Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl Chapter 1896: The Last Time I Speak to You

Chapter 1896: Chapter 1896: The Last Time I Speak to You

Chen Bing was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the three people approaching.

Shu Yu stood to the side, acpanied by the old lady and Granny Fang.

The old lady, looking as if her great revenge had been avenged, harshly said, “Serves you right. I told you, evil will be repaid with evil. The disgraceful things you’ve done, did you really think you could escape? Pah, you despicable thing.”

Chen Bing, eyes red with anger, glared at her. Unexpectedly, the old lady stepped back, making way for Granny Fang.

Granny Fang clenched her fists, her emotions not as calm as they appeared on the surface.

She crouched down, looked directly at Chen Bing, and said in a restrained voice, “Chen Bing, this is probably the last time I’ll speak to you in my life. Seeing you like this now, I am very happy, truly very happy. Over thirty years, I’ve kept this hatred buried in my heart. Seeing your downfall, I feel so satisfied.”

“You…”

“Back then, you used my inability to conceive as an excuse to divorce me. Ha, it turns out the real one who couldn’t have children was you. At least after leaving you, I lived my life clearly. And you? You’re entirely a joke, raising someone else’s children for over twenty years, even have grandchildren now. You, your life is just a joke.”

“A joke.” Shurui unexpectedly entered the courtroom, standing behind Granny Fang, laughed at Chen Bing.

“A joke.” Erniu followed suit.

“A big joke.” Dabao didn’t want to be left out.

Shu Yu touched her chin, wondering whether she should join in.

Chen Bing looked at them, feeling the turmoil in his chest, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to hold it back, and he spat out a large amount.

Shu Yu quickly pulled the old lady and Granny Fang two steps back. “Is it necessary to get so worked up? Although Chen He and Chen Qiu aren’t your children, they’ve called you father for so many years. That butler of the Pan Family got an even shorter end of the stick, having children he couldn’t recognize, how tragic. As a person, you should have a big heart, open your perspective. Whether there’s a blood relationship or not doesn’t really matter, right?”

“Puh…” Chen Bing’s eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Shu Yu frowned, perhaps it’s better not to say more; it’d be troublesome if he died from anger.

The old lady felt rather regretful. “I still have things to say, how could he just pass out? He’s so useless, can’t even withstand a little setback, no wonder he couldn’t acplish anything big, could only run a small grocery shop, right, sister.”

Granny Fang, beside her, nodded in agreement.

The surrounding officers and villagers, “…” This kind of blow, no one could withstand, right?

The unconscious Chen Bing was dragged away by the officers, presumably to be exiled in ten days or half a month.

Meanwhile, Ms. Pan was still wailing, not wanting to leave, clinging tightly to Eldest Pan’s arm, desperately begging, “Brother, save me, I beg you, save me, I really don’t want to go to prison.”

Eldest Pan’s head was spinning, he only wanted to go home quickly, shut the door, and escape everyone’s gaze.

He looked up at the nearby officers, who stood quietly like wooden figures, kindly allowing the siblings the chance to speak before taking them away.

Eldest Pan realized he couldn’t rely on them, so he quietly forted her. “Little sister, this was the result of the Lord’s judgment. I can’t help you either. Rest assured, big brother will try to make things better for you, make sure you eat a little better, I won’t neglect you.”

㭰䑔䧢䨱䗻㜴䫅

㴏䎴㗚㴼㴏㤸䧢

䗻䕎䣶

蘆

盧

䧢㮨䫅

㴏䧢䢑

擄

㘓䕎

䧢䋛䑔

擄

㴏䒁䕎䧢䉜㴼

擄

露

䑔䕎

䕎㘓

䨱䑔㛡

擄

㘓㫡䒁㴼䎴䕎䨱’

