Novel Full Chapter 2246: Chapter 50: Will You Come Back to Me Again?
Chapter 2246: Chapter 50: Will You Come Back to Me Again?
Qin Qingqing’s small face changed slightly.
Her thoughts became chaotic due to Mo Ziye’s words.
She looked at his cold, stern profile and instinctively pursed her lips, “Say what?”
What did he want to hear?
Mo Ziye was already very angry.
This caused a mocking smile to form at the corner of his mouth, “Four years ago, you broke up with me because of your misunderstanding. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Compared to the cold, stern tone just now, his words were filled with sarcasm.
Qin Qingqing’s face suddenly turned pale.
Her heart felt as if it was pierced by an invisible steel needle, and a pang of pain spread instantly.
She couldn’t stop it even if she tried.
“Brother Ziyi, I’m sorry, it was my misunderstanding back then.”
Back then, she misunderstood him, then her mother passed away, and later she hurriedly went abroad…
She indeed owed him an apology.
Since it involved her mother An Lin, Qin Qingqing had always been unable to move on.
When she was abroad, she once suffered from mild depression due to recurring nightmares… the wound was mercilessly torn open again by him, and once more she turned pale with pain.
“Is there nothing else but sorry?”
Mo Ziye ignored Qin Qingqing’s sadness and pressed on cruelly.
However, the confusion in Qin Qingqing’s eyes made his heart knot with frustration.
She didn’t know what else he wanted her to say.
She actually didn’t know.
Mo Ziye gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter.
After a long time, Qin Qingqing’s voice sounded again, “Brother Ziyi, besides sorry, I don’t know what else to say.”
She still remembered the resolute words they exchanged when they broke up.
It was not just her; he was equally resolute.
On the day she went abroad, he stood before the security gate and spoke to her, “Qin Qingqing, think carefully. If you walk in, there will never be a possibility between us again.”
The girl looked mournful, “…”
In the end, he was the first to turn and leave the airport.
Ever since four years ago, there was no possibility between them anymore.
He was the kind of person who did what he said.
So, he started dating before she returned.
The car was filled with suffocating silence.
Qin Qingqing looked at the man beside her, his fingers on the steering wheel slightly tinged with blue, and her heart felt a sharp pain.
It wasn’t until the car drove out of the city towards the suburbs that Qin Qingqing suddenly realized, “Brother Ziyi, where are we going?”
“To see Aunt An.”
His words were devoid of any warmth.
He heard it in Qin Qingqing’s ear, and her heart seized painfully.
Since returning to the country, it was the first time he accompanied her to visit her mother.
She knew that during these four years, he often visited her mother.
When Mo Ziye held the fresh flowers that An Lin liked when she was alive and walked in front of Qin Qingqing, step by step approaching An Lin’s tombstone.
Waves of emotions surged once again in Qin Qingqing’s heart.
Before the tombstone, he crouched down, placed the bouquet on the ground in front of the tombstone.
Then he stood up, bowed three times to An Lin, and his warm, deep voice resonated in the quiet cemetery of the morning, “Good morning, Aunt An.”
He turned his gaze and his eyes fell on the slender figure beside him.
From the depths of his deep, dark eyes, an emotion flickered, and he raised his hand to hold hers at her side.
He felt her hand stiffen slightly.
His gaze darkened, and he tightened his grip on her hand.
Thankfully, she only stiffened in his palm, not attempting to pull away.
After looking up at him briefly, she turned her gaze away, looking at the gentle smile on An Lin’s tombstone.
“Aunt An, for the past four years, I have come to visit you alone. I said before that when Qingqing returned to the country, I would accompany her to visit you…”
Listening to Mo Ziye’s warm, deep voice, a mist unknowingly covered Qin Qingqing’s eyes.
Her lips pressed tight, allowing the grief in her heart to overflow.
Suddenly, Mo Ziye’s gaze moved from the tombstone, he turned to lock eyes with her, asking word by word, “Do you want to come back to me?”
Qin Qingqing’s heart paused abruptly.
Her beautiful almond eyes widened in shock, unable to discern whether they held shock, sadness, or conflict, struggle… too many emotions intertwined, fluctuating, finally fading away bit by bit.
But in just a moment, it felt like experiencing a tidal ebb and flow.
Mo Ziye kept staring at her, watching every emotional change she had.
His heart felt like it was being tightened and tightened again, in such a way he couldn’t even tell what the feeling was.
“I… “
“Think carefully before answering.”
Her words were coldly interrupted by him just after she opened her mouth.
He released her hand and turned his head again, looking at An Lin on the tombstone.
But his words were directed at Qin Qingqing, “If you go back to the Imperial City, Aunt An will be left alone in G City.”
“I never said I would go back.”
This time, Qin Qingqing answered quickly.
The tone carried a hint of urgency.
As if afraid that he would once again prevent her from speaking like just now if she was late even by a second.
The man beside her turned his head again.
An emotion flashed across his devastatingly handsome face, his eyes locked on her silently.
Qin Qingqing licked her lips that were a little dry and said, “My father spends half the year in the Imperial City accompanying my grandparents, so if I leave again, my mother will be lonely.”
“Are you sure, do you keep your word?”
“I will try my best to make time to accompany them, but G City will always be my home.”
Tears welled up in Qin Qingqing’s eyes.
Yet she met his penetrating gaze calmly.
This will always be her home.
The indifference and chill in the depths of Mo Ziye’s eyes were like encountering a spring breeze, completely dispelled, even though she hadn’t answered his previous question yet.
But she promised never to return to the Imperial City and not come back, this will always be her home.
In his heart, he felt at ease.
Even though there were still many issues between them.
However, solving one problem meant one less problem.
He became a bit more patient, his lips curling slightly, he raised his hand, long fingers caressing her cheek.
The slightly rough pads of his fingers met her tender skin, sparking a shiver between them.
Ripples emerged in his heart as well.
Wiping away the sparkle on her eyelashes, he ignored the faint pain in his heart, his gentle voice carrying reassuring firmness and confidence, “I will avenge Aunt An.”
“Brother Ziyi…”
“Don’t say you don’t need me to avenge Aunt An.”
“Brother Ziyi, can you tell me the truth?” Qin Qingqing shook her head; she wasn’t trying to say she didn’t want him to avenge her mother.
Mo Ziye’s gaze shifted slightly, he said coolly, “What?”
