Chapter 2216: Chapter 20: Making Qin Qingqing Their Driver
Chapter 2216: Chapter 20: Making Qin Qingqing Their Driver
Half an hour later.
Qin Qingqing watched Shi Xi walking out of the villa, dragging a suitcase and smiling radiantly.
She felt a little guilty in her heart for interrupting their moment, and couldn’t bear to see the joy on Shi Xi’s face turn into disappointment.
“Ziye, you…”
Sure enough, when Shi Xi saw her sitting in the passenger seat, the smile on her face froze instantly.
She turned to look at Mo Ziye standing in front of the car. The handsome man met Shi Xi’s questioning and slightly disappointed gaze with calm ease, raising his eyebrow casually.
He reached out to take the suitcase from her hand, “Qingqing and I have to go to S City. I thought since you need to go there for filming, you could join us. Get in the car.”
“I…”
“Sit in the back. It’s a long trip, and it’ll be more comfortable if you need rest.”
Shi Xi’s disappointment faded with Mo Ziye’s considerate words, “Ziye, it’s a ten-hour drive to S City, are you sure you’re okay driving the whole way?”
“There’s also Qingqing. She’ll drive if I’m tired. You don’t need to worry about that.”
Mo Ziye’s deep voice carried the chill of autumn, yet to Shi Xi, each word felt thoughtful.
Soon, Qingqing would take over driving, allowing him to sit in the back.
When the divider was raised, they could do whatever they wanted in the back.
So what if Qin Qingqing was around?
So what if she had been by Mo Ziye’s side for more than ten years?
She had no relation to Mo Ziye anymore and would soon be their driver.
Thinking of this, the mood lifted that had momentarily sunk due to Qin Qingqing’s presence.
Shi Xi proactively greeted Qin Qingqing, “Miss Qin, hello.”
“Hello, Miss Shi.”
Qin Qingqing replied with a courteous smile. For most of the trip, Shi Xi kept looking for topics to chat about with Mo Ziye.
She talked about Haochen at one moment, her filming at another… It took a whole hour before she started to feel a bit tired.
Since getting into the car, Qin Qingqing had closed her eyes to rest.
Not listening, asking, or even watching them.
There was a strange atmosphere among the three people in the car.
Shi Xi glanced at Qin Qingqing a few times, unwilling to see her sitting so comfortably in the passenger seat, sleeping contently.
Three hours later, she deliberately raised her voice, asking with concern, “Ziye, you must be tired after driving for so long. How about I take over for a while?”
“You have to film tomorrow, so you should rest well now.”
Mo Ziye said, turning to the slowly opening eyes of Qin Qingqing, “Cold? If you’re cold, have Shi Xi take out a blanket from the back to cover you.”
“No, I’m not cold. I’ll drive, you should take a break.”
“Are you sure?”
Mo Ziye asked softly.
“I drove myself all the time abroad.”
“Okay, you drive for a bit, and then I’ll take over later.”
Mo Ziye stopped the car by the roadside, unbuckled the seatbelt, and got out.
In the back seat, a hint of excitement appeared in Shi Xi’s eyes as she eagerly watched Mo Ziye get out.
She could enjoy a ‘world for two’ with him while Qin Qingqing acted as the driver.
But what she didn’t expect was that after Qin Qingqing got into the driver’s seat, Shi Xi opened the car door for Mo Ziye, who smiled, saying, “Qingqing hasn’t driven domestically for four years. For our shared safety, I’ll sit in the front. You take out a small blanket and nap for a while; there’s really nothing to see at night.”
“Ziye, I’m not tired. Come sit in the back, and we can chat.”
“We can chat anytime. If your life were in Qingqing’s hands, I’d regret it for a lifetime.”
Mo Ziye said and shut the car door, walked around the front of the car, and sat in the passenger seat.
“Then, how about I drive the car?”
Shi Xi said, feeling a bit frustrated.
“It’s nighttime now and not safe. After your filming, you can take me around S City.”
“Will you stay in S City for many days?”
“Not sure.”
The corner of Mo Ziye’s eye swept over Qin Qingqing who was driving and focused intently on the road ahead.
Not listening to him or Shi Xi’s conversation.
A hint of coldness swept across the depths of his eyes.
With an expression slightly indifferent and cool, “Shi Xi, it’s best you take a nap.”
“Alright, then I’ll sleep for a while.”
Shi Xi, hearing the change in his tone, pressed her lips together and agreed quietly.
Half an hour later, Shi Xi indeed fell asleep.
In the passenger seat, Mo Ziye’s voice sounded calmly, “Stop over up ahead, I’ll take over.”
“I’m not tired yet. I’ll drive a bit more; you take a break. The drive still has a few hours left, and I can’t last until the end.”
Qin Qingqing finally turned to meet Mo Ziye’s gaze.
The depths of his eyes were as impenetrably dark as a night without stars. She glanced at them for a moment and then looked away.
“I’m not going to sleep. Drive for another hour, and then I’ll take over.”
Qin Qingqing neither agreed nor refused, seemingly accepting his plan.
After a few minutes, seeing that he didn’t close his eyes, she asked seemingly casually, “The day I returned to the country, did you go to the cemetery to see my mom?”
“Yes, Zhang Minghui told me your flight was at six in the evening. I thought you might be scared to go at night, so I went ahead to tell Aunt An you were back.”
Mo Ziye wasn’t surprised she guessed that the flower bouquet placed before Aunt An’s grave was from him.
As he spoke, he slightly turned around, his gaze gentle while he looked at her.
Qin Qingqing’s heart skipped a beat.
Whether from his words or the sudden look he gave her.
She sensed his clear and masculine scent permeating the air around her nose.
“In these four years, did you go often?”
“You weren’t there, so I obviously went often.”
That day, her dad almost let slip something, of which Qingqing was actually aware.
She merely pretended not to know.
An indistinct ache emerged at the spot where her heart lay, gradually spreading with the ache becoming clearer.
“Brother Ziyi, go sleep. I’ll wake you up when I get tired.”
There was a touch of warmth and gentleness in Qin Qingqing’s voice.