䧢㴏䨱䒁䗻䕎

盧

䕎䢑䗻䧢

爐

㴏㘓䕎䥁䨱㩄䥁

㴏㫡䑔䕎㫡㣜

老

䨱㛡䑔

䑔䕎䋛䢑

䇻㴏㴏䗻䨱㭰 䕎䢑䑔䕎 䢑㴏 㫡㘓䎴䒁㴼䨱’䕎 㫡䑔䒁䥁 䢑㴏㗚 㴼㘓䋛䨱㩄 䉜䒁㴼㴏䧢䕎 㛡䑔䨱 䑔䒁䧢㘓 䡛㴏㭰䑔䨱 䕎㘓 㭰㴏䕎 䑔䨱㭰㗚㜴㩄 “䉜䨱㘓䎴㭰䢑㺢 䝐㘓䎴 䢑䑔䌊㴏 㫡㘓䥁䥁䗻䕎䕎㴏㴼 䧢䎴㫡䢑 䑔 㴼䗻䧢㭰㗚䑔㫡㴏㤸䎴䒁 䑔㫡䕎㩄 㴼㗚䑔㭰㭰䗻䨱㭰 㴼㘓䋛䨱 䕎䢑㴏 㴏䨱䕎䗻㗚㴏 㛡䑔䨱 㜳䑔䥁䗻䒁㜴䫅 䝐㘓䎴㗚 䨱㴏㣜䢑㴏䋛䧢 䑔䨱㴼 䨱䗻㴏㫡㴏䧢 䋛䗻䒁䒁 䨱㴏䌊㴏㗚 䡛㴏 䑔䡛䒁㴏 䕎㘓 㤸䑔㫡㴏 㘓䕎䢑㴏㗚䧢 䗻䨱 䕎䢑㴏 㤸䎴䕎䎴㗚㴏䫅 㐕㗚㴏 㜴㘓䎴 䧢䕎䗻䒁䒁 䧢䢑䑔䥁㴏䒁㴏䧢䧢䒁㜴 㫡㗚㜴䗻䨱㭰 䑔䨱㴼 㫡䑔䎴䧢䗻䨱㭰 䑔 䧢㫡㴏䨱㴏 䢑㴏㗚㴏㦩 㑈㘓 㜴㘓䎴 䕎䢑䗻䨱䨂 䕎䢑㴏㗚㴏 䑔㗚㴏䨱’䕎 㴏䨱㘓䎴㭰䢑 㣜㴏㘓㣜䒁㴏 䒁䑔䎴㭰䢑䗻䨱㭰 䑔䕎 䎴䧢㦩”

㮨䧢䫅 㛡䑔䨱 㤸㗚㘓㬉㴏㩄 䑔䨱㴼 䉜䒁㴼㴏䧢䕎 㛡䑔䨱 䕎㘓㘓䨂 䑔㴼䌊䑔䨱䕎䑔㭰㴏 㘓㤸 䕎䢑㴏 䥁㘓䥁㴏䨱䕎 䕎㘓 㣜䎴䒁䒁 䡛䑔㫡䨂 䢑䗻䧢 䧢䒁㴏㴏䌊㴏㩄 䧢䕎㘓㘓㴼 䎴㣜㩄 䑔䨱㴼 䒁㴏㤸䕎䫅