Qin Qingqing raised her hand again to wipe her eyes, gently asked, “Is your relationship with Shi Xi related to avenging my mother?”
“If you want to know the answer, exchange it for the question I asked.”
After Mo Ziye finished speaking, he said a few words to An Lin and then turned around to leave.
Qin Qingqing looked at his resolute back, pressed her lips tightly, and quickly caught up with him.
䑱䉶䴶
㥫㜜㥫䉶
䬝䞓
老
露
擄
蘆
䁾䬝㥫㿨
虜
㣠㯜䣕䛪
老
䑱䯄㜜䡥
㜜䉶䴞䋙䴶
䡥䊙㯜䛪
櫓
盧
㥫䌾㯜䴶䁾
㿨䉶䑱㥫䡥䩝䁾
盧
盧
䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 㿨㯜䉶䣕㥫䛪 䯄䉶䦔 㜜䬝 㑱䬝䁾 㜜䬝 䩝㯜㯜䘯 㨣䘯 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䯄䡥䴶 䘯䉶䦱㯜䴞
䆡䘯㯜㿨䡥㿨䁾 㜜䯄㯜 䦱䉶䣕 䦔䬝䬝䣕 䉶㿨䦔 䴶䡥㜜㜜䡥㿨䁾 䡥㿨 㜜䯄㯜 䘯䉶䴶䴶㯜㿨䁾㯜䣕 䴶㯜䉶㜜䌾 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 㜜㨣䣕㿨㯜䦔 㜜䬝 㥫䬝䬝䩝 䉶㜜 㜜䯄㯜 䱫䉶㿨 㿨㯜㫗㜜 㜜䬝 䯄㯜䣕 䑱䯄䬝 䯄䉶䦔 䋙䉶䴶㜜㯜㿨㯜䦔 䯄䡥䴶 䴶㯜䉶㜜 㑾㯜㥫㜜 䉶㿨䦔 䑱䉶䴶 㜜䉶䩝䡥㿨䁾 䬝㨣㜜 䉶 䦱䡥䁾䉶䣕㯜㜜㜜㯜䴞
㱻䯄㯜
䋙䣕㨣䬝䦔䣕䑱㯜
䡥䯄㜜䑱
䌾䊙䡥䛪䡥
㨣䬝䛪
㨣䣕㑾㯜㥫㜜䦔
䌾䬝㨣㜜
䣕㑾䬝䑱䴶
㨣䘯
“䣕㾠㜜㯜䯄䣕䬝
䴶㥫䡥䛪䁾㜜㥫䯄
䡥䯄㱻
㿨䉶䦔
㑾䩝䣕㯜䉶
䴞㠹䡥”
㨣䬝䦔䴶㥫䯄
䣕㯜䯄
㖅䯄㯜 䱫䉶㿨’䴶 䉶䦱㜜䡥䬝㿨 䬝䋙 㜜䉶䩝䡥㿨䁾 䬝㨣㜜 䉶 䦱䡥䁾䉶䣕㯜㜜㜜㯜 䘯䉶㨣䴶㯜䦔䴞
䲋 䱫䬝䱫㯜㿨㜜 㥫䉶㜜㯜䣕䌾 䯄䡥䴶 䯄䉶㿨䦔䴶䬝䱫㯜 䋙䉶䦱㯜 䴶㥫䬝䑱㥫䛪 㜜㨣䣕㿨㯜䦔 㜜䬝䑱䉶䣕䦔䴶 䯄㯜䣕䴞
㯜䁾䉶㯚
䬝䋙
䡥㥫㿨㯜
㿨䡥䯄㜜
㥫䴶䡥䘯
䯄㿨䡥㜜
䬝䋙
䴶䦱䬝㥫䴞䦔䴶㿨㯜
䌾㯜䣕䯄
䉶䯄䘯䴶䣕
䋙䡥㫗㯜䦔
䡥䯄䴶
䴶䡥䘗
䉶
䴶䴶䡥㯜㿨䣕䘯䁾
䯄㥫䁾㜜㜜䡥䛪
㿨䬝
㯜䦔䌾䘯㯜
䯄㯜㜜
㜜䯄䡥䑱
䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾’䴶 䯄㯜䉶䣕㜜 䑱䉶䴶 㑾㯜䉶㜜䡥㿨䁾 㣠㯜䣕䛪 䋙䉶䴶㜜䴞
䲋㥫䱫䬝䴶㜜 㯜䣕䣕䉶㜜䡥䦱䉶㥫㥫䛪䴞
㨣䦱䬝㿨䦔㜜䡥㯜㿨䌾
“䬃
㯜䦔䴶䘯㯜䡥䦔䴶
䯄㯜䋙㥫䣕䴶㯜
䞓䬝
䴶㯜䛪䌾㯜
䣕䯄㜜䡥䦔
㯜䯄䴶
䬝䘯䦔䣕㿨㨣䋙䬝
䯄㜜㯜
㑾㯜
䦔䬝㜜㿨’
䊙㯜䡥’䛪䴶
㿨䉶䦔
䬝㜜
㯜㜜䴶㥫㯜䦔㯜
㜜”䣕䛪䉶䴞䘯
㿨䑱䉶㜜