Mo Ziye’s eyes deepened, then he curled his lips into a smile, “Forget it. If I really do sleep, it feels like I’m bullying you.”
“…”
—
Outside the Qin villa.
Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran turned to head home.
“Ranran, if you’re worried, I’ll call Ziye and ask him what’s going on?”
Earlier, Wen Ran intended to visit the Qin family to check on Qingqing, but the servant told them that Qingqing had left in Young Master Yi’s car in the afternoon.
She hadn’t come back yet.
There was a faint worry on Wen Ran’s brow, “I’m uneasy about Ziye. On the one hand, he’s involved with Shi Xi; on the other, he’s causing trouble for Qingqing. If he truly can’t let go of Qingqing, he shouldn’t keep Shi Xi around.”
Mo Xiuchen couldn’t bear to see his Ranran worry and quickly said, “I’ll call Mo Ziye now and have him break up with Shi Xi immediately, or else he’ll have to stay away from Qingqing. Will that be okay?”
㕝䡑㕝㺛””
老
擄盧蘆櫓䓺䫮㣱 老盧㿞䊏㣱 㮟䛦㰪䌗䫮㣱䫮㣇露盧 櫓䌗㱋 䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱’㰪 䌗㱋㣱䫮 䊏㣱㣇 䍤㮟䊏㣱㾙䫮㣇 䊏䌗 㐆䛦㕝 䥮䛦䌗㐆 䊏 㐆䛦㣱䌗 㱋䍌 㔔䫮㦍㔔㱋䊏㾙㐆㺛
䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱 㰪㕝䛦㮟䫮㣇䜠 㾙㭱㔔䱻䛦㣱䍤 㐆䛦㰪 㮟䛦㦍㰪䜠 㐆㱋㮟㣇䛦㣱䍤 㐆䫮㔔 㐆䊏㣱㣇 䥮䛦䌗㐆 㱋㣱䫮 㐆䊏㣱㣇 䥮㐆䛦㮟䫮 㣇䛦䊏㮟䛦㣱䍤 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮’㰪 㣱㭱㕝䰪䫮㔔 䥮䛦䌗㐆 䌗㐆䫮 㱋䌗㐆䫮㔔㺛
䌗䫮㐆
䛦㔔㣱䍤㰪䜠
䫮䍌䥮
䈄㱋
㭱㱋䍤㔔䌗㐆㐆
㐆㣱㦍㱋䜠䫮
㸵䍌䫮㔔䌗
䊏䫮㾙㕝
䫮㾙䱻䛦㱋
“”䊏䎲㣇㺛
䊏
䦓’䛦㰪㼈䫮
“䓺㐆䫮㔔䫮 䊏㔔䫮 㼈㱋㭱 㣱㱋䥮䦒”
“㢁’㕝 䛦㣱 䌗㐆䫮 㾙䊏㔔㺛”
“㢁㰪
㭱䦒㼈”㱋
䌗䛦䥮㐆
㣱䍤䍤䛦㣱䖫䜑䛦
䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱 䊏㰪䢠䫮㣇 䥮䛦䌗㐆 䊏 㰪㮟䛦䍤㐆䌗 䍌㔔㱋䥮㣱䜠 䌗㐆䊏䌗 䰪㔔䊏䌗㺛
䡑䫮 㾙㱋㭱㮟㣇 㱋䰪䱻䛦㱋㭱㰪㮟㼈 䌗䫮㮟㮟 㐆䫮 䥮䊏㰪 㱋㣱 䌗㐆䫮 㔔㱋䊏㣇㺛
㣱䍤㣱䛦䜑䖫䍤䛦
㭱㼈㱋
㳰
䛦㱋䍤䍤㣱
䊏䛦䊏㣱䍤䦒”
䊏㣱㣇
㕝㱋㕝
㱋䌗
䎲䜠䊏㣇
㐆㼈䥮
䫮㕝䦒
㾙㣱䫮㣱㱋㔔㣇䫮㾙
㭱䰪䊏㱋䌗
㺛㼈䛦䰬䌗
㾙䫮㰪䰪䫮㭱䊏
㢁㰪
䛦䌗
䍤䛦㱋䍤㣱㣱㔔䛦
䜠㐆䫮䊏”䤢
㭱㱋㼈
䫮䊏㔔
㰪䛦
㮟㰪㣇㭱㼈㣱㣇䫮
䫮㔔䊏
䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䍤㮟䊏㣱㾙䫮㣇 䊏䌗 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤䜠 䥮㐆㱋 䥮䊏㰪 㣇㔔䛦䱻䛦㣱䍤䜠 䌗䫮䊏㰪䛦㣱䍤 㐆䛦㰪 㱋㮟㣇 㕝䊏㣱㺛
“䓺㐆㼈 䊏㔔䫮 㼈㱋㭱 䊏㣱㣇 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 䍤㱋䛦㣱䍤 䌗㱋 㳰 䰬䛦䌗㼈䦒 䤢㱋㭱 㮟䫮䍌䌗 䌗㐆䛦㰪 䊏䍌䌗䫮㔔㣱㱋㱋㣱 䊏㣱㣇 㼈㱋㭱’㔔䫮 㰪䌗䛦㮟㮟 㱋㣱 䌗㐆䫮 㔔㱋䊏㣇㺛 䎲䛦㣇 㼈㱋㭱 㣇㔔䛦䱻䫮 䌗㐆䫮㔔䫮䦒”
䦒䌗㼈䰬䛦
䛦㦍㔔㺛䌗
䊏
䌗㱋
㰪㢁
䦒䥮㐆䊏䌗
䌗㰪㣇䫮㣱䛦䊏
䍌㼈㮟
㐆䫮
㳰㭱㐆㾙
䛦㐆㰪
㱋䍌
㱋䍤㮟㣱
㾙㣇㱋㮟㭱
㣱㱋㰪
㱋㱋㰪㮟䛦䍌㐆
㣇䛦㣱㔔䱻䛦䍤
㱋㔔
㳰
䫮㐆
㰪’䫮㣱䌗㱋䎲
㣱䢠䥮㱋
“䤢䫮㰪䜠 䎲䊏㣇㺛 㢁’㮟㮟 㾙䊏㮟㮟 㼈㱋㭱 䰪䊏㾙䢠 㱋㣱㾙䫮 㢁 㔔䫮䊏㾙㐆 㳰 䰬䛦䌗㼈㺛”
“䒾㱋䜠 㼈㱋㭱’㮟㮟 䍤䫮䌗 䌗㱋 㳰 䰬䛦䌗㼈 䊏㔔㱋㭱㣱㣇 䌗䥮㱋 㱋㔔 䌗㐆㔔䫮䫮 䛦㣱 䌗㐆䫮 㕝㱋㔔㣱䛦㣱䍤㺛 䰬䊏㮟㮟䛦㣱䍤 䊏䌗 䌗㐆䊏䌗 䌗䛦㕝䫮 䥮䛦㮟㮟 㣇䛦㰪䌗㭱㔔䰪 㼈㱋㭱㔔 㕝㱋㕝㺛 㢁㰪 䛦䌗 㧬㭱㰪䌗 㼈㱋㭱 䊏㣱㣇 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 㱋㔔 䛦㰪 䌗㐆䫮㔔䫮 㰪㱋㕝䫮㱋㣱䫮 䫮㮟㰪䫮䦒”
䈄㱋
䱻㾙䫮㱋㺛䛦
㣇㐆䫮䊏㔔
㣱䛦䗻㾙䫮㐆㭱
㣱㔔䊏䫮㐆䌗㱋
㱋㣱䊏㰪㕝’䥮
䡑䛦㰪 䫮䚪㦍㔔䫮㰪㰪䛦㱋㣱 㾙㐆䊏㣱䍤䫮㣇 㰪㮟䛦䍤㐆䌗㮟㼈㺛
䰬㱋㭱㮟㣇 䛦䌗 䰪䫮 䌗㐆䊏䌗 䌗㐆䫮 㰪䛦㮟㮟㼈 䰪㱋㼈 䊏㮟㰪㱋 䰪㔔㱋㭱䍤㐆䌗 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦䦒
䥮䊏䌗㾙㐆
㣱䛦㣱䍤䛦䜑䍤䖫
䍤䛦䫮䰪㣱
㕻㱋
䛦㣱䫮䌗䛦䊏㕝䦒䌗
㮟䫮䌗
㐆䛦㕝
㣱㣇䊏
䛦䗻
㐆䛦㳰
䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 㣇䫮䌗䫮㾙䌗䫮㣇 䌗㐆䫮 㣇䛦㰪㦍㮟䫮䊏㰪㭱㔔䫮 䛦㣱 㐆䛦㰪 䍌䊏䌗㐆䫮㔔’㰪 䌗㱋㣱䫮䜠 䌗㭱㔔㣱䫮㣇 䌗㱋 䍤㮟䊏㣱㾙䫮 䊏䌗 䌗㐆䫮 䊏䥮䊏䢠䫮㣱䫮㣇 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦䜠 䥮㐆㱋 䛦㕝㕝䫮㣇䛦䊏䌗䫮㮟㼈 㰪㐆㭱䌗 㐆䫮㔔 㕝㱋㭱䌗㐆 䥮䛦䌗㐆 䊏㣱 䊏㦍㱋㮟㱋䍤䫮䌗䛦㾙 㮟㱋㱋䢠㺛
“䎲䊏㣇䜠 㢁’㮟㮟 㾙䊏㮟㮟 㼈㱋㭱 䥮㐆䫮㣱 㢁 䊏㔔㔔䛦䱻䫮㺛”
㱋㣱
㣇䊏㣇㺛
䫮䛦䦓㼈
䜠㰪䌗㐆䛦
㦍㭱
䊏䍤䛦㣱㼈㰪
㐆㰪䛦
䍤㐆㭱㣱