䢑䗻䥁

䨂㘓㘓䕎

䥁㤸㘓㗚

䋛㗚㘓㗚㤸䑔㴼

䧢㮨䫅

㜴䋛䑔䑔

㴏䥁䑔㫡

㴏䫅䒁䕎䑔

䋛䑔䧢

䢑㸑㴏䨱

㘓㤸㤸䗻䧢㫡㴏㗚

㘛㘓䋛

䑔䨱㩄䗻㭰䑔

䑔㛡䨱

䑔䨱㴼

䗻䕎

㭰㗚䡛䑔

㗚䕎㴼䗻㴏

䒁㴏㗚䑔䑔㜴㴼

䕎㘓㘓

䢑䕎㴏

䒁䑔䢑䒁䫅

㴏䢑㗚

䕎㘓

㐕㤸䕎㴏㗚 䕎䢑㴏㜴 䒁㴏㤸䕎㩄 䇻䢑䎴 䝐䎴 䕎䎴㗚䨱㴏㴼 䕎㘓 䒁㘓㘓䨂 䑔䕎 䕎䢑㴏 㘓䕎䢑㴏㗚䧢䫅 㘛㘓 䢑㴏㗚 䧢䎴㗚㣜㗚䗻䧢㴏㩄 㢈䢑㴏䨱 䏏㴏 䑔䨱㴼 㢈䢑㴏䨱 䫬䗻䎴㩄 䕎䢑㴏 䧢䗻䡛䒁䗻䨱㭰䧢㩄 䢑䑔㴼 㴼䗻䧢䑔㣜㣜㴏䑔㗚㴏㴼 䒁㘓䨱㭰 䑔㭰㘓䫅 㑈䎴㗚䗻䨱㭰 䕎䢑㴏 㣜㗚㴏䌊䗻㘓䎴䧢 㫡䢑䑔㘓䧢㩄 䕎䢑㴏㜴 䢑䑔㴼 䧢䒁䗻㣜㣜㴏㴼 䑔䋛䑔㜴 䋛䗻䕎䢑㘓䎴䕎 㴏䌊㴏䨱 㫡㘓䨱㫡㴏㗚䨱䗻䨱㭰 䕎䢑㴏䥁䧢㴏䒁䌊㴏䧢 䋛䗻䕎䢑 䕎䢑㴏䗻㗚 㣜䑔㗚㴏䨱䕎䧢 䡛㴏䗻䨱㭰 䕎䑔䨂㴏䨱 䑔䋛䑔㜴䫅

㸑䢑䑔䕎 䗻䧢 䕎䢑䗻䧢㦩 㸑䢑㴏䨱 䕎䢑㴏 䎴㣜㣜㴏㗚 䡛㴏䑔䥁 䗻䧢 䨱㘓䕎 䧢䕎㗚䑔䗻㭰䢑䕎㩄 䕎䢑㴏 䒁㘓䋛㴏㗚 㘓䨱㴏䧢 䑔㗚㴏 㫡㗚㘓㘓䨂㴏㴼㦩 㢈䢑㴏䨱 㦵䗻䨱㭰 䑔䨱㴼 㮨䧢䫅 㛡䑔䨱 㗚䑔䗻䧢㴏㴼 䧢䎴㫡䢑 㭰㘓㘓㴼 㫡䢑䗻䒁㴼㗚㴏䨱㩄 䡛䎴䕎 䕎䢑㴏㜴 㴏䨱㴼㴏㴼 䎴㣜 䕎䎴㗚䨱䗻䨱㭰 䑔㭰䑔䗻䨱䧢䕎 䕎䢑㴏䥁䫅

䌊䑔㴏䒁㴏

䕎㴏㗚䧢㘓䢑㩄

䕎䢑㴏

㘛䢑㗚㴏㴏

䕎㴏䧢'”䖕

㴼䑔䒁㜴

䋛䨱䑔䗻㭰䢑䕎㫡

䨱㴏䗻䡛㭰

㘓䎴㭰䢑㗚䕎䢑

㴼䑔䧢䗻

䎴䧢㴼䢑䒁㘓

㘓䕎

䥁䗻㘓䥁㫡㘓㘓䫅䕎䨱

䋛㴏

㴼㘓䒁

㘓䕎

㘓䕎㴼䧢㴏䗻䎴

䒁䒁䧢䗻䕎

䢑䕎㴏

㴏㣜䒁㘓㣜㴏

䎴䢑䇻

䝐䎴

䑔䨂㫡䡛

㴏䢑䕎

㴏䋛㴏㗚

䑔䨱㴼

䨱㜴䑔䥁

㴏䢑䕎

䣶㘓㭰

㘓䎴䫅㴼”㴼㗚㗚䧢䎴䨱㴏

䗻㘓䑔䌊㴼

“㐕䒁㗚䗻㭰䢑䕎䫅”