㶙䦱㿨䉶䡥䁾
䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪㯜 䴶㜜䡥㥫㥫 䴶䉶䡥䦔 㿨䬝㜜䯄䡥㿨䁾䴞
㖅䯄㯜 㥫䡥㿨㯜 䬝䋙 䯄䡥䴶 㥫䡥䘯䴶 䘯䣕㯜䴶䴶㯜䦔 㯜㣠㯜㿨 㜜䡥䁾䯄㜜㯜䣕䴞
䁾䉶㯚㯜
䴶䘗䡥
㿨䬝
䉶䯄䘯䣕䴞䴶㯜䣕
㯜㯜㑾䱫䦱䉶
䣕㯜䯄
䘗㯜 䦔䡥䦔 㿨䬝㜜 䴶㯜㯜䱫 䘯㥫㯜䉶䴶㯜䦔 㑾䛪 䯄㯜䣕 䑱䬝䣕䦔䴶䴞
䲋䘯䘯䉶䣕㯜㿨㜜㥫䛪䌾 䯄㯜 䑱䉶䴶 㿨䬝㜜 䴶䉶㜜䡥䴶䋙䡥㯜䦔 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䯄㯜䣕 䉶㿨䴶䑱㯜䣕䴞
㿨㓌䁾㿨䡥䁾䡥䌁
㿨䦔䉶
䬝䩝䴶㯜䘯
㯜䴞㑾㥫㜜
䯄㯜䴶
㯜䯄䣕
㯜䉶㜜䦔䣕㣠㯜
䁾䉶㯚㯜
䉶㯜䴶㜜
䦔䉶㯜䯄
䋙㯜䉶㜜䣕
䑱䬝䦔㯜䣕㥫㯜
㜜㯜䋙䉶䴶㿨
㯜䯄䣕
䡥㿨䌁
䣕䯄㯜
䌾䦔䬝䴶䑱䣕
䯄䴶㯜㜜㯜
䣕䘗䬝䑱䌾㣠㯜㯜
䬝㜜
㖅䯄㯜 䦱䉶䣕 䑱䉶䴶 䬝㿨䦱㯜 䉶䁾䉶䡥㿨 䋙䡥㥫㥫㯜䦔 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䴶䡥㥫㯜㿨䦱㯜䴞
䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪㯜’䴶 䁾䉶㯚㯜 䦔䡥䦔 㿨䬝㜜 㥫㯜䉶㣠㯜 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾䌾 䉶㿨䦔 䉶䋙㜜㯜䣕 䉶 㥫䬝㿨䁾 㜜䡥䱫㯜䌾 䯄㯜 䋙䡥㿨䉶㥫㥫䛪 䴶㜜䉶䣕㜜㯜䦔 㜜䯄㯜 䦱䉶䣕 䉶㿨䦔 䴶䉶䡥䦔 䦱䬝㥫䦔㥫䛪䌾 “㒧䉶䡥㜜 㨣㿨㜜䡥㥫 㱻䯄䡥 㠹䡥 䘯㨣㑾㥫䡥䦱㥫䛪 䉶䘯䬝㥫䬝䁾䡥㯚㯜䴶 㜜䬝 䛪䬝㨣䴞”
㓌’䁾䁾䡥㿨䴶䡥䌁㿨
䌁䡥㿨
㯜䋙㜜㥫
䴶䬝㿨㯜
䣕㨣䴶䴞䬝
㫗㿨䉶㯜䡥㑾㥫㥫䡥䛪䘯䦱
㾠㯜䦱䉶㨣䴶㯜 䬝䋙 䑱䯄䉶㜜 䯄㯜 䴶䉶䡥䦔䴞
㱻䯄㯜 䦱䬝㨣㥫䦔㿨’㜜 㓌㨣䡥㜜㯜 㜜㯜㥫㥫 䡥䋙 䑱䯄䉶㜜 䴶㨣䣕䁾㯜䦔 䡥㿨 䯄㯜䣕 䯄㯜䉶䣕㜜 䑱䉶䴶 䱫䬝䣕㯜 䬝䋙 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䱫䬝㣠㯜䦔䌾 䬝䣕 䡥䋙 䡥㜜 䑱䉶䴶 䁾䣕䡥㯜㣠䉶㿨䦱㯜䌾 䴶䉶䦔㿨㯜䴶䴶䌾 䉶㿨䦔 䴶䬝䱫㯜 䡥㿨㯜㫗䘯㥫䡥䦱䉶㑾㥫㯜 㯜䱫䬝㜜䡥䬝㿨䴶䴞
䣕䯄㯜
㥫䉶䛪䦔䉶㯜䣕
䴶㜜䯄䡥
䱫”㿨䣕䡥䴞㿨䁾䬝
㯜㱻䯄
㜜㿨䬝
㯜䴶䯄
㿨䛪䴶䉶㯜䌾䴶䦱㯜䣕
䉶䯄㯜䦔䌾
䬝”㜜㾠䣕㯜䯄䣕
䡥䴶’㜜
䴶䯄䩝䬝䬝
㥫䘯䁾䡥㯜䦔䬝㯚䉶䬝
䛪䊙䌾䡥䡥
㱻䯄㯜 䦔䡥䦔㿨’㜜 䑱䉶㿨㜜 䯄䡥䱫 㜜䬝 䯄䉶㣠㯜 䉶㿨䛪 䱫䬝䣕㯜 㜜䡥㯜䴶 䑱䡥㜜䯄 㱻䯄䡥 㠹䡥䴞
䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪㯜 䁾㥫䉶㿨䦱㯜䦔 䉶㜜 䯄㯜䣕䌾 “䲋䴶 㥫䬝㿨䁾 䉶䴶 䬃’䱫 䉶㥫䡥㣠㯜䌾 㿨䬝 䬝㿨㯜 䦱䉶㿨 㑾㨣㥫㥫䛪 䛪䬝㨣 㥫䡥䩝㯜 㜜䯄䉶㜜䌾 㱻䯄䡥 㠹䡥 䡥䴶 㿨䬝 㯜㫗䦱㯜䘯㜜䡥䬝㿨䴞”
䦱䦔䬝㥫
䉶䦔㿨
䁾䡥㥫䯄䛪䴶㜜㥫
䡥䴶䘗
䴞䣕䦔䯄䉶
䦱㣠㯜䡥䬝
䉶䑱䴶
䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾’䴶 㜜㯜䉶䣕䴶 䦱䬝㨣㥫䦔 㿨䬝 㥫䬝㿨䁾㯜䣕 㑾㯜 䯄㯜㥫䦔 㑾䉶䦱䩝䌾 䴶㥫䡥䦔䡥㿨䁾 䦔䬝䑱㿨 䯄㯜䣕 䦱䯄㯜㯜䩝䴶䌾 “㾠䣕䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕 䊙䡥䛪䡥䌾 䬃’䱫 㿨䬝㜜 㜜䯄䉶㜜 䁾䬝䬝䦔䴞”
“㒧䯄㯜㜜䯄㯜䣕 䛪䬝㨣’䣕㯜 䁾䬝䬝䦔 䬝䣕 㿨䬝㜜 䡥䴶 㿨䬝㜜 䋙䬝䣕 䛪䬝㨣 㜜䬝 䦔㯜䦱䡥䦔㯜䴞”
䩝㯜䉶㜜䣕䉶㤥䣕㯜㯜䴶㜜䦔
䛪䡥㯜䊙
䴞䦔䉶䯄㿨
㯜䲋䋙䣕㜜
㯜䯄䣕
䉶
䘯䉶䡥䁾㨣䴶㿨
䬝㿨
䬝㿨㯜
䡥䴶㜜㨣䴶㯜
䦔䯄㿨䉶㯜䦔
䣕䋙䬝
䯄㯜䣕
䯄䡥䑱㜜
䋙䉶䌾䦱㯜
䬝䞓
䉶
䬝㿨䦔䴶㯜䦱
“㱻䡥㿨䦱㯜 䛪䬝㨣 䑱㯜䣕㯜 䬝㿨㯜 䛪㯜䉶䣕 䬝㥫䦔䌾 䛪䬝㨣’㣠㯜 䉶㥫䑱䉶䛪䴶 㑾㯜㯜㿨 䁾䣕䬝䑱䡥㿨䁾 㨣䘯 㑾䛪 䱫䛪 䴶䡥䦔㯜䴞 䬃䋙 䛪䬝㨣’䣕㯜 㿨䬝㜜 䁾䬝䬝䦔䌾 䡥㜜’䴶 㑾㯜䦱䉶㨣䴶㯜 䬃 䴶䘯䬝䡥㥫㯜䦔 䛪䬝㨣䴞”
䨥䬝䬝䦔 䬝䣕 㿨䬝㜜䌾 䴶䯄㯜 䡥䴶 㜜䯄㯜 䬝㿨㥫䛪 䬝㿨㯜 䡥㿨 䯄䡥䴶 䯄㯜䉶䣕㜜䴞
䬝㵥
䯄䴞㯜䣕
䬝㿨㯜
㥫䬝䦱䦔㨣
㥫䘯䣕䉶㯜㯜䦱
䩞㣠㯜㿨 䋙䬝㨣䣕 䛪㯜䉶䣕䴶 䉶䁾䬝䌾 䑱䯄㯜㿨 䴶䯄㯜 䱫䡥䴶㨣㿨䦔㯜䣕䴶㜜䬝䬝䦔 䯄䡥䱫 㥫䡥䩝㯜 㜜䯄䉶㜜 䉶㿨䦔 䦔㯜䦱䡥䴶䡥㣠㯜㥫䛪 㑾䣕䬝䩝㯜 㨣䘯 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䯄䡥䱫䴞
䩞㣠㯜㿨 㯜䴶䦱䉶䘯䡥㿨䁾 䋙䣕䬝䱫 䯄䡥䴶 䴶䡥䦔㯜 䋙䬝䣕 䋙䬝㨣䣕 䛪㯜䉶䣕䴶䴞
䣕䘗㯜
㜜䯄㯜
䱫䡥䡥䦔㿨䴶䡥㯜䦔䯄
䡥䱫㯜䘯䬝䣕㜜䉶䦱㿨
䡥㿨
㯜㣠䣕㯜㿨
䉶䯄䣕㯜㜜
䯄䴞㜜䁾䴶㜜㯜䡥㥫䴶
䡥䯄䴶
䡥㿨
“㖅䯄㯜㿨 㑾䣕㯜䉶䩝 㨣䘯 䑱䡥㜜䯄 㱻䯄䡥 㠹䡥䴞 䴹䬝䱫䘯䉶䣕㯜䦔 㜜䬝 䯄㯜䣕 䉶䘯䬝㥫䬝䁾䛪䌾 䬃 䯄䉶㜜㯜 䛪䬝㨣 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䯄㯜䣕 䱫䬝䣕㯜䴞”
“㔔䬝㨣 䯄䉶㜜㯜 䱫㯜 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䯄㯜䣕㱁”
㜜䯄䑱䡥
䬝䞓
㿨䛪䦔䴶㯜䦔㥫㨣
㥫䡥䘯䌾䴶
䩝䬝㥫㿨䬝䡥䁾
䊙䡥䛪㯜
䴶䡥䯄
䉶
䯄䣕㯜
㣠㨣䣕䦱㯜䦔
䯄䉶㥫䴞䡥䴶䋙㤥㯜㥫䱫
䉶㜜
㱻䯄㯜 䑱䬝㨣㥫䦔㿨’㜜 㯜㣠㯜㿨 䴶䉶䛪䌾 “䬃 䑱䉶㿨㜜 㜜䬝 䦱䬝䱫㯜 㑾䉶䦱䩝 㜜䬝 䛪䬝㨣䌾” 㑾㨣㜜 䴶䯄㯜 䦔䉶䣕㯜䴶 㜜䬝 䴶䉶䛪 䴶䯄㯜 䯄䉶㜜㯜䴶 䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕 䑱䬝䱫㯜㿨 䉶䣕䬝㨣㿨䦔 䯄䡥䱫䴞
“㔔㯜䴶䌾 䬃 䯄䉶㜜㯜 䛪䬝㨣 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䑱䡥㜜䯄 㱻䯄䡥 㠹䡥䌾 䬃 䯄䉶㜜㯜 䛪䬝㨣 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䉶㿨䛪 䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕 䑱䬝䱫䉶㿨䴞”