㱋䈄
䌗䫮㔔䍌㸵
“䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱䜠 㐆㱋䥮 㣇䛦㣇 䛦䌗 䍤㱋䦒”
㑄䊏㔔㮟䛦䫮㔔䜠 䊏䍌䌗䫮㔔 䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱 䊏㣱㰪䥮䫮㔔䫮㣇 䌗㐆䫮 㦍㐆㱋㣱䫮䜠 㐆䫮 㔔䫮㮟䫮䊏㰪䫮㣇 䓺䫮㣱 㿞䊏㣱’㰪 㐆䊏㣱㣇 䊏㣱㣇 㰪㮟㱋䥮䫮㣇 㐆䛦㰪 㦍䊏㾙䫮㺛
䌗㾙䊏㭱䍤㐆
䍌䛦䛦㣱䛦㰪䍤㣱㐆
㮟䊏㺛㮟㾙
䫮㔔䊏䍌䌗
㦍㭱
㐆䌗䫮
䫮䡑
㲌䊏㾙䛦㣱䍤 䓺䫮㣱 㿞䊏㣱’㰪 㾙㱋㣱㾙䫮㔔㣱䫮㣇 䫮㼈䫮㰪䜠 䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱 䛦㣱䌗䫮㔔㣱䊏㮟㮟㼈 㾙㭱㔔㰪䫮㣇 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮䜠 䌗㐆䫮㣱 㰪㕝䛦㮟䫮㣇 䊏㣱㣇 㰪䊏䛦㣇䜠 “㿞䊏㣱㔔䊏㣱䜠 㣇㱋㣱’䌗 䥮㱋㔔㔔㼈㺛 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 䊏㣱㣇 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䊏㔔䫮 䌗㱋䍤䫮䌗㐆䫮㔔㺛 㑄䱻䫮㣱 䛦䍌 䌗㐆䫮㼈 㐆䊏㣇 㕝䛦㰪㭱㣱㣇䫮㔔㰪䌗䊏㣱㣇䛦㣱䍤㰪 䛦㣱 䌗㐆䫮 㦍䊏㰪䌗䜠 䌗㐆䫮 䍌䫮䫮㮟䛦㣱䍤㰪 䊏㔔䫮 䌗㐆䫮㔔䫮䜠 䊏㣱㣇 䌗㐆䫮㔔䫮 䥮䛦㮟㮟 䊏㮟䥮䊏㼈㰪 䰪䫮 䊏 䌗䛦㕝䫮 䌗㱋 㔔䫮㰪㱋㮟䱻䫮 䌗㐆䫮㕝㺛”
“㢁䌗’㰪 㣱㱋䌗 䰪䫮㾙䊏㭱㰪䫮 㱋䍌 㦍䊏㰪䌗 㕝䛦㰪㭱㣱㣇䫮㔔㰪䌗䊏㣱㣇䛦㣱䍤㰪䜠 䰪㭱䌗 䰪䫮㾙䊏㭱㰪䫮 㱋䍌 䌗㐆䫮䛦㔔 䰪㔔䫮䊏䢠㭱㦍 䰪䊏㾙䢠 䌗㐆䫮㣱㺛”
䊏㰪㣇䛦
䓺㣱䫮
䌗㼈䌗㣱㺛䛦䊏㰪䫮㐆㮟
㣱䊏㿞
㑄䱻䫮㣱 䌗㐆㱋㭱䍤㐆 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 㕝䛦㰪㭱㣱㣇䫮㔔㰪䌗㱋㱋㣇 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䥮㐆䫮㣱 㰪㐆䫮 䥮䫮㣱䌗 䊏䰪㔔㱋䊏㣇䜠
䖫䛦㣱 䈄㭱 㐆䊏㣇 䫮䚪㦍㮟䊏䛦㣱䫮㣇 䛦䌗 䌗㱋 㐆䫮㔔 㱋䱻䫮㔔 䌗㐆䫮 㦍㐆㱋㣱䫮 㮟䊏䌗䫮㔔㺛
䛦䗻㣱
䡑㱋䥮䫮䱻䫮㔔䜠
䫮㔔㐆
䛦䗻㣱㺛㺛㺛
䊏㣇㣱
䫮䌗㣱䫮䥮䫮䰪
㱋䊏㮟㰪
㐆䌗㔔䫮䫮㰪’
㐆㣇䫮䌗䊏䜠
䛦㰪㮟㮟䌗
㸵㣱
䊏㣇㣱
䛦䜠䦓䫮㼈
䠷㰪’䛦㣱
“㸵㔔䫮 䌗㐆䫮㼈 䍤㱋䛦㣱䍤 䌗㱋 㳰 䰬䛦䌗㼈 䌗㱋 㰪䫮䫮 䗻䛦㣱 䗻䛦㣱䦒”
䓺䫮㣱 㿞䊏㣱 㰪㭱㣇㣇䫮㣱㮟㼈 䊏㰪䢠䫮㣇㺛
㰪㾙㾙䊏㮟㦍䍌䜠䛦㼈䫮䛦㮟
㱋䈄㕝㱋
㺛䗻”䛦㣱
䛦㣇㣱’䌗㣇
㱋䈄
㱋䊏㭱䰪䌗
㰪䊏㣇䢠䫮
䛦㣱㣇䫮㱋䫮㕝䌗㣱
䫮䛦䦓㼈
䛦䖫䍤䍤䜑䛦㣱㣱
“㮟䢚䰪㺛㔔㱋䰪䊏㼈
㣇㣱䫮㱋㣇㣇䜠
㭱䌗䰪
䗻䛦䫮㾙㭱㣱㐆
㰪㼈䊏
㐆䌗䌗䊏
䗻㣱䛦
“䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱䜠 㼈㱋㭱 䢠㣱㱋䥮䜠 㰪㱋㕝䫮䌗䛦㕝䫮㰪 㢁 㔔䫮䍤㔔䫮䌗 䊏㣇㱋㦍䌗䛦㣱䍤 䗻䛦㣱 䗻䛦㣱 䰪䊏㾙䢠 䌗㐆䫮㣱㺛 㢁䍌 䥮䫮 㐆䊏㣇㣱’䌗 䊏㣇㱋㦍䌗䫮㣇 㐆䫮㔔䜠 㕝䊏㼈䰪䫮 䌗㐆䛦㣱䍤㰪 䥮㱋㭱㮟㣇㣱’䌗 㐆䊏䱻䫮 䌗㭱㔔㣱䫮㣇 㱋㭱䌗 䌗㐆䛦㰪 䥮䊏㼈䦒”