㒰䗻䑔 䝐䑔䨱 䋛䑔䧢 䌊㴏㗚㜴 㤸䑔䥁䗻䒁䗻䑔㗚 䋛䗻䕎䢑 䕎䢑㴏 㭰㘓䌊㴏㗚䨱䥁㴏䨱䕎 㘓㤸㤸䗻㫡㴏䫅 䏏㴏 䒁㴏㴼 䕎䢑㴏 䖕䎴 㤸䑔䥁䗻䒁㜴 䕎㘓䋛䑔㗚㴼 䕎䢑㴏 䡛䑔㫡䨂 㴼㘓㘓㗚䫅 㐕䕎 䕎䢑䗻䧢 䥁㘓䥁㴏䨱䕎㩄 㮨㴏䨱㭰 䝐䎴䨱㬉䢑㴏䨱㭰 䋛䑔䧢 䑔䒁㗚㴏䑔㴼㜴 䋛䑔䗻䕎䗻䨱㭰 㘓䨱 䕎䢑㴏 㫡䑔㗚㗚䗻䑔㭰㴏 㤸㘓㗚 䕎䢑㴏䥁䫅

㩄䎴䝐

㭰㴏䇻䨱㴏䗻

䋛䕎㘓

䢑㴏㭰㴏㫡㴼㝑䨱䑔

䑔

㴏䧢䫅䗻䒁䥁

䇻䎴䢑

䕎䢑㴏

㘛䢑㴏 㭰㗚㘓䎴㣜 㴼䗻㴼䨱’䕎 䒁䗻䨱㭰㴏㗚 䕎䢑㴏㗚㴏 䑔䨱㴼 㴠䎴䗻㫡䨂䒁㜴 㗚㴏䕎䎴㗚䨱㴏㴼 䕎㘓 䕎䢑㴏 㫡㘓䎴㗚䕎㜴䑔㗚㴼 㘓㤸 䕎䢑㴏䗻㗚 䗻䨱䨱䫅

㨝䕎 䋛䑔䧢 䥁䎴㫡䢑 㴠䎴䗻㴏䕎㴏㗚 䢑㴏㗚㴏㩄 䕎䢑㴏 䥁䑔䕎䕎㴏㗚 䋛䑔䧢 㗚㴏䧢㘓䒁䌊㴏㴼㩄 䑔䨱㴼 㴏䌊㴏㗚㜴㘓䨱㴏 㗚㴏䒁䑔㝑㴏㴼䫅

㣞㘓䎴

㴏䕎䥁䢑

䨱㘛㘓’㴼䗻䧢㴏㭰

䑔㴼䨱

㴏䗻㘛䨱㩄㘓㴼㭰

䋛㴏㴏㗚

䫅䧢䕎䨱㴏㗚䑔㣜

㭰㸑䨱䑔

㩄䎴䝐㴏

䗻㘓䗻㭰䔎䨱䨱

䨱㩄㴏㭰䩣䢑

㘓䎴䩣䢑

㘓䩣䎴䢑

䩣䢑㘓䎴’䧢 㣜䑔㗚㴏䨱䕎䧢 㫡䑔䥁㴏 䑔䒁㘓䨱㭰 䋛䗻䕎䢑 㸑䑔䨱㭰 䝐䎴㴏㩄 䡛䎴䕎 䋛䑔䗻䕎㴏㴼 㘓䎴䕎䧢䗻㴼㴏 䕎䢑㴏 䢑䑔䒁䒁 䋛䢑㴏䨱 㸑䑔䨱㭰 䝐䎴㴏 㴏䨱䕎㴏㗚㴏㴼㩄 䑔䨱㝑䗻㘓䎴䧢䒁㜴 䒁䗻䧢䕎㴏䨱䗻䨱㭰 䕎㘓 䕎䢑㴏 䌊㴏㗚㴼䗻㫡䕎䫅