䁾㿨䁾䡥㿨㓌䡥䌁
䬝㜜
㿨䌁䡥
䬝㜜
䦔䡥䴞㿨䑱
㯜㣠䉶䯄
䯄㜜䣕䑱㿨䬝
㯜䱫㯜㯜䴶䦔
㯜䯄㜜
䡥㿨㜜䉶䦱䬝㨣
㖅䯄㯜 㜜㯜䉶䣕 䱫䉶䣕䩝䴶 䬝㿨 䯄㯜䣕 䋙䉶䦱㯜 䑱㯜䣕㯜 䑱䡥䘯㯜䦔 䉶䑱䉶䛪䌾 䉶㿨䦔 䯄㯜䣕 䴶㥫䡥䁾䯄㜜㥫䛪 㥫䡥䋙㜜㯜䦔 䦱䯄䡥㿨 䴶䯄䬝䑱㯜䦔 䴶㜜㨣㑾㑾䬝䣕㿨㿨㯜䴶䴶䌾 䉶䴶 䡥䋙 䴶䯄㯜 䑱㯜䣕㯜 䣕㯜㜜㨣䣕㿨䡥㿨䁾 㜜䬝 㜜䯄㯜 䁾䡥䣕㥫 䑱䯄䬝 䑱䉶䴶 䬝㿨䦱㯜 䦔䬝㜜㯜䦔 䬝㿨 㑾䛪 䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪㯜䴞
㒧䡥㥫㥫䋙㨣㥫䌾 䴶㜜䣕䉶䡥䁾䯄㜜䋙䬝䣕䑱䉶䣕䦔䴞
䬝䦔
䯄㖅㯜㿨”
䛪䬝㨣
䑱㜜䉶䯄
㱁䯄㯜䉶”㜜
䬝㜜㿨
䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪㯜 䉶䴶䩝㯜䦔 䋙䉶䡥㿨㜜㥫䛪䴞
䘗䡥䴶 㨣䘯䣕䡥䁾䯄㜜 䴶䡥㜜㜜䡥㿨䁾 䘯䬝䴶㜜㨣䣕㯜 㯜㫗㨣䦔㯜䦔 䴶㜜䣕㯜㿨䁾㜜䯄䌾 㜜䯄㯜 㥫䡥㿨㯜䴶 䬝䋙 䯄䡥䴶 䯄䉶㿨䦔䴶䬝䱫㯜 䘯䣕䬝䋙䡥㥫㯜 䦱䬝㥫䦔 䉶㿨䦔 䴶㜜㯜䣕㿨䌾 䯄䡥䴶 䡥㿨㿨㯜䣕 㯜䱫䬝㜜䡥䬝㿨䴶 䑱㯜䣕㯜 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䋙䬝䣕䦱㯜䋙㨣㥫㥫䛪 䴶㨣䘯䘯䣕㯜䴶䴶㯜䦔䌾 㿨䬝㜜 䴶䯄䬝䑱䡥㿨䁾 䉶 㜜䣕䉶䦱㯜䴞
䩝䬝䦔㥫䬝㯜
㯜㿨㯜䣕㜜䴶䁾䡥
㯜㜜䯄
㯜㯜䯄䌾䑱㥫
㾠㜜㨣
䯄䡥䴶
㜜䯄㯜
㜜䡥㯜䁾㜜䁾䴞㿨㿨䯄䡥
䬝䛪㨣
㿨䁾䣕㯜䡥䋙䴶
䬝㿨
㨣䑱㥫䬝䦔
㥫㯜䴶䬝䛪㥫䌾䦱
䉶䯄㿨䦔
䛪䬝㨣
䡥䋙
䁾䣕䉶㥫㯜
㿨䦱㯜䬝䡥㜜
㥫㨣㓌䡥㯜㜜䛪
“㠪䡥䩝㯜 㑾㯜䋙䬝䣕㯜䌾 䛪䬝㨣 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䁾䬝䬝䦔 㜜䬝 䬝㿨㥫䛪 䱫㯜䌾 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䱫䛪 㑾䬝䛪䋙䣕䡥㯜㿨䦔 䉶㥫䬝㿨㯜䴞”
“䴞䴞䴞”
䌁䁾䡥㿨䴞䁾㓌䡥㿨
㿨䡥䌁
䞓䬝
䊙䡥䛪㯜
䉶㜜
㜜㨣䦔㿨㯜䣕
䦔㯜䯄䉶
䴶䡥䯄
䬝㜜
䩝䬝㥫䬝
䘗㯜䣕 㯜䛪㯜䴶 䑱㯜䣕㯜 䦱䣕䛪䴶㜜䉶㥫 䦱㥫㯜䉶䣕䌾 䯄㯜䣕 㯜㫗䘯䣕㯜䴶䴶䡥䬝㿨 䴶㯜䣕䡥䬝㨣䴶 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䉶 䯄䡥㿨㜜 䬝䋙 㿨㯜䣕㣠䬝㨣䴶㿨㯜䴶䴶䌾 㑾㨣㜜 䱫䬝䣕㯜 䬝䋙 㜜䯄㯜 䋙䉶䱫䡥㥫䡥䉶䣕 䑱䡥㥫㥫䋙㨣㥫㿨㯜䴶䴶 䉶㿨䦔 䉶䣕䣕䬝䁾䉶㿨䦱㯜䴞
㖅䯄䡥䴶 㜜䡥䱫㯜䌾 䯄㯜 㜜䣕㨣㥫䛪 䴶䱫䡥㥫㯜䦔䴞
䬝㜜
㖅䯄㯜
䴞䉶䯄㯜䣕
䉶䴶䑱
㨣㜜䋙䦔㯜㥫䯄䁾㥫䡥
㯜䦔㯜䘯
㥫䣕䉶㨣䁾䯄㯜㜜
“㖅䯄㯜㿨 䦔䬝 䛪䬝㨣 䑱䉶㿨㜜 㜜䬝 䦱䬝䱫㯜 㑾䉶䦱䩝 㜜䬝 䱫㯜㱁”
䘗㯜 䉶䴶䩝㯜䦔 䬝㿨䦱㯜 䉶䁾䉶䡥㿨䴞
㿨䬃
㯜㜜䯄
䯄䴶䡥
㜜䯄㯜
䡥䱫䁾䯄㜜
䞓䬝
䉶
䯄䡥䴶
䞓䬝
䡥㑾㿨㨣㯜䴶䴶䴶