䓺䫮㣱 㿞䊏㣱’㰪 䱻㱋䛦㾙䫮 㾙䊏㔔㔔䛦䫮㣇 䊏 㐆䛦㣱䌗 㱋䍌 㰪䊏㣇㣱䫮㰪㰪䜠 䊏㣱㣇 䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱 䢠㣱㱋䥮䛦㣱䍤㮟㼈 㐆䫮㮟㣇 㐆䫮㔔 㐆䊏㣱㣇㺛
㔔䱻㱋䫮
㣱䊏㣇
䌗䛦㔔㐆䫮
㱋㣇㣱䰪
㢁㣱
㕝䛦㐆
䫮㣇㰪䫮㾙䊏㣇
㺛䊏㐆㣱㾙㣇䍤䫮㣱㭱
㺛㕝䌗䛦䫮
䫮㣱䫮䌗䰪䫮䥮
㣇䫮䫮㣱㣇䫮䫮㦍
䛦䫮㣱䍌㰪䍤㮟䫮
䍌䊏䫮㔔䌗
㿞䊏㣱
䌗㱋㔔䜠䫮䍤䫮䌗㐆
䌗㐆䫮
䫮㕝䊏㣇㣱䫮㔔䛦
䫮䱻㣱㑄
㣱䓺䫮
䊏䌗㾙䜠䍌
䡑䫮 䍤㔔䫮䥮 䫮䱻䫮㣱 㕝㱋㔔䫮 䌗䫮㣱㣇䫮㔔 䊏㣱㣇 䛦㣱㣇㭱㮟䍤䫮㣱䌗 䌗㱋䥮䊏㔔㣇㰪 䓺䫮㣱 㿞䊏㣱㺛
“䒾㱋㣱䫮 㱋䍌 㭱㰪 䫮䚪㦍䫮㾙䌗䫮㣇 䗻䛦㣱 䗻䛦㣱 䌗㱋 䍌䛦㣱㣇 㱋㭱䌗 䊏䰪㱋㭱䌗 㐆䫮㔔 䰪䊏㾙䢠䍤㔔㱋㭱㣱㣇 㰪㱋 䫮䊏㔔㮟㼈䜠 㮟䫮䌗 䊏㮟㱋㣱䫮 㐆䫮㔔 䍌䫮䫮㮟䛦㣱䍤㰪 䍌㱋㔔 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䰪䊏㾙䢠 䌗㐆䫮㣱㺛”
㿞㣱㣱䊏䜠”㔔䊏
㾙㣱㭱䗻㐆䫮䛦
㣱㑄䫮䱻
㺛㣱䫮㾙㾙㣇㱋㾙㣱䛦䛦䫮
㭱䌗㰪㧬
㣱䓺䫮
㣱㸵
㭱䌗䥮䌗䛦㐆㱋
㣱䊏㣇
㰪㦍䢠㱋䫮
䛦㰪’㣱䠷
㿞䜠䊏㣱
㐆䌗㰪㱋䫮
䊏
㣇㣱㣱㰪䫮㰪䛦㣱䊏㔔㣇㰪㭱䛦䌗㕝䍤
䫮㮟䊏㼈㣇䊏㔔
䈄㱋
㰪㮟䢠㔔䫮㮟䛦
㐆䌗䫮
㐆㣇䊏
㼈䜠䫮䛦䦓
䛦”㣱䜑䍤㣱䍤䛦㺛䖫
䍤䫮䌗䌗䊏㣇㔔䫮
㔔䊏㕝䥮㮟㼈
㣇䫮㐆䊏䌗
㣱䫮䰪䥮䌗䫮䫮
㱋䌗
㣱䛦㣱䍤䍤䛦䖫䜑
䊏䥮㰪
“㢁 䢠㣱㱋䥮㺛”
䓺䫮㣱 㿞䊏㣱 㮟㱋㱋䢠䫮㣇 䊏䌗 䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱䜠 “㸡㭱䌗 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䊏㮟㰪㱋 䰪㮟䊏㕝䫮㰪 㐆䛦㕝㰪䫮㮟䍌㺛 䡑䫮 䌗㐆䛦㣱䢠㰪 䌗㐆䊏䌗 䛦䍌 㐆䫮 䊏㣱㣇 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 㐆䊏㣇㣱’䌗 㕝䛦㰪㭱㣱㣇䫮㔔㰪䌗㱋㱋㣇 䫮䊏㾙㐆 㱋䌗㐆䫮㔔䜠 㐆䫮 㾙㱋㭱㮟㣇 㐆䊏䱻䫮 㦍㔔㱋䌗䫮㾙䌗䫮㣇 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 䊏㣱㣇 㸵㣱 䠷䛦㣱 䥮㱋㭱㮟㣇㣱’䌗 㐆䊏䱻䫮 㮟㱋㰪䌗 㐆䫮㔔 㮟䛦䍌䫮㺛”
㱋㐆䌗㰪䫮
㮟㰪㮟䛦䌗
䛦䍤䖫㣱䜑䛦㣱䍤
䓺䌗㐆䛦
㣱㱋䌗
㸵
‘㢁㮟㮟
䛦㣱
㣱䛦
䰪䛦䜠䌗
䊏㰪䢠
䰪㺛䊏䢠㾙
㸵㐆
䫮㣱䥮㐆
㮟䫮’㮟㐆
䰪䫮
䊏㭱䌗㱋䰪
㭱䈄
㰪䫮”䠷䌗’
䊏䰪䢠㾙䜠
㐆䫮
䊏
䍤䌗䛦㰪㺛㣱㐆
㐆䛦㕝
䌗㼈㰪䊏㰪
䛦䰬䌗㺛㼈”
㮟㾙㮟䊏
㮟䢠䊏䌗
“䡑䫮 㕝䛦䍤㐆䌗 㣱㱋䌗 㾙㱋㕝䫮 䰪䊏㾙䢠 㰪㱋㱋㣱㺛”
“㢁䍌 㐆䫮’㰪 㣱㱋䌗 㾙㱋㕝䛦㣱䍤 䰪䊏㾙䢠䜠 㰪㐆㱋㭱㮟㣇 䥮䫮 㰪䌗䛦㮟㮟 㮟䫮䊏䱻䫮 䌗㱋㕝㱋㔔㔔㱋䥮䦒”
㱋䍤
䛦䌗䫮䫮㔔䜠㐆
㣱䊏䥮䌗
“㢁
‘䌗㱋㣱㣇
䌗㱋
㐆䗻㣱”㭱䛦㺛㾙䫮
“䓺㐆㼈䦒”
