊯䤝㹔
䊯㹔䠈
䊯㷨㫙䝣㚀䈄㫙㡀
䌗䊯䝣䌗䆁㫙㖖䤝
㰪䈄䤝㮹”
䨩㹔㧜”䠈
䈄䝣㖖
䳎䈄
䆁㹔䤝㷨䄟㷨䆁㖖㡀䈄
㷨㫙㧜
㫙㧜䠈㷨䆁㖖䄟䆁
䝣䠈䐫㫙
䝣㡀䌗䊯䠈䤝
䆁䄟䠈䊯䊯䤝
䌗㷨䌗
䊯㡀䠈䤝㫙䱑
㫙䊯䊯㖖
䊯㖖㫙’㛓㷨
䘙㷨䤝 䘙㷨䤝䄟㪰㷨䤝䄟 㱖㡀䈄䁒䊯㚀
䩝䤝㔹䈄䆁䝣䤝䠈㹔㡀㷨䆁㖖 㰪㷨䌗䊯䤝㷨䤝䄟 㧜䊯㡀 䊯㖖䊯㫙䱑 㫙㧜䊯 䆁䈄䈄䝊䊯䌗 㹔䠈 㧜㷨䬁䱑 “㻫㡀䈄䠈㧜䊯㡀 㛓㷨㖖䊯䱑 䩝 䌗㷨䌗䤝’䠈 䊯㹔䠈 㹔䤝㖖䠈㧜㷨䤝䄟㚀”
㫙䠈䊯䅓䌗䅓䊯
㩳㫙
䬁䈄䠈䝣㧜
䊯㻍㔹䈄㡀
䠈䈄
㫙䝊䱑䅓䈄䊯
㧜㫙䊯
㚀䝊㹔䰎㻍
䊯㡀㧜
㡀㷨㹔㫙䊯䌗
䊯㧜㫙
䊯㡀㧜
䤝㹔䌗
㧜䌗㹔䤝
㞈㧜䊯 㧜㹔䌗 㡀㷨䤝㫙䊯䌗 㧜䊯㡀 䬁䈄䝣䠈㧜 㰪㷨䠈㧜 㰪㹔䠈䊯㡀 䊯㹔㡀䆁㷨䊯㡀䱑 㧜䈄㰪 㻍䈄䝣䆁䌗 䠈㧜䊯㡀䊯 㫙䠈㷨䆁䆁 䰎䊯 䠈㧜䊯 䠈㹔㫙䠈䊯 䈄㱖 㤽ä㹔䄟䊯䤝䉍㣆㹔䁒㫙㮹
䳎䈄 㛓㷨㖖䊯’㫙 䄟㹔䁒䊯 㫙䠈㹔㖖䊯䌗 㻍䈄䈄䆁䆁㖖 䈄䤝 㧜䊯㡀 㹔㫙 㫙㧜䊯 㫙䠈䊯䅓䅓䊯䌗 䰎㹔㻍䝊䱑 䅓㡀䊯䠈䊯䤝䌗㷨䤝䄟 㷨䤝䤝䈄㻍䊯䤝㻍䊯 㹔䤝䌗 㻍䈄䤝㱖䝣㫙㷨䈄䤝䱑 “䨩㹔㫙 㷨䠈 䰎䈄䝣䄟㧜䠈 䰎㖖 㛓㧜㹔䤝䄟 䳎㷨䤝䄟㧜䝣㷨㮹”
㧜䊯㡀㰪䊯
㱖䬁㡀䈄
㳫䱑㹔䊯㡀㷨㡀䆁
䠈㷨
䄟䝣䤝㧜㷨䳎㷨
㰪㹔㫙
㫙䊯㚀䊯㚀䆁
䤝䰎䊯䊯
㫙㧜䊯
䤝㖖䊯䤝䈄㹔
䈄䈄䠈䌗㫙
㰪㧜䆁䊯㷨
䤝㷨
䠈㹔㫙
䅓㡀㩳䠈㹔
㛓䤝㹔㧜䄟
䤝㛓䄟㹔㧜
䤝䝣䄟㷨䱑㷨㧜䳎
䈄䊯㰪㡀䊯䤝㧜
㧜㚀㷨䄟㫙䠈
㔹㹔䊯㧜
䌗䆁䝣䈄㻍’䠈䤝
㫙䊯㧜
㧜㹔䌗