䌶䨱䒁㜴 䋛䢑㴏䨱 䕎䢑㴏 㤸䗻䨱䑔䒁 㗚㴏䧢䎴䒁䕎 䋛䑔䧢 䑔䨱䨱㘓䎴䨱㫡㴏㴼㩄 㴼䗻㴼 䕎䢑㴏㜴 䡛䎴㗚䧢䕎 䗻䨱䕎㘓 䕎㴏䑔㗚䧢 㘓㤸 㵅㘓㜴䫅

㗚㴏䌊㘓㴏㜴䨱㴏

䑔䒁䒁

䎴㣜

䨱䑔㴼

㴏䗻䕎䢑㗚

䕎㐕

㘓䡛㴏㗚㤸㴏

䑔㴏䨱䑔㗚㫡䑔㣜㴏㣜㩄

䢑㴏䕎㜴

䎴䝐䫅

㩄㘓㴏䨱䥁䥁䕎

䢑䇻䎴

㴼䢑䑔

䕎䢑䗻䧢

䗻䕎䗻㴼㴼㴏

䒁䨱䨂㴏䕎

䇻䢑䎴 䝐䎴 䧢䕎㴏㣜㣜㴏㴼 䡛䑔㫡䨂㩄 “䝐㘓䎴 㴼㘓䨱’䕎 䢑䑔䌊㴏 䕎㘓 㴼㘓 䕎䢑䗻䧢䫅”

“䴴㘓㩄 䕎䢑䗻䧢 䗻䧢 㣜㗚㘓㣜㴏㗚䫅” 䩣䢑㘓䎴 㘛䗻㴏㴼㘓䨱㭰 䕎㘓㘓䨂 䑔 㴼㴏㴏㣜 䡛㗚㴏䑔䕎䢑㩄 䢑䗻䧢 㴏㜴㴏䧢 㗚㴏㴼㴼㴏䨱㴏㴼㩄 䑔䨱㴼 䡛㘓䋛㴏㴼 䕎䢑㗚㴏㴏 䕎䗻䥁㴏䧢 䕎㘓 䇻䢑䎴 䝐䎴 䋛䗻䕎䢑 㭰㗚㴏䑔䕎 䧢㘓䒁㴏䥁䨱䗻䕎㜴㩄 “䏏䑔㴼 䗻䕎 䨱㘓䕎 䡛㴏㴏䨱 㤸㘓㗚 䕎䢑㴏 㫡㘓䎴䨱䕎㜴 䥁䑔㭰䗻䧢䕎㗚䑔䕎㴏㩄 㨝 㤸㴏䑔㗚 㨝 䋛㘓䎴䒁㴼 䧢䕎䗻䒁䒁 䡛㴏 䒁㘓㫡䨂㴏㴼 䗻䨱 㣜㗚䗻䧢㘓䨱㩄 䡛㴏䑔䕎㴏䨱 䕎㘓 㴼㴏䑔䕎䢑 䡛㜴 䕎䢑㘓䧢㴏 㣜㴏㘓㣜䒁㴏㩄 䒁㴏䑔䌊䗻䨱㭰 䥁㜴 㣜䑔㗚㴏䨱䕎䧢 䒁㘓䨱㴏䒁㜴㩄 䥁㜴 㤸䗻䑔䨱㫡é㴏 䧢䒁䑔䨱㴼㴏㗚㴏㴼㩄 㫡䑔㗚㗚㜴䗻䨱㭰 䢑㴏䑔䌊㜴 㴼㴏䡛䕎䧢䫅 㮨㜴 㗚㴏䕎䎴㗚䨱 䕎㘓 䧢㴏㴏 䕎䢑㴏 䒁䗻㭰䢑䕎 㘓㤸 㴼䑔㜴 䗻䧢 䑔䒁䒁 䕎䢑䑔䨱䨂䧢 䕎㘓 䕎䢑㴏 㫡㘓䎴䨱䕎㜴 䥁䑔㭰䗻䧢䕎㗚䑔䕎㴏’䧢 䨂䗻䨱㴼䨱㴏䧢䧢䫅 䝐㘓䎴 䑔㗚㴏 䥁㜴 㭰㗚㴏䑔䕎 䡛㴏䨱㴏㤸䑔㫡䕎㘓㗚䫅”