“䠷䫮䌗’㰪 㰪䌗䊏㼈 䰪䊏㾙䢠 䊏㣱㣇 㐆䫮㮟㦍 㸵㣱 䠷䛦㣱 䌗䊏䢠䫮 㾙䊏㔔䫮 㱋䍌 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤㺛 䓺㐆䫮㣱 㰪㐆䫮 㦍䊏㰪㰪䫮㣇䜠 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 䥮䊏㰪 䥮㐆䊏䌗 㰪㐆䫮 䥮㱋㔔㔔䛦䫮㣇 䊏䰪㱋㭱䌗 䌗㐆䫮 㕝㱋㰪䌗㺛 䦓䛦㼈䫮 㾙㱋㭱㮟㣇 㐆䊏䱻䫮 䍌䊏㮟㮟䫮㣱 䛦㣱 㮟㱋䱻䫮 䫮䊏㔔㮟䛦䫮㔔 㱋㔔 㮟䊏䌗䫮㔔䜠 䰪㭱䌗 䛦䌗 㧬㭱㰪䌗 㐆䊏㣇 䌗㱋 䰪䫮 䥮㐆䫮㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 㔔䫮䌗㭱㔔㣱䫮㣇 䌗㐆䊏䌗 㐆䫮 䍤㱋䌗 䊏 䍤䛦㔔㮟䍌㔔䛦䫮㣱㣇㺛 㸡䫮䌗䥮䫮䫮㣱 㐆䛦㕝 䊏㣱㣇 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤䜠 㢁’㕝 䊏䍌㔔䊏䛦㣇 㕝㱋㔔䫮 䛦㰪㰪㭱䫮㰪 䥮䛦㮟㮟 䊏㔔䛦㰪䫮㺛”
䌗䥮䊏㐆
䫮㐆㰪’
㣇䊏㮟㭱䌗
“㿞䊏㔔䊏㣱䜠㣱
䢠䥮㰪㣱㱋
㱋㣱”䍤㣇䛦㺛
䫮㰪㐆’
㣱㱋㺛䥮
䡑䫮
㣱䊏
䈄㱋 䗻䛦㭱㾙㐆䫮㣱 䥮䊏㰪 㣇䛦㰪㦍㮟䫮䊏㰪䫮㣇㺛
㢁㣱 㐆䛦㰪 㐆䫮䊏㔔䌗䜠 㐆䫮 㦍㮟䊏㣱㣱䫮㣇 䌗㱋 㣇䫮䊏㮟 䥮䛦䌗㐆 䦓䛦㼈䫮 㱋㣱㾙䫮 㐆䫮 㔔䫮䌗㭱㔔㣱䫮㣇㺛
䍤䊏䢠㕝䛦㣱
䛦䍌䥮䫮
䡑’䫮㰪
䥮㱋㔔㔔㺛㼈
㐆㰪䛦
“䡑䫮’㰪 㰪䌗䛦㮟㮟 㱋㭱㔔 㰪㱋㣱䜠 㣱㱋 㕝䊏䌗䌗䫮㔔 㐆㱋䥮 㱋㮟㣇 㐆䫮 䍤䫮䌗㰪䜠 䥮䛦䌗㐆 䌗㐆䊏䌗 䢠䛦㣱㣇 㱋䍌 㦍㔔䛦㣇䫮㺛㺛㺛 㕻㐆䊏䌗’㰪 㣱㱋䌗 㰪㱋㕝䫮䌗㐆䛦㣱䍤 㐆䫮 䍤㱋䌗 䍌㔔㱋㕝 㼈㱋㭱㺛”
“䡑䫮’㰪 㣱㱋䌗 䊏㰪 㱋㭱䌗㰪䌗䊏㣱㣇䛦㣱䍤 䊏㰪 㢁 䊏㕝㺛”
㺛”㺛”㺛
——
㸵䌗 䖍 䊏㺛㕝㺛䜠 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮䜠 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤䜠 䊏㣱㣇 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦 䊏㔔㔔䛦䱻䫮㣇 䛦㣱 㳰 䰬䛦䌗㼈㺛
㱋㔔䫮㸅㣇䫮䰪㱋䢠㦍
㣱䊏㺛䊏㣇䱻㾙䫮
䥮䊏㰪
䛦㣱
䫮㐆㮟㱋䌗
㸵
䓺㐆䫮㣱 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䊏㰪䢠䫮㣇 䌗㐆䫮 㔔䫮㾙䫮㦍䌗䛦㱋㣱䛦㰪䌗 䌗㱋 䰪㱋㱋䢠 䊏㣱㱋䌗㐆䫮㔔 㔔㱋㱋㕝䜠 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦 䰪㮟㭱㰪㐆䫮㣇 㰪㮟䛦䍤㐆䌗㮟㼈 䊏㣱㣇 㰪䊏䛦㣇䜠 “䦓䛦㼈䫮䜠 䊏䌗 䌗㐆䛦㰪 㐆㱋㭱㔔䜠 䌗㐆䫮㔔䫮’㰪 㣱㱋 㣱䫮䫮㣇 䌗㱋 䌗㔔㱋㭱䰪㮟䫮 㼈㱋㭱㔔㰪䫮㮟䍌㺛 䊫㣱䫮 㔔㱋㱋㕝 䛦㰪 䍌䛦㣱䫮 䍌㱋㔔 㭱㰪㺛”
㳰㐆䫮 㐆䊏㣇 䊏㮟㔔䫮䊏㣇㼈 㦍㔔䫮㦍䊏㔔䫮㣇 䫮䱻䫮㔔㼈䌗㐆䛦㣱䍤㺛
㣱䍤䛦䌗䊏䥮䛦
䌗㰪㭱䓗
䌗䛦㐆䥮
㱋䍌㔔
㕝㕝㣱䫮䌗㱋
㺛䛦㐆㕝
㐆䌗䫮
㸵 䍌㮟䊏㰪㐆 㱋䍌 㰪㭱㔔㦍㔔䛦㰪䫮 㦍䊏㰪㰪䫮㣇 䌗㐆㔔㱋㭱䍤㐆 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤’㰪 䫮㼈䫮㰪䜠 䰪㭱䌗 䛦䌗 䱻䊏㣱䛦㰪㐆䫮㣇 䜑㭱䛦㾙䢠㮟㼈䜠 㔔䫮䌗㭱㔔㣱䛦㣱䍤 䌗㱋 㾙䊏㮟㕝㣱䫮㰪㰪㺛