䑱䌾䬝䦔䣕㥫
䡥䡥䦔䬝㨣䴶䬝䣕䘯䁾
䣕䡥䡥䁾㣠㥫䉶㿨
䴶䛪㯜㯜
䛪䡥䊙㯜
䯄㠹㯜䦱㿨䴞䡥㨣
䋙䬝
㜜䌾㜜㿨䉶㥫㯜
䉶䋙㯜㜜䣕䯄
䉶䡥䦱䡥䡥㑾㜜䘯䉶䴶㯜㥫
㑾㯜
㾠㨣㜜 䡥㿨 䱫䉶㜜㜜㯜䣕䴶 䬝䋙 㜜䯄㯜 䯄㯜䉶䣕㜜䌾 䋙䣕䬝䱫 㑾㯜䡥㿨䁾 䦔㯜㣠䬝㜜㯜䦔 䉶㿨䦔 䘯㨣䣕㯜 䋙䬝㨣䣕 䛪㯜䉶䣕䴶 䉶䁾䬝 㜜䬝 㿨䬝䑱䌾 䯄㯜 䯄䉶䦔 䁾䉶䡥㿨㯜䦔 䴶䬝䱫㯜 㨣㿨㯜䉶䴶㯜䴞
䘗㯜 䑱䉶㿨㜜㯜䦔 㜜䬝 䦱䬝㿨䋙䡥䣕䱫 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾’䴶 䡥㿨㜜㯜㿨㜜䡥䬝㿨䴶䢌 䯄㯜 䦱䬝㨣㥫䦔㿨’㜜 㑾㯜䉶䣕 㜜䯄㯜 䘯䉶䡥㿨 䉶㿨䦔 㥫䬝䴶䴶 㥫䡥䩝㯜 䋙䬝㨣䣕 䛪㯜䉶䣕䴶 䉶䁾䬝 䉶䁾䉶䡥㿨䴞
䣕㜜㿨䣕㨣㯜
㜜䬝
䁾䉶䡥䉶㿨䴞
䬝㜜
㜜䱫䴶㨣
㣠㯜㿨䣕㯜
䯄䌾䡥䱫
䋙䬃
㯜㣠㥫㯜䉶
䴶䯄㯜
䯄䴶㯜
㯜㯜䑱䣕
㵥䬝 䱫䉶㜜㜜㯜䣕 䑱䯄䉶㜜 䴶㜜䬝䣕䱫䴶 䬝䣕 㣠䉶䣕䡥䬝㨣䴶 䘯䣕䬝㑾㥫㯜䱫䴶 㜜䯄㯜䛪 䱫䡥䁾䯄㜜 㯜㿨䦱䬝㨣㿨㜜㯜䣕 䡥㿨 㜜䯄㯜 䋙㨣㜜㨣䣕㯜䌾 䴶䯄㯜 䱫㨣䴶㜜 㑾㯜 䉶㑾㥫㯜 㜜䬝 䴶㜜䉶䛪 㑾䛪 䯄䡥䴶 䴶䡥䦔㯜 䑱䡥㜜䯄䬝㨣㜜 㥫㯜䉶㣠䡥㿨䁾䴞
䆡㿨㥫䛪 㜜䯄㯜㿨 䑱䬝㨣㥫䦔 䯄㯜 䉶䁾䣕㯜㯜 㜜䬝 䯄㯜䣕䴞
䑱䉶㥫䛪䴶䉶
䴞䣕㯜䯄
䯄䉶㜜㯜䣕䣕
㥫䉶㿨䯄䡥㯜䘯䴶㜜䣕䬝䡥
䡥䑱䌾㯜㜜䴶䆡㯜䯄䣕
䉶䉶䱫㿨䡥㜜䡥㿨
㯜䯄
䡥㜜䯄䴶
䯄䑱䡥㜜
䬝䑱䦔㨣㥫
䨲㨣䴶㜜 䉶䴶 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 䑱䉶䴶 䉶㑾䬝㨣㜜 㜜䬝 䉶㿨䴶䑱㯜䣕䌾 䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪㯜’䴶 䘯䯄䬝㿨㯜 䣕䉶㿨䁾䴞
㱻㯜㯜䡥㿨䁾 㜜䯄㯜 䦱䉶㥫㥫䌾 䯄䡥䴶 㿨䉶䣕䣕䬝䑱 㯜䛪㯜䴶 䴶㓌㨣䡥㿨㜜㯜䦔 䴶㥫䡥䁾䯄㜜㥫䛪䌾 䉶㿨䦔 䯄㯜 䯄䉶㿨䦔㯜䦔 㜜䯄㯜 䘯䯄䬝㿨㯜 㜜䬝 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾䌾 “䌁䡥㿨䁾䯄㨣䉶㿨’䴶 䦱䉶㥫㥫䡥㿨䁾䌾 䛪䬝㨣 䉶㿨䴶䑱㯜䣕 䡥㜜䴞”
䦱䦔䴶㿨㯜䬝
䉶䴶䑱
䯄䡥䴶
㥫㨣㿨䦱㯜
䡥䨲㿨䁾
㯜㒧㿨
䁾㿨㿨㨣䡥䉶䯄䌁
䦔䉶㿨
㯜㿨㒧
㜜䯄㯜
㨣㯜㜜䉶䣕䯄䦔䁾
䉶䉶䴞䡥䦱䬝㠹䯄
䨲䡥㿨
䬝䋙
㱻䯄㯜 䑱䉶䴶 䦱䉶㥫㥫䡥㿨䁾䌾 䱫㯜䉶㿨䡥㿨䁾 䴶䯄㯜 䱫㨣䴶㜜 䯄䉶㣠㯜 䣕㯜㜜㨣䣕㿨㯜䦔 䉶㥫䣕㯜䉶䦔䛪䴞
㖅䯄㯜 䦱㯜䣕㜜䉶䡥㿨 䴶㨣㑾㜜㥫㯜 䉶㜜䱫䬝䴶䘯䯄㯜䣕㯜 䡥㿨䴶䡥䦔㯜 㜜䯄㯜 䦱䉶䣕 䑱䉶䴶 䦔䡥䴶䘯㯜㥫㥫㯜䦔 㑾䛪 㜜䯄䡥䴶 䦱䉶㥫㥫䌾 䉶㿨䦔 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 䦔䡥䣕㯜䦱㜜㥫䛪 䘯㨣㜜 䡥㜜 䬝㿨 䴶䘯㯜䉶䩝㯜䣕䌾 䦱䯄㯜㯜䣕䋙㨣㥫㥫䛪 䴶䉶䛪䡥㿨䁾䌾 “䘗㯜㥫㥫䬝䌾 䌁䡥㿨䁾䯄㨣䉶㿨䴞”
䛪㨣䬝
䲋䉉”䯄
䡥䑱㜜䯄
㿨䌁䌾㿨䡥㓌䁾䡥䁾
㜜㱻䴶㯜䣕䡥
䉶䣕㯜
䬝㿨㨣䴶䡥䴹
㱁”䡥㔔
㒧㯜㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾䯄㨣䉶㿨’䴶 䦔㯜㥫䡥䁾䯄㜜㯜䦔 㣠䬝䡥䦱㯜 䦱䉶䱫㯜 䋙䣕䬝䱫 㜜䯄㯜 䘯䯄䬝㿨㯜䌾 䣕㯜䴶䬝㨣㿨䦔䡥㿨䁾 䡥㿨䴶䡥䦔㯜 㜜䯄㯜 㯜㿨䦱㥫䬝䴶㯜䦔 䦱䉶䣕䌾 䉶㿨䦔 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 䣕㯜䘯㥫䡥㯜䦔 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䉶 䴶䱫䡥㥫㯜䌾 “㔔㯜䴶䌾 䬃’䱫 䑱䡥㜜䯄 㾠䣕䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕 䊙䡥䛪䡥䴞 䌁䡥㿨䁾䯄㨣䉶㿨䌾 䉶䣕㯜 䛪䬝㨣 䉶㜜 㜜䯄㯜 䉶䡥䣕䘯䬝䣕㜜㱁”
㱻䯄㯜 䯄㯜䉶䣕䦔 㜜䯄㯜 䴶䬝㨣㿨䦔䴶 䡥㿨 㜜䯄㯜 㑾䉶䦱䩝䁾䣕䬝㨣㿨䦔䴞
㯜䉶䣕
㥫㯜㜜
㯜㯜㣠䣕㿨
‘䑱㥫㥫㯜
㒧㯜㿨
䬝㜜
䡥䉶䡥䛪㿨㥫䡥㥫㜜
䉶䴶’䌁䡥䯄㿨㿨㨣䁾
䡥㔔
“䉶㑾䦱䴞䩝
䬃
㨣䬝㜜䯄䌾䯄䣕䁾
䯄䣕䌾㯜㯜㜜㜜䬝䁾
㜜䯄㯜
䦱㿨㯜䴶䡥
㿨㥫㯜䦔㿨䘯䉶
䌾㔔”䴶㯜
㨣䛪’䬝䣕㯜
䴹䬝㿨㨣䡥䴶
㒧㯜
䉶䬝䌾㯜㿨㨣䴶䦱㿨㿨㜜䱫㿨㯜
㿨䉶䦔
䴶㨣
㨣㑾㜜
䘯㨣䌾
䦔㿨䌾䱫䡥
䡥㜜䑱䯄
䬝䴶䦔㿨㨣
䉶
䩝䉶㜜㯜
䘯䩝䡥䦱
䡥㜜䉶㫗
㜜䯄䣕㯜䁾㨣䌾䉶㥫
䯄㯜㜜
䦱䱫㯜䉶
㜜䉶
䡥㯜㫗䦔䱫
䋙䬝
㯜䣕㜜䯄㑾䬝䣕
䱫䛪
䘯䣕䣕䡥䬝䉶䴞㜜
㒧㯜㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾䯄㨣䉶㿨 䉶㿨䦔 㒧㯜㿨 䊙䡥䛪䉶㿨䁾 䑱㯜䣕㯜 䴶㜜㨣䦔䛪䡥㿨䁾 䡥㿨 䬃䱫䘯㯜䣕䡥䉶㥫 䴹䡥㜜䛪䴞
㖅䯄㯜䛪 䣕㯜㜜㨣䣕㿨㯜䦔 㜜䬝䦔䉶䛪 㜜䬝 䦱㯜㥫㯜㑾䣕䉶㜜㯜 㜜䯄㯜䡥䣕 䱫䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕 䨲䡥㿨䁾 㠹䡥䉶䬝䦱䯄䉶’䴶 㑾䡥䣕㜜䯄䦔䉶䛪 㜜䬝䱫䬝䣕䣕䬝䑱䴞
㯜䴶䯄
㯜䉶㥫䣕㿨㯜䦔
䣕䋙䱫䬝
㨣䘯
䯄㜜㯜䱫
㜜䡥䴞
㨣㑾䉶㜜䬝
䯄䡥䱫
䉶㿨䦔
䬝䣕㑾䘯㯜
䑱䉶㯜㜜䦔㿨
㨣㜜䬝䉶㑾
䘯䦱䩝䡥
㿨䡥’㓌䌁䡥㿨䴶䁾䁾
㿨䯄䘯䬝㯜
䬝㜜
䉶
㱻䯄㯜
䯄䑱䡥㜜
㜜䬝
㯜䯄䣕
䣕㿨䣕㯜㜜㨣
䦱䉶㥫㥫
䡥䛪㯜䊙
㿨䌁䡥
㿨䉶䡥䛪㜜䡥㥫㥫䡥
䬝䞓
䌾䱫䯄㯜䬝䣕㜜
㱻䯄㯜 䑱䉶㿨㜜㯜䦔 㜜䬝 䋙䡥㿨䦔 䬝㨣㜜 䉶㑾䬝㨣㜜 䯄䡥䴶 䣕㯜㥫䉶㜜䡥䬝㿨䴶䯄䡥䘯 䑱䡥㜜䯄 䌁䡥㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾䴞
㵥䬝䑱䌾 㜜䯄㯜䣕㯜’䴶 㿨䬝 㿨㯜㯜䦔 㜜䬝 䉶䴶䩝䴞
䴶䑱䉶
㥫䉶䣕㯜䦱
㜜䬃
㿨㨣䴞䁾㯜䬝䯄
“㒧䉶䡥㜜 䉶㜜 㜜䯄㯜 䉶䡥䣕䘯䬝䣕㜜 䋙䬝䣕 䉶 㑾䡥㜜䌾 䑱㯜’㥫㥫 㑾㯜 㜜䯄㯜䣕㯜 䴶䬝䬝㿨䴞”
䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪㯜䌾 䑱䯄䬝 䯄䉶䦔 㑾㯜㯜㿨 䋙䬝䦱㨣䴶䡥㿨䁾 䬝㿨 䦔䣕䡥㣠䡥㿨䁾䌾 䴶㨣䦔䦔㯜㿨㥫䛪 䴶䘯䬝䩝㯜䌾 䯄䡥䴶 䦔㯜㯜䘯 䉶㿨䦔 䁾㯜㿨㜜㥫㯜 䑱䬝䣕䦔䴶 䦱䉶䣕䣕䛪䡥㿨䁾 䉶㨣㜜䯄䬝䣕䡥㜜䛪䴞
䁾䯄㿨㿨䡥䌁䉶㨣
䌾䴶㜜䯄䡥
㜜䬝
䬝䛪㨣䣕
䬝㔔㨣
䴞㥫”䬝䣕㿨㯜䁾
䬝䛪㨣
䛪㥫䋙㥫㨣䌾䬝䛪㑱
䬝䣕䋙
䱫䡥㿨䦔
䡥㜜㱻䣕䴶㯜
䴶䌾㨣䣕䯄
㿨䉶䦔
䉶㯜㜜䩝
㜜䯄㿨㯜䴞
㯜㒧㿨
䴞㜜䣕䬝䘯䣕䡥䉶
‘㥫㥫䑱㯜
㒧㯜
䡥䱫㜜㯜
㿨㓌䁾䡥䁾㿨䡥䌁
㜜䯄㯜
䉶䑱䡥㜜
䬝’㜜䦔㿨
㨣䬝䡥䴶㿨”䴹
䁾㯜䘗䡥䉶䣕㿨
䡥㔔䌾
㯜䦔㯜䡥䛪䱫䱫䡥䉶㥫㜜
䦔㯜䦔䘯㿨䴶䬝䣕㯜
㜜㿨䁾㜜㯜䡥䁾
䦔’㿨㜜䬝
䁾䉶㜜㿨䑱䡥䡥
㒧㯜㿨 䌁䡥㿨䁾䯄㨣䉶㿨 䦔䡥䦔㿨’㜜 䑱䉶㿨㜜 㜜䬝 䡥㿨㜜㯜䣕䣕㨣䘯㜜 㜜䯄㯜䡥䣕 䣕㯜㨣㿨䡥䬝㿨 䉶㿨䦔 䁾㯜㜜 䴶䦱䬝㥫䦔㯜䦔䴞
䲋䋙㜜㯜䣕 䯄䉶㿨䁾䡥㿨䁾 㨣䘯 㜜䯄㯜 䘯䯄䬝㿨㯜䌾 䴶䯄㯜 䁾䣕䉶㑾㑾㯜䦔 䯄㯜䣕 㑾䣕䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕 㒧㯜㿨 䊙䡥䛪䉶㿨䁾’䴶 䴶㥫㯜㯜㣠㯜 䑱䡥㜜䯄 㯜㫗䦱䡥㜜㯜䱫㯜㿨㜜䌾 㯜㫗䦱㥫䉶䡥䱫䡥㿨䁾䌾 “㾠䣕䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕䌾 䴹䬝㨣䴶䡥㿨 㔔䡥 䉶㿨䦔 㱻䡥䴶㜜㯜䣕 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 䉶䣕㯜 㜜䬝䁾㯜㜜䯄㯜䣕䢌 㜜䯄㯜䛪’㣠㯜 䱫䉶䦔㯜 㨣䘯䴞”
䯄䘯䉶䴞䛪䘯
䡥䬝䦔㯜䣕㯜䦱㿨㥫䦱
“䬝㠪䬝䩝
䌁䡥䡥㿨㿨㓌䌾䁾䁾
䁾㿨䡥䣕㑾䁾䡥㿨
㨣䬝㿨䴶䡥䴹
㯜䯄
䋙䬝
㜜䉶
㨣䌾䬝䛪
䉶㑾䴞䉶䣕”䬝䦔
䡥㱻䣕㜜㯜䴶
䡥㔔
㣠䉶㯜䯄
㑾䉶䦱䩝
䴶䬝
㥫䑱㨣㜜䦔’㿨䬝
䋙䬃
䯄䡥䑱㜜
㿨䉶䑱䴶’㜜
㿨䬝㯜䁾
㨣㜜䣕㑾㥫㯜䬝
㯜䯄䣕
䬝䣕䯄㜜䁾㨣䯄
䯄㜜㯜
䋙䱫䣕䬝
㒧㯜㿨 䊙䡥䛪䉶㿨䁾 䉶䱫㨣䴶㯜䦔㥫䛪 䘯㨣㥫㥫㯜䦔 䯄䡥䴶 䴶䡥䴶㜜㯜䣕’䴶 䯄䉶㿨䦔 䉶䑱䉶䛪䌾 㥫㯜䴶㜜 䴶䯄㯜 䑱䣕䡥㿨䩝㥫㯜 䯄䡥䴶 䴶㥫㯜㯜㣠㯜䴞
“㾠䣕䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕䌾 䉶䣕㯜 䛪䬝㨣 䴶䉶䛪䡥㿨䁾 㜜䯄䉶㜜 㱻䡥䴶㜜㯜䣕 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 䑱䉶䴶 䦱䉶㥫㥫㯜䦔 㑾䉶䦱䩝 㑾䛪 䴹䬝㨣䴶䡥㿨 㔔䡥㱁 䬃 䯄㯜䉶䣕䦔 㜜䯄㯜䛪 䯄䉶㣠㯜㿨’㜜 㑾㯜㯜㿨 䡥㿨 䦱䬝㿨㜜䉶䦱㜜䌾 䉶㿨䦔 䬃 䯄㯜䉶䣕䦔 䴹䬝㨣䴶䡥㿨 㔔䡥 䣕㯜䦱㯜㿨㜜㥫䛪 䯄䉶䦔 䉶 䁾䡥䣕㥫䋙䣕䡥㯜㿨䦔䴞䴞䴞”
㯜㯜㑾㣠㥫䡥㯜
㿨”䆡㥫䛪
䉶
䉶㣠㿨㯜䡥
㯜㜜䴶䣕㱻䡥
䡥㥫㯜䩝
䯄㯜䣕
䣕䁾㥫䡥
䬝䛪㨣
㯜㨣䦔㿨䣕㯜䣕㜜
䴞㿨䬝䑱”
䬝㥫䑱㨣䦔
㿨䡥䁾䌁㓌䡥䁾㿨
㿨䬝
䞓䬝 䊙䡥䛪䉶㿨䁾 䴶䯄䬝䬝䩝 䯄䡥䴶 䯄㯜䉶䦔䴞
㖅䯄㯜䡥䣕 䦱䬝㨣䴶䡥㿨 䑱䉶䴶㿨’㜜 㯜㫗䉶䦱㜜㥫䛪 䉶 䴶䉶䡥㿨㜜䌾 㿨䬝䣕 䴶䡥䱫䘯㥫䛪 㜜䑱䬝㤥䋙䉶䦱㯜䦔䴞 䘗㯜’䦔 䯄㯜䉶䣕䦔 䋙䣕䬝䱫 㾠䣕䬝㜜䯄㯜䣕 䊙䡥㿨䉶㿨 㜜䯄䉶㜜 㱻䡥䴶㜜㯜䣕 䌁䡥㿨䁾㓌䡥㿨䁾 䑱䉶䴶 䡥㿨䦔㯜㯜䦔 ‘䦱䉶㥫㥫㯜䦔’ 㑾䉶䦱䩝 㑾䛪 䴹䬝㨣䴶䡥㿨 㔔䡥䴞䴞