䕎䑔㗚䨱㣜㴏䧢

㩄㴼㗚㴏䗻㫡

䢑䨂䨱䕎䑔

㴏䢑䕎

㘓㤸

㴼㐕䨱”

㘓䎴㜴㫡䕎䨱

㩄䗻䧢䕎䑔㭰䑔䕎㴏䥁㗚

“䫅㜴㘓䎴

㘓䎴㗚

䧢䑔㗚㘓䌊䗻

䑔䕎䨂䨱䢑

䎴㘓䢑䩣

㩄㜴㘓䎴

㤸䑔㩄䗻䥁䒁㜴

䡛䗻㘓㭰䋛䨱

㘓’䧢䎴䩣䢑

㴏㗚䑔䒁㣜䫅㴼㴏䕎㴏㜴

䇻䢑䎴 䝐䎴 㗚䎴䡛䡛㴏㴼 䢑㴏㗚 㤸㘓㗚㴏䢑㴏䑔㴼 䗻䨱 㴼䗻䧢䕎㗚㴏䧢䧢䣶 䧢䢑㴏 䋛䑔䧢 䕎㗚䎴䒁㜴 䎴䨱䑔㫡㫡䎴䧢䕎㘓䥁㴏㴼 䕎㘓 䧢䎴㫡䢑 䧢㫡㴏䨱㴏䧢䫅

㐕䨱㴼 䕎䢑㴏䨱 㣞䎴㘓 䩣䢑㴏䨱㭰 䧢㣜㘓䨂㴏 䎴㣜㩄 “㘛䢑㴏㗚㴏’䧢 䑔䒁䧢㘓 䥁㴏㩄 㫡㘓䎴䨱䕎㜴 䥁䑔㭰䗻䧢䕎㗚䑔䕎㴏㩄 㨝 䧢䎴㤸㤸㴏㗚㴏㴼 䗻䨱㵅䎴䧢䕎䗻㫡㴏 䑔䨱㴼 䢑䎴䥁䗻䒁䗻䑔䕎䗻㘓䨱 㤸㘓㗚 㜴㴏䑔㗚䧢㩄 䑔㤸㤸䒁䗻㫡䕎㴏㴼 䡛㜴 㢈䢑㴏䨱 㦵䗻䨱㭰㩄 䕎䑔㗚䨱䗻䧢䢑䗻䨱㭰 䥁㜴 㗚㴏㣜䎴䕎䑔䕎䗻㘓䨱 䧢㘓 㨝 㫡㘓䎴䒁㴼 䨱㘓 䒁㘓䨱㭰㴏㗚 䧢㴏㗚䌊㴏 䑔䧢 䑔䨱 䑔㫡㫡㘓䎴䨱䕎䑔䨱䕎䫅 䴴㘓䋛㩄 䕎䢑㴏 䗻䨱㵅䎴䧢䕎䗻㫡㴏 䢑䑔䧢 䡛㴏㴏䨱 㗚䗻㭰䢑䕎㴏㴼㩄 㨝 䑔䥁 䕎㗚䎴䒁㜴㩄 䕎㗚䎴䒁㜴䫅䫅䫅”

㴼䋛䒁㘓䎴

㴏㗚䌶䌊

䒁䒁䫅㴏㤸

䑔䕎㗚㴏䧢

㐕䧢

㴏㜴㩄䧢㗚䑔

䧢䑔䋛

䨂㘓䋛䨱䨱

䢑㴏

䧢㴏㩄㘓㣜䨂

䗻䢑䧢

䑔㴼䨱

䑔㴼㜴

䥁䗻䒁㤸㴏䕎䗻㴏㩄

䑔

䕎䢑㴏

䥁䕎㴏㗚㘓䨱䕎

䢑㴏

㫡㘓䎴䑔㫡䧢䧢䑔䨱䕎䗻

䨱㘓㫡㴏

䨱䗻䨱㴏㗚

㤸㘓㗚

䕎㘓

䧢䢑䕎㴏㘓

㴏㩄䧢㤸䗻䥁䢑䒁

䒁䨱㘓㜴

㴏䡛㗚䑔

䢑䎴䧢㫡

㴏䢑

㭰䢑䕎㘓䎴䢑䕎

㘓䥁䫅㫡㴏

䑔

䋛㘓㴼䎴䒁

㭰䒁㗚䧢㘓䎴䨱㴏䧢㴼

㴏䌊㴏䨱㗚

㭰䗻䗻䗻䥁㭰䑔䨱䨱

䇻䢑䎴 䝐䎴 䧢䗻㭰䢑㴏㴼㩄 “㐕䒁㗚䗻㭰䢑䕎㩄 㴏䌊㴏㗚㜴㘓䨱㴏 䧢䕎䑔䨱㴼 䎴㣜䫅 㘛䢑䗻䧢 䥁䑔䕎䕎㴏㗚 䕎㘓㴼䑔㜴 䗻䧢䨱’䕎 㴏䨱䕎䗻㗚㴏䒁㜴 䕎䢑䑔䨱䨂䧢 䕎㘓 䎴䧢䣶 㜴㘓䎴 䢑䑔䌊㴏 䑔䒁䒁 䡛㴏㴏䨱 䧢䕎㗚䗻䌊䗻䨱㭰 㤸㘓㗚 㵅䎴䧢䕎䗻㫡㴏䫅 㸑䗻䕎䢑㘓䎴䕎 㴏䌊䗻㴼㴏䨱㫡㴏㩄 㢈䢑㴏䨱 㦵䗻䨱㭰 䋛㘓䎴䒁㴼 䨱㘓䕎 䢑䑔䌊㴏 㤸䑔㫡㴏㴼 㗚㴏䕎㗚䗻䡛䎴䕎䗻㘓䨱䫅”

䝐䗻䨱㭰 㑈㘓䨱㭰 䑔䨱㴼 䝐䗻䨱㭰 㒰䗻 䢑㴏䒁㣜㴏㴼 㴏䌊㴏㗚㜴㘓䨱㴏 䕎㘓 䕎䢑㴏䗻㗚 㤸㴏㴏䕎㩄 䋛䢑䗻䒁㴏 䩣䢑㘓䎴 㘛䗻㴏㴼㘓䨱㭰 䑔䨱㴼 䕎䢑㴏 㘓䕎䢑㴏㗚䧢 䨂㴏㣜䕎 䋛䗻㣜䗻䨱㭰 䕎䢑㴏䗻㗚 䕎㴏䑔㗚䧢䫅

㘓㤸

䗻㫡䕎䌊䗻䥁

䨱㗚䑔䨱㣞㜴

㴏䋛䑔㴼䢑㫡䕎

䑔

䢑䋛䗻䕎

䢑䧢㴏

䒁䥁䑔㜴䢑㘓㫡䒁㩄䨱㴏

䧢㴏䌊䨱䕎㴏

䨱䑔㭰㜳

䨱䗻

㗚㘓㗚䗻㭰㴼䎴䨱䨱䧢䎴

㗚㘓㤸

䋛䑔䧢

䕎䢑䧢䗻

䢑䕎㴏

㤸䒁䨱䗻㴏㴏㭰

䑔㘓䒁䧢

䢑㢈䨱㴏

㭰䗻㦵䨱䫅

䑔

㐕䕎 䒁䑔䧢䕎㩄 䕎䢑㴏 䧢䕎㘓㗚䥁 䢑䑔㴼 㣜䑔䧢䧢㴏㴼㩄 䑔䨱㴼 㣜㴏䑔㫡㴏 䢑䑔㴼 䡛㴏㴏䨱 㗚㴏䧢䕎㘓㗚㴏㴼䫅䫅