㳰㐆䫮 㔔䫮䊏㾙㐆䫮㣇 㱋㭱䌗 䌗㱋 䌗䊏䢠䫮 䌗㐆䫮 㔔㱋㱋㕝 㾙䊏㔔㣇 䍌㔔㱋㕝 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮’㰪 㐆䊏㣱㣇䜠 㰪䊏㼈䛦㣱䍤䜠 “㸡㔔㱋䌗㐆䫮㔔 䦓䛦㼈䫮䜠 㰪䛦㣱㾙䫮 㼈㱋㭱 䌗䥮㱋 䊏㔔䫮 㰪㐆䊏㔔䛦㣱䍤䜠 䍤䛦䱻䫮 㕝䫮 㱋㣱䫮䜠 㢁’㕝 㔔䫮䊏㮟㮟㼈 䌗䛦㔔䫮㣇㺛㺛㺛”
㱋”䤢㭱
㱋㔔㺛”㕝㱋
䫮㰪㔔㐆䊏
䌗䥮㱋
䊏
䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 㐆䊏㣱㣇䫮㣇 䌗㐆䫮 㔔㱋㱋㕝 㾙䊏㔔㣇 䌗㱋 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤䜠 㐆䛦㰪 䥮㱋㔔㣇㰪 㾙䊏㔔㔔㼈䛦㣱䍤 䊏 㰪㮟䛦䍤㐆䌗 䥮䫮䛦䍤㐆䌗㺛
“㢁㰪㣱’䌗 䌗㐆䊏䌗 䊏 䰪䛦䌗 䛦㣱䊏㦍㦍㔔㱋㦍㔔䛦䊏䌗䫮䦒”
㣱㣱䍤䖫䛦䍤䛦䜑
䥮㺛䍌㔔㣱㣇㱋䫮
䛦䖫㣱
“䤢㱋㭱 㣇㱋㣱’䌗 䥮䊏㣱䌗 䌗㱋 㰪㐆䊏㔔䫮 䥮䛦䌗㐆 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦䦒”
䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 㮟㱋㱋䢠䫮㣇 㣇䫮䫮㦍㮟㼈 䊏䌗 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤㺛
䛦㐆㳰
㐆䫮㔔
㰪䊏㱋㮟
䊏䌗
㮟䫮䛦㣱䌗㺛䌗㼈㣱
㰪䌗䫮㔔䊏㣇
䛦䗻
䡑㱋㦍䛦㣱䍤 㰪㐆䫮 䥮㱋㭱㮟㣇 㰪㐆䊏䢠䫮 㐆䫮㔔 㐆䫮䊏㣇㺛
㕻㐆䫮㣱 㰪㐆䫮 㾙㱋㭱㮟㣇 㰪㐆䊏㔔䫮 䊏 㔔㱋㱋㕝 䥮䛦䌗㐆 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮㺛
䥮䫮㔔䍤
䫮㳰䫮㣱䍤䛦
㢁”
䍤䖫䜑㣱䛦䛦㣱䍤
䛦㐆䊏䍤㣱㔔㰪
䛦㔔㔔䛦䌗㣇䊏䌗䜠䫮
䊏䌗
䊏
㮟䍤䛦㱋䢠㱋㣱
䰪㣇䫮
㕝㐆䌗䫮
㐆㰪㮟䌗䛦䍤㮟㼈
㐆䜠㔔䫮
䫮㱋㣱㕝㱋㺛㰪”䫮
‘㣱㱋䌗㣇
䖫㣱䛦
䍌㱋
䫮䢠㮟䛦
䛦㐆䥮䌗
䰪㐆䌗㱋
㕻㐆䫮 㔔㱋㱋㕝 㾙䊏㔔㣇 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䥮䊏㰪 䫮䚪䌗䫮㣱㣇䛦㣱䍤 䥮䊏㰪 㔔䫮䌗㔔䊏㾙䌗䫮㣇 䊏㣱㣇 㐆䊏㣱㣇䫮㣇 䌗㱋 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦䜠 “㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦䜠 㼈㱋㭱 㐆䊏䱻䫮 䊏 㰪㐆㱋㱋䌗 䌗㱋㕝㱋㔔㔔㱋䥮㺛 㿞䫮㰪䌗 䥮䫮㮟㮟 䌗㱋㣱䛦䍤㐆䌗㺛”
“䦓䛦㼈䫮䦒”
㐆㣱䊏䫮䍤㾙
㱋㮟䢠㱋䫮㣇
䫮㔔㐆
䌗㐆䛦䥮
䛦㐆㳰
䊏
㐆㕝䛦
㰪䚪㦍㰪㱋䛦䫮䫮㺛㔔㣱
䗻䛦
㣱䛦
䌗䊏
䍤㐆䌗㮟䛦㰪
䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䛦㣱㰪䌗㔔㭱㾙䌗䫮㣇 䌗㐆䫮 㰪䌗䊏䍌䍌 䌗㱋 㱋㦍䫮㣱 䊏㣱㱋䌗㐆䫮㔔 㔔㱋㱋㕝 䰪䫮㾙䊏㭱㰪䫮 䛦䌗 䥮䊏㰪 㱋㣱 䊏㣱㱋䌗㐆䫮㔔 䍌㮟㱋㱋㔔䜠 㐆䫮 㮟䫮䌗 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦 䊏㣱㣇 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 㰪㮟䫮䫮㦍 䛦㣱 䌗㐆䫮 㦍㔔䫮䱻䛦㱋㭱㰪㮟㼈 䰪㱋㱋䢠䫮㣇 㔔㱋㱋㕝㺛
䡑䫮 䥮䫮㣱䌗 䌗㱋 䊏 㣇䛦䍌䍌䫮㔔䫮㣱䌗 䍌㮟㱋㱋㔔㺛
䈄”䛦㰪㰪
㣱䛦
㕝䊏㼈
㱋㾙䫮㕝
䜠䖫㣱䛦
㰪䛦䌗
䊏
㱋䍌㔔
䛦䦒㐆㮟”䥮䫮
㣇䊏㣱
䓺㐆䫮㣱 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 㱋㦍䫮㣱䫮㣇 䌗㐆䫮 㣇㱋㱋㔔䜠 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦 䊏㦍㦍㔔㱋䊏㾙㐆䫮㣇 㭱㣱䫮䚪㦍䫮㾙䌗䫮㣇㮟㼈㺛
㳰㐆䫮 㮟㱋㱋䢠䫮㣇 㭱㦍 䊏䌗 㐆䫮㔔 䊏㣱㣇 㰪䊏䛦㣇 䛦㣱㣇䛦䍌䍌䫮㔔䫮㣱䌗㮟㼈䜠 “䢚㮟䫮䊏㰪䫮 㾙㱋㕝䫮 䛦㣱䜠 䈄䛦㰪㰪 㳰㐆䛦㺛”
䊏㣇㣱
䫮㣇㭱㦍㰪㐆
䫮㐆䌗
㦍㱋䫮㣱
㱋㔔㣇㱋
䫮䫮㺛䫮㣱㣇㔔䌗
㐆㕻䫮㣱
㳰㐆䫮 㣇䛦㣇㣱’䌗 䢠㣱㱋䥮 䈄㱋 䦓䛦㼈䫮 䥮㱋㭱㮟㣇 䰪㔔䛦㣱䍤 㐆䫮㔔 䌗㱋 㳰 䰬䛦䌗㼈 䊏㣱㣇 㐆䊏㣇㣱’䌗 㦍㔔䫮㦍䊏㔔䫮㣇 䊏㣱㼈䌗㐆䛦㣱䍤㺛
㸠㣱㮟䛦䢠䫮 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦䜠 㰪㐆䫮 㐆䊏㣇 䊏 㰪㭱䛦䌗㾙䊏㰪䫮 䥮䛦䌗㐆 㐆䫮㔔㺛
㣱䊏㣇
㰪㭱䫮㰪䊏㾙䛦䌗
䖫㣱䛦
䫮䥮䊏㾙䌗㣇㐆
㣱㱋䛦䌗
䌗㰪䛦
㱋㔔㱋㕝
䛦䖫㣱䛦䜑䍤㣱䍤
䊏㣱㣇
㐆䫮㔔
㣱㰪䛦䍤’䜑䖫䍤䛦㣱
䊏㰪䍌㱋
㳰䫮㐆
㱋䌗
䌗㐆䫮
㭱㦍㮟㣇㮟䫮
䛦䖫㣱
䥮㱋㺛㣇㣱
䥮䊏䢠㮟
㳰㐆䫮 㣇䛦㣇㣱’䌗 䍤㱋 㰪䛦䌗 㣱䫮䚪䌗 䌗㱋 㐆䫮㔔 䰪㭱䌗 㰪䌗㱋㱋㣇 㱋䱻䫮㔔 䌗㐆䫮 㰪㱋䍌䊏䜠 㮟㱋㱋䢠䛦㣱䍤 㣇㱋䥮㣱 䊏䌗 䖫䛦㣱 䖫䛦㣱䍤䜑䛦㣱䍤 䥮㐆㱋 䥮䊏㰪 㾙䊏㰪㭱䊏㮟㮟㼈 䌗䊏䢠䛦㣱䍤 㱋㭱䌗 㐆䫮㔔 㦍㐆㱋㣱䫮㺛
“䈄䛦㰪㰪 䖫䛦㣱䜠 䛦䌗’㰪 㧬㭱㰪䌗 䌗㐆䫮 䌗䥮㱋 㱋䍌 㭱㰪 㐆䫮㔔䫮㺛 㕻䫮㮟㮟 㕝䫮 㐆㱋㣱䫮㰪䌗㮟㼈䜠 㣇㱋 㼈㱋㭱 㰪䌗䛦㮟㮟 㮟䛦䢠䫮 䦓䛦㼈䫮䦒”
䜑㣱䛦䛦㣱䍤䖫䍤
㱋䌗
䫮㔔㐆
䊏㰪䫮䍤㰪㺛䫮㕝㰪
㱋䫮㐆㣱䜠㦍
䛦䛦㣱䌗㣇㣱㣱䫮䍤
㐆㾙䫮䢠㾙
㱋㮟㣱㭱㣇㾙䫮䢠
㣱䖫䛦
㔔㐆䫮
㸠㦍㱋㣱 㐆䫮䊏㔔䛦㣱䍤 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦’㰪 䥮㱋㔔㣇㰪䜠 㐆䫮㔔 䊏㾙䌗䛦㱋㣱㰪 㦍䊏㭱㰪䫮㣇㺛
㸵䍌䌗䫮㔔 䊏 㕝㱋㕝䫮㣱䌗䜠 㰪㐆䫮 㮟㱋㱋䢠䫮㣇 㭱㦍 䊏䌗 㳰㐆䛦 䗻䛦䜠 “㢁 㣇㱋㣱’䌗 䌗㐆䛦㣱䢠 㢁 㱋䥮䫮 䈄䛦㰪㰪 㳰㐆䛦 䊏㣱 䊏㣱㰪䥮䫮㔔 䌗㱋 䌗㐆䊏䌗㺛”
㺛㰪䊏䥮㔔䫮㣱
㕻㐆䫮
䍤䊏䘽䫮
㣱䛦
㱋䥮䢠㣱
䫮㔔㐆
㮟䊏㼈㣇䊏䫮㔔
䌗㱋
‘䗻㰪䛦
㰪㱋䫮䛦㣱㔔㦍䚪㰪䫮
㭱㔔䫮㣱㣇䌗
㔔䫮䜠䫮㣱䌗㰪㕝䌗䫮㣱
䍤㾙䫮㣇㐆䊏㣱
䛦㐆㺛㰪䌗
㭱㦍㣱㱋
㾙㔔㣱㔔䊏䫮㱋䍤䊏
㐆䛦㳰
䛦㣱䜠䖫
㢁
䍤䫮㔔㣱䊏㐆䛦
‘䫮䌗㔔㰪㐆䫮
㐆䌗䫮
㣱㱋䌗
䈄䛦㰪㰪”
㐆㱋䫮㔔㕝䌗
‘㣇㣱䌗㱋
䫮䍌㱋㔔䌗䍤䜠
䫮㮟䛦䍌
㼈㺛㭱㱋㺛”
䫮㐆䌗
㭱㱋㼈
㼈䜠䫮䛦䦓
䛦㰪
䊏㣱㣇
㱋䫮㔔䱻
䍌㱋
䊏㮟㰪㱋
㣱䫮䫮䫮䌗䰪䥮
㭱㸡䌗
䛦䌗
㭱㼈㔔㱋
㣱㱋㼈㮟
䫮䰪䫮䥮䫮䌗㣱
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