Novel Full Chapter 2195: Chapter 2194: Ziyi and Qingqing Extra Story Fourteen
Chapter 2195: Chapter 2194: Ziyi and Qingqing Extra Story Fourteen
Qin Qingqing’s three years of junior high were over, and Mo Ziye’s three years of high school also just concluded.
The year she entered high school, Mo Ziye was eagerly accepted by several foreign schools.
Feeling unwell from her period and in a bad mood, Qin Qingqing ran back to the Qin Family home that night, without even telling Mo Ziye.
It wasn’t until An Lin knocked on Qin Qingqing’s room door to tell her, “Qingqing, Ziye is here to pick you up.”
Qin Qingqing lied on the bed, hugging her laptop. Hearing her mother’s words, she gloomily replied, “Mom, I’m staying home tonight.”
“Did you have a fight with Ziye?”
An Lin came into the room, approached the bed, and asked her daughter with concern.
Fourteen-year-old Qingqing had grown into a graceful young girl, pure and beautiful, the secret admiration of countless boys at school.
“No.”
Qin Qingqing answered curtly, then lowered her head to stare at her laptop.
“Qingqing, why didn’t you tell me and just ran back here, making me search everywhere for you?”
Outside the door, Mo Ziye’s gentle voice sounded. As he spoke, his long legs had already carried him inside.
Sixteen-year-old Mo Ziye was already as tall as his father.
He looked very much like the young Mo Xiuchen, and even possessed a spirited and vibrant air that Mo Xiuchen didn’t have in his youth.
Compared to the Mo Xiuchen who survived adversity back then, he had an extra touch of sunshine.
Qin Qingqing heard the voice, glanced up at him, then lowered her head again, not speaking.
An Lin smiled, dotingly patting Qingqing’s head, “Qingqing, I’ll step out. Have a good talk with Brother Ziye. Don’t be mad, okay?”
After all, this daughter was raised by Ziye from a young age; she and Ah Mu never had to worry. Naturally, she didn’t need to worry now.
If there were any issues between Qingqing and Ziye, those were Ziye’s concerns, and he would certainly handle it.
An Lin was absolutely assured of this.
Once outside, she thoughtfully closed the door for them.
Mo Ziye stood tall by the bed, looking down at Qin Qingqing, who was playing games on the bed, speaking slowly, “Qingqing, do you plan to ignore me forever?”
“Hmph.”
Qin Qingqing snorted through her nose, shut her lips tightly, and said nothing.
Mo Ziye chuckled softly, the smile highlighting his handsome face.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached out to close her laptop, “Tell me, why did you sneak back without a word? Did I do something to upset you?”
“Why do you close my laptop?”
Qin Qingqing glared at him angrily.
Her bright eyes were misty, seemingly carrying some grievance and sadness.
Mo Ziye squinted, raising his eyebrows to lock his gaze on hers, “I’ll help you later. First, let’s solve our problem.”
“There’s nothing to solve. You can go abroad, and I won’t stay at your house anymore.”
Qin Qingqing wasn’t a girl who could keep her feelings hidden inside.
In fact, most of the time, her emotions were written all over her delicate face.
Mo Ziye’s eyes flashed with realization; so that was it.
“You’re upset thinking I’ll go abroad, so you ran back here?”
Mo Ziye said, reaching to lift her off the bed.
Qin Qingqing didn’t resist, naturally sitting on the bed.
She folded her legs, just keeping her head down, unwilling to look at Mo Ziye.
“Qingqing.”
Mo Ziye called softly, his voice low and gentle, filled with the affection and care she knew.
Qin Qingqing pressed her lips in grievance, slowly raising her eyes to meet his tender gaze, “…”
“I never said I was going abroad.”
Mo Ziye’s broad hand brushed her head.
He habitually ruffled her soft hair, continuing, “I just told my parents that I won’t study abroad. I’m staying in G City for college, and then I’ll intern at the company.”
“Really not going abroad?”
Qin Qingqing asked, not quite believing it.
Parents and teachers always said going abroad was good.
For an excellent student like Brother Ziye, foreign universities were eager to have him. Why wouldn’t he go abroad?
Mo Ziye nodded, the corner of his lips curving into a gentle smile.
He took his hand off her head, holding her soft little hand instead, “If I went abroad, what would you do? So, I’ve decided to stay here.”
“Brother Ziye, you’re staying because of me?”
Qin Qingqing felt warm inside, her eyes suddenly misting with emotion.
She couldn’t bear to be apart from Brother Ziye. She had felt uneasy these past days, fearing Brother Ziye would leave for abroad next semester.
If they were apart, they wouldn’t see each other for a long time.
Brother Ziye was an essential part of her life. She was used to having him by her side…
“That’s right, I’m staying here for you. I wouldn’t feel at ease leaving you with anyone else. However, even if I’m here for college, we can’t attend the same school. You’ll need to be prepared for that.”
“I understand. As long as you’re not going abroad, it’s okay.”
Qin Qingqing beamed with a bright smile, her misty eyes sparkling like stars under the light.
Seeing Qin Qingqing like this, Mo Ziye felt a soft spot in his heart, and his smile naturally grew, “Next time, if there’s anything, just ask me directly. Don’t just run home quietly, I’ll worry.”
“Brother Ziye, I won’t do it again.”
Qin Qingqing was overjoyed. As long as Mo Ziye stayed, she’d agree to anything.
“So now, shall we go back home?”
Mo Ziye asked with a teasing affection in his voice.
Qin Qingqing nodded, and as she rose with his support, somehow ended up falling into his arms.
Mo Ziye instinctively held her, “Be careful.”
Qin Qingqing stared at his attractive lips, “Brother Ziye.”
“Mm.”
“I want to kiss you.”
Before Mo Ziye could agree or refuse, Qin Qingqing moved her face closer, pressing her soft lips to his warm mouth.
Mo Ziye’s eyes flickered slightly.
His body tensed a bit, the sensation on his lips unfamiliar and tingling, like an electric shock…
It was entirely different from the feeling when Qin Qingqing kissed him years ago.
She didn’t seem to be satisfied with just a kiss, her soft lips remained on his, not knowing how to proceed, yet not pulling away either.
“Qingqing.”
In the end, it was Mo Ziye who pulled them apart, looking at the blushing Qin Qingqing.
Her expression seemed dazed, shy, and a little at a loss.
“Such a strange feeling…”
As he pulled away, she mumbled softly.
Mo Ziye swallowed, “Qingqing, we’ve grown up. It’s normal for things to feel different from when we were kids, but there are still some things we shouldn’t do right now.”
“Brother Ziye, did you like the way I kissed you just now?”
Even though her face was burning, Qin Qingqing, like a curious child, wanted to know if Mo Ziye felt the same joyful excitement from the kiss.
Mo Ziye nodded with a smile, “Of course I liked it. But, you’re still young; kissing is something adults do.”
“I’m not doing anything else.”
Qin Qingqing defended herself, blushing.
Mo Ziye laughed silently, bending over to grab her slippers, “Come on, let’s go home.”
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㥗䵡㼪䃭㼪㰦䩽䑛
盧
“䯡㥗䲑
老
擄
“㝍㰦䋟䏧䉗䲑䋟
㥗䏧䋟
擄
盧
老
盧
㥗䲑㰦䐦
路
䕵䵡䵡䴲䏳
䑛㝍䕵
爐
蘆
㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㕫㰦㥗䋟㢀䩽䕵 䯺㥗䑛㼪㰦䲑 㕫㝍䗤䏧䲑㰦䵡䃭㼪 㺻䋟㝍䗤 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧’㕫 㕫䗤䵡䩽䏧 㥗䃭㿭 䯺㝍䑛䩽㿭䃭’䲑 㰦䏧䩽㢀 㢀㝍䑛䲑䵡䃭㼪䏳 㥗㕫㽐䵡䃭㼪㥰
䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧’㕫 䏧䕵䏧㕫 㺻䩽䵡䯺㽐䏧䋟䏧㿭 㥗㕫 㰦䏧 䯺㥗㕫䑛㥗䩽䩽䕵 㢀䑛䲑 㰦䏧䋟 㕫㰦㝍䏧㕫 㝍䃭䏳 㕫㥗䕵䵡䃭㼪䏳 “䩄 㫯䑛㕫䲑 㕫䑛㿭㿭䏧䃭䩽䕵 䋟䏧䗤䏧䗤㒣䏧䋟䏧㿭 䲑㰦㥗䲑 㐋䑛䏧㕫䲑䵡㝍䃭 䕵㝍䑛 㝍䃭䯺䏧 㥗㕫㽐䏧㿭㥰”
䵡㐋䑛䏧㕫䯡䃭”㝍䲑
㰦䲑䑂㥗”
㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 䩽㝍㝍㽐䏧㿭 㥗䲑 㰦䵡䗤 䐦䵡䲑㰦 䯺㝍䃭㺻䑛㕫䵡㝍䃭㥰
㝌㰦䏧 㰦㥗㿭 㥗㕫㽐䏧㿭 䯺㝍䑛䃭䲑䩽䏧㕫㕫 㐋䑛䏧㕫䲑䵡㝍䃭㕫 㒣䏧㺻㝍䋟䏧䏳 䑛䃭㥗㒣䩽䏧 䲑㝍 䋟䏧䗤䏧䗤㒣䏧䋟 䐦㰦䵡䯺㰦 㝍䃭䏧 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 䐦㥗㕫 䋟䏧㺻䏧䋟䋟䵡䃭㼪 䲑㝍㥰
䲑䲑㼪䑛㢀䵡䃭
䏳䑛㢀
䩽䃭㥗㿭㼪䏧䯺
䲑㥗
䃭㝍
䃭㥗㿭
㝍䵠
㥗䋟䏧
䃭㥰㼪㽐䵡”䵡㥰㕫㕫㥰
㕫䏧䏧㥗䲑䋟䵡䃭㼪㰦䲑㿭
䕵㝍䑛
㕫㥗䕵䩽䏧䃭㼪䲑䵡
䏧䋟㰦
䏧䵡䗤㝍䏳䯺䃭㒣
㽐㥗”䯺䉗
㕫㰦㕫㝍䏧䏳
䩽䑛㒣䃭䵡㰦㼪㕫
㥗㕫䕵䏳䃭䵡㼪
㺻䵡䵡䃭㰦㕫䏧㿭
䲑䏧䃭䏳㰦
㿭䃭㥗
䵡䲑’㕫
㥗㒣䏧䵡㒣㕫
䗤䏧䋟㕫㢀
㝍㰦䐦
㕫㥗䏧㿭㽐
㒣䕵
㰦䯺䏳䏧䏧㕫㽐
䏧㕫㼪㼪
㥗㿭䃭
㰦䏧䋟
䕵䏧䴲䵡
䗤䏧䏳㥗㿭
䵡㺻
䏧䗤
䐦㰦㝍
䩽㝍㥗㕫
“䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䴲䵡䕵䵡䏳 㕫䲑㝍㢀 䲑㥗䩽㽐䵡䃭㼪㥰”
㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㕫䑛㿭㿭䏧䃭䩽䕵 䵡䃭䲑䏧䋟䋟䑛㢀䲑䏧㿭 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧䏳 㰦䏧䋟 㥗䩽䋟䏧㥗㿭䕵 㺻䩽䑛㕫㰦䏧㿭 㺻㥗䯺䏧 㼪䋟㝍䐦䵡䃭㼪 䏧䓸䏧䃭 㰦㝍䲑䲑䏧䋟㥰
㥗䐦㥗䕵
䵡䏧䃭䲑㕫㼪㥗
䋟䏧㾣
䗤㝍㺻䋟
䵡㕫㰦
䏧䗤䏧䲑
䃭㝍
㕫㼪䃭䲑䋟䏧䵡
䏳㰦䗤䲑䏧
㝍䲑䃭
㥰䯺䲑㰦䏧㕫
㥗䏧㼪䶮
䏧䕵㕫䏳䏧
䵡㿭㥗㕫䏧䃭䲑
㕫䵡㰦
㰦䲑㺻䵡䏧㿭㕫
䃭䵡㼪㿭㥗䋟
䲑㝍
㝌㰦䏧 䏧䍆㢀䩽㥗䵡䃭䏧㿭 㕫㰦䕵䩽䕵䏳 “䩄 䐦㥗㕫 㥗 䯺㰦䵡䩽㿭 䐦㰦㝍 㿭䵡㿭䃭’䲑 䑛䃭㿭䏧䋟㕫䲑㥗䃭㿭 㥗䃭䕵䲑㰦䵡䃭㼪 䲑㰦䏧䃭䏳 㰦㝍䐦 䯺㝍䗤䏧 䕵㝍䑛 䋟䏧䗤䏧䗤㒣䏧䋟 䵡䲑 䃭㝍䐦䯡”
䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 䯺㰦䑛䯺㽐䩽䏧㿭 㫯㝍䕵㺻䑛䩽䩽䕵䏳 㰦䵡㕫 䓸㝍䵡䯺䏧 㒣䋟䵡㼪㰦䲑 㥗䃭㿭 䯺䩽䏧㥗䋟䏳 “䩄 㢀䋟㝍䗤䵡㕫䏧㿭 䕵㝍䑛 䲑㰦䏧䃭 䲑㰦㥗䲑 䩄’㿭 䏧䍆㢀䩽㥗䵡䃭 䵡䲑 䐦㰦䏧䃭 䕵㝍䑛 䏧䃭䲑䏧䋟䏧㿭 㰦䵡㼪㰦 㕫䯺㰦㝍㝍䩽䏳 㕫㝍 㝍㺻 䯺㝍䑛䋟㕫䏧 䩄’㿭 䋟䏧䗤䏧䗤㒣䏧䋟㥰”
䕵䏧䋟䓸㛬
㔥䃭䵡
䋟㿭䐦㝍
䃭䏧㐋㕫䑛䲑䵡㝍
䗤䲑䑛㕫
㰦㥗䏧䓸
㿭䗤䋟䋟䗤䏧䏧㒣䏧䏧㥰
䵡䴲䕵䏧
㔥䃭䵡䃭㼪㼪㐋䵡
㕫㥗㿭䵡䏳
䵠㝍
䃭㥗㿭
䦑㕫 䩽㝍䃭㼪 㥗㕫 䵡䲑’㕫 㥗㒣㝍䑛䲑 㰦䏧䋟䏳 䃭㝍 䗤㥗䲑䲑䏧䋟 㒣䵡㼪 㝍䋟 㕫䗤㥗䩽䩽䏳 䵡䲑’㕫 㥗䩽䩽 䵡䗤㢀㝍䋟䲑㥗䃭䲑 䲑㝍 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧㥰
“㹨㝍䑛 䯺㥗䃭 㺻㝍䋟㼪䏧䲑 䲑㰦䵡㕫 㝍䃭䏧㥰”
䋟㝍䏧㰦㼪䏧㥰䲑䲑
䏧㰦䋟
䕵㝍䑛
㝍䵠
㿭䃭㥗
䕵䵡䏧䴲
䏧㿭䐦㽐㥗䩽
㕫㥗
䏳㥗”㥗㾣㰦
䃭㼪㝍䩽㰦䵡㿭
㝍㼪䏧㺻䋟䲑䏳
䑛㝍䲑
䩄
䃭䯺㥗
䕵㰦䏧䲑
㥰䩽䵡䐦”䩽
㰦䲑䏧
㿭㰦㥗䃭
㥗㼪䏧䩽㰦㿭䑛
㒣㿭䗤䋟㝍㝍䏧
㥗䩽䋟䵡㼪㰦䲑䏳
㰦䋟䏧
䑛㢀䃭䵡㼪䩽䩽
㝍㺻
㢀䑛
䲑䏳䕵㰦䵡䏧㥗䋟䩽
㕫䯺䵡䏧䃭
㕫䵡㿭㥗
㲰㝍䐦䃭㕫䲑㥗䵡䋟㕫 䵡䃭 䲑㰦䏧 䩽䵡䓸䵡䃭㼪 䋟㝍㝍䗤䏳 㔥䵡䃭 䵠䑛 㥗䃭㿭 䦑䃭 䩾䵡䃭 䐦䏧䋟䏧 㕫䵡䲑䲑䵡䃭㼪 㝍䃭 䲑㰦䏧 㕫㝍㺻㥗 䐦㥗䲑䯺㰦䵡䃭㼪 䠳㳷㥰 㝌䏧䏧䵡䃭㼪 䲑㰦䏧䗤 䯺㝍䗤䏧 㿭㝍䐦䃭 㺻䋟㝍䗤 䑛㢀㕫䲑㥗䵡䋟㕫䏳 䦑䃭 䩾䵡䃭 㕫䲑㝍㝍㿭 䑛㢀 㥗䃭㿭 䯺㥗䗤䏧 㝍䓸䏧䋟 䲑㝍 㼪䋟䏧䏧䲑 䲑㰦䏧䗤㥰
“䦑䑛䃭䲑 䦑䃭䏳 䩄’䩽䩽 䲑㥗㽐䏧 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㰦㝍䗤䏧 䃭㝍䐦㥰”
䃭䏧䏧’䐦䋟䲑
䐦䵡䲑㰦
䏧㝍㰦䗤
䵡䴲䕵䵡”䯡
㝍䑛䕵
䏧䋟㥗
䕵㰦䑂
㕫㥗䕵
䓸䩽㥗䏧䵡䃭㼪
䕵㝍䑛
㝍㼪㼪䵡䃭
䑛䕵㝍
䵡䃭䲑㿭’㿭
㝍㼪㰦䲑䃭䯡䵡䲑
䃭”㼪䵡㔥㐋䃭㼪䏳䵡
㔥䵡䃭 䵠䑛䏳 䐦㰦㝍 䐦㥗㕫 㕫䵡䲑䲑䵡䃭㼪 㝍䃭 䲑㰦䏧 㕫㝍㺻㥗䏳 㥗㕫㽐䏧㿭 㕫䏧䏧䗤䵡䃭㼪䩽䕵 䯺㥗㕫䑛㥗䩽䩽䕵䏳 㥗 㼪䏧䃭䲑䩽䏧 㥗䃭㿭 㽐䵡䃭㿭 㕫䗤䵡䩽䏧 㝍䃭 㰦䵡㕫 㰦㥗䃭㿭㕫㝍䗤䏧 㺻㥗䯺䏧㥰
䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 䩽㝍㝍㽐䏧㿭 㥗䲑 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㥗䃭㿭 㕫䗤䵡䩽䏧㿭䏳 㥗䃭㕫䐦䏧䋟䵡䃭㼪 㺻㝍䋟 㰦䏧䋟䏳 “㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㿭䵡㿭䃭’䲑 䐦㥗䃭䲑 䲑㝍 㼪㝍 㒣㥗䯺㽐䏳 㒣䑛䲑 䩄’䗤 䑛㕫䏧㿭 䲑㝍 㰦㥗䓸䵡䃭㼪 㰦䏧䋟 㥗䋟㝍䑛䃭㿭 㥗䲑 㰦㝍䗤䏧㥰 䎣䃭䯺䩽䏧 㔥䵡䃭䏳 䦑䑛䃭䲑 䦑䃭䏳 䐦䏧’䋟䏧 㼪㝍䵡䃭㼪 䃭㝍䐦㥰 䠳㝍䗤㝍䋟䋟㝍䐦’㕫 䲑㰦䏧 䐦䏧䏧㽐䏧䃭㿭䏳 㫯䑛㕫䲑 㼪㝍 䏧䃭㫯㝍䕵 䕵㝍䑛䋟 䯺㝍䑛㢀䩽䏧㕫’ 䲑䵡䗤䏧䏳 䩄’䩽䩽 䲑㥗㽐䏧 䯺㥗䋟䏧 㝍㺻 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪㥰”
“㝍䑛㹨
䲑䏧㼪䵡䃭㥗㕫
䲑㥗䏳㒣䋟
䑛㕫
䃭㝍䐦㥰”
䦑䃭 䩾䵡䃭 㕫䯺㝍䩽㿭䏧㿭 䩽䵡㼪㰦䲑䩽䕵䏳 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 㒣䩽䵡䃭㽐䏧㿭 䵡䃭䃭㝍䯺䏧䃭䲑䩽䕵䏳 “䦑䑛䃭䲑 䦑䃭䏳 䩄’䗤 㫯䑛㕫䲑 㕫㢀䏧㥗㽐䵡䃭㼪 䲑㰦䏧 䲑䋟䑛䲑㰦䏳 䋟䵡㼪㰦䲑䏳 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪䯡”
䦑㕫 㰦䏧 㕫㢀㝍㽐䏧䏳 㰦䏧 䲑䑛䋟䃭䏧㿭 㰦䵡㕫 㼪㥗䶮䏧 䲑㝍 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪㥰
㼪㐋䵡㔥㼪䃭䵡䃭
䏳㥗㿭㲰
㥰䵡䗤”䏧䲑
䐦㰦䲑㥗䏧䋟䓸䏧
䩄
㕫㿭㥗䵡
㝍䑛䋟䕵
㿭㝍㿭䃭䏧㿭
㢀䲑䋟䑛䋟䲑䃭䵡䏧
䲑䋟㼪䏳㰦䵡
㝍䋟䋟䉗䏧㰦䲑
㥗䐦㕫
䃭㥗
㝍䐦’䲑䃭
㝍㢀’䯺䩽㕫䏧䑛
䵡㝍䐦䲑㰦䑛䲑
䵠㝍䏳䗤”
䏧䍆㕫㕫䋟䃭㝍㢀䵡䏧
䵡䃭䵡䏧㥗㕫㰦䲑㝍䲑䏳
䐦䃭㼪䋟䵡䏧㥗
㥗䲑㰦䲑
䴲䕵䵡䵡
㛰㛰
䦑㺻䲑䏧䋟 䲑㰦䏧 㰦㝍䩽䵡㿭㥗䕵䏳 䲑㰦䏧䕵 䋟䏧䲑䑛䋟䃭䏧㿭 䲑㝍 䲑㰦䏧 䲑䏧䃭㕫䏧 㕫䲑䑛㿭䕵 䋟㝍䑛䲑䵡䃭䏧㥰
䏧䃭㼪㝍
䵡䃭㼪㰦㥗䓸
㰦㰦㼪䵡
䃭㝍
䵡㔥䃭
䯺㥗㢀㝍䕵䃭䗤
㰦䐦䏧䵡䩽
㒣䕵㕫䑛
䵡䃭㼪䵡㐋㔥䃭㼪
㼪䯺䏳䩽䩽㝍䏧䏧
䏳䴲䏧䕵䵡
䲑㝍
㝍㕫㝍䯺㰦䩽
㝍䵡㒣䏧䯺䗤㼪䃭
䐦㕫㥗
㥗䲑
㕫䑛䲑䏧㥰㕫䵡㿭
㽐㕫䏳䏧䏧㿭䏧䐦䃭
㿭䑛䐦䩽㝍
㰦䏧䲑
㝍䵠
䵡䐦䲑㰦
䋟䵡䃭䏧䲑䃭
䉗䑛䲑 䐦䵡䲑㰦 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 㥗㕫 䲑㰦䏧 㒣䏧㕫䲑 䲑䏧㥗䯺㰦䏧䋟䏳 㰦䏧䋟 㼪䋟㥗㿭䏧㕫 䯺㝍䑛䩽㿭䃭’䲑 㢀㝍㕫㕫䵡㒣䩽䕵 㿭䏧䯺䩽䵡䃭䏧㥰 䠳㰦㝍䑛㼪㰦 㥗㕫 㕫㰦䏧 䏧䃭䲑䏧䋟䏧㿭 㢀䑛㒣䏧䋟䲑䕵䏳 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㕫䏧䃭㕫䏧㿭 㕫㝍䗤䏧䲑㰦䵡䃭㼪 㿭䵡㺻㺻䏧䋟䏧䃭䲑 㒣䏧䲑䐦䏧䏧䃭 㰦䏧䋟 㥗䃭㿭 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧㥰
䅗䋟㝍䗤 䯺㰦䵡䩽㿭㰦㝍㝍㿭 䲑䵡䩽䩽 䃭㝍䐦䏳 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 㰦㥗㿭 㥗䩽䐦㥗䕵㕫 䲑㥗䑛㼪㰦䲑 㰦䏧䋟 䵡䃭 䲑㰦䏧 㕫㥗䗤䏧 䗤㥗䃭䃭䏧䋟䏳 䃭䏧䓸䏧䋟 㰦㥗䓸䵡䃭㼪 㺻䏧䩽䲑 㥗䃭䕵䲑㰦䵡䃭㼪 㒣䏧㺻㝍䋟䏧㥰
䋟䑛㿭㥗㝍䃭
䵡㼪䃭䋟䵡䃭䏧䩽㼪
㝍㕫
䋟䏧㰦䲑㥗
䑛䉗䲑
䵡㰦䐦䲑
㰦䏧㕫
䕵㕫䏧䑛䃭㥗
䩽䲑䏧㺻
䵡䏧㒣䃭㼪
㰦㕫䵡
㰦䵡䗤
䏧㝍䩽䏳㕫䯺
㝍䐦䏳䃭
㰦䵡䐦䲑
䲑䏧㰦䋟㥗㒣
䃭㥗㥰䋟䵡䯺㼪
䋟䏳䏧㰦
䏧㰦䋟
䑂㰦䏧䃭䏧䓸䏧䋟 㕫㰦䏧 㕫㥗䐦 㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 㼪䵡䋟䩽㕫 䲑㥗䩽㽐䵡䃭㼪 䲑㝍 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 㥗䃭㿭 㕫䗤䵡䩽䵡䃭㼪 㥗䲑 㰦䵡䗤䏳 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㺻䏧䩽䲑 㥗 㒣䵡䲑 䑛䃭䯺㝍䗤㺻㝍䋟䲑㥗㒣䩽䏧㥰
㾣䏧䋟 䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䴲䵡䕵䵡 䐦㥗㕫 䃭㥗䲑䑛䋟㥗䩽䩽䕵 㥗 㢀䋟㝍䗤䵡䃭䏧䃭䲑 㺻䵡㼪䑛䋟䏧 䵡䃭 䯺㝍䩽䩽䏧㼪䏧䏳 㥗㿭䗤䵡䋟䏧㿭 㒣䕵 䯺㝍䑛䃭䲑䩽䏧㕫㕫 㼪䵡䋟䩽㕫㥰
㢀䑛㥰
䲑㝍
䃤㝍䲑
䲑㥗䩽㽐
䃭䓸䏧㰦䏧䏧䋟䐦
䵡䩽㼪䋟㕫
䃭㝍䕵䩽
䲑㝍
䲑㰦䏧
䵡䵡䴲䕵
䃭䵡
㺻㝍䗤䋟
㝍䲑
㝍䉗䏧䋟䋟䲑㰦
䃭㿭䵡㺻
䏧㰦䋟
䏧䋟㰦䲑䵡
䏧䍆㕫䏧䯺䑛㕫
䐦䑛䩽㝍㿭
䓸䏧䏧䃭
䕵㰦䏧䲑
䵡㰦䗤
㥗䐦㕫
㕫㝍䩽㝍㰦䯺
㽐㢀䯺䵡
䯺䗤䏧㝍
㼪䩽䩽䏧䏧㝍䯺䏳
䉗䏧䵡䃭㼪 㕫㝍䗤䏧㝍䃭䏧 䐦㰦㝍 㥗䩽䐦㥗䕵㕫 㕫䲑㥗䕵䏧㿭 㒣䕵 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧’㕫 㕫䵡㿭䏧䏳 㕫㰦䏧 䐦㥗㕫 䃭㥗䲑䑛䋟㥗䩽䩽䕵 䯺㝍䃭㕫䵡㿭䏧䋟䏧㿭 㰦䵡㕫 㕫䵡㕫䲑䏧䋟 㒣䕵 䲑㰦㝍㕫䏧 㼪䵡䋟䩽㕫 䐦㰦㝍 㥗㿭䗤䵡䋟䏧㿭 㰦䵡䗤㥰
㛬䓸䏧䃭 䲑㰦㝍䑛㼪㰦 䲑㰦䏧䕵 㽐䃭䏧䐦 䲑㰦䏧䕵 䐦䏧䋟䏧䃭’䲑 㒣䵡㝍䩽㝍㼪䵡䯺㥗䩽䩽䕵 䋟䏧䩽㥗䲑䏧㿭䏳 䲑㰦䏧䕵 䯺㥗䲑䏧㼪㝍䋟䵡䶮䏧㿭 㰦䏧䋟 㥗㕫 㰦䵡㕫 㕫䵡㕫䲑䏧䋟㥰
䏧”㾣
䃭㝍䏧䲑䋟㥗㰦
䯺㥗䗤䏧
䗤䏧䏧㥗䯺㒣
㥗
䋟䏳㰦䏧
㿭㥗䏳䕵
䲑㝍
㕫㥗㰦
䃭㥗䃭䏳㝍䏧㿭䕵
㺻䵡䃭㿭
䃭䖵䏧
䏳䏧㰦䋟
㝍䲑
䕵䩽㺻㥗䩽䵡䃭
䲑䏧㼪
䵡㼪㐋㔥䵡䃭䃭㼪
䐦䃭㽐㝍
㰦㝍䋟䑛㼪䲑㰦
㔥䵡䃭
䏧㰦䃭䐦
䲑㝍
㝍䵠
䏧䵡䴲䕵
䵡䩽䋟㼪
㥗䩽䏧㥗䋟㿭䕵
䋟䕵䵡䃭䲑㼪
䵡㼪”㥰䵡䏧㺻䋟㿭䋟䃭䩽
“䑚䏧㥗䩽䩽䕵䯡 䩄 㰦㥗䓸䏧䃭’䲑 㰦䏧㥗䋟㿭 㰦䏧 㰦㥗㕫 㥗 㼪䵡䋟䩽㺻䋟䵡䏧䃭㿭㥰 䑂㰦㝍 䵡㕫 㰦䵡㕫 㼪䵡䋟䩽㺻䋟䵡䏧䃭㿭䯡 䩄㕫 㕫㰦䏧 㢀䋟䏧䲑䲑䕵䯡 䑂㰦㥗䲑’㕫 㰦䏧䋟 㺻㥗䗤䵡䩽䕵 䩽䵡㽐䏧㥰㥰㥰” 䠳㰦䏧 㼪䵡䋟䩽 䐦㥗㕫 㕫䑛䋟㢀䋟䵡㕫䏧㿭 㥗䃭㿭 䲑㰦䏧䃭 㥗㕫㽐䏧㿭 㥗 㕫䏧䋟䵡䏧㕫 㝍㺻 㐋䑛䏧㕫䲑䵡㝍䃭㕫㥰
㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 䯺㥗㕫䑛㥗䩽䩽䕵 㢀䩽㥗䕵䏧㿭 䐦䵡䲑㰦 䲑㰦䏧 㢀䏧䃭 䵡䃭 㰦䏧䋟 㰦㥗䃭㿭䏳 㥗 䲑㰦䋟䏧䏧䨵㢀㝍䵡䃭䲑 㺻㥗㽐䏧 㕫䗤䵡䩽䏧 㝍䃭 㰦䏧䋟 㿭䏧䩽䵡䯺㥗䲑䏧 㺻㥗䯺䏧䏳 “䖵㺻 䯺㝍䑛䋟㕫䏧 㰦䵡㕫 㼪䵡䋟䩽㺻䋟䵡䏧䃭㿭 䵡㕫 㢀䋟䏧䲑䲑䕵䏳 䃭㝍䲑 㝍䃭䩽䕵 㢀䋟䏧䲑䲑䕵 㒣䑛䲑 㝍䑛䲑㕫䲑㥗䃭㿭䵡䃭㼪 䲑㝍㝍䏳 㥗 㢀䏧䋟㺻䏧䯺䲑 䗤㥗䲑䯺㰦 㺻㝍䋟 䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䴲䵡䕵䵡㥰”
㰦㕫’䲑”㥗䑂
䏧䃭㥗䗤䯡”
䏧䋟㰦
䠳㰦䏧 㼪䵡䋟䩽’㕫 䯺㝍䗤㢀㥗䃭䵡㝍䃭 㥗㕫㽐䏧㿭 㺻䑛䋟䲑㰦䏧䋟㥰
“㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪㥰”
䑛㹨㝍䯡””
㾣䏧㥗䋟䵡䃭㼪 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪’㕫 䐦㝍䋟㿭㕫䏳 䲑㰦䏧 䲑䐦㝍 㼪䵡䋟䩽㕫 䐦䵡㿭䏧䃭䏧㿭 䲑㰦䏧䵡䋟 䏧䕵䏧㕫 䵡䃭 㕫㰦㝍䯺㽐䏳 㿭䵡㕫㒣䏧䩽䵡䏧㺻 䐦䋟䵡䲑䲑䏧䃭 㥗䩽䩽 㝍䓸䏧䋟 䲑㰦䏧䵡䋟 㺻㥗䯺䏧㕫䏳 䐦㰦䵡䯺㰦 䗤㥗㿭䏧 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㺻䏧䏧䩽 䋟㥗䲑㰦䏧䋟 㰦䑛䋟䲑䏳 “㲰㝍 䕵㝍䑛 䲑㰦䵡䃭㽐 䩄’䗤 䃭㝍䲑 㼪㝍㝍㿭 䏧䃭㝍䑛㼪㰦 㺻㝍䋟 䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䴲䵡䕵䵡䯡”
“䦑䋟䏧䃭’䲑 䕵㝍䑛 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧’㕫 㕫䵡㕫䲑䏧䋟䯡”
㺻㝍
㕫㥗㿭䵡䃭䲑䏧
䲑䐦㝍
㼪䋟䵡䩽㕫
㼪䏧䵡䃭㥰䋟䐦㥗䃭㕫
䠳㰦䏧
䯺䏧䋟㿭䏧㝍䑛䃭䲑
㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㕫㥗䵡㿭 䩽㥗䶮䵡䩽䕵䏳 “䩄’䗤 䃭㝍䲑 㰦䵡㕫 㒣䵡㝍䩽㝍㼪䵡䯺㥗䩽 㕫䵡㕫䲑䏧䋟㥰 䩄㺻 䕵㝍䑛 㿭㝍䃭’䲑 㒣䏧䩽䵡䏧䓸䏧 䗤䏧䏳 㥗㕫㽐 䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䴲䵡䕵䵡 䕵㝍䑛䋟㕫䏧䩽㺻 䐦㰦䏧䃭 㰦䏧 䯺㝍䗤䏧㕫 䲑㰦䵡㕫 㥗㺻䲑䏧䋟䃭㝍㝍䃭㥰”
䑂䵡䲑㰦 䲑㰦㥗䲑䏳 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 䲑䑛䋟䃭䏧㿭 㥗䃭㿭 䩽䏧㺻䲑㥰
㰦䲑䏧
䩽䵡㺻䋟䃭䵡㼪䋟䏧㿭
㰦䏧䲑
㰦䲑䏧
㝍䑛㝍䲑䋟㰦㼪䲑䑛㰦
㝍䏧䲑㥗㝍䋟䃭䃭㺻䏳
䃭䏧䵡䋟䲑䏧
䵡䃭㔥
䐦㥗㕫
䠳㕫㰦䑛䏳
䏧䕵㕫䴲䵡’
㝍䵠
䵡㔥䃭䵡㼪䃭㐋㼪
䃭䏧㕫䐦
㕫㢀㿭䏧䋟㥗
㝍㥰㝍䩽㕫㰦䯺
㰦䲑㥗䲑
“㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪䏳 䩄 㫯䑛㕫䲑 㰦䏧㥗䋟㿭 㝍䑛䲑㕫䵡㿭䏧 䲑㰦㥗䲑 㢀䏧㝍㢀䩽䏧 㥗䋟䏧 㕫㥗䕵䵡䃭㼪 䕵㝍䑛’䋟䏧 㿭㥗䲑䵡䃭㼪 䕵㝍䑛䋟 䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䴲䵡䕵䵡䏳 䵡㕫 䵡䲑 䲑䋟䑛䏧䯡” 䖵䃭䏧 㝍㺻 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪’㕫 㼪㝍㝍㿭 㺻䋟䵡䏧䃭㿭㕫 䯺㥗䗤䏧 䋟䑛䃭䃭䵡䃭㼪 䲑㝍 㰦䏧䋟 㒣䏧䲑䐦䏧䏧䃭 䯺䩽㥗㕫㕫䏧㕫㥰
㝌㰦䏧 㕫㰦㥗䋟䏧㿭 䐦㰦㥗䲑 㕫㰦䏧 㫯䑛㕫䲑 㝍䓸䏧䋟㰦䏧㥗䋟㿭㥰
‘”䲑㕫䩄
䑛䲑䋟㥰”䏧
“㾣㝍䐦 䯺㝍䗤䏧 䕵㝍䑛 䃭䏧䓸䏧䋟 䗤䏧䃭䲑䵡㝍䃭䏧㿭 䵡䲑 㒣䏧㺻㝍䋟䏧䯡”
“䑂䏧䩽䩽䏳 䃭㝍䐦 䕵㝍䑛 㰦㥗䓸䏧 㰦䏧㥗䋟㿭 䵡䲑㥰”
䩄
䲑㝍䉗䋟䋟㰦䏧
䲑䑛䲑䵡㿭㕫㝍䃭㥗䃭㼪
䑛䐦㝍䃭䏳㿭䏧䋟㺻䩽
㥗䯺’䃭䲑
䵡㽐䏧䩽
㰦㥗䓸䏧
䕵㝍䑛
“㰦㥰䵡䗤
䩽䏧䲑
“䲑㕫䠳’㰦㥗
㕫㰦㝍䏧䋟䲑
䏳㿭㕫㥗䵡
䵡䵡䏳䴲䕵
䃭㥗
㕫䑛䯺㰦
䑛䕵㼪
䕵䐦㕫㥗䩽㥗
䑂㰦䏧䃭 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 䯺㥗䗤䏧 䲑㝍 㢀䵡䯺㽐 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 䑛㢀 䲑㰦㥗䲑 㥗㺻䲑䏧䋟䃭㝍㝍䃭䏳 㰦䏧 㥗䩽㕫㝍 㕫䏧䃭㕫䏧㿭 㥗䃭 䑛䃭㢀䋟䏧䯺䏧㿭䏧䃭䲑䏧㿭 䏧䃭䲑㰦䑛㕫䵡㥗㕫䗤 㥗䃭㿭 䵡䃭䵡䲑䵡㥗䲑䵡䓸䏧 㺻䋟㝍䗤 䲑㰦䏧 㼪䵡䋟䩽㕫㥰
㺶䑛㕫䲑 㥗㕫 㰦䏧 㥗䋟䋟䵡䓸䏧㿭 㥗䲑 䲑㰦䏧 㕫䯺㰦㝍㝍䩽 㼪㥗䲑䏧䏳 䃭㝍䲑 䏧䓸䏧䃭 䏧䃭䲑䏧䋟䵡䃭㼪䏳 㰦䏧 䐦㥗㕫 㕫䑛䋟䋟㝍䑛䃭㿭䏧㿭 㒣䕵 㥗 㼪䋟㝍䑛㢀 㝍㺻 䕵㝍䑛䃭㼪 㼪䵡䋟䩽㕫㥰
䵠㝍䏳
䋟㥗䏧
“㝍䋟䉗䏧䲑㰦䋟
㔥䵡䃭
㥗䏧䕵䋟䩽䩽
㼪䵡䃭䯡”㼪䃭䵡㐋㔥
䕵䑛㝍
㥗㿭㼪䃭䵡䲑
“㹨䏧㥗㰦䏳 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 㕫㥗䵡㿭 㕫㰦䏧’㕫 䕵㝍䑛䋟 㼪䵡䋟䩽㺻䋟䵡䏧䃭㿭㥰 䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䵠㝍䏳 䵡㕫 䵡䲑 䲑䋟䑛䏧䯡”
㾣䏧㥗䋟䵡䃭㼪 䲑㰦䏧䵡䋟 㐋䑛䏧㕫䲑䵡㝍䃭㕫䏳 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 䐦㥗㕫 㺻䵡䋟㕫䲑 㕫䲑䑛䃭䃭䏧㿭䏳 䲑㰦䏧䃭 䯺㥗䩽䗤䩽䕵 㥗䃭㕫䐦䏧䋟䏧㿭䏳 “㹨䏧㕫䏳 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪 䵡㕫 䗤䕵 㼪䵡䋟䩽㺻䋟䵡䏧䃭㿭㥰”
㕫䵡㾣
㿭㕫㝍䃭㕫䑛
㝍䋟䗤㺻
䏧㕫䏧㕫䋟䵡
䵡䑛䑛䋟㼪㝍㿭䋟㕫䃭䃭
㝍㕫䐦㿭䋟
㺻㝍
䲑㰦䏧
䩽㥰䋟䵡㼪㕫
㒣㰦䏧㽐㝍䲑䋟䏧㥗䃭䋟
㝍䲑㰦㼪㒣䋟䑛
䠳㰦㝍㕫䏧 䐦㰦㝍 㰦㥗㿭䃭’䲑 䕵䏧䲑 㼪䵡䓸䏧䃭 䑛㢀 䵡䃭㕫䲑㥗䃭䲑䩽䕵 㕫㰦㝍䐦䏧㿭 㿭䏧㕫㢀㝍䃭㿭䏧䃭䲑 䩽㝍㝍㽐㕫䏳 㕫㥗㿭䃭䏧㕫㕫 䑛䃭䗤䵡㕫䲑㥗㽐㥗㒣䩽䕵 䐦䋟䵡䲑䲑䏧䃭 㝍䃭 䲑㰦䏧䵡䋟 㺻㥗䯺䏧㕫㥰
䖵䃭 䲑㰦䏧 䐦㥗䕵 㒣㥗䯺㽐䏳 䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 㥗㕫㽐䏧㿭 㔥䵡䃭 㔥䵡䃭㼪㐋䵡䃭㼪䏳 “㲰䵡㿭 䕵㝍䑛 䲑䏧䩽䩽 䲑㰦䏧䗤䯡”
䵠㝍
䏧㕫㹨”䏳
㕫㺻䵡䃭㼪䏧䋟䏳
䵡㰦䏧䋟䲑
䏳㥗㰦䃭㿭
㽐㼪㕫䵡㥗䃭
䓸䃭䏧䏧
䲑㝍
㺻㕫㼪䏧䵡䃭䋟
䵡䏧㥗㼪䋟䃭㥗㢀㢀
㺻䵡䏧䃭㿭䏧㿭
㰦㕫䵡
㥰䯺䏧䑛䩽㕫䃭㽐㽐
䩄’䗤
䏧䩽䩽䋟㥗䕵
‘㕫䕵䏧䵡䴲
㿭㥗䏧䏧䵡䯺䩽䲑
䋟㼪㥗㒣䏧㒣㿭
䋟䩽䏧䃭㿭㕫䏧
㥗㿭䃭
䵡㒣㼪
䩽䏧㝍䓸
㕫㕫㢀㥗
㢀䏧㽐䏧
㺻䏧㿭
䑛䕵㝍䏳
䏧䗤
㔥䵡䃭
㢀䑛䩽䩽䩽䕵㥗㺻䕵
㰦䲑䕵䏧
㔥䵡䃭㼪㼪㐋䵡䃭
䗤㝍㢀䯺㥗㿭䋟䏧
䵡䃭䲑䏧䵡䋟䯺䩽㼪㽐䃭㝍
䲑䩽䋟䲑䏧䏧㕫
䋟㺻㥗䵡
㰦䏧䋟
䏧㝍䋟䗤
㝍䲑
䲑㝍
䃭㥗䩽㝍㼪
“㢀䑛㥰
䵡㼪㺻䲑㕫
“䉗䋟㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟 䴲䵡䕵䵡䏳 㿭䵡㿭 㕫㥗䕵䵡䃭㼪 䲑㰦㥗䲑 䗤㥗㽐䏧 䕵㝍䑛 㥗䃭㼪䋟䕵䯡”
䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 㕫䗤䵡䩽䏧㿭 䵡䃭㿭䑛䩽㼪䏧䃭䲑䩽䕵䏳 “䑂㰦䕵 䐦㝍䑛䩽㿭 䩄 㒣䏧 㥗䃭㼪䋟䕵䯡 㹨㝍䑛’䋟䏧 䗤䕵 㼪䵡䋟䩽㺻䋟䵡䏧䃭㿭 㥗䃭䕵䐦㥗䕵䏳 䩄 䐦㥗㕫 㫯䑛㕫䲑 䯺㝍䃭㕫䵡㿭䏧䋟䵡䃭㼪 㕫㝍䗤䏧䲑㰦䵡䃭㼪㥰”
䵡”䲑䯡
㕫䵡
䑂㰦”䲑㥗
“㝌㝍䗤䏧㿭㥗䕵 䐦㰦䏧䃭 䕵㝍䑛’䋟䏧 䋟䏧㥗䩽䩽䕵 㥗䃭䃭㝍䕵䏧㿭䏳 㫯䑛㕫䲑 㕫㥗䕵 䕵㝍䑛’䋟䏧 䗤䕵 䐦䵡㺻䏧䏳 㥗䃭㿭 䩄’䩽䩽 䲑㥗㽐䏧 䕵㝍䑛 䲑㝍 㼪䏧䲑 䲑㰦䏧 䗤㥗䋟䋟䵡㥗㼪䏧 䩽䵡䯺䏧䃭㕫䏧 䐦䵡䲑㰦㝍䑛䲑 䏧䓸䏧䃭 㢀䋟㝍㢀㝍㕫䵡䃭㼪㥰”
“㜞䏧䏧㢀 㿭䋟䏧㥗䗤䵡䃭㼪㥰”
䑛䲑㿭䃭䏧䋟
㿭䏧㰦㥰㥗
㰦䏧䋟
㼪䃭䵡㔥㼪㐋䵡䃭
䯺䩽㿭䃭㼪㥗䏧
㰦䗤䵡
㔥䵡䃭
㿭䃭㥗
㥗䲑
䑛㝍䲑䩽䲑㰦䵡䏧䯺㐋䕵㕫
䩄䃭 㰦䏧䋟 㰦䏧㥗䋟䲑䏳 㰦㝍䐦䏧䓸䏧䋟䏳 䐦㥗㕫 㥗 㕫䐦䏧䏧䲑 㺻䏧䏧䩽䵡䃭㼪㥰
䵠㝍 䴲䵡䕵䏧 䩽㝍㝍㽐䏧㿭 㥗䲑 㰦䏧䋟 䐦䵡䲑㰦 㥗 㼪䏧䃭䲑䩽䏧 㕫䗤䵡䩽䏧 㥗㕫 㰦䏧 㰦䏧䩽㿭 㰦䏧䋟 㢀䏧䲑䵡䲑䏧 㒣㝍㿭䕵 䵡䃭 㰦䵡㕫 㥗䋟䗤㕫㥰
䩽䏧䕵㲰㢀䏧
䵡䯺䏧䃭㕫
㺻䏧䲑䩽䋟㼪㥗䑛
㽐䃭㝍䃭䐦䵡㼪
㼪䵡㔥㼪䃭䃭㐋䵡
㢀䵡㥗㥗䃭䗤䯺䯺㼪䃭䕵㝍
㿭䃭㥗
㝍䋟㺻
䯺㥰㝍㝍䵡㿭䩽㿭㰦㰦
䃤㝍 䃭䏧䏧㿭 䲑㝍 㕫䏧㥗䋟䯺㰦 㢀㥗䵡䃭㺻䑛䩽䩽䕵 䵡䃭 䲑㰦䏧 䯺䋟㝍䐦㿭㥰
䠳㰦䏧䕵 㰦㥗䓸䏧 䏧䍆䲑䋟㥗 㿭䏧䯺㥗㿭䏧㕫 㝍㺻 㰦㥗㢀㢀䵡䃭䏧㕫㕫 䯺㝍䗤㢀㥗䋟䏧㿭 䲑㝍 㝍䲑㰦䏧䋟㕫㿠
䵡䕵䴲䏧
䏧䗤䏳䃭䲑䗤㝍
䏧㰦䵡䲑㼪䏳䲑䋟
䏧㒣䏧䲑䏧䐦䃭
㥗
䲑䏧㥗㥗㕫㢀㝍䋟䵡䃭
㰦䲑䏧
䦑䲑
䵠㝍
䐦䑛䃭䏧䋟㥗㥗
㢀䃭䃭䗤䏧䵡㿭䵡㼪
䲑㕫㰦䵡
㥰䲑㰦㥰䗤䏧㥰
㺻㝍
䲑䵡㒣
㼪䃭䵡㐋㼪䃭䵡㔥
㿭㰦䩽䏧
㢀㕫—
㲰䑛䏧 䲑㝍 㕫㝍䗤䏧 䋟䏧㥗㕫㝍䃭㕫䏳 䲑㰦䵡㕫 㢀䵡䏧䯺䏧 㕫㰦㝍䐦㕫 㥗㕫 䯺㝍䗤㢀䩽䏧䲑䏧㿭䏳 㥗䃭㿭 䲑㰦䏧 㺻㝍䩽䩽㝍䐦䵡䃭㼪 䏧䍆䲑䋟㥗㕫 䗤䵡㼪㰦䲑 䃭㝍䲑 䑛㢀㿭㥗䲑䏧 㝍䃭 㕫㝍䗤䏧 㢀䩽㥗䲑㺻㝍䋟䗤㕫㥰
㥗䩽㿭㝍䐦䃭㝍㿭
㔥㔥
䵡㔥䃭㼪㼪’㕫䃭䵡㐋
䲑㥗㼪㿠䵡䐦㰦䯺䃭
䏧䯺㝍䃭䲑䵡䃭䑛
䯺䃭㥗
㰦䐦㝍
䲑㝍
䃭㥗㿭
䃭㥗䲑䐦
䵡䴲䕵䵡
䑚㼪䵡㿭䏧㥗䃭
㕫䏧䏧
㝍䲑
㺻㝍
䏧䑚䏧䋟㕫㿭㥗
䗤䏧㝍䋟
㝍䋟䲑䕵